Zuo Nian'er was startled by the words of distress and endearment, and then looked at him carefully, and saw that he casually took out some medicine bottles from the side, and used a clean handkerchief to clean her wounds.

His movements were gentle and careful, and from time to time he would ask her: "Does it hurt?"

Zuo Nian'er blushed with embarrassment and turned her head unnaturally and ignored him.

In this way, Zuo Nian'er stayed in the handsome camp. At night, the man left his bed to him and made a bunk on the floor next to the table. Although the two did not speak, the ambiguous atmosphere between them became more intense.

During the night, Zuo Nian'er had been speculating on the man's identity. According to his age, there was no way he could be Na Xin, but his appearance matched Na Xin's, especially the golden eye.

Thinking of this, she straightened up slightly. Now because of her injuries, she was completely untied, which meant that she could attack him while he was sleeping, but Zuo Nian'er didn't want to do that, and the man could really rest assured.

I don't know if he was too careless or too confident to put a dangerous person like her in his tent.

Zuo Nian'er looked at the man's profile through the candlelight. It had to be said that his face was extremely attractive. Even though only half of his face was exposed, Zuo Nian'er could guess that he was an extraordinary and handsome man. He was completely

You can compete with your father... wait... your father?

Zuo Nian'er suddenly remembered a person, the child she met when she was ten years old - Liyou!

With a thought in her mind, Zuo Nian'er quietly got up and tiptoed to his side, taking a closer look at that face. However, her memory from more than ten years ago was too blurry. She had completely forgotten Feng Liyou's appearance, and maybe there was another one.

way!

Zuo Nian'er looked at that half of the iron face. If it was really Liyou, then the color of the other eye would be...

Her hand had already been stretched out, and as soon as her fingertips touched the iron surface, her whole body was rolled and fell to one side. When she came back to her senses, the man had already suppressed her tightly, making her look like a man on top and a woman on the bottom, which was extremely ambiguous.

In this posture, the man's legs were between Zuo Nian'er's legs, and the big palms firmly pressed her slender wrists, while the golden eyes looked coldly at the woman beneath him.

"You..." Before the man could say anything, Zuo Nian'er shouted in a low voice: "Liyou!"

The man was stunned for a moment, narrowed his eyes and carefully looked at her bewildered face. After a long time, the corners of his beautiful lips slightly raised, and he smiled and said: "You finally remembered!"

Sure enough, it was him! For some reason, Zuo Nian'er felt a sense of joy in her heart. Although he was now the leader of the rebels, he still had a very close identity to Zuo Nian'er.

He is Liyou, the little Liyou who once held her hand and ran all over the mountains, the Liyou who once nestled in her arms and listened to her stories quietly!

"Let me go!"

Zuo Nian'er struggled. After knowing this identity, her alienated awe disappeared. She cursed: "You brat, how dare you tease me like this!"

Feng Liyou smiled and let her go. Zuo Nian'er covered the injury on his shoulder and looked at him angrily: "How did you become the leader of the rebels?"

Feng Liyou didn't answer and asked instead: "Then how did you become the princess of Zhenguo? How did you become a general?!"

"I……"

The two of them were speechless. Yes, when they first met, no one thought that one day they would see each other across the smoke. They fought silently with each other for several years, cursed and hated each other in the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Chapter completed!