Chapter 270: Dressing change

Gu Qinghong wiped the blood on his lips, and asked gently: "What else do you have?"
Nie Wushuang stepped forward and looked at his complexion carefully. Gu Qinghong was swept by her beautiful eyes, and her heart was slightly stunned, she could not help but look away: "Gu Mou returned to camp, His Royal Highness hurt ..."
He wanted to say something polite, but the phrase "Take care of it for you" couldn't explain it. Nie Wushuang looked at him, his expression remained motionless, and he lowered his eyes like a sigh: "You are also injured."
Gu Qinghong was trying to say that he was okay, but the poison was still unclear, but he saw that Nie Wushuang had turned around: "Since Gu Xiang saved His Royal Highness Rui, it was the corresponding state-owned grace, and Gu Xiang could not be injured. Slightly do the friendship of the landlord, bandage the wound and go back. "
She said walking towards Yang Zhi's account. Gu Qinghong looked at her swaying back while walking, and her feet didn't even listen to him, and the ghosts came forward very badly.
Yang Zhi's account was simple, and Nie Wushuang brought a basin of water in front of him, twisted his face and handed it to him. Gu Qinghong saw her pair of hands as white as jade, her eyes trembled, she took it in silence, and wiped the blood on her face. She knelt aside, rolled a scarf for him, handed him tea, and rinsed the blood from her mouth. She did all of this naturally and was extremely familiar.
Gu Qinghong gradually realized that if she wasn't wearing a face mask, he would have thought that he was still dreaming and that time had changed, and the two of them still had such a calm and opposite side. Gu Qinghong wiped his face, and the two quieted down.
He opened his mouth: "Wusou ..."
"Gu Xiang take off the armor," Nie Wushuang said suddenly.
Gu Qinghong was stunned, and Nie Wushuang had taken a bottle of medicine out of his sleeve: "Gu Xiang has injuries on his back, so he should bandage as soon as possible."
She put down her medicine and stood up and walked out.
"Wushuang ..." His indistinct voice came suddenly behind him: "What are you today ..."
"No reason!" Nie Wushuang interrupted him sharply: "Gu Xiang, don't get me wrong!"
Gu Qinghong looked at her solitary figure and tightened her lips.
"Wushuang counted it very clearly. What is grace and what is hatred is always clear-cut. It will not be as ungrateful as some people, and it will be exhausted!" She said coldly and quickly walked out of the account.
Gu Qinghong watched her figure leave quickly and sat down with a wry smile. The injury behind is not due to the slackness for a while, or the pain is more and more unbearable because of her lifting ...
He should know that the peace of this moment is relatively nothing more than a delusion ...
...
Late at night, Nie Wushuang looked at Xiao Fengqing, who was already asleep, with a faint candlelight. In his sleep, his face narrowed away from the usual smile, with slightly long frowns. Long and thick eyelashes are covered, and a small shadow is cast on the eyelid. The feminine eyelashes on his face are more and more different.
The long ink radiates on the pillow, like the best silk satin, and glows under the oil lamp. She brushed her fingers lightly, over and over again.
Xiao Fengqing slept soundly. After a day of battle, he personally charged and fell into a battle. He had long lost his energy. Nie Wushuang looked in silence for a while, then retracted his hand, but suddenly he was holding it.
"Wusou ..." he murmured softly in his dream.
Nie Wu trembled with his hands, but he could not escape for a while when he wanted to shake it off. He leaned on her hand, his breath dazzled slightly, and his brows were more and more frowning: "Wushuang, King, don't ... don't let you go ..."
"No ... leave ..."
Nie Wushuang only felt that a hot red iron was slowly approaching her heart, and she couldn't open her mouth by ironing. She shook his hand away and rushed out. The cold wind in the account was still cold, and the cold air was sucked into the chest, dissipating the anxiety just now.
She leaned on the edge of her account and looked at the blank night.
"Mother-in-law hasn't slept yet?" Yang Zhi, who was outside the account, quietly approached: "Mother-in-law should go and rest."
Nie Wushuang shook her head. She looked up at the bright stars in the sky and suddenly asked, "How many days has this palace been out of the palace?"
Yang frowned and counted, and answered, "It's been eleven days."
Nie Wushuang bowed his head and remained silent for a while: "Is there any news in Beijing?"
Yang shook his head: "No news has been heard yet, and the emperor has an early morning dynasty, and has no intention of driving the Donglin Temple."
"That's good, Qixiaguan will be released in five days." Nie Wushuang looked at the middle of the night in the middle of the night, and suddenly said, "When a siege is made, we will go north to the palace immediately!"
She finished talking and turned into the account. Yang Zhi was shocked by the coldness in her tone for a moment, and opened her mouth, but said nothing.
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Fortunately, Xiao Fengqing's arrow injury did not cause high fever after the injury. The next day, except for her pale face, there was no major problem. Yesterday's war, Qi Ying ’s coaches went alone in the Qin Army. Not only did they come and go freely, but they also cut half of the Qin Army ’s handsome flag. This battle greatly encouraged Qi Ying ’s morale. Especially Qi State, since Qin State's invasion to the south, it has been defeated again and again, even if it is an occasional victory.
Now, not only has Ying Guo's reinforcements, but he has also seen his own relative, Gu Qinghong, put on the battle, frustrated the Qin army, and all in the Qi army regarded Gu Qinghong as a god. And Xiao Fengqing cut down the Qin Jun's handsome banner, and even spread it in the army.
Nie Wushuang was sitting in the inner account, listening to Xiao Fengqing talking to several generals about the war in the outer account.
After all, Xiao Fengqing was seriously injured. After talking to several generals for an hour, he was tired. At this moment, the medic brought in herbs and wanted to change his medicine. Several generals retreated quickly.
Xiao Fengqing took off his shirt and suddenly said to the military doctor: "Go down, the king can do it for himself!" The medical doctor said a moment, but could not help: "His Royal Highness must not be disturbed, if the wound is open, it will be trouble."
Xiao Fengqing looked at the motionless shadow in the inner account, and his heart was upset and annoyed, "If you tell you to go, you will go! Why so much nonsense!"

The second is to continue to ask for monthly tickets. At the end of the month, everyone should give them strength and cheer for Bing at last!