If Liu Qiaoer fought in the past, it was with the weapons in the space.
Now that I have no space, I can only rely on myself.
Fortunately, she was quick enough to move and quietly left, all the way to the bank of the Mo River that separated Beiqiang from Da Zhou.
Liu Qiaoer was stunned. How was she going to get through
Swim across? Obviously impossible. The water of Mohe River is wide and looks clear, but in fact, there are many undercurrents in the river. If you are not careful, you will drown.
Normally, if they were at war, they would use chain boats to reach the other side.
But during a war, there were many people, and several people could carry a boat and quickly put it on the river. Even if one or two people were drowning, everyone would reach out and save them.
Now Liu Qiaoer was alone. Even if she fell into the river, there would be no one to save her. She walked slowly along the river, trying to find a piece of floating wood.
Holding a piece of wood can save you some energy when swimming to the other side.
The moonlight was bright, and Liu Qiaoer didn't dare to walk on the river anymore. She went back to the woods and hid herself.
Suddenly, she was attracted by the sound of a flute.
The sound of the flute is dark, plaintive, distant and lingering, making people think of the sad past and feel sad and upset along with it.
Unconsciously wanting to know who the person was, Liu Qiaoer followed the voice.
A white dress glowed brightly in the moonlight, long black hair fluttered in the wind, and slender fingers had distinct joints.
If he hadn't been sitting in a wheelchair, Liu Qiaoer would have almost thought she had seen a god.
The man was so handsome, so handsome that it seemed unreal, that even Liu Qiaoer, who was used to hiding, revealed her true colors.
The flute sound stopped, the man turned his head slightly, and the sound was like jade hitting each other.
"Who's there? Get out."
The man is good-looking, but a little bit grumpy.
Liu Qiaoer looked around, hid herself hurriedly, and when there was no sound, she secretly stuck her head out.
She took a deep breath and found that the man's wheelchair had appeared in front of her.
Liu Qiaoer opened her mouth in shock, staring with her dark eyes, as if she was indescribably surprised.
"You, you are not a banished immortal, but a human. So beautiful."
If Lu Yunzheng is the fiery red rose, then the person in front of him is the white water lotus, quietly and silently blooming her beauty.
However, the sword in the man's hand instantly brought Liu Qiaoer back to consciousness.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you. I was just attracted by your flute sound and appearance. Otherwise, I would have run away."
Liu Qiaoer raised her hands, moved out from behind the tree, and explained with a dry laugh.
The man didn't seem to be prepared to kill her. After looking her up and down, his cold voice was as pleasant as a song.
"Are you a woman in the army?"
Liu Qiaoer hurriedly shook her head: "No, I'm not. I'm a female doctor in the Zhenbei General's Mansion. Because I offended the general's daughter, she sold me out. I actually don't know how I came to be."
The man frowned slightly: "General Zhenbei? You are from the Great Zhou."
Liu Qiaoer nodded again. With the help of the moonlight, she observed the man's face and took a deep breath.
"Is the young master seriously ill? He doesn't look well."
The man's eyes suddenly became fierce, and he put his sword on Liu Qiao'er's neck: "Are you a spy from the Great Zhou?"
Liu Qiaoer sighed helplessly: "I am a female doctor, sir. If you don't believe me, you can let me check your pulse."
The man hesitated and put his wrist on the wheelchair.
Liu Qiaoer squatted on the ground and felt his pulse. The more she felt, the colder her heart felt.
The man looks so good, but he is already terminally ill. I am afraid that even if the space is still there, there is no way to completely cure him...
unless…
Replace the damaged organs in his body.
"Sir, your legs must have been seriously ill before you could not walk. You always have back pain, it's kidney disease. You are young and it's not because you indulge in sex. If I guess correctly, you were poisoned before, and after the poison was cured, your kidneys are not in good condition."
After hearing this, the man's eyes dimmed quickly and he put away the sword that was on Liu Qiaoer's neck.
"Do you want to run? Go ahead."
Just let her go like that
Liu Qiaoer herself was also surprised, but she didn't want to run away at this time.
"Your illness is very serious and threatens your life. It's even more likely that you will die before the battle even begins. But I can save you..."
Hearing Liu Qiao'er's words, the man chuckled and said, "You can save me, but what can you do? Besides, you are from the Great Zhou. I want to conquer the Great Zhou in the south. Can you still save me?"
Liu Qiaoer sighed softly: "A doctor does not consider the patient's identity. Whether you fight or not has nothing to do with me, but if I can really save you, are you willing to believe me and give it a try?"
The man snorted coldly: "Even the best doctor in Beiqiang can't do anything, what can a little girl like you do?"
Liu Qiaoer was stunned for a moment: "Is your doctor better than the doctor in our Medicine King Valley?"
The man once again glanced at Liu Qiaoer with disdain: "The disciple of the Poison God is a hundred times better than the doctor in Medicine King Valley."
Poison God? Liu Qiaoer's brain stormed. Wasn't Zhao Ziyu's mother also a disciple of the Poison God
Are they all Northern Qiang people
Liu Qiaoer really couldn't bear to see such a handsome man die like this. She pursed her lips and said, "To be honest, our Great Zhou's Prince Yi has had poor health since he was a child, but he recovered after meeting me."
The man still didn't believe her, and Liu Qiaoer had no choice but to leave.
But just after Liu Qiaoer took a few steps, she was suddenly shocked to find that there was an ambush around her.
He stopped immediately and slowly backed away.
But with a 'whoosh' sound, Liu Qiaoer quickly turned around, threw herself on the man, and rolled off the wheelchair while holding him.
At the same time, he also dodged the arrow shot at the man.
But in just a moment, Liu Qiaoer and the man were surrounded.
"Qiao'er, why are you here?"
Du Zixu walked out from behind the crowd and looked at her in surprise.
Liu Qiaoer looked at Du Zixu, then at the man beside her, and opened her mouth, not knowing how to explain.
"I, I said I don't know either, do you believe me?"
Du Zixu sighed faintly: "Come here, no matter how you came here, we must kill this man today. Do you know who he is?"
Liu Qiaoer shook her head, but the smart girl quickly realized that the man in front of her was not a simple person.
"Could it be that he is the eldest prince Tuoba Xiao?"
Du Zixu nodded and put his sword against Tuoba Xiao's chest, ready to kill him.
"Historically, today is the day he dies. After he dies, Tuoba Ling will return with a large group of people, and then marry into the Zhou Dynasty and become a vassal state of the Zhou Dynasty."
This is history.
But Liu Qiaoer felt so sad when she looked at Tuoba Xiao.
"But even if you don't kill him, he won't live for many days."
As if to echo Liu Qiaoer's words, Tuoba Xiao suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. The scarlet blood stained his white clothes and hurt Liu Qiaoer's eyes.
Du Zixu frowned: "You want to save him? You don't want to save him because he's good-looking."
Liu Qiaoer blushed, pulled Tuoba Xiao's wheelchair over, helped him sit on it, looked at Tuoba Xiao's equally puzzled eyes, and smiled shyly.
"Why, is it not possible? Besides, it would be a good idea to use him to practice medical skills."