Female student: I'm sorry, the prince is mine.

Nanshan was walking towards the garrison when he saw Zhao Fei running over: "Master... I forgive you, I am late."

Nanshan didn't take it seriously: "It doesn't matter, this village is quiet and peaceful, and there won't be any trouble."

"Sir, I'm afraid we won't be able to return to Sheng County tonight."

"Well, I'm about to go to the station. I wonder what the situation is like there?"

"It's going smoothly now, because the water was drained yesterday, and today the fields are sprinkled with insect-proof herbs."

"Can you tell me why the mountain collapsed?"

"I don't know. General Wang should have reported it to the prince." Zhao Fei was mainly helping the soldiers deal with matters in the paddy field today, but she didn't have time to study the cause of the collapse in detail.

"Yes." Nanshan looked at the dark blue sky. It was about to fall, and some of the brightest stars had already emerged from behind the clouds. It seemed that it would probably not rain again tomorrow.

General Wang knew that both of them were women, and Nanshan seemed to be the prince's sweetheart, so he pitched their tent to the west of the camp. It was not far from the prince's tent and not on the movement route of the soldiers, so it was quiet and quiet. hidden.

Although he knew that the prince was a gentleman, after all, there were only men here, so he personally arranged the Nanshan girl's tent there.

The prince is relieved, yet inconspicuous.

General Wang was very satisfied with his arrangement.

There is a faint medicinal fragrance in the air. The hot summer has passed and there have been floods. The insects in the fields have almost disappeared.

It was almost silent outside, except for the water vapor from the fields rising mixed with the fragrance of medicine. When the wind moved, the warm water vapor blew towards my face.

Nanshan and Zhao Fei walked to the station, and General Wang was waiting at the door: "Thank you, Master, for your help today." General Wang bowed, and several patrolling soldiers walked by.

"It should be." Nanshan returned the greeting.

Watching another soldier on patrol walking past, Nanshan was a little embarrassed. It was hard for a general galloping on the battlefield to be so thoughtful.

"Young master, please rest there today." General Wang pointed to the tent to the west.

"Thank you."

Nanshan and Zhao Fei entered the tent.

There was a simple bed and a small table in the tent. Although the ground was mud, it was clean and flat.

Zhao Fei put their luggage on the small table, poured a cup of hot water for Nanshan, and then went out to carry water to wash up.

Nanshan sat beside the small bed, flipping through the book given by the old man with a white beard. The page of the book said "Epidemic Book" and the lower left corner said "Rangoro".

Not even a serious name was left behind.

Zhao Fei brought some water for washing, and the two of them washed briefly before falling asleep.

Zhao Fei held the long sword in her arms, still full of vigilance, which gave Nanshan a sense of security.

Their tent was at the edge of the camp. There were some small torches lit in the camp for the soldiers on night watch. The thick curtain blocked all the light outside, and only the occasional "beep peel" sound was emitted when the firewood was burned by the flames. The sound of "peeling" and the footsteps of soldiers passing by on night watch.

Nanshan couldn’t sleep.

She was wearing Xuan Qingyi's reverse scales under her clothes, which were giving off a warm touch.

It's getting hotter and hotter, and it's actually a little hot now.

Nanshan sat up suddenly: "Zhao Fei, can you see your husband today?"

When Zhao Fei heard the movement in Nanshan, she had already stood up and put on her coat: "Going back to the young master, Mr. Wu didn't stay much in the fields today. When everyone finished work in the evening, he seemed to be alone with Mr. Wu Shen. Went to investigate behind the mountain."

Zhao Fei didn't know much about it. She was used to being in the military camp. She would do whatever her husband told her to do, and she would not spy on her husband's whereabouts privately.

Nanshan frowned, yes, there must be something weird about that mountain: "Okay, you rest here, I'll go take a look. You don't have to follow."

"Yes." Zhao Fei took the order, lifted the door curtain, looked around, and then made room for Nanshan to go out.

The station at night was not noisy. Even if it was temporary, it still showed the solemnity of being ready, as if if it rained at this time, well-trained soldiers would immediately come out to provide disaster relief.

Xuan Qingyi's tent was very small, and there were no soldiers on duty outside. The night wind was blowing, and the corner of the door curtain trembled slightly, revealing a gap. In this gap, the faint candlelight in the tent shone through.

He hasn't slept yet.

Two soldiers on patrol passed by, and Nanshan stepped into the shadows. When they were far away, he leaned against the tent and opened the door curtain.

"Who?" Before she could poke her head in, a sharp shout came from the tent, and a figure came to her in the blink of an eye.

"It's me." Nanshan turned around and the cat entered the tent, facing the dim light in the tent.

"Go and have a rest." Xuan Qing also touched Nanshan's head, trying to push her out.

His bony hands gently pushed her shoulders, but his eyes were unfocused.

"Wait, Xuan Qingyi." Nanshan turned around and came to his side. Before Xuan Qingyi could turn his eyes, Nanshan had already stretched out his finger and waved it in front of him.

wrong.

I grabbed his wrist and felt his pulse. His pulse was messy. In addition to the sleeping blood and Mountain God Seal, there was actually a small amount of spiritual power running around in his body: "What's wrong with your eyes?"

"It's okay." His thin lips pursed slightly, and the hand beside him clenched into a fist.

"No, there's something wrong with you." Nanshan pulled Xuan Qingyi back to the small bed and carefully diagnosed his pulse.

It's actually a poisonous insect.

After a while, Nanshan looked at Xuan Qingyi, whose eyes were distracted: "Then why are there Ao Yi's Gu insects in the mountain?"

Xuan Qing was also startled: "Probably because he wants a lot of money."

"He wants so much money... What's his plan?" Nanshan thought about what Ao Yi had been unable to get for many years, and she suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Xuan Qingyi, tell me where he went."

"northwest."

"Northwest..." Nanshan pondered, "Is there anyone in the northwest?"

He didn't seem to have told her about the court affairs, nor much information about Ao Yi, but she thought about it and realized that Ao Yi must have some agenda when he went to the northwest.

He had gone through several lives just to get her, but now he had no chance. Xuan Qing was also the South Vietnamese God of War and had great power. If he wanted to take her away from him, he would have to threaten his life.

Ao Yi's trip to the northwest will definitely not be that simple.

Xuan Qing also grabbed her hand: "The second son of the late Emperor is guarding the border in the northwest."

After a pause, he added: "The one who failed in the palace coup was demoted to the north, and the northwest is also under his jurisdiction."

"So Ao Yi may have colluded with this person here," Nanshan said, "You should inform your people in the northwest."

"Well, Wu Shen will do it." He knew that every time, Ao Yi would do anything. In Ao Yi's heart, there are no ordinary people. All he wants is Nanshan.

Xuan Qing's throat also rolled, as if there was a lump in his throat. In fact, sometimes he envied Ao Yi for being able to do just for one person without any scruples.

A ray of evening breeze passed through the door curtain and ruffled Nanshan's hair: "So you will definitely go to the northwest in the near future."

"Yes." Xuan Qing also lowered his head and said nothing, and responded in a deep voice.

"Then heal the eyes first." Nanshan raised his hand and touched his brow bone, "Do you believe me?"

"Yes." Xuan Qing also nodded, put her hand on his face, and rubbed it gently.

"Okay." Nanshan scratched her finger with her nail, waved her hand, and Xuan Qingyi made a small opening on her wrist. She pointed her finger at the small opening on her wrist and activated her spiritual power.

"No!"