The moonlight flows, and the grass branches ripple.

As the net tightened in all directions, the circle that had been fighting all day gradually narrowed, and most of the remaining 20,000 people were trapped in the net, except for the more than 1,000 people who fled to the south.

The killing sound is getting quieter, and no matter how tragic and heroic the show is, it will eventually come to an end. And in the outermost part of this circle, in a tent between a pile of wheat waves, a beautiful scene is being opened

Fuyao bit his lip and grabbed the placket of his shirt and said, "You go out first, I can do it myself." ”

Song Yi shook his head unwillingly and said, "No, after all, she has become my woman, how can you rest assured?" ”

"But I'm shy!" Fuyao bit his lip, and his face instantly climbed into a rouge-like flush.

Song Yi walked over, held her hand in his hand, then slowly removed it from her placket, and then said to her, "Don't be afraid, I'm just helping you with medicine, and I won't really touch your body." ”

Fuyao's body trembled violently, but he lowered his head deeply, not daring to look at Song Yi's serious eyes.

And Song Yi finally pulled out his hand, moved down to her slender waist, found the knot where the girl was tied, and slowly untied the strip of cloth around her waist.

As the shirt around his waist suddenly loosened, Fuyao suddenly trembled and let out a sigh.

Song Yi asked worriedly, "Is the wound painful?" ”

Fuyao blushed and shook his head

With the squirming movement, his clothes fell to the ground, Fuyao finally couldn't help the shame of the dry man, held Song Yi's palm, raised his red face and begged for mercy as if looking at Song Yi.

"And you come by yourself?" Song Yi asked.

Fuyao thought about it, and finally felt that it would be good to relieve some of her shame, so she nodded and untied her clothes by herself

As the clothes moved, a piece of white and dazzling skin was revealed, with the youthful and pure luster of a girl, which made Song Yi tempted.

Finally, as far as the eye could see, only the moon-white belly of the girl was covered by shame, and she trembled all over, standing there helpless.

Under the snow-white shoulders, the girl's slightly bulging breasts were exposed, and the belly was propped up in a wonderful arc.

However, Song Yi looked away with pity

On the white skin, some clear scars appeared dazzlingly, especially on the snow-white arm that was exposed, and several long-term scars made Song Yi feel distressed.

It was the first time he had seen so many parts of Fuyao's body, and it was the first time he felt so distressed for her. He put his arm around her shoulders, which made Fuyao tremble slightly.

Then, under Song Yi's slight force, she turned around and exposed the girl's smooth and delicate back in front of him. And on the back muscles of the girl, who should be white and flawless, there is a wound at this moment!

Song Yi reached over and gently touched the edge of the wound, Fuyao trembled slightly, and let out a cry of pain that should not have been made in his mouth.

"Does it hurt?"

After Song Yi asked, he felt that he was so stupid, how could there be a wound that didn't hurt?

However, Fuyao really replied, "It doesn't hurt"

"Silly girl, how can there be a wound that doesn't hurt!" Song Yi said pityingly, and then took the white cloth prepared in advance and dipped some wine to wipe the dried blood around the wound.

Sizzle-

Fuyao's snow-white skin suddenly tensed, and a gasping sound came from her mouth, Song Yi sighed softly, "Bear with it, it's better to disinfect it with soju."

"Hmm" Fuyao bit his lip and gave a soft response from his nose, as if he could drip blood from his face.

Song Yi gently wiped the area around the wound for Fuyao, and then sprinkled some gold sore medicine on her wound.

But soon, Song Yi was faced with a problem, he wanted to wrap this wound for her to prevent the gold sore medicine from falling off due to exercise, but his hand needed to go under her belly wipe to do so.

Fuyao noticed Song Yi's hesitation, and instantly understood what he was going to do, and immediately said in a shy voice, "I can tie it myself, you give me the strip of cloth."

Song Yi hesitated for a moment, pressed the center of the strip of cloth, and handed the two ends of the strip to Fuyao.

Fuyao took both ends and penetrated under the belly, and in this brief moment, Song Yi caught the edge of the slightly lifted belly wiping with two white arcs looming on the edge, the seductive arc, which made people have the urge to glance at it and want to see the whole picture!

But Fuyao's movements were fast, and Song Yi was slightly regretful that he only saw that short ray of scenery.

As Fuyao's action ended, she was about to pick up her clothes and put them on, but her whole person was hugged in Song Yi's arms.

Fang's heart trembled, and she let out a sigh from her, and she struggled slightly, but was imprisoned by Song Yi's palm that wrapped around her lower abdomen.

"Let go of me, I'll get dressed first," Fu Yao muttered, his body was slightly hot, and a strange but similar feeling permeated his body.

"Just hold me like this for a while, and get me closer to your scars." Song Yi said in her ear, gently following her delicate skin, touching her scars, trying to heal those dazzling wounds

Fuyao's heart softened, and a sour and sweet taste spread in his chest, and he suddenly lost the power to refuse. And this posture is really a gentle embrace that no woman can resist!

At this moment, even though there were all kinds of grievances in my heart, it was all turned into a moment of tenderness!

In the moonlit night, Song Yi no longer had to think about the changes in the battle situation, and while more than three hundred people were guarding this side, the shrunken battle circle in the distance suddenly expanded.

With the death and injury of most of the Liangshan bandits, a small number of people began to break through in all directions while the wind and snow wolves rode around and harvested the lives of this group of villains in an orderly manner

In a tent three feet away from the Fuyao camp, there was another beautiful girl looking at the sky outside with a narrow square opening, a little distracted!

After experiencing bloody scenes, Zhao Jingxue suddenly became extraordinarily calm. At the beginning of leaving the battle circle, Song Yi thought that she was injured, but after the final examination, she was relieved to find that the blood was not on her body!

And reprimanding something, Song Yi saw that Zhao Jingxue looked like she was in a state of despair, thinking that she was frightened, and she couldn't bear to scold after all. So she was given time to rest alone.

However, after experiencing the most thrilling fright in this life, Zhao Jingxue's mind suddenly remembered the lingering sea of fire and the woman in white clothes like a fairy

The woman's tears, the sad color of her father when she was young, repeatedly remembered in her mind, and gradually turned into pictures that seemed to be real.

She suddenly became very sad, because she always subconsciously touched the corners of her eyes and face, and always felt that there would be a trace of a warm teardrop that could not be wiped away.

Could that woman be the queen mother?

Zhao Jingxue thought stupidly, and suddenly thought of the days when she was a child with the Seventh Prince.

It seems that since she was sensible, she began to play around in the courtyard of the Seven Princes. And the palace is so big, she often doesn't know where she lives because she gets lost?

What frightened her even more was that there were many faces and people in the palace, but among the people she knew, in addition to her father and Qin Fang's brother, there was only Concubine Zhen

Of course, the scene at the age of seven made her understand that she was born a child who was different from others, and it was then that she suddenly discovered that she was born with one less mother!

That year, she met Brother Zhao Ze, who rarely met in the courtyard of Brother Qinfang, and during those three days of getting along, she saw Si Swenwen's Brother Qinfang unable to raise his head and speak in front of Zhao Ze, and was always instructed by Zhao Ze to do various things, but in the end, he was pushed to the ground and kicked by Zhao Ze!

At that time, although she was still young, she knew how to distinguish between good and evil, likes and hates, so she went up to theorize, but was slapped by Zhao Ze, and when she scuffled with Zhao Ze and finally alarmed the eunuchs and palace maids, a woman finally came.

That woman was extremely ugly in Zhao Jingxue's impression at the time, but now that she thinks about it, it was a very beautiful woman!

It was the woman who suddenly appeared, seeing her pitifully holding Zhao Ze into her arms and asking and spoiling in every possible way, she was left out in the corner in despair and suddenly realized that she was missing a mother who held her love like this!

Although after that, she went to her father to complain, and the woman was taught a lesson by his father, but at that time she became a cold stranger with everyone except the Seventh Prince.

And the doubt about her mother hidden in the bottom of her heart, she once asked her father, but her father did not answer her that time, but left her strangely, and did not come to see her for half a month.

Thinking of those past events, and remembering that she would never see her father and brother again, Zhao Jingxue couldn't help but burst into tears, she could only hug her shoulders and sobbed slightly.

And in the midst of the sobbing, the lingering nightmare dream finally became extremely real, and through the tears, her mind finally trembled suddenly, and she saw clearly that between the tears dropped by the woman in the white shirt, the face of a baby was reflected

"Ahh!!h

Suddenly, a blurry picture turned into a transparent memory, and Zhao Jingxue finally understood that the fire gave birth to her, and the woman in the fire was her mother.

As she cried out in silence, the image in her mind vanished, turning into a sea-hot sea of fire that swallowed up a qiē

In the midst of the stormy seas on the other side, a ship was being tossed up and down in the face of lightning and thunder on the sea, and a thin figure was as pale as snow in the cabin.

He forgot his fears, forgot the shores he should go, and at this moment, he kept chanting and praying, for the dead and for the living.

With the treacherous waves, he and the ship were pushed to an uncivilized island nation.