After only a few blows, her hands were a little tired and she was out of breath. If she stopped, it wouldn't be enough to compensate Bai Mingyu.

Shen Zhiyue put the stick on the ground and looked at the person behind her: "Yu Qing, come on, I won't stop until I tell you to stop."

She saw an empty chair on one side and sat on it to rest, regardless of whether it was occupied or not.

Yu Qing thought that he dared to bully the prince, so he moved his hands a little harder, once, twice.

Bian Xi could feel that she was not strong enough in striking, so she was probably not a skilled martial artist, but the fact that the attendants around her were twins of the personal guards around Nan Wang, showed that their relationship was unusual.

But there was no news in the whole capital that King Nan paid such great attention to any young master. Yu Qing's stick fell on him again, and he groaned, this was a fatal blow.

Bian Xi turned around, blocked it with his arm, and pushed away with all his strength: "I asked this young master to fight, and I didn't promise to let others do it."

The emperor stood, took the tea from Baoshun's hand and tasted it carefully, as if he didn't care. That's what he said before.

Shen Zhiyue shook her sore and swollen wrist. She didn't expect that this man was so mean and would actually ask her to hit him, so she wouldn't be polite.

When she was about to stand up, Bai Mengyu held her hand and told her not to continue.

Shen Zhiyue threw his hand away, no, this man beat him so hard, and after a few days of recovery, the wound was still so shocking, she didn't take care of it more, it was really an advantage to him.

She snatched the stick from Yu Qing's hand and hit him hard. Although she was not very strong, she could endure the beating from dawn to dusk.

As night fell, she followed Bai Mengyu back to the tent, and he applied medicine to her swollen wrist.

The medicine was a bit irritating, and she couldn't help but twitch in pain. Bai Mingyu forcibly held her hand down to prevent her from moving.

Now that she knows it hurts, wasn't she brave just now? She was still too squeamish.

When Yu Cong came in with tea and opened the curtain, she saw Bian Xi, shirtless and applying medicine diagonally opposite, and she felt a little proud.

"Yu Cong, open the curtain."

Yu Cong glanced at the prince, and was he sure he wanted to open the curtain? If the prince did something to the young lady, he would be able to see everything.

Bai Mengyu wanted to see what she wanted to do, so he winked at Yu Cong, who immediately opened the curtain.

Shen Zhiyue waved at him with her good hand, with a smile on her lips, somewhat provocatively.

She said: "As long as I see that he is worse than me, I won't feel any pain, even if I take medicine."

Bai Mengyu followed her line of sight and saw her expression turning very ugly as she looked at the shirtless General Bian.

Yu Cong noticed that the prince's expression was not good, so he followed their gaze and saw General Bian pulling down the curtain.

He also hurriedly pulled down the curtain and slowly backed away, hoping that the prince would pretend that this never happened.

"Yu Cong, bring a basin of warm water up and wash your eyes."

Shen Zhiyue saw his expression and almost guessed it. She said calmly: "You need eye drops to wash your eyes, ordinary warm water will not do."

Bai Mengyu put down her hand, held her chin and approached step by step: "After seeing this king, do you still want to see other men?"

"I didn't look at his figure. I was trying to ignore him."

"Then tell me, what did you see?" Bai Mengyu's eyes were full of provocation.

Shen Zhiyue was a little angry. Didn't tell her that she didn't read it. She understood that the prince wanted to coax him.

"His figure is not even one ten thousandth of that of a man. I look at yours every day and there is nothing wrong with him."

Her good hand reached towards his waist somewhat restlessly.

Bai Mengyu grabbed her restless hand and clasped his fingers with hers: "I am very happy with what Yue'er did today."

Shen Zhiyue discovered another secret of his: "You also like the drama of strong women and weak men, and you like others to protect you."

Yu Cong stared at the top of the tent. Now he really thought that he was blind, so he couldn't see anything. By the way, do you still need the eyewash water?

The next second he became very serious: "But you don't have to stand up for me."

The beating he received was just a matter of weighing the pros and cons. He did not want the morale of the army to be unstable. He would get it back after returning to Beijing.

Shen Zhiyue held his hand instead: "But I can't see you feeling wronged. You are a majestic prince, and you are so cowardly. If I go out in the future, it will make people laugh to death."

"With me here, no one dares to laugh at you."

"Yu Cong, please go out. I want to do something embarrassing with your prince. It's not appropriate to watch."

When Shen Zhiyue saw him out of the corner of her eye, she was so annoyed that she couldn't help but send him away.

When Yu Cong heard the young lady's instructions, he didn't care whether the prince agreed or not. He wanted to leave here first. When he walked out of the tent, he felt that the air was fragrant.

Shen Zhiyue put her hands on his shoulders: "During this period, you knew where I was, but you didn't come to me. Is there nothing else you want to say to me besides this?"

Bai Mengyu held her waist with his hand: "What does Yue'er want to hear?"

Shen Zhiyue kissed his lips. She missed him so much.

He hugged her body and deepened the kiss. As the love deepened, the clothes on both of them gradually became messy.

Shen Zhiyue gasped and put her hand on his chest: "No, I have to teach you how to make potatoes from the army chef."

"Of course they will study it."

He lifted her body up and walked towards the bed.

She put her hand against him: "Bai Mengyu, my hand is still injured."

Bai Mengyu pressed her injured hand on her head and controlled the situation with one hand...

The aroma of the food came from the tent. As the night got darker, everyone began to gather around to eat.

The emperor really couldn't stand the food in the army and had no appetite, so he sat on a chair and read the military book.

Bian Xi was beaten today and was in a particularly bad mood, and he didn't want to eat much.

He arched his injured body, opened the curtain, and looked at Bai Mengyu's tent. One day, he would let King Nan kneel at his feet.

At night, the soldiers returned to their tents to rest, leaving only part of the vigil. When Bai Mengyu heard movement outside the window, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the sleeping man in his arms, his eyes filled with warmth.

He gently took his hand out from under her neck, put on his clothes and walked out: "How's it going?"

"Go back to the prince and find General Bian's body, but it is not in King Kun's camp, but in the place where the emperor camped before."

"Did you bring the body?"

"Bring it back, Your Majesty, will you hand it over directly to the Emperor?"

Seeing that the lights in the emperor's tent were still on and he was not sleeping, Bai Mengyu went to the tent and said, "Your Majesty, my men have found the body of General Bian."

"Bring it up quickly."

People outside heard this and quickly carried the body in. By this time, the body was already showing signs of decomposition.

The emperor smelled the smell and couldn't help but cover his nose. Bai Mengyu lifted up the white cloth and performed the autopsy himself.

"General Bian was stabbed twice in the chest. The first one missed the target and was not fatal. The second one a few days later killed him with one blow."

But in the past few days, Bian Xi had been with them, so it was really difficult to find out the origin of the second knife.
Chapter completed!