Golden Age Of Phoenix: Tyrant’s First Class Virtuous Imperial Concubine

Zhu Feng left some people to continue cleaning the battlefield, and then hurried to the altar with a team.

The rain is getting worse.

It is as if the dark sky above the head has been pierced through a hole, and the galaxy in the sky poured directly into the world. After running in the rain for a while, everyone seemed to be fished out of the water, even the battle-tested. The horses were so blinded by the downpour that they struggled and swayed in the rain, reluctant to leave.

However, Zhu Feng didn't say a word, used his horse and swept his whip, abruptly leading everyone to gallop in the rain.

Nan Yan followed him. At this time, her face was numb from the rain, but she didn't shout a word of bitterness. In fact, the annoyance in her heart was much heavier than the pain in her body.

She thought that she should stay on the altar.

No matter what Zhu Chengjun is, she should believe in Zhu Feng and believe that he must have a way to retrieve the child, but she still left the big event on the altar.

Unexpectedly, the old uncle would fall down at this time.

She raised her head and looked at the figure of Zhu Feng running wild on horseback not far ahead, feeling sad and guilty in her heart, but at this time she said that it was too late, so she could only follow up quickly.

The location of the altar is not close or far from the battlefield.

However, walking in such a heavy rain, even standing still is a difficult task, plus they have been fighting for several hours, at this time they are really tired and almost reaching the limit.

At this moment, they saw something faint, like something bright on the horizon ahead.

It's dawn.

All night, they finally came out from the sea of ​​blood on the mountain.

However, the deep night and heavy rain still covered the land, and a little light from the distant horizon was not enough to illuminate the road in front of them, and everyone was bored and continued to ride horses, probably after a cup of tea. Kung Fu, Nan Yan looked up again and suddenly said, "Look at the emperor!"

The sky in front was brighter. Of course, it was just a little light as faint as a candle through the layers of window paper. However, Zhu Feng could see at a glance, the front was dark and dark. On the ground, a high platform appeared.

It's the altar!

At this time, there was no one on the altar, and even the soldiers who had been guarding on it withdrew. They flew for a while, and they saw the place under the altar, which was originally a pergola. Several tents were set up, and soldiers were all guarding nearby.

Detecting someone coming, someone greeted him immediately.

"It's the emperor!"

"The emperor is here! The emperor is here!"

"Quickly, report to Master Heyi!"

Zhu Feng didn't stop at all, and ran directly to the past, and rushed to the outside of the tent before turning over and dismounting. The soldiers standing at the entrance of the tent were also soaked with soaking. They immediately came forward and bowed to the ground: "The emperor. !"

Zhu Feng said: "Where is the uncle of the country?"

One of them said: "If you return to the emperor, Master Dao is now in the tent, Master He Yi is seeing a doctor for him."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Feng immediately reached out and opened the account and rushed in.

Nan Yan followed her horse and galloped over, and the guards on both sides immediately stepped forward to protect her from getting off the horse, but at this time, her mind was calmer than before. After getting off the horse, she did not immediately follow Zhu Feng to rush in. The tent, instead, looked back at Fang Buyuan holding Wen Bieyu who had passed out in his arms, and Xiao Shunzi also brought Han Wang Zhu Chengjun over from his horse.

She said: "Call a military doctor over immediately to treat the wounds of King Han and give Wen Bieyu a doctor. You must not let him be troubled, understand!?"

Although Zhu Chengjun was caught and tortured by Ajislan for a day, it was just a little fleshy wound on his neck, which was not a major problem. But Wen Bieyu was lying on his body in order to protect him when the army retreated. Those people trampled on at will, and it was fortunate that the small body bones were not crushed. At this time, his nose and mouth were bleeding, and he was already unconscious. This was the most terrible thing.

The people below immediately took Wen Bieyu to the tent on the other side, and the military doctor also hurried past.

Zhu Chengjun thought for a while, and said softly: "Mother concubine, Erchen wants to go over and guard Brother Bieyu."

Nan Yan glanced at him.

Although he was also injured all over, but at this time, the child showed tenacious vitality, even if the neck was broken and blood flowed all over, it was like a okay person. Nan Yan Shen Shen said: "Yes, but it must be Take a good rest, the doctor will show you injuries and don't mess around."

Zhu Chengjun said immediately: "I understand!"

After speaking, he turned around and ran away.

Nan Yan let out a long sigh, and then called someone over to arrange the outside affairs. After some things were done, she turned and walked into the tent of the old country uncle.

Inside the tent, there was an indescribable smell.

Nan Yan frowned before reluctantly discerning that it was a strong medicinal smell, mixed with the strong **** smell, and the smell of earthy smell from the rain washing the soil.

It's disgusting.

And as soon as she turned her head, she saw a simple bed built with a few chairs on one side of the tent, covered with a few clothes, even if it was a mattress, while the pale, almost lifeless old country uncle was lying on it.

There was a large pool of blood on the ground.

He Yi was sitting on the side of the bed, and Zhu Feng was standing by the bed, motionless watching He Yi pouring a bowl of muddy soup medicine into the mouth of the old uncle.

However, he was unconscious and had no consciousness of swallowing at all.

The decoction immediately ran down the corner of his mouth.

"uncle!"

Nan Yan whispered, and hurried forward, but was stopped by Zhu Feng, who was standing by the bed.

There was only one faint candle in the tent. At this time, it was as if they were worried, and it was constantly swaying. The light of the uncertain candle was reflected on Zhu Feng's face, making his expression a little uncertain.

When he spoke, the deep voice was also stained with a trace of unnoticeable tremor.

"Don't move."

Nan Yan looked at him, and then at the old uncle, she was so close, she realized that the old uncle's complexion was blue and gray, his lips were purplish, his mouth seemed to be burned dry and cracked, and a few **** holes appeared a little bit. shocking.

She eagerly asked, "What's wrong with uncle?"

Of course Zhu Feng could not answer her.

He also saw this scene as soon as he came in, and he didn't even know what the old country uncle's condition was.

Both people stared at Heyi.

He Yi put the medicine bowl aside, and stretched out his hand to press the old uncle's belly, feeling that it was as hard as iron inside, and he sighed heavily.

"Ugh……"

Zhu Feng asked immediately: "What's the matter?"