Who took away my wealth

Song Qinian's pale and stubborn face overlapped with the slightly green and childish face back then. Gu Yu seemed to have gone back to the time when he met him. Although the young man at that time was treated in such an insulting manner, his eyes were full of humiliation. His eyes are still clear and persistent, with an energy that won't bend no matter how hard he breaks.

Gu Yu was stunned for two seconds.

Until Song Qinian's big palm held his chin.

The voice deepened:

"But, Your Highness, I really hurt...am I going to die?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? This is not a vital part of yours. Why die? Go back...just go back and bandage it..."

Although Gu Yu said this, his voice was trembling unconsciously.

The place where the arrow hit was not a vital part, but there was still a lot of blood. Gu Yu wanted to hold the wound, but because the head of the arrow was stuck in the flesh, he couldn't find a place to start, so he could only wrap his hands around it. At the wound, he saw sticky blood dripping on his palm, and a bright plum blossom blossomed.

If the bleeding continues like this, there is no guarantee that he will die.

"I, I, I will take you back...go back..."

When Gu Yu spoke, he was obviously crying. He stretched out his hand through Song Qinian's arm, trying to lift him up, but Song Qinian was tall and tall, a head taller than him, and the flesh on his body was relatively strong. It was so heavy that Gu Yu tried it twice, but almost crushed him down.

"Your Highness, you should go back first and come over to Ajia and the others. I can still hold on."

Song Qinian, who said this in his mouth, was as angry as a gossamer when he spoke. He was going to die. No one would leave such a seriously injured person here alone.

"I can do it. I'm a man and I have strength. I can carry you back. Just hold on..."

Tears were crawling on Gu Yu's face, and the tears were streaming down his face, which looked a little funny.

Song Qinian looked at it, and the corners of his mouth twitched in the dark. He couldn't bear to tease him anymore, so when he was helping him, he used a little strength on his own before the other party helped him up.

"Look, I helped you up. Let's walk around. It's okay. You're not far away."

Along the way, Gu Yudu was comforting Song Qinian. He was afraid that he would be like in the TV series, where he would accidentally pass by and not wake up.

At this time, he didn't think about the grievances he had with Song Qinian at all, because he didn't want Song Qinian to die from the bottom of his heart.

No matter how Song Qinian treated him before, he complained and resented him, but he still didn't want him to die.

Such vicious thoughts seemed to have never appeared in Gu Yu's head.

Besides, if I hadn't had to twist him and take him into the city this time, he wouldn't have been injured...

Gu Yu is full of guilt.

Carrying Song Qinian, a thin layer of sweat broke out on his body, gradually gathering into drops, sliding down to his chin, dripping, and disappearing into the soil.

Song Qinian noticed the blush on his face and couldn't bear it. Suddenly he felt that he had gone too far in deceiving him, so he spoke softly:

"Your Highness, I feel much better, you..."

"It's okay, I'll take you and I'll be there soon."

Song Qinian: "Your Highness is really worried about me, I'm very happy."

"Stop talking, talk less, and save some energy."

Song Qinian: "..."

Finally, Gu Yu found Ta Yun and saw that the horse was in trouble again:

"Can you go up now? I really can't get you up."

Song Qinian's lips were slightly pale due to blood loss. He nodded:

"Yes. But Your Highness, I have injured my shoulder and cannot ride the horse."

"I will come, I will, I can, you rely on me!"

That was what Song Qinian wanted him to say. He struggled to stabilize the raised corners of his mouth and responded weakly;

"That's hard work, Your Highness."

In the past, when riding horses, Song Qinian would be behind and Gu Yu would be in front. Song Qinian would hold Gu Yu in his arms and not give an inch.

Today, Song Qinian is also behind and Gu Yu is in front, but the reins have been transferred from the former to the latter's hands. Song Qinian has also changed from the posture of being imprisoned to the posture of leaning on Gu Yu's back.

She is weak and shy, like a little daughter-in-law.

He hugged Gu Yu's waist, exerting a weak force, resting his chin on the other person's shoulder, and rubbing it calmly.

At this time, a voice in my heart kept repeating:

My wife is so soft, my wife smells so good...

The more I think about it, the stronger this obsession becomes.

With the confusion in his mind at this moment, he ignored Song Qinian's subtle movement of rubbing his neck. He only felt that Song Qinian fell on his back, soft and without any strength, as if he was about to die.

He didn't dare to stop for a moment. This was probably the fastest he had ridden since he learned to ride a horse, and it was also the fastest his heart beat.

"Don't sleep, we'll be here soon."

I don't know if the wind was too loud, but Gu Yu didn't hear Song Qinian's answer. His heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously turned to look at him. His waist was slightly pulled, as if in response to Gu Yu's words.

Gu Yuyi's heart calmed down a little.

Tayun finally rushed into the military camp, and Gu Yu shouted as he ran:

"Old Wutou, come out quickly. Your young master is injured. Come and take a look!"

The ones who came out before Old Wutou were Agudamu and the others. They rushed out of the tent almost as soon as they heard Gu Yu's call.

They didn't care at all and took Song Qinian directly. They all carried him to the military doctor with anxious faces.

Gu Yu jumped off the horse, as helpless as a lost child. His legs began to weaken at this moment, and the beating of his heart could be heard next to his ears.

He subconsciously stepped forward, wanting to follow Song Qinian to see how he was doing. He glanced at his white clothes, which were stained with a large amount of blood.

Dazzling and glaring.

After bleeding so much, will he die?

Song Qinian, who usually talks so much, didn't even speak to him just now. Is he going to die?

The more he thought about it, the faster Gu Yu's heart beat.

At this moment, inside the military doctor's tent.

The chicken is flying and the dog is jumping.

"Quick, quick, quick, show the wound to the young master, Old Wu, hurry up!"

The military doctor stared at the wound, tore open his clothes, took a look, and said with disgust:

"Aga, can you please lower your voice? My ears are going to be deafened by you."

"I'm not in a hurry!"

"Why are you so anxious? The wound is not critical. Although the blood has flowed a little more, it has stopped now. The blows the young master received on the head before were much more serious than now. Why are you so anxious?"

Ajia: "Didn't I see that the young master is very weak? Look..."

When Ajia turned back to look at Song Qinian, he could still see the slightest hint of weakness. He had clearly looked as if he was about to die when he just took it from Gu Yu.