Women's procrastination can't be said

With a heavy weight on the top of her head, Song Fangzhu tilted her head and saw Qin Qing withdrawing his hand from rubbing her head.He gently held her in his arms.

Qin Qing said: "Don't worry, everything will be handed over to him. Being able to become the crown prince shows that his strength is enough to shock everyone. Let's go outside for a walk, deal with the funeral of the martyr, and wait for Xiaoyan to wake up."

"Yeah." Song Fangzhu nodded, and the worry in his heart remained undiminished.The strong smell of blood in the general camp really makes people panic, but waiting now does not have any effect, and can only temporarily put down the worries about the two children.

After tidying up Song Jianzhu's clothes to ensure that no cold air could disturb her, Qin Qing helped Song Jianzhu out of the general camp.

Behind the two, Song Qingwu stood upright by the door holding his staff, staring at the backs of the two without blinking, and he didn't know how long he had been standing here.

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The two walked for a while, and saw a steady stream of carriages coming in from the south city gate. The corpses of all the barbarian soldiers were piled up on the carriages. Abuse beyond recognition.

Every face and every figure was very familiar, Song Fangzhu bit his lip, tears rolled in his eyes, and the whole face had lost all color.

Qin Qing also frowned slightly, and hugged Song Fangzhu tightly.

Four corpses were placed on a carriage, and the faces of the four remained, so it could be seen that the four were brothers.

Song Jianzhu bowed in that direction, expressing his respect to the four of them. When he stood up, tears had already rolled down his face.

What followed was a cart of blood and flesh. It could be vaguely seen that there were three people. Their bodies were all full of sharp arrows, and they were still holding sharp guns tightly, and the blades of the guns were inserted into their insteps.

The two Song soldiers pushing the cart had tragic expressions on their faces. After all, no one would look uncomfortable with this look.

It is completely possible to imagine the appearance of the three of them not hesitating to block arrows for their comrades-in-arms, and to make themselves a solid wall to protect the people behind them before they die.

Song Fangzhu waved his hand to signal them to stop.Going forward to pull out the long arrows stuck on their bodies one by one, Qin Qing stretched out his slender, white and clean hands to help when seeing her like this, the two of them didn't mind the blood on their hands.

There was a pile of arrows on the ground, Qin Qing lifted up his clothes, and carefully wiped Song Zongzhu's hands, the blood-stained red clothes became more and more gorgeous.

As if feeling inappropriate, Qin Qing frowned slightly, waved his hand, and several attendants fetched two white clothes for him, one for Song Jianzhu and one for himself.

This is the first time Qin Qing has changed from the high-profile red clothes, adding white clothes to his body, the peerless elegance is slightly reduced, but he feels a little more ecstasy.

The two bowed again to the carriage, without speaking the whole time.

The two Song soldiers pushing the carriage also saluted the carriage and Song Zhuangzhu very respectfully.

Song Fangzhu's eyes followed the carriage all the time, while Qin Qing stood in place, his eyes flicked to a random direction, and his pupils shrank.

Watching the carriage far away, Song Fangzhu only felt extremely sad in his heart, but his shoulders tightened, and Qin Qing forcibly turned a direction, turned and left.The direction the two turned away from was also a carriage approaching.

Qin Qing took her to the bedroom, Song Fangzhu lay on the bed in a daze, and Qin Qing carefully covered her with the quilt.

"Have a good rest, I'll go out to help." Qin Qing gently kissed Song Fangzhu's forehead, Song Fangzhu nodded, closed his eyes, Qin Qing checked her quilt again, made sure it was covered, and turned to go out.

Song Fangzhu closed his eyes, tears streaming down his face.

Qin Qing left the bedroom, returned to the place just now, and walked to a carriage.

Zhou Zhiyuan was lying on the carriage, his battle armor was covered with scars, the blood holes on his body were still bleeding, the wrinkles on his face made him look extremely old, his whole body was abnormally cold, lifeless, his usual sharp eyes no longer appeared, his eyelids were closed, And it will never be opened.

Qin Qing looked at him and sighed softly.Zhou Zhiyuan has been with Song Xunzhu for more than ten years. I don't know how much help and warmth he has given her. Song Xunzhu doesn't treat him like a normal subordinate, but truly treats him as a father.

Fortunately, he saw it earlier, if Song Jianzhu saw it, he didn't know how uncomfortable that silly woman would be. She is pregnant now, and it is the most dangerous time, so she can't be too emotional.

Zhou Zhiyuan's body was full of death, especially for others, and Qin Qing understood it after roughly detecting it with internal force.

Before Zhou Zhiyuan died, he forced the inner alchemy out of his dantian, even out of his body, and gave the inner alchemy to others.And the only two possibilities are Song Yuyan and Zhou Hege.

But Qin Qing guessed that Song Yuyan got the inner alchemy in all likelihood, because Zhou Hege hadn't shown up until now, most likely Song Yuyan sent out to rescue soldiers.

How difficult it is to cultivate the inner alchemy, even if a warrior dies, he is unwilling to let others take away his life's effort, they would rather the inner alchemy disappear with their own death.

But Zhou Zhiyuan obviously didn't hesitate at all, and his true righteousness was awe-inspiring.

Qin Qing bowed to him respectfully, and kept this gesture for a long time before getting up.

The corpses of the barbarian army were strewn all over the field, and the smell of blood was strong, but all the people who had been "driven away" by Song Yuyan came back. They searched for the remains of their relatives in the pile of corpses, and almost shed all the tears in their lives.

Looking at the densely packed corpses, Qin Qing felt that things were different.

Nine years ago, the ninth team had a total of 320 people, and now only Song Yuyan and Zhou Hege survived.

Qin Qing turned around, only to find that Song Fangzhu was standing with his mouth covered, his body trembling, his heart tightened, and he hurried over to hug her.

"Fool, it's windy outside, what are you doing out here?"

Song Fangzhu's face was full of tears, but his heart twitched with pain despite being warm: "You don't have to hide it from me, this matter... I will know sooner or later..."

"The child is still young..."

"It's okay..." Song Fangzhu rubbed his stomach, crying heavily.

Not long ago, Zhou Zhiyuan was still very happy, saying that she would definitely give birth to a baby with both civil and military skills, he would be the grandfather's martial arts teacher, and Qin Qing would be the father's clerical teacher.

She remembered that she was still not happy: "As a mother, I can also teach martial arts!"

It was rare for Qin Qing to reply at that time: "I can do it too."

It's just that these only exist in memories, the resolute captain, the person who gave her the warmth of a father.

When Qin Qing brought Song Xunzhu back to the room, his white clothes were already wet by Song Xunzhu's crying.He looked worriedly at Song Fangzhu's pale face, she was crying so pitifully, it almost melted his heart.

"Zhu'er, don't cry. It will hurt your body." Qin Qing wiped away her tears and hugged her on the bed.

Song Fangzhu broke free from his hand, lay on the bed, turned over, turned his back to him, choked up and said, "Leave me alone for a while. Don't worry, I know I'm still pregnant."

Qin Qing had no choice but to cover her with the quilt. After checking that there was no air leakage in the room, he quietly sat down by the stove, and looked at Song Jianzhu with extremely gentle eyes through the firelight.