Poor Lady

"What are you doing? Is it fun to bully others?"

The children around spread out laughing, sometimes shouting to Jin Yun, "Fool, fool."

"These stinky boys bullied Motuo again." Tut came out of the tent and explained to Qi Surong, "Motuo was poisoned before, and later was seriously injured. Such a foolish appearance, alas... Young Master Zhuo, please come in."

Qi Surong was a little sad to hear it, took Jin Yun's hand, and followed Tut into the tent.

"Mo Tuo, sit down." Tut pointed to the carpet, then opened the medicine cabinet and took out a few bottles of wound medicine, and said, "Mo Tuo, take off your shirt."

Jin Yun acted as she said, taking off her clothes with some difficulty. Qi Surong knelt down on one knee and took the initiative to step forward to help him undress. Jin Yun moved back, slightly resisting, Su Rong held his hand and said warmly, "Don't move around, be careful to hurt yourself."

Jin Yun no longer twisted, just stared at her blankly.

Tut smiled: "It seems that he likes you very much."

"Really?" Qi Surong responded casually and carefully helped Jin Yun take off his shirt. Chiluo's upper body was quickly exposed in front of her eyes. The familiar and tight muscles were covered with various scars, both large and small. The most striking one was the 40-centimeter knife mark on the back, which was slashed from the left shoulder. As far as the right waist, we can meet each other, how critical the situation was at that time.

Qi Surong tried her best to adjust her breathing so that she would not be too shocked and uncomfortable.

"Mo Tuo is also a fortune teller. When the old man met him, he could only breathe a sigh of relief. Several times he thought he couldn't be saved, but this kid just survived." Seeing this kid is pleasing to the eye, I simply take it with me to prevent him from wandering around."

"Doctor Tut's house is kind and kind, he... thanks to meeting you." Qi Surong rubbed Jin Yun's rough palm, and her low voice contained a hint of gratitude.

Tut smiled without saying a word, and continued the movements in his hands, with Su Rong also helping.

"Master Zhuo, please take care of Mo Tuo, the old man will come back when he goes."

"Okay, please."

Tutu nodded, picked up the tray and walked out of the tent.

Only Qi Surong and Gu Jinyun were left in the tent. She looked up and saw that there were still some scratches on Jin Yun's face and neck, so she picked up a cotton cloth, dipped it in the remaining wound medicine from Tutu, and carefully wiped it for him.

Jin Yun sat still, staring at her without blinking.

"Does it hurt?" Su Rong asked softly.

Jin Yun shook his head.

She added: "If someone bullies you in the future, remember to run away quickly, or ask someone you know for help, don't stand dumbfounded, you know?"

Jin Yun nodded.

Su Rong paused, looking at Jin Yun's face so close, he couldn't help raising his hand to stroke his cheek to describe his facial features. Her fingers touched a piercing beard, she frowned slightly, and said in a low voice, "Has it been a long time since I shaved? It looks like I'm a few decades older." If it wasn't for the wrong timing, she would never tolerate her husband's Such a sloppy appearance is swaggering around.

In Jin Yun's deep eyes, a faint halo flashed, and his lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but the next moment suddenly returned to his original calm appearance.

"Young Master Zhuo, there is good news." Tut stepped in, a look of joy flashed on his face, and a squire followed behind him.

"What good news?" Qi Surong sat up straight and put down the cotton cloth in her hand.

"I heard just now that a new batch of medicinal materials has arrived in Nanbian Ying. If there is no accident, the old man should be able to prepare a sufficient amount of medicine for you in advance."

No, she's not in a hurry at all, you don't have to go ahead at all! Qi Surong's heart was bitter, but she smiled and said, "It's so good, then there's Dr. Lautut."

"Good to say, good to say." Tut waved his hand indifferently.

Qi Surong's eyes moved to the squire behind him, and Tut explained: "Today, the patriarch of the Qingying clan will bring his daughter to hunt nearby, and the young patriarch Yi Lun asked me to accompany me in case of an accident."

Qingying clan! Qi Surong's eyes shrank, came to Boya to hunt at this time?

She looked at Jin Yun and asked, "Is Mo Tuo going too?"

"Of course." Tut laughed, "I still count on him to protect my old bones."

Qi Surong nodded, got up and said, "Then I won't disturb you, you can talk."

Although she really wanted to meet the patriarch of the Qingying clan, she didn't dare to ask for the risk of being suspected.

After leaving Tut's tent, Qi Surong walked back with a lot of thought. The Qingying clan's vicious name in the previous life was like thunder. As the mastermind of the future chaos, they attacked the city, plundered the land, murdered and set fire, and committed all kinds of evil. The reason why so many civilians died in the wars in the previous life was because of the brutal acts of the Qingying tribe that did not leave any survivors.

In contrast, the Boya people are much more gentle. Based on what she knew about Yi Lun in the past few days, she really couldn't understand why he would be willing to form an alliance with the Qingying Clan. Although the Qingying tribe is the most powerful tribe in the Western Regions, the strength of Boya should not be underestimated. If they unite with other small tribes, they may not be able to compete with the Qingying.

"Have you heard? The patriarch of the Qingying clan and his daughter are coming to Boya!" The voices of several Boya people not far away came to Qi Surong's ears.

"I've heard it too, but I didn't expect that Patriarch Datan even brought his own daughter this time. She is a well-known beauty in the Western Regions. She is both talented in singing and dancing, and she is also good at shooting arrows."

"You said, does the Patriarch Datan intend to marry our Boya?"

"It's really possible! Our young patriarch is brave and brave, and it really matches Alorian."

"Hmph, maybe Alorian just has a name for nothing, and may not be worthy of our young patriarch."

"Dolan, you're jealous, hahaha..."

When Qi Surong heard the word "marriage", she immediately felt a flash of inspiration. Yes, why didn't she think of marriage? The alliance between Qingying and Boya is likely to be based on marriage.

She hurried back to her tent, silently reciting the words Qingying, Boa, Yirun, and Aarorian in her heart. If she could destroy their marriage, would it also be equivalent to indirectly destroying their alliance? Without the participation of the Boya people, Qingying's long-planned war would never have been organized. Even if it is forced, it will only end in disastrous failure.

But this matter is too difficult. She is still in a place of suspicion, and it is inconvenient to act. It seems that for the time being, she can only stand still and wait for the opportunity.

It was night, a bonfire was raised in the inner camp, singing and dancing were noisy, and laughter and laughter were endless.

Qi Surong was sitting in the side camp watching from afar, when a squire suddenly ran over and said to her, "Young Master Zhuo, Young Patriarch, please come over and have fun."

Qi Surong was stunned, but she never expected that Yi Lun would invite her. She straightened her clothes, gave an explanation, and followed the squire from toward the inner camp.

The defense of the inner camp city is obviously not comparable to that of the side camps. There is a sentry every tens of meters, and a group of three or five people patrols alternately.

Walking into a spacious open space, there was a bonfire in the middle of the open space, and dozens of people gathered in a circle, singing and dancing. There are nearly a hundred tables and tables regularly arranged around, and there are all kinds of delicious food and wine. There are many people sitting on the ground, chatting and laughing.

Directly in front, Yi Lun, who was gorgeously dressed, sat side by side with a middle-aged man with a beard, chatting about wine. Next to the middle-aged man was a beautiful 16- or 17-year-old woman. Presumably they were the patriarch of the Qingying clan, Datan and his daughter, Aarorian.

Hu Cong led Qi Surong to an vacant case and then retreated.

Qi Surong searched around and finally found Tut and Jinyun in a corner not far from Yi Lun. Tut refused to drink wine, drinking cup after cup, and even Jin Yun was drunk a lot. However, unlike the popular Tut, the people who poured alcohol on Jin Yun were rude and malicious, and Jin Yun's clothes were soaked by the spilled wine.

A trace of anger flashed in Qi Surong's eyes, her fists clenched tightly. At this moment, there was a burst of cheers in his ears, and he looked around, just to see Alolian holding Elon's hand and walking into the singing and dancing group.

The crowd cheered and the music became more cheerful.

There was no joy in Yi Lun's expression. Following the rhythm, he danced against Aarorian, and everyone around them laughed and danced for them. Some people threw petals, and the atmosphere was extremely warm.

Judging by this momentum, the marriage of Elon and Alorien is likely to be completed. Qi Surong knew the customs of Boya and other ethnic groups, and the men and women who looked at each other during the celebration could consummate the marriage on the same day and achieve good things. Once they are in the account tonight, there is no room for manoeuvre.

Qi Surong was anxious and kept thinking about countermeasures. At this moment, she inadvertently saw several women walk into a pink tent, and soon after, each changed their clothes and came out.

Her eyes lit up, she stood up and crossed the crowd, instead of walking directly towards the tent, she went around to the other side, pretended to go to the toilet, and then sneaked into a pink tent. The tent was full of beautiful dresses and accessories. Qi Surong hid behind the curtain and quickly took off his men's clothes and put on a set of Boya clothes.

After taking the medicine she carried with her, Qi Surong's skin turned white at a visible speed. Spreading her hair, she quickly made a delicate bun, with beaded flowers hanging down, thrush, eye-drawing, and red dots... Finally, Qi Surong's eyes fell on a beautiful silver mask on the desk...

In the clearing, Elon was still dancing with Alorien. Arolian is beautiful and moving, and her passion is like fire, compared with other women, all of them pale in comparison. Even Aaron, who has read countless people, has to admit her charm.

Marrying a beautiful wife seems like a good idea. Ellen thought to herself.

"Ding ding, ding ding ding..." Suddenly, a string of pleasant Ding Ling voices came faintly, Yi Lun turned his head subconsciously, and a bright red figure leaped into his eyes lightly...