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

Bianjing Tianbo Mansion

When Jiao Zan and Meng Liang just returned to Beijing, it was like the old lady reporting the strange events of Tianmen Formation.After the old lady learned about it, she sent Yang Paifeng to find the only person who could confront Ren Daoan and also Ren Daoan's apprentice-Cheng Gang.When Yang Yanzhao's son Yang Zongbao learned that the Song family was in trouble, he hurried back to help his family.

A few days later, Yang Paifeng brought news that only Mu Kezhai's Jianglongmu could break through the Tianmen formation.Yang Zongbao tried his best to recommend himself to get Jianglongmu.All of the Yang family opposed it.In desperation, Yang Zongbao had no choice but to use the last trick-run away from home.Oh, no, it's to kill first and then play--go secretly without telling the family.

"Zongbao is more sensible than we imagined." In front of the frowning family, Yang Liulang said softly, holding Princess Cheshire's hand, "Children will always have their own choices when they grow up. Protect him for the rest of his life. Just let him do what he should do."

Lord Cheshire looked worried, as mothers always want their children to be safe.

"A newborn calf is not afraid of tigers!" Madam She exclaimed, "That's right, Liu Lang. According to Jiao Zan and Meng Liang, the person who saved you was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl."

"That's right, Taijun. They claim to be from the south of the Yangtze River. I also wonder how the two young women came near the border. But judging by their attire and behavior, they are indeed Han people. Besides, their eyes are clear and honest, not like treacherous men. An evil person doesn't look like a spies from the Liao Kingdom either. Thinking about it, there shouldn't be a big problem."

"Taijun knows. Liulang, I have always been at ease."

Lord Cheshire's eyes were red with anxiety, and he called: "Taijun."

Madam She sighed, and said to Lord Cheshire: "Zong Bao should also accept some tests."

Mother is worried, how can she be at ease as a grandma.Naturally, Madam She loved Yang Zongbao very much: "Paifeng, you, Fifth Sister-in-Law and Jin'e hurry up to follow Zongbao to Mukezhai and get back the dragon tree."

"Yes, my lord."

"Yes, my lord."

"Yes, my lord."

It is summer at this time, green mountains and clear waters are everywhere, surrounded by green shade, lush and green.Yang Zongbao was walking on the road leading a white horse, and he was asking about how to get to Mu Kezhai.

Walking among the mountains, rivers, waters and fields, listening to the sound of the wind blowing, listening to the sound of birds singing, listening to the sound of gurgling water, it is also free and comfortable.It's just that Yang Zongbao has no intention of appreciating these things.He was thinking about how to get the Dragon Wood in the fastest and simplest way; would his mother be angry because of his behavior of leaving without telling; would the Taijun be worried; would the aunts be worried... the answer is yes Will do.

The mother will be angry, and maybe she will have heart palpitations; the Taijun and the aunts will definitely be worried.However, he is a descendant of the Yang family and must shoulder the burden on him.

Yang Zongbao shook his head and sighed: Let's find the way to Mu Kezhai first.

"White silk gauze, blue silk hair, your eyebrows are also picturesque. In a trance, I have nothing to say when I look at each other, and my heart is numb. Qianguyue, Fu Shaohua, that moment is a moment. Passing away, turning around, tears flow like rain. "

Just when he was depressed, a leisurely singing sound came from the front with the wind.

"Hold the pipa, play the sound, but the world is far away. Looking back in the sky, there is a flourishing and prosperous world, like epiphyllum. Red cinnabar, Zhuo Fenghua, alluring beauty, singing reeds. When the peach blossoms are gone, turn around and make lonely noises."

Ethereal, light and melodious.

"Night, just before dawn, is empty and dull, and the mountains and rivers are long scrolls, but they are also yellowed and weathered by history. You, the concern of my life, are hoarse, turning into yellow sand all over the sky."

Soothe the depression in his heart.

The voice is too ethereal, and it is almost impossible to hear what is being sung, and it seems to be a love song.

"Painting, painting for you and some cinnabar for you. Under the Three Lives Stone, I have no complaints, struggling in life and death. Reading, the truth and falsehood of the oath, collapse. It is so close to the end of the world, there is nothing to say when looking at each other. The vicissitudes of time, the mountains and rivers are like picturesque."

"...The vicissitudes of time, the mountains and rivers are picturesque..." Such a beautiful scenery, even ordinary people can sing songs.Enduring the surging of blood in her heart, she must finish singing this song.Otherwise, as a person with obsessive-compulsive disorder, she would definitely sing it again after vomiting blood.

Obsessive-compulsive disorder is really nothing!

As a result, Wen Qing, who desperately completed the task, spat out a mouthful of blood after the song ended.

She was wearing a pink dress, and her black silk made her palm-sized oval face paler.The whole person is very pitiful and weak.Like the residual lotus in the summer rain, it is euphemistic and moving, absolutely beautiful.

Your sister is so touching!This is what Wen Qing hates the most.She obviously has the heart of a royal sister, but God gave her a loli face (in fact, she didn't grow up).As soon as she got sick, she immediately turned into a little white flower, and her voice became ethereal, making her want to ride the wind and leave.You are his grandma, do you still dare to bully my sister a little more.

Wen Qing took out a handkerchief from his cuff, and wiped his mouth insultingly.After gargling, wipe your mouth and throw it away.In the end, he half-lyed on the grass next to the path and held his chest, taking in less air and exhaling more, his eyes squinted, and he was about to faint.The black silk-like hair on the left side is drawn to the side of the face, covering the general left face, complementing the creamy and snowy skin, making the person look extremely delicate.

"Girl, are you okay?"

A hand passed over her shoulder, pulling her up.Wen Qing looked back reflexively, and it turned out to be a very good-looking man.Under a pair of sword-shaped eyebrows are star-studded black pupils.With sword eyebrows and star eyes, and a face like a crown of jade, probably no one is more suitable than him.I'm afraid Song Yu and Pan An are nothing more than that.Light blue shirt, white collar, and white pattern embroidered on the cuffs, very delicate.He was upright, and through Xinghe's shining eyes, it could be seen that this person had a clear mind.

gentleman.

These four characters appeared in Wen Qing's eyes.but.He looks a little familiar.

"girl?"

"I'm fine...ahem..." Oops, the hole was punctured after blowing up the balloon.

Yang Zongbao patted her on the back to help her feel better.

Even though there was a handsome man by his side, Wen Qing still coughed for a long time before stopping, the posture almost coughed out his lungs.

"Medicine." Wen Qing squeezed out a voice from between her teeth, this time she felt extremely uncomfortable.His chest was blocked and he couldn't breathe, and there was blood rushing back and forth in his throat.

Yang Zongbao searched around her and asked, "Where is the medicine?"

"Chest."

Yang Zongbao hesitated for a second or two, then turned to look at Wen Qing's painful face, and said, "Girl, I've offended you."

He slightly opened the skirt of his clothes, turned his head away, and found the medicine bottle after groping with his well-defined hands.Open the bottle cap, pour out a pill and stuff it into Wen Qing's mouth.

"Girl, drink some water." She leaned against his chest.

Yang Zongbao opened the water bag and put it to Wen Qing's mouth: "Drink."

"Thank you sir."

Wen Qing was breathless due to chest tightness, and it was extremely difficult to drink water and swallow.

She couldn't move on the surface, but her mind was very active.Cursing secretly: Ren Daoan, you are ruthless!When the old lady gets the Jianglong wood, the old lady will take the old lady's sister to stab your "Tianmen Formation" into a "Ground Window Formation".You wait for the old lady, and the old lady will do what she says.Oops... our heart... hurts again.

Yang Zongbao felt worried when he saw the girl in front of her face getting worse and worse.He was born with a warm heart and was taught by Yang Jiachun. With his kind nature, he couldn't rest assured that he would leave a seriously ill girl in the wilderness.

"I think the girl seems to be sick, why did she come to the outskirts of the mountains alone." He paused and said, "If you can trust me, let me take her home."

Wen Qing smiled weakly, "Young master, what did you say? For me, the young master has already saved my life, so how can I not trust the young master. It just seems that the young master has something important to do, and you have helped me a lot. How dare you take the trouble to send me back."

Yang Zongbao caught her swiftly, and sighed, "Let me take you back. Where is your home?"

Wen Qing smiled awkwardly: "In Mu Kezhai."

"Mukezhai?"

"Any questions?"

"Coincidentally, I'm going to Mu Kezhai too."

Wen Qing said: "It really is the best of both worlds."

Yang Zongbao smiled: "Is the girl better?"

Wen Qing said: "It's much better."

Yang Zongbao said: "Then let's set off earlier."

As soon as the words fell, Wen Qing felt his feet lighten, and at another glance, he was already sitting on the horseback.Another glance at the warm and hot chest behind her, her face flushed slightly.

"If the footsteps are too fast, speak up if you feel uncomfortable."

"Hmm." Her voice was as soft as a moan.

"By the way, I don't know your name yet."

"Smell clear."

"Is it the text of the article, the clear water?"

"I heard the sound."

"That's it, I'm Yang Zongbao."

After finishing speaking, Yang Zongbao grabbed the reins and shouted in a concentrated voice, "Drive."

The vigorous white horse rushed forward, and the horse's hooves kicked up dust on the ground, which was lingering in the wind and returned to the ground.