Mu Bai was dragged into the ranks of war for no reason.

However, he originally planned to leave Jincheng.

Now, Chu Weiyun's appearance is just an excuse to leave.

The only thing that bothered me was that the woman kept pestering him and insisted on staying by her side.

After the army left for two days, he knew that Chu Qingge and Feng Liye were in front of the team, but he never had the chance to meet.

On the third day, the army left Xunyang City and walked into a forest.

This is the only way to go to Beilan Pass. Some roads are very rugged and narrow, and it is indeed not suitable for carriages to walk.

The team had only walked in the mountain stream for less than half an hour, and Chu Weiyun couldn't stand it anymore. She lay on the horse's back and vomited in a thunderous manner.

Zhang Yan immediately asked the team to stop and rest on the spot.

"I want to see Brother Ye." Chu Weiyun sat on the carpet laid for her by the guards, feeling weak all over.

"Tell Brother Ye, I... feel uncomfortable, I want to see him."

Zhang Yan was embarrassed, but seeing that the little prince was really uncomfortable, he had to rush to the front of the team himself.

Feng Liye was still on the horse's back, and it was Chu Qingge who rode the same horse with him.

After walking for two days, even Chu Qingge couldn't stand it. Now, he fell softly in Feng Liye's arms.

The team stopped, Feng Liye hugged her and jumped off the horse, and placed her on the grass.

"How?" Although his face was still cold for thousands of years, there was a hint of worry in his eyes.

"Is your chest still uncomfortable? Do you want me to rub it for you?"

"No..." Qingge almost kicked him away.

Although, I knew that people didn't mean this.

But, chest, rub?

Haven't you seen soldiers staring at them everywhere?

"Not...that's anything," she bit her lip. If the voice was not so hoarse, this was probably more convincing.

"Maybe it's just a little... tired."

Feng Liye knows more than anyone else what kind of person is a dead woman.

In order not to delay military operations, she has always endured it when she could.

If you really can't help it, you must be really uncomfortable.

"When you are rushing to go, you will sit directly on my lap." It is at least not that bumpy than sitting on the horse's back.

"I will protect you."

"No..." How could she be so weak?

But even the words of rejection are unsuccessful.

Who believes that she is not weak?

Han Shanggong's palm hurt her heart.

If you can lie down and heal your wounds quietly, you will always get better in a few days.

But in the past few days, I have been bumping. Not only has my body not healed, but my injuries have also worsened.

Just look at her face that is not as thin as his palm, you will know how much she has suffered in the past few days.

Feng Liye decided to let her sit on her lap later.

For the past few days, the army's speed has been very slow for the sake of the little prince who has not endured any hardships.

He held her in one hand and rode his horse in the other, eased.

Qingge wanted to say something, but saw Zhang Yan coming hurriedly.

She pulled Feng Liye's sleeve.

Feng Liye lowered his head and glanced at her pale fingers that were pulling her resting, and her heart couldn't help but move.

The dead woman... has been by his side these days because she is not in good health and is very docile.

Such days have also happened in the past.

But at this time, there are no longer calculations everywhere like that time.

Finally, I'm sincere.

The tip of my heart throbbed, and the heart felt like it was stabbed by a knife again.
Chapter completed!