Young Master, my wife brought the memories of her past life and was reborn to save the house.

"Hurry and protect His Highness King Jin."

The eagle came to King Jin at the speed of thunder.

The sharp claws, as sharp as knives, cut through King Jin's robe, leaving a bloody wound at the tear.

Prince Jin frowned and looked back at the scars on his shoulders and arms, feeling angry in his heart.

The eagle flew from behind him again.

King Jin turned around and raised his left hand to catch the eagle. Unexpectedly, the entire back of his hand was scratched by the eagle, causing a big crack at the tiger's mouth.

He bared his teeth in pain, finally underestimating the eagle raised by the Xie family.

Its claws are no less than a blade. When it hurts someone, it can dig out the heart and lungs. It is a very good fighting weapon.

He had only heard about the Black Hawk's record before, but had never seen the Black Hawk's strength with his own eyes.

Saw it today.

Xie Jiajun's eagle is very brave and fierce. If he can get such a good thing...

At this time, the whistle sounded, the eagle flew away, and thousands of black eagles formed a neat formation and flew high into the sky.

Prince Jin kept staring at the eagles, watching them leave in a well-trained manner, his eyes darkened.

What a fun thing.

"Creak!" With a sound, the gate of Jinzhou City slowly opened.

King Jin came to his senses and lowered his head to look in the direction of the city gate.

I saw a group of people riding horses rushing out from the gate of Jinzhou City.

The person at the front on horseback was a woman wearing a light cyan dress, and behind her was a group of monk soldiers from Kufo Temple. These people, wearing monk robes and Buddhist beads, were galloping on horseback. .

One of the monk soldiers quickly passed the woman, but after a while, he slowed down and rode side by side with the woman. In a blink of an eye, he came to the team of men and horses sent by the imperial court.

Prince Jin paused, his eyes as hot as fire, staring at the woman on horseback.

The woman, like the monk soldier, wore a face-covering scarf, but he could recognize the woman's brows and eyes turned to gray - this was his Princess Jin who had asked to leave the house and was unwilling to stay by his side, his Azhu. ah.

Ah Zhu!

"My lord, you are injured. Please bandage your wound first."

"Thank you, Young Master, for being a little willful and allowing the eagle to hurt you."

Several imperial doctors carried medicine boxes and walked to King Jin, complaining and condemning Xie Yujin.

Prince Jin sat absent-mindedly on the stone slab laid by his servants, staring intently at Gu Mingzhu who was standing close in front of him.

"耀耀."

Gu Mingzhu walked up to Shen Wan and hugged Shen Wan tightly. Shen Wan also stretched out her arms to hug Gu Mingzhu and called in a low voice: "Sister Gu, how are your parents?"

"Everything is fine." Gu Mingzhu gently stroked Shen Yuan's back with her palm: "I'm sorry for you, thank you for your hard work."

"I felt relieved when I saw you came out of the city to greet me safely." Shen Wan also patted Gu Mingzhu's back gently twice.

The two of them released their hands at the same time, and after looking at each other, Gu Mingzhu turned to look at her father, Gu Lanchen. The father and daughter were more silent than they could speak. There were endless words in each other's eyes, but they couldn't tell them in public.

When Gu Mingzhu looked away from Gu Lanchen, she faced King Jin sitting on the stone slab opposite.

He was surrounded by heavy soldiers and five imperial doctors were surrounding him, helping him deal with his scarred body. He felt so at ease.

The people in the city eagerly waited for the imperial court to send an imperial doctor to deal with the epidemic, but the King of Jin occupied materials and manpower alone. It seemed that he was not only a hypocrite who was good at hiding, but also a morally corrupt and crazy person.

Xie Yujin, Shen Wan, and Gu Lanchen all stared coldly in the direction of King Jin.

Not only did the King of Jin not feel ashamed for delaying his stay in Jinzhou, but he took all the credit for himself and said: "Look, I am right, right? When the people stop making trouble, the city gate will be opened, which will reduce the conflict between the government and the people." , this king can better arrange the affairs after entering the city and avoid some uncontrollable factors."

"I wonder who this lady is from Jinzhou City, who can actually lead the monk soldiers to open the city gate herself." King Jin asked, staring at Gu Mingzhu.

Gu Mingzhu said: "I have no right to open the city gate of Jinzhou, but the Master sent me to talk to the imperial doctors about the epidemic, because I was the first one to discover that the people were suffering from the epidemic."

"Oh, it turns out you discovered it." King Jin stared at Gu Mingzhu meaningfully.

Gu Mingzhu's eyes darkened and her brows furrowed. She didn't like Prince Jin looking at him like this.

A monk soldier walked up to King Jin, bowed and said: "The poor monk is called Tian Leng. He has met King Jin. The Master asked the young monk to take King Jin and everyone into the city. King Jin, please follow the poor monk."

King Jin's left eyebrow arch was slightly raised. The injuries on his body had been treated. He put on a crescent-colored ink bamboo pattern cloak and slowly stood up from the stone slab.

Gu Mingzhu's eyes glanced coldly at the bamboo-patterned cloak on King Jin's body.

It was a cloak she made for King Jin before she became pregnant. The left side of the cloak was covered with elegant ink bamboo, but the other side was empty without any patterns.

This is a cloak that has not yet been embroidered.

After she was confirmed to be pregnant by the imperial doctor, the King of Jin no longer allowed her to touch female celebrities.

She folded the cloak and put it in her suitcase. She wanted to embroider the ink bamboo and give it to him after the child was born.

Little did I know that everything was just a dream!

King Jin felt much better when he saw her staring at the cloak on his body.

He gently played with the cloak on his body, as if he was a treasure but couldn't put it down, and said: "Madam, you look at my king's cloak like this, but what do you think is wrong with it?"

Gu Mingzhu withdrew her cold gaze and did not want to talk to Prince Jin at all.

Shen Wan turned back and looked in the direction of King Jin.

Prince Jin didn't care what Gu Mingzhu's mood was now, and said to himself: "But it seems that only half of the cloak is embroidered with bamboo patterns, and the other half is nothing?"

His tone was no longer as relaxed as before. Instead, it was very heavy: "That's because this is the last cloak that my princess embroidered for me before she died. She didn't have time to finish the cloak for me. He was killed by an adulterer, leaving only a young son for me. By the way, my son is now well raised. His father named him the crown prince. I believe that if the princess knows anything about it, she will definitely be my king. Be happy."

Gu Lanchen's eyelids twitched a few times and he looked at King Jin gloomily.

King Jin knew how to poke a knife into people's hearts.

But for a person who is desperate, no matter how sharp the knife is, it will be in vain.

Gu Mingzhu looked back at him and said to King Jin: "Prince Jin, everyone in the city knows that you love Princess Chongjin, but do you know that if you say less and do more, you can save more lives?" You are an ordinary person who is suffering from an epidemic but cannot get any medicine to cure your illness. With the current situation in Jinzhou, few ordinary people still have the strength to praise you as a good husband who loves his wife as much as she lives."

You don’t have to act either.

Not disgusting.

After Gu Mingzhu finished speaking, she didn't even look at how ugly King Jin's face was. She turned around and walked to Shen Wan: "Wan Wan, there are too many sick people, the hospital is overcrowded, the doctors are too busy, there is a shortage of manpower, and We don’t even have any medicinal materials.”

"We have prepared some medicinal materials for emergency use first. Please tell me about the situation in Jinzhou first," Shen Wan said.

"Okay." Gu Mingzhu frowned, took Shen Wan's hand, and said, "Follow me to the Kufo Temple. There... it's also overcrowded."

The most important thing is...Master Jialuo of Kufo Temple is also sick.

In order to prevent his people from panicking, Jialuo concealed his illness. He did not dare to call the doctor or boil medicine in his Buddhist temple. He also had to go to the Buddhist temple every day to chant sutras and pray for the people of Jinzhou, struggling to hold on. !