Qing'e stood shivering outside the tent, not daring to go in. When she saw Wen Chan was kicked out, she quickly stepped forward to wipe her tears, "What's wrong?"
Wen Chan sighed, looked around cautiously, walked to the leeward and sat down.
"Princess, she doesn't remember anything - she doesn't remember anything - she insists on transplanting the skin of that Mr. Riashi - I can't imagine it! She is a princess respected by all people!" As she said, He buried his head in his knees and cried.
The last trace of orange has completely disappeared into the horizon. Endless desolation and darkness gradually enveloped the entire plain, and the wind roared past.
Looking at the dark blue sky, Qing'e couldn't help but sob softly.
"It's been more than half a month since we left the city, and we don't know if General Qi is still alive - what can we do! Is the princess really going to suffer permanent amnesia -"
At the bonfire, Helian Sang Mahjong was roasting on a copper plate, and he kept scattering pine and cypress leaves into it. After a while, the scent of pine filled the tent.
The doctor Regulung took the spirit that the waiter had heated and walked to the low couch, where Jinghua Hairpin had already been lying down waiting for the skin to be removed.
"Girl, are you really ready?"
Jinghua Hairpin took off her sleeves and was about to talk to the doctor, but Helian Sangma walked up to her side.
Jinghua Hairpin paused and glanced at Yelu Daiqin on the couch. The man was still asleep.
She withdrew her eyes and said calmly: "You're ready, come on."
Under the dim light in the tent, Jing Huahan saw that Helian Sangma's eyes were instantly filled with maternal tenderness, containing a layer of mist.
"Our Second Young Master will definitely thank you very much!" Helian Sangma choked up.
"Aunt Sangma, this is what I should do originally. I owe him."
"Then drink this cup of tea!" Helian Sangma took the teacup brought by the maid and handed it to Jinghua Hairpin, "Drink this and you won't feel the pain."
Jing Huahan looked at the Yao plate that the doctor had put aside on the small table. There was an unknown paste, a small amount of steaming spirits, a few sharp weapons with a cold light, and some indescribable things. Looking at it makes people tremble in their hearts.
"Okay!" Jinghua took the hairpin and drank it up.
After a moment, my eyelids felt heavy, and except for the pain of a foreign object penetrating my arm, I felt no other sensation.
"We can't wait any longer!" Wen Chan looked at the reflection of the candlelight in the tent and said word by word: "Tonight, we have to tell her the princess's true identity!"
Qing'e paused and nodded in agreement, "Yes! We can't wait any longer!"
Jing Huahan woke up and looked around. There was no one in the tent.
When I stood up, I saw that my right arm had been tightly wrapped in white cloth. I touched it carefully with my fingertips, but I didn't feel any pain at all.
"Riashi——" She sat in a daze, "Where are the people? Where have you all been?"
Seeing no one answered, she got up and walked outside the tent.
But when the tent curtain was lifted, there was thick fog everywhere, and no one was visible, not even the guards who usually guarded outside the tent were gone.
"It's unexpected that there is such a thick fog in this plain - how long have I been sleeping!" Jing Huahan said while minding his own business and took a few steps out, "Riasi! Where are you - "
This time there was still no answer, but there seemed to be a sound of sawing wood not far ahead.
Jinghua Hairpin continued to fumble and took a few steps forward, when a small tent appeared in front of her eyes.
"Riasi? Are you here?" Jinghua Hairpin smiled and lifted the curtain and walked inside.
But as soon as she stood still, she was so frightened that she collapsed on the ground. She wanted to crawl out, but she felt that her whole body was unable to move as if her bones and marrow were being sucked out.
Inside the tent, there was a guillotine placed in the center, and four corpses lay neatly on the guillotine.
She had never seen such a formation before, and she screamed and shrank aside, but as soon as she moved, she felt like she hit something behind her.
She turned around tremblingly, and her long hair was already hanging in front of her eyes, very close at hand. There seemed to be water dripping from the hair and flowing up her cheek.
She stretched out her hand and touched it, bringing it up to her eyes to see where there was water - it was clearly blood!
"Ah -" she screamed and stepped back, and then she saw clearly that there was a woman's face in the middle of the hair.
Although shocked, Jing Huahan felt that the face was inexplicably familiar, especially the golden phoenix crown hanging on the hair.
Both that face and the phoenix crown made her feel inexplicably familiar.
"So you are the princess of Jing Dynasty! You sinner! You liar! Suffer death!"
An angry shout came from behind, and Jing Huahan quickly turned around to look.
"Riashi?" The fair and handsome young man's face had become extremely cold at this moment, and there seemed to be countless ice in his eyes.
Jing Huahan looked at the person in front of him in surprise, in disbelief, "Riasi? What's wrong with you? What Princess Jingchao? I don't know!"
"You still want to quibble! Take a look!" Yelu Daiqin said, pointing the scabbard in his hand at the four corpses, with a sinister look on his face, "Your father! Your mother! And your two Brother Emperor! I have already beheaded you! You, Dajing, have enslaved us Beidi for many years! They deserve death! You, the princess, don’t even think about escaping!"
"I-I'm not a princess!" Tears burst out from her eyes. She trembled and crawled forward, but the person in front of her didn't say a word.
A flash of cold light suddenly appeared, and the cold heart of the sword stabbed at her, causing pain to instantly sweep through her body.
