Every world is crumbling [Quick Transmigration]

Naturally, the client didn't feel nothing at all, but at this moment, he couldn't think of anything else to do except stiffen his body.

Gently holding this strand of black hair, Mo Jiujun found the familiar fragrance of saponin root in such a close contact.

Not this taste.

The moment the thoughts came out of his head, he couldn't control it, Mo Jiujun lowered his eyes, and cast his eyes on the person in his arms, which always exudes a sweet fragrance that bewitches him.

The jade neck under the blue silk brocade robe is slender and fair, its color is like jade, like the neck of a swan, it is indescribably moving.

The coldness lingered in the nostrils. At this moment, Mo Jiujun, who was looking at the jade neck, suddenly felt a wordless thirst.

The urge to bite into it and suck it hard, to taste it.

Suppressing the sudden thirst in his throat, Mo Jiujun put down the strand of black hair in his palm, raised his slightly darker eyes, and at the same time put his gaze in front of him again, he once again wrapped his arms firmly in his arms with peace of mind. , continue on horseback.

After traveling for half a day, in the darkness at dusk, Mo Jiujun finally gave the order to camp and rest.

Leaping off the horse first, Mo Jiujun raised his hand to help him off the horse, but as soon as the opponent's hand was on his, he realized something was wrong.

This hand is very cold.

The reflexive Mo Jiujun took the man's hand in his palm, raised his eyes suddenly, and through the light of the bonfire rising not far away, he could clearly see the appearance of the man on the horse at the moment.

His face is extremely pale right now, his forehead is dripping with fine sweat stains, and his brows are slightly furrowed, indicating his uncomfortable situation, but even so, he has not said a word all this way .

Just when Mo Jiujun was about to speak, he suddenly felt that the hand in his palm was forcefully withdrawn by the master, and a cold voice came out from his lips.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness, I...you can just get off the horse yourself." After speaking, Chu Jingran got off the horse with almost completely numb legs, and rarely disregarded his appearance.

If it is said that the pain felt more like a needle prick just now on the horse's back, then the moment the foot touched the ground after dismounting, the original needle prick suddenly turned into a sharp pain.

Chu Jingran felt the scorching pain, and the moment it hit his mind along the base of his leg, a large piece of cold sweat dripped down his forehead.

Because of the awkward distance between the two of them on horseback, Chu Jingran didn't dare to move at all. He didn't even know how to ride a horse, so he felt the heat on his legs. In the end, I even felt that this leg was not my own. Obviously, it was caused by wrong posture.

Clenching his fingertips that were whitish, Chu Jingran bowed to the person, turned around with his back stiffened, and walked towards his tent in a slightly weird posture.

After entering the camp, Chu Jingran found that the hem of his clothes had been stained with oozing blood. Seeing the miserable condition of his aunt on his trousers, Chu Jingran called the soldiers and asked them to fetch warm water. The medicine was soaked in cotton cloth behind the screen, and tremblingly, he began to wash the blood stains on the wound.

In the camp, Mo Jiujun summoned his guards and learned that the man had poured warm water just now. Thinking of his previous bad riding and shooting and his obviously uncoordinated movements, he frowned and said, "On my horse's back Prepare a few more layers of cushions on both sides."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

After the guards left, Mo Jiujun took out the map, looked at the terrain around Shayu City alone, and thought about the war and countermeasures that might come soon.

His gaze was clearly looking at the map in front of him, but uncontrollably, the image of that man dismounting alone from his horse, with sweat stains on his forehead, enduring severe pain and stepping back to the camp came out uncontrollably in his mind.

In a burst of upset, Mo Jiujun suddenly closed the map in his hand, sat on the simple couch and said in a deep voice: "Come here!"

Immediately, personal guards entered, "Your Majesty, what is your order?"

Holding the wound medicine, after a few breaths of silence, Mo Jiujun handed it to the guard and said, "Give this medicine to the national teacher."

"Your subordinate obeys orders." The guard respectfully responded, reached out to take the porcelain bottle from the man's hand, and stepped back to leave.

However, just a second before the guards were about to leave the camp, Mo Jiujun suddenly spoke again.

"Wait a moment!"

The personal guard stopped for a second, and stood respectfully where he was, waiting for the next order.

After Mo Jiujun remained silent for a dozen breaths, he suddenly stepped forward and took back the porcelain bottle he had handed out just now.

"You go back first."

Although the guard was puzzled by Zhang Er's monk at the moment, he didn't dare to ask any more questions, and left the camp after answering.

Looking at the wound medicine in his hand, Mo Jiujun squeezed his fingertips together, and finally walked out of his tent with it, towards that person's tent.

The soldiers guarding the gate saw Mo Jiujun approaching, and were about to salute, but Mo Jiujun stopped his movement, "Is the national teacher in the tent?"

"My Majesty, the country