Lian Liu's voice frightened the young lady, she couldn't control her expression and hid back into the room with a look of horror.
The next day, before she woke up after getting up, she was about to go downstairs to eat some hot breakfast when the maid pushed open the door and entered: "Miss, it's not good, even General and the others are gone."
The young lady stood up abruptly, her sleeves overturned the tea cup, and her clothes got wet.
She rushed out of the house, and the crowded lobby last night was extremely empty at the moment.
"Where did they go?!" She couldn't believe it, her sharp voice cut through the quiet morning of the station.
Where have they gone? Of course it's gone.
Lianliu walked in front of the team with a sullen face. He didn't eat buns or drink water in the morning. At first glance, he was sullen, and the lieutenants avoided him and stalked behind the team.
At noon, when everyone stopped to rest, they realized that something seemed wrong.
Lin Cheng nibbled on the dry food and looked around: "Hey, the entangling spirit disappeared a few days ago."
Everyone glanced at the back of the team, and indeed did not see the abrupt carriage.
Lin Cheng thought of what Lian Liu had said last night to defend the young lady, and was extremely curious about what happened.
He nibbled on the homemade roujia bun, and swayed to Lianliu.
"General Li."
Lian Liu leaned against the tree trunk and was nibbling on dry buns in silence. Hearing this, he raised his eyes and glanced at Lin Cheng, his tone was not very good: "Lord Lin."
"What about that lady?" Lin Cheng asked, "Why didn't I see her carriage."
Lian Liu took a bite of the dried bun and said in a very flat tone, "Oh, I forgot to call her."
Lin Cheng twitched the corners of his mouth, this guy is too fake to lie. No matter what disputes happened between them, Lin Cheng didn't care. He came here to show off his power: "So, General Lian is really careless. I don't know, I thought she made General Lian unhappy."
The mention of this consecutive six is anger. What you can't eat is the most fragrant. I lay down for six consecutive nights last night, too hungry to sleep, rolling over and over on the bed, and my mind is full of that bowl of fragrant meat porridge.
Especially now that he is hungry, but he can only eat dry buns, and when he remembers the warm and fragrant meat porridge last night, he is even more greedy.
Lin Cheng's heart is small, and when he saw Lian Liu's appearance, he knew that he was greedy, so he didn't leave, he sat beside him and chewed the cake with relish.
The closer you get, the more intense the flavor of the meat is.
Lin Cheng was still talking to him enthusiastically: "General Lian went to the capital to rest for a few days, but did he find a place to go? These days are hard to travel, so let's rest a few more days and taste our capital's delicious food. I'm not boasting. , let's not say anything else in the capital, the food is very good."
What Lian Liu disliked most was the aloof appearance of those people in the capital, as if they had never eaten any delicious food: "Don't worry, Lord Lin, I will go back after a day or two of rest, food or something, the food in the capital should be Not to my taste."
Contrary to his expectations, Lin Cheng did not refute, but showed an extremely awkward smile: "Really? I hope General Lian will remember your words."
After he finished speaking, he stood up, patted the dirt on his clothes, and staggered away.
Lian Liu put the buns in his clothes, fanned away the ashes that Lin Cheng shot with his sleeves, and gritted his teeth angrily when he saw his back. What the hell is he trying to be proud of!
As Jiang Shuyao's "mother's family", Lin Cheng couldn't listen to others questioning her craftsmanship. Even when the douchebag Lian Liu came to Beijing to open his eyes, even if he asked for leave, he would come out to see his jokes.
It went on for a few days without seeing each other, and when they were about to reach the capital, the group stopped their pace.
Lian Liu looked at the dark weather, shook his head and said, "It's about to rain, let's stay at the station tonight."
Although Lin Cheng likes to raise the bar for six consecutive games, but seeing the weather is not good, he has to agree.
However, before arriving at the station, there was a sudden burst of lightning and thunder, accompanied by a violent thunder, and heavy rain poured down.
The most avoidable road is to encounter pouring rain.
The rain slammed on his body, weaving a fine rain curtain in front of his eyes, and he couldn't even see the road.
Lian Liu is someone who has been on the battlefield and has an instinctive intuition for danger. He watched Lin Cheng and the others ride their horses to speed up to the inn, and quickly stopped them.
Lin Cheng wanted to scold him for not being sober and wanting to get in the rain, but when he saw his serious expression, he quickly shut up and looked around vigilantly.
Under the storm, the prince's carriage was also drenched.
He covered the wooden box with a cushion and muttered, "Don't get wet."
As soon as the voice fell, a sharp whistle cut through the sky, and along with the sound of swords unsheathed, a group of black-clothed assassins emerged from the back of the mountain and rushed towards the prince.
The killing intent was fierce, and the sound of swords colliding was covered by the sound of rain. The prince raised the curtain of the car and roared: "I'm sick! Such a heavy rain is stabbing!"
As soon as he appeared, Xie Xun, who was standing beside the carriage, leaned over the horse and pressed his head back with his hand: "Your Highness, stay inside."
The prince gritted his teeth: "It was them last time!" He would never forget the pain of losing sauce.
Xie Xun drew his sword, was silent for a breath, and said solemnly, "It's not them."
The heavy rain will make the arrow miss the target, but the assassins still keep shooting arrows, no matter who they hit, they have no intention of stopping.
Lianliu's people stopped the assassins in the outer circle, but the opponent fought without any rules.
Lian Liu's intuition was wrong, but the heavy rain disturbed his thoughts, and he couldn't think clearly for a while. While killing the enemy, he thought hard.
Suddenly, a faint sound of breaking the air came from his ears. He was about to raise his sword to block it, but the sword light flashed on the side, and the arrow was blocked by the person who rushed over.
Xie Xun said: "We can't retreat anymore, they want to force us into the valley."
Lian Liu looked back and saw that there seemed to be boulders on the valley behind, which could be pushed down at any time.
He cursed angrily and issued orders, and the soldiers responded in unison, changed their strategies, and went forward to kill the enemy together.
At this moment, the sky was thundering, the ground trembled, and with this terrifying sound, the boulders behind them rolled down in groups.
Jiang Shuyao looked at the foggy sky, and unspeakable anxiety rose in her heart.
Zhou Shi patted her shoulder: "What are you thinking about?"
She recovered and shook her head: "Nothing."
"It will change if you say it today, remember to add some clothes, don't catch a cold."
Jiang Shuyao nodded and continued to discuss business matters with Zhou.
Just as it was about Guan Jian's point, Mrs. Xu ran in from outside, followed by a bunch of maids who couldn't catch up with her.
Jiang Shuyao rarely saw her breaking the rules, and was about to make fun when she heard her trembling voice: "No, His Royal Highness has been assassinated!"
Jiang Shuyao's heart had been tense and suddenly broke, his mind was blank, and he subconsciously said, "What about him?"
There is no need to name and name, Xu Shi also knows who he is talking about. She panted and said: "I will go back to the house soon, and said that I was injured. The sage sent a royal doctor here..."
Before he finished speaking, Jiang Shuyao picked up the skirt and ran out.
This incident would definitely disturb the old lady. When Jiang Shuyao ran to the gate, the old lady and Xie Lang Xie Li were already waiting here.
The mansion door opened, and Xie Xun was carried in by two soldiers. His face was pale, his body had been simply bandaged, his eyes were closed, and he didn't seem very awake.
The old lady immediately fainted from fright, and a group of people hurriedly supported her.
They were all taking care of the old lady, only Jiang Shuyao was concerned about Xie Xun and hurriedly led the soldiers to the third room.
"Is he seriously injured?"
The soldier lowered his head and replied, "It's not heavy, it's just rained, and now it's hot."
Jiang Shuyao's heart trembled, fever was fatal in ancient times.
She suppressed the panic in her heart, rationally arranged for the maids to clean up the beds, and placed Xie Xun in the east wing.
The imperial doctor arrived soon, and first prescribed the antipyretic medicine, and then re-bandaged Xie Xun. After the antipyretic medicinal soup was boiled, Jiang Shuyao helped to pour it down. Although Xie Xun was burned out, he still knew how to swallow it, so he barely drank the medicinal soup.
A few hours later, the heat on his forehead finally subsided, Jiang Shuyao just breathed a sigh of relief, and in the middle of the night he burned again.
Suddenly, on the second night, Xie Xun completely subsided.
The imperial doctor was old and lacked energy. After seeing Xie Xun's fever, he was ready to leave the house and said, "After the fever is gone, there will be no serious problem. I will be able to recover from the injury. I will come back tomorrow to change his medicine."
Jiang Shuyao quickly thanked him, and asked someone to take silver taels to the imperial doctor.
Although the imperial doctor said that Xie Xun was fine, Jiang Shuyao was still worried and sat in front of Xie Xun's bed with the back of his hand from time to time to test the temperature of his forehead.
Bai Zhi persuaded a few times, but Jiang Shuyao refused, so she silently retreated.
In the second half of the night, when Jiang Shuyao was about to fall asleep in a daze, Xie Xun woke up.
As soon as he moved, Jiang Shuyao woke up immediately, and when he was about to call someone, he met his confused eyes.
"Why did you fall into my dream again?"
Jiang Shuyao suddenly fell up and down, and said with a smile, "What a dream, go to sleep."
Xie Xun muttered something and fell asleep again.
The next day, when Xie Xun woke up, Jiang Shuyao had already fallen asleep beside the bed.
He blinked, looked at the bed tent, didn't realize where he was, and subconsciously reached out to touch the letter on his chest.
As soon as he raised his hand, he was involved in the wound, and he gasped in pain.
Jiang Shuyao woke up, and when he looked up, he saw Xie Xun staring at him, dumbfounded.
"How's it going? What's wrong?"
Jiang Shuyao reached out to touch Xie Xun's forehead, but he turned his head away.
She was stunned for a moment, but before she could react, she heard Xie Xun say, "Go out first and let my servant come in."
After a long absence, he was injured again. Jiang Shuyao didn't expect that his first words when he woke up would be this.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Xie Xun tilted his head further inward.
Jiang Shuyao was at a loss, although he was puzzled, he still obeyed Xie Xun.
Xie Xun lay in bed for two days and ate nothing but medicine. After Jiang Shuyao went out and gave instructions, he went to the kitchen to cook white porridge for him.
After the white porridge was cooked, when he returned to the room, he found that Xie Xun had already sat up halfway, refreshed, his hair was half-brushed, and his collar was neat.
Jiang Shuyao walked over suspiciously and put down the bowl.
Xie Xun took the lead and said, "Long time no see."
"You asked the little servant to come in... Are you asking them to serve you and wash up?"
Xie Xun's smile froze on his face, and the roots of his ears gradually turned red. Thinking of his embarrassed appearance being seen by her, he could not wait to take his sword and go back to slaughter the assassins.
"What are you messing with, you forgot that you were injured?"
Seeing that she was angry, Xie Xun hurriedly said, "It's just a small injury." When he was excited, the wound was involved, and his face turned pale instantly.
Seeing her like this, Jiang Shuyao couldn't let out his anger, and sat down beside his bed with a bowl in hand: "You haven't eaten for two days, drink some vegetarian porridge to cushion your stomach."
She didn't say it was okay, but as soon as she said Xie Xun, she suddenly felt empty.
After eating outside for so long, I finally got home, and finally I could eat delicious food, but I was injured and could only drink some vegetarian porridge.
Xie Xun felt a little wronged when he looked at the bowl of bland white porridge.
Jiang Shuyao didn't know what he was thinking, so he scooped up the porridge and blew it, then handed the spoon to his mouth.
Xie Xun opened his mouth obediently, the white porridge with pure rice fragrance, extremely soft and glutinous, slipped down from his throat, full of warmth.
"Tasteless," he complained.
Jiang Shuyao raised his eyes and glanced at him, Xie Xun's heart was agitated, and his chaotic mind was much clearer.
He secretly scolded himself for being childish and talking nonsense, which was really shameful.
Just as he was about to explain, Jiang Shuyao suddenly leaned over and watched her face magnify in front of him. His mind fell into chaos again, and he only felt the soft touch on his lips that was gone.
Jiang Shuyao sat back down again, as if nothing had happened, scooped out a spoon of porridge again and put it to his mouth.
Xie Xun opened his mouth and drank it.
"now what?"
Xie Xun was stunned for a moment and tasted it: "Sweet."
"Do you still want to drink?"
"Yes." Xie Xun replied without hesitation.