[Female general of the Yang family] Husband's rescue plan

Wen Qing didn't show up on the second day and the third day of the wedding invitation.Mu Tianwang announced to the public that the second lady was ill and the match was postponed.Please forgive me if I offend you.

This made Yang Zongbao have to think about it.Is she angry and doesn't want to see him.

There was no one in the huge arena except Mu Guiying.The people below were discussing one after another: Who would dare to go up if she is so good at kung fu.

If she's so fierce, she won't be able to get married.

Mu Guiying didn't care.She still stood leisurely on the stage, her eyes staring into the distance, not knowing what she was looking at.

It was almost evening, but Wen Qing still didn't show up.Yang Zongbao took another deep look at the seat where she was sitting before, and then left.

Mu Guiying watched Yang Zongbao come and leave with hope.If I was worried, I went to visit her in Mu Kezhai, what kind of skill is it to be sad here.

Not far from the arena, a man in brocade and white robes paid attention to everything that happened.He infused the image of Mu Guiying waiting on the stage into his mind.The gloomy look in his eyes made people feel terrified.

The streets and alleys of Mukezhai are bustling and bustling.The cries of hawkers everywhere can be heard endlessly.

Bustling with traffic.

Wen Qing walked aimlessly on the street alone.Take a look at the east and take a look at the west.Since she had that nightmare two nights ago, she has been in a trance, and an inexplicable panic filled her heart.Makes her restless.

She felt that she knew the man who was only vaguely visible in the dream.Maybe the relationship is good, otherwise she wouldn't have such a big reaction in the dream.

But who is it?When there is always a clue, white dots will appear in the mind, and the clues just dug out in the heart will be eaten away.

What the hell is wrong with her?

Wen Qing stared at her haggard face through the bronze mirror bought by the young girl.

Look left, look again.Well, his face is really yellow.

She raised her feet to leave, but suddenly saw a few figures in the mirror moving as she left.She stopped, and they also put down their steps, pretending to look at things.The eyes are indeed not looking here.

He is from Liao.

What are these bastards doing here?

Wen Qing carefully looked in the mirror again (don't ask me if the mirrors in that era could be so smooth), and kept their body shapes in mind.Said to the little girl: "The mirror is very nice, very delicate. I want it."

The little girl shyly took the silver and thanked her.

Wen Qing took the small mirror and left happily.She seems to like this mirror very much, and she always takes a look at her plain little face along the way.

When she passed an alley, she slipped in while the Liao people were not paying attention.

Seeing that they had lost their target, the Liao people hurried forward to look for it.However, there are so many things on the street, but there is no sign of Wenqing.

"Damn it." The Liao boy slammed the wall hard.

In this room, Yang Zongbao wandered blindly in the street after thinking about what he had seen and heard to no avail.The corner of her mouth smiled bitterly for a while, and smiled sweetly for a while.Can't tell whether he is happy or sad.He only took a few steps, and immediately found someone following him.He curled his mouth and walked forward.

He turned his head suddenly, and saw a white skirt flashing across the alley behind him.The yellow things refracted the brilliance and projected on the mottled wall opposite.

Yang Zongbao laughed lightly.He went around several streets to follow the people in the alley.He walked for a while, and he saw a slender figure leading the curtain in front of him.

He followed the man closely.

The man pulled the curtain away and walked quickly.

Yang Zongbao followed him unhurriedly.

They came to a wood.The ground is full of leaves.

Fifty meters away from them, Wen Qing hid in a tree and watched them drift away.

The deeper you go, the denser the trees.

When he reached the place with the most trees, the man suddenly started to run, and Yang Zongbao also ran to follow him.However, he was careless.Of course he accidentally stepped on a leaf, and a rope suddenly tightened his ankle.

Yang Zongbao was hung up.Immediately afterwards, a palm net appeared on the ground to wrap him up and hang it on the tree.

At this moment, a group of Liao soldiers ran out from the grass with bows and arrows.Headed by the three ministers in the Liao Palace.The person wearing the curtain took off the mask, and there was a thin man hiding under the mask.

Yang Zongbao said angrily, "Put me down."

Ma Tuwen pulled out the knife in his hand and smiled exaggeratedly.Laughing wretchedly, ugly, disgusting.

"Kill me."

A knife struck Yang Zongbao.Blood was about to splatter on the spot.

At this time, a long whip appeared and bounced the knife away.Wen Qing kicked the Liao man who drew the saber in the air, his eyes were piercing, and the cold light pierced his bones.She said: "The Liao thief, come to my Mu Ke village again and again to make troubles, could it be that I am a bully in Mu Ke village!"

Wen Qing gave up the whip, and drew out a soft silver sword as thin as a cicada's wing from his eyes.Dash at enemies, slit their throats or stab them in the stomach.

The plasma from the wound gushed out and scattered on the towering trees and withered leaves.

Yang Zongbao was a little shocked.It was the first time he had seen her so harsh and cruel.She slit the throats of those people without blinking or hesitation.

Ma Tuwen cursed and almost succeeded.It's her again: Mu Wenqing.

Mission first.Ma Tuwen took a knife and was about to chop off at Yang Zongbao.

Wen Qingzao was on guard, she touched her waist and threw a dart casually.The fishing net broke at the sound, and Yang Zongbao broke free from the shackles and joined the battle group.

While fighting, Ma Tuwen took out a small porcelain bottle and handed it to a soldier where Wen Qing and Yang Zongbao couldn't notice.

"Archer, get ready."

As soon as the words fell, a rain of arrows hit.

Yang Zongbao has no weapons.

Some images flash rapidly.

Wen Qing's heart suddenly contracted rapidly, with a familiar feeling of suffocation.

"Be careful." Wen Qing grabbed Yang Zongbao's hand to avoid it.She threw down the soft sword, picked up the whip and rolled up the dense rain of arrows and sent it back.During this period, she never let go of his hand.Unconsciously, their fingers intertwined.

Yang Zongbao dodged along with her pace.He stared at each pulse, from his own wrist to Wen Qing's wrist.He is looking between the two wrists.Yang Zongbao is dangerous, it doesn't matter anymore.At this moment, his deep eyes could only see her concern.

The leaves danced more and more violently.

There were many enemies, but no matter how skilled the two were, Wen Qing was still scratched by the arrow on the back of his hand.

Arrow rain, stop.

Wen Qing let go of Yang Zongbao's hand and went to fight.

Blood mist sprayed everywhere, and wailing filled the dense forest.

In the end, only Ma Tuwen escaped with a few fish that slipped through the net.

Yang Zongbao grabbed Wen Qing who was chasing him, "Don't chase after poor bandits."

Wen Qing gave up.

"Your hand is injured." On the delicate and boneless catkin, there were bloodstains, and Yang Zongbao's heart twitched when he saw it.He pulled up the hem of his clothes to bandage her.

Wen Qing took the first step to stop Yang Zongbao's movement.She covered the back of her hands with her sleeves, and said with a smile: "It's okay. No trouble."

Yang Zongbao stiffened for a moment, then put down his skirt.There is a bit of magnetism in the gentle voice: "Then you remember to go back and remember to apply the medicine."

Wen Qing smiled politely: "I'll go first."

"Wait." Yang Zongbao's left hand stopped her from moving forward, "I'll take you back."

"No need." She refused: "The Liao people are gone, they are safe. I can just go back by myself."

Wen Qing pushed away his blocking arm.Holding the bloody soft sword, he gradually drifted away from Yang Zongbao's sight.Yang Zongbao stopped for a long time before leaving the bloody place until her back was gone.

Throat astringent, slightly bitter.She didn't look back, no nostalgia.He thought that he was not the only one who gave affection between them. He thought that she liked him a lot.

Yang Zongbao is not sure whether Wen Qing still remembers her little brother who had a relationship with her when she was young.

No, now is not the time to think about your children's affair.Jianglongmu, he is bound to win.Father, mother, Taijun and all the aunts, soldiers guarding the frontier are waiting for him.He cannot ignore the big picture for his own sake.

Meet by chance, stranger in the rivers and lakes.

Hopefully, this won't be their future.

Wen Qing was in a hurry to leave for no other reason.Instead, she faintly felt that something was wrong.When the Liao people shot arrows just now, she saw the scene in her dream.

A young general, with thousands of arrows piercing his heart, blood flowing all over his shirt

She followed the Liao people back to see what kind of tricks they were playing.Meeting Yang Zongbao was unexpected for her.The miserable cries of that night seemed to still be echoing.Unexpectedly, she gave up on that group of Liao people and followed Yang Zongbao instead.

She also felt neurotic.Yang Zongbao is smart and strategic.

This move is superfluous.

Unexpectedly: Yang Zongbao was careless.He was caught.

At that time, Wen Qing was glad that she came.

Yang Zongbao is still fine.Nothing could be more comforting.

However, this also made Wen Qing suspicious: Could it be that the person in the dream is Yang Zongbao?

But who is the screaming woman?

"Pa—" Wen Qing slapped himself on the head hard.

It's just a dream and it's real.

Wen Qing sneered.There are too many things happening recently that she can't breathe, so she has time to think wildly.She smiled and shook her head, leaving the dream behind.

She rubbed the back of her itchy hands on her clothes, guessing the purpose of the Liao people as she walked.

Hands are so itchy.

...Forget it, go back and apply the medicine.

Liao Palace

Empress Dowager Xiao brought Ren Daoan to a room.

A man with disheveled hair knelt in front of a tombstone and wrote: Tomb of Princess Jinling of Liao Kingdom.

The man's eyes were calm and unwavering, but if one looked deeply, one would find that his eyes were bone-chillingly cold, exuding the light of a beast and the hatred and resentment buried at the lowest point.

Empress Dowager Xiao sighed and pointed at him, "He is the person you are looking for."

Ren Dao'an smiled, and he smiled very happily: "With him, the Tianmen Formation will not be afraid of anyone. What Jianglongmu, what Cheng Gang, they are just ants. Waiting for me to achieve great success, what will God do to me! God love me What! What can you do to me!"

In the resplendent palace, Ren Daoan's presumptuous, rampant, and ambitious laughter never dissipated for a long time.

His madness shocked Empress Dowager Xiao, and she felt a little remorse.Is it right or wrong for her to hire Ren Daoan?