But now that we have reached this point, we are only a little short of killing Yu Wensheng——
Kill this patron saint of the Ye Kingdom, kill this biggest "blocker" and "stumbling block" that prevents their Nanchen cavalry from stepping onto the Ye Kingdom's land...
After all the hard work and hard work, the opportunity was rare, and they were very unwilling to let go of such a great opportunity.
"Bring me the arrows!"
A general who was good at shooting received a short bow and shouted, "Come closer and protect me!" Then he opened his bow and aimed at Yu Wensheng's location.
His idea was to get rid of Yu Wensheng, the great enemy of the Southern Chen Kingdom, even at the cost of sacrificing some people.
The most fragile parts of the human body include the head, heart, throat, spleen and kidneys... It is true that he cannot be like a person who shoots an arrow in the dark and shatters the skull and forehead bones with one blow, but he does not believe that other parts are at such a close distance. He can't shoot himself.
When General Nan Chen narrowed one eye and confidently pointed the arrow at Yu Wensheng, he suddenly caught his eye.
He was obviously so weak and stubborn with a smile before, but now his eyes were terrifying, like a poisonous snake, staring at the living thing in front of him, which made people shudder.
His legs had been beaten with blood by Mu Daye, and his trousers and clothes were soaked with blood. He lowered his body leisurely, stretched out his left hand, and saw the slender white fingers gently pulling the extremely hard iron shackles. After being broken, he slowly straightened up again and met his gaze again.
During this period, the wind in the canyon faintly drained from between his eyebrows, and the messy hair that was flying was covered again. Under the shadow, the corners of his lips that were redder than blood were raised like tears, and his pupils were like black holes. , without any sense of light, like a dark thing, dead and gloomy.
Terror spread silently to the surroundings, and a stream of blood suddenly rushed to the top of his head. The general's head was buzzing, his legs were shaking violently, and he could no longer hold on to his hands.
"He, he's just pretending, he's going to go on a killing spree, run, run..."
The general dropped his bow and arrow, turned his head, and ran away as if he was frightened.
"Hahahahaha..."
Yu Wensheng shrugged his shoulders and laughed uncontrollably. The wind blew his half-dried blood clothes and fluttered, and his aura was like a majestic torrent, extremely depressing and powerful, and revealed a... A chill that tears at the soul.
Originally, these people were starting to get scared, but now they were startled by the general's shrill cry. They were immediately frightened, one person fled, and the ambition of a thousand people suddenly disappeared.
The name "Living Yama" is not only popular in the Ye Kingdom, but also in the other seven countries, his image as the god of death is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
None of them wanted to die here, especially if they were cut in half by "Living Yama", so they all abandoned their armor and followed their soldiers, and fled madly.
Looking at Nan Chenjun who was running away in panic, Yu Wensheng turned his head to one side and looked at their backs with an incomprehensible look.
And just when the Nanchen army was "deceived", "intimidated", "killed the leader" and "fake the tiger's power" by Yu Wensheng and Zheng Quchi, and dispersed, Zheng Quchi eagerly emerged from behind the cover. stood up.
The four Xuanjia troops behind her also raised their heads. They looked at the chaotic Nanchen Army below with bewildered faces. There were obviously so many of them, but because they had no backbone and no one to command them, they became Headless flies.
"Husband, madam, we succeeded!" they shouted excitedly.
"I never thought in my wildest dreams that just a few of us could defeat thousands of Nanchen troops..."
"Yes, this battle can be regarded as the most legendary battle in the rest of my life."
Zheng Quchi didn't respond to them. She just stared at Yu Wensheng below, without blinking.
Yu Wensheng felt a certain passionate and focused gaze, and his unpredictable eyes could easily switch between those of Wen Chun harmless.
He held his broken arm and raised his head to look at the woman standing against the backlight. His skin was pale at this time and he was bathed in blood. He showed a sick smile as pure as a small white flower in her direction: "Thank you, madam, for saving me." As a husband."
He raised his head, and his perfect mandible and long neck formed a graceful line. His thin and slender body looked like a fairy dying in the wind, which was both tragic and regretful, like a beautiful and heartbreaking picture.
Although such a battle-scarred beauty did not confuse Zheng Quchi's eyes, it aroused her compassionate heart.
They were not close, and if his voice was not louder, it would not reach her ears at all, but she could probably understand what he was saying by looking at the shape of his mouth.
When Zheng Quchi saw that he was in such a miserable state and still thanked himself, he suddenly felt mixed emotions in his heart.
She couldn't help but start to reflect on the decisions she had made before. Did she have to let him suffer this? Is there no other way?
Was she too cruel, too cold, too cruel to him?
Runtu and the others got up from the ground and finally saw the person appearing at a high place. They felt that what was happening in front of them was simply unbelievable. Were the crucial arrows that broke the deadlock and allowed them to escape, the domineering shot that protected the general, life and death, all really done by the general's wife?
Although they thought this matter was too shocking, seeing the Qiuci crossbow that she still hadn't put down in her hand, even if it was impossible, it was the only accurate answer after ruling out other impossibilities.
Zheng Quchi asked someone to drive the car and rushed down.
She handed the Qiuci Crossbow to Xuan Jiajun, and then rushed to Yu Wensheng's side. As expected, he saw a nervous look of worry, guilt and eagerness on her face, and he was finally satisfied in his heart.
As she approached, he gently pushed forward and fell softly against her. He knew that she was different from other women, and she had enough strength to support him.
Sure enough, although Zheng Quchi was unfamiliar with his skills, he held him firmly and allowed him to lean on him without falling to the ground.
"Yu Wensheng, Yu Wensheng, what's wrong with you? Are you okay?"
Zheng Quchi shouted twice, but when he saw no response, he simply bent down and picked him up without resorting to help, and walked quickly to the carriage.
Runtu and the others were standing beside them, and upon seeing this, they quickly followed suit, but at this moment Zheng Quchi had no intention of paying attention to their expressions, otherwise he would have found that the expressions on each of them were so indescribable and speechless.
They were the closest just now, and they wanted to rush up to express their concern immediately, but the general's faint eyes made them stand there in confusion, without knowing why.
Although the general's face at that time was completely drained of blood and looked pale and cold, the splattered blood made him completely evil and ferocious, making them terrified...
But all this, until the madam appeared...he changed.
He suddenly became kind and weak, as if he was the most miserable and pitiable person in the world...
Zheng Quchi quickly carried the person back to the carriage, and then directed Xuan Jiajun to pull out the seat of the Panlong carriage and use it as a lying board. As long as some soft cushions were placed on it, it would be as comfortable as a small bed for sleeping.
Zheng Quchi didn't know medical skills, so he asked them who could see the injury, and Runtu volunteered to check. .
"How is his injury?" Zheng Quchi asked with his eyes wide open.
After Runtu briefly checked the general's wound, he hesitated and said, "...it's okay."
Zheng Quchi sounded a little disbelieving: "What do you mean it's okay? How is this possible? He lost so much blood."
He has become a blood-stained person, how could he say the word "fine" lightly?
"It's just..." didn't hurt.
Runtu had just checked under the general's clothes and found that he was wearing a piece of soft armor underneath. Therefore, if a sharp weapon is sharp or blunt, its power will be greatly reduced. There is no wound that can cause the general to bleed so much blood...
Therefore, according to his guess, the blood on his body was most likely caused by someone else splashing on him, causing this tragic injury.
But before he could tell the general's wife, he saw the general open his "weak" eyes, glanced at him meaningfully, and then closed them again.
This process lasted very short time, and the general's wife had full attention.
The attack was on the general's injury, so he didn't notice it.
But Runtu's truth just fell into the sand. He couldn't go against the general's wishes, but he felt that he couldn't tell him if he was asked to lie to the general's wife.
So he simply blurred some of the facts, but told the truth: "The most serious injury to the general right now is his right hand. The dressing needs to be applied as soon as possible, otherwise it will cause difficulty in the sensitivity of his right hand in the future."
As for the injuries on his legs, the injuries on his body looked quite serious, but in fact they were all skin injuries. Considering the general's physique, he only needed to apply medicine and rest.
Zheng Quchi looked at his injured hand and frowned, "Then can you heal it?"
"I only have some medicine around me, and I can only do some simple treatments. I'm sorry, madam." Runtu replied apologetically.
"It's as simple as it is simple. You give him medicine first, and I'll go find a strong piece of wood outside to fix his broken hand first to avoid getting more injured." Zheng Quchi said.
"Okay, my subordinate will do it immediately."
After this incident, Runtu not only treated the general's wife differently, but simply obeyed her orders. In addition to the general, the general's wife would also become his most loyal person in the future.
Soon, Runtu cleaned Yu Wensheng's wound, applied gold sore medicine, bandaged it, and changed him into a new set of clean clothes.
When Zheng Quchi came back, what he saw was a weak man with Liu Fufeng, a man who was worried about both sides and suffering from all kinds of diseases... His face was as pale as paper, his eyes were weakly closed, and he was extremely weak.
"Madam, the general's wounds have been taken care of for now, and I'll leave the rest to you."
Runtu resigned with the others and left the carriage to them.
Zheng Quchi looked at Yu Wensheng, who was wearing white clothes, a white face, and white lips. He was now as pale as a ghost. She whispered: "I told you to believe me, but you really believe it. You risk your life to create opportunities for me..." "
Before, she mouthed and said silently: "Trust me."
"You said you believed you, so I believed you... Madam, are you doing well for your husband?" Yu Wensheng suddenly opened his eyes.
There is a big difference between him with his eyes open and his eyes closed. With his eyes closed, he completely expresses his temperament with a demonic face of Shuimu Qinghua. But once he opens his eyes, even if he deliberately restrains his aura, his innate The strong aura still makes people feel uncomfortable.
"you're awake?"
Zheng Quchi was startled at first, and then when he saw him frowning slightly and taking a breath, and thin beads of sweat seeping out from his forehead, he knew that the wound must be painful.
But there was no way she could give him pain relief, so she took out the freshly wet handkerchief and slowly wiped away the blood and sweat on his face.
When his face was white and flawless, she saw the pair of gorgeous "Phoenix Tears", and she found a red gauze scarf from his pile of bloody clothes and tied it over his eyes.
She knew that he cared about this very much, and he always carried a mask on him, or else he would use this kind of gauze to cover himself.
"Very well...you did a good job."
She gently held up the back of his head with one hand, brought his face close to her, and then tied the red gauze scarf with a knot in the back for him.
Yu Wensheng's face was almost buried in Zheng Quchi's chest, and his breath was filled with her breath and taste. Such an intimate and warm contact made his whole body freeze suddenly, and even his breathing stopped suddenly at that moment.
After tying it up, Zheng Quchi gently placed his head back: "Anyway... thank you for your hard work."
He followed her eyes, trying to find the movement in them and the feeling he longed for. He asked her uncertainly: "Are you feeling sorry for me?"
He seemed to have asked about this before, but at that time Zheng Quchi avoided talking and changed the topic.
But now, she folded the red wet handkerchief, put it aside, and said in a low voice: "I'm not that cruel. You've been hurt like this, and I'm still indifferent."
Yu Wensheng continued to ask: "How distressed are you? Do you feel more distressed than the last time I was injured?"
"Why are you comparing these?" Zheng Quchi couldn't help but smile.
Yu Wensheng lowered his eyes: "In the past
I heard the Master say something: Thousands of stones of grain, grains accumulated, thousands of feet of cloth, woven from root to root. I want to sow seeds in your heart, hoping to grow thousands of acres of fertile land. I want to weave cloth in your mind, hoping only for you. If you can be honest and trustworthy, you will no longer regard me as a scourge. I care about these things because I care. "
He always restrained and restrained in front of her. He didn't mean to do so, but couldn't help it. He bound his hands and feet, willing not to resist, but he didn't ask for anything in return.
Hearing these words, Zheng Quchi's heart suddenly stirred up waves. She pursed her lips and asked him in a hoarse voice: "Why...do you care so much about my opinion? Do you...do you like me?"
As soon as she asked the last sentence, she regretted it. She felt that she was impulsive and that she must have lost her mind. How could she ask him like this...
"Like?" Yu Wensheng was stunned for a moment, and then he understood the meaning a little, and asked: "What is like? Do you like me?"
There was obviously nothing in his eyes, like a deep well with no light to shine through.
"……"grass.
Sure enough, you are being sentimental!
