After the tender beauty was reborn, the husband of the god of war competed for favor

Chapter 89 Song Jiuxi, you are so awesome

Song Jiuxi looked up at him, and Yan Shubai winked at her.

The dark eyes were sparkling, and there was a smile in them.

The pale face was illuminated by the firelight, and the handsome face made everyone stunned for a moment.

"Yan... Shubai?" Yongjia hesitated and said behind him.

As soon as Yongjia spoke, the faces of the people behind him varied.

After the fire burst into the sky, the initial screams disappeared. The entire mountain forest was silent. The scarred man looked around and saw that there were only three or four people left around him.

They looked at the man in front of them in fear and did not dare to move at all.

"What are you doing standing still? Kill him! Otherwise we will all die here today!" The scarred man shouted, holding up a long knife and heading towards Yan Shubai.

Seeing this, several big men behind him also rushed over with their swords raised.

Yan Shubai stood still, turned his wrist slightly, and swung out the long sword. A sudden wind blew in the mountain, and the cold force hit the scarred man's blade.

"Ouch!" a loud noise.

The scarred man withdrew his right leg and pressed it against the ground. He gritted his teeth and held on, with veins popping out on his forehead.

Several other big men also rushed towards them. Song Jiuxi put his hand on Yan Shubai's waist, suddenly flipped his legs into the air, kicked one of them in the shoulder, and kicked away the long knife in the big man's hand.

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The remaining two people rushed to Song Jiuxi and Yan Shubai, their arms trembling, and the hand holding the knife was trembling.

Yan Shubai pushed his wrist forward, and the scarred man flew backwards with a pop.

At this time, a line of black-armored warriors came rushing over, and the two big men knelt on the ground when they saw it. "Xiao, Xiao Yiwei?!"

"General." The leader, Luo Feng, dismounted and saluted Yan Shubai, "There are a total of 2,732 bandits in this mountain, 750 of them have been killed, and the rest have been captured."

"Yes." Yan Shubai responded and threw the sword to Luo Feng, who quickly took it and inserted it into its sheath.

Yan Shubai suddenly coughed twice, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"Yan Shubai." Song Jiuxi looked at him nervously.

Yan Shubai glanced at her, and when his eyes glanced at the injury on Song Jiuxi's shoulder, his expression was not very good. "My wife's injury is so serious, it seems that it will be the same whether I come or not."

Song Jiuxi felt that Yan Shubai's words were strange, but this was not the time to argue with him.

Song Jiuxi asked: "Why did you come in person? And your legs...doesn't it matter?"

After all, Yan Shubai had been sitting in a wheelchair for two years, and now he suddenly stood up. I wonder what those in the capital would think.

"Madam, please worry about yourself first."

Yan Shubai suddenly picked up Song Jiuxi. At this time, Song Ruoyu and Yongjia came out. Song Ruoyu saw Yan Shubai and shouted happily: "Brother-in-law."

"Yes." Yan Shubai responded, carried Song Jiuxi onto the horse, and then sat behind Song Jiuxi himself.

"Where to go?" Song Jiuxi asked doubtfully.

These bandits in the mountains have not yet been thoroughly investigated, and it is not clear what kind of deal Chang Shenhui wants to make with them. There is also Xu Xu, who Song Jiuxi always feels is a breakthrough.

Yan Shubai strangled her waist with his arm, then clamped his legs together, and the horse ran away.

Fang Long was holding Xu Xu with one hand and Chang Shenhui with the other. He was about to report to his master when he saw a horse running over.

"Master." Fang Long shouted hurriedly.

She rushed over as soon as she got the news, but she didn't expect Xiao Yiwei to move faster than her. Moreover, Yan Shubai asked her to arrest people, and he went to save the master first. Regarding the half-master Yan Shubai's order,

Fang Long couldn't help but listen.

If you don't arrest anyone, come here quickly.

But where is Yan Shubai taking his master to?

Normally Song Jiuxi would have struggled away, but now she really had no strength. Her hands and feet were weak, her mind was dizzy, and half of her left side of her body was numb with pain.

Yan Shubai would not be harmful to her. Song Jiuxi was a little relieved and let herself faint.

When the person in his arms leaned softly against his chest, Yan Shubai grabbed the reins and slowed down. He touched Song Jiuxi's forehead, and it was indeed surprisingly hot.

It wasn't until this moment that the little girl showed her heart. Yan Shubai didn't know whether to be happy or angry.

He held the person in his arms and pinched Song Jiuxi's face angrily.

Huh?

The cheeks are also soft.

Yan Shubai pinched the thin flesh on his cheek, and then moved his hand away with some reluctance.

Their horses soon arrived at the villa on the outskirts of Beijing. The housekeeper was overjoyed to see them coming, but became anxious when he saw both of them were injured.

Yan Shubai ordered: "Bring Doctor Luo over as soon as possible."

The housekeeper hurriedly responded and went to take care of it, and the servants started to move around. Those who took medicine took medicine and those who boiled water boiled water.

Yan Shubai carried the unconscious Song Jiuxi into the room and onto the bed, and then looked at the injury on Song Jiuxi's shoulder.

The blood stains are stuck to the clothes, and if I try to do anything now, I'm afraid I will pull the scabbed flesh.

A trace of unbearability flashed in Yan Shubai's eyes. In the past, when he was injured on the battlefield, he would take care of it without blinking an eye. But now, he is more and more cautious around the people on the bed.

Yan Shubai cut open the clothes around his shoulders. Except for the wound, everything else was astonishingly white, and Ao Heng's collarbone was clearly visible.

Yan Shubai pulled the quilt and covered it up to Song Jiuxi's chest, leaving only a corner of his shoulders exposed.

He took a deep breath and used a knife to cut open the clothes that were stuck together. Song Jiuxi suddenly groaned in pain and opened his eyes weakly.

Yan Shubai said: "It will definitely hurt to treat the wound now. Madam, please bear with it."

Song Jiuxi closed her eyes again and sighed softly. There was a layer of sweat on her forehead and her hair on both sides was wet.

Yan Shubai calmed down and focused his eyes on the wound, making every cut with extreme accuracy.

Song Jiuxi closed her eyes and muttered: "Yan Shubai, are you old? You move so slowly."

Yan Shubai licked the roots of his teeth and smiled. "Song Jiuxi, you are so powerful, you are not afraid of pain, are you?"

"I'm afraid, so hurry up, it won't be over until the pain is over... um!"

In an instant, Song Jiuxi's whole body tensed up, and her lips instantly turned white. Yan Shubai put away the knife and applied the herbs on the side to the wound.

Song Jiuxi opened her eyes wide and looked at the complicated patterns on the top of the bed. Only then did she notice that the top of the bed was embroidered with a pair of mandarin ducks.

She suddenly remembered that when her mother was about to die, she seemed to want to embroider a mandarin duck for her.

At that time, my mother had no strength left. She was sitting in a chair outside the door, basking in the sun while holding a handkerchief and embroidering patterns.

Xiao Jiuxi put away the wooden sword and asked curiously: "What is my mother embroidering?"

"Yuanyang, can't Xixi see it?" Jiang Jun handed the red handkerchief in his hand to Song Jiuxi to see.

After reading it, Song Jiuxi said: "It looks like a chicken."

"Nonsense." Jiang Jun rolled his eyes at her, "This is obviously a mandarin duck."

Xiao Jiuxi didn't refute, curiously squatting beside Jiang Jun to embroider the mandarin ducks. Jiang Jun embroidered for a while, then suddenly gave up. "This is too ugly, how about Xixi... when you get married, you can embroider it yourself?"

"Okay." At that time, Song Jiuxi didn't feel anything strange about her mother, and when her mother left, she didn't see the shaped mandarin duck handkerchief.

Later, Song Jiuxi was pressured by Song Wenzhi to study Nühong. As expected, she was just like her mother, unable to embroider anything.

She also embroidered mandarin ducks seriously, but they were so ugly that she couldn't continue halfway through the embroidery.

I think my mother didn't want to leave that ugly veil to her at that time.

For some reason, after such a long time, Song Jiuxi suddenly thought of that ugly scarf. Her eyes felt sore, and her chest felt swollen and uncomfortable.

Yan Shubai bandaged the wound, and when he looked up, he saw Song Jiuxi's red eyes. "Aren't you afraid of pain? Why are you crying?"

"I didn't cry." Song Jiuxi was embarrassed. She didn't cry because she was afraid of pain.

Yan Shubai looked at her funny, and wiped the corners of Song Jiuxi's eyes with his fingertips. Then he spoke slowly, as if he was deliberately teasing, with a smile showing at the corners of his eyes.

"You're not crying, so what is this?"

(End of chapter)