Su Ling frowned and paused for a moment: "Okay, I can let you go, but I have to take you out of the city alone."
"No, princess."
Yu Shan spoke again: "Let you leave.
What if you hurt the princess again?"
"Do you think you can negotiate terms with me now?"
Su Ling said with a cruel look on her face: "She is in my hands and I don't mind exchanging one life for another.
After all, your princess is much more noble than me."
"The commander has captured these two men."
Two men were escorted from behind.
They were Su Ling's two junior brothers.
Yu Shan smiled proudly: "I have two hostages here, Commander.
If you continue to persist, don't blame me for being ruthless."
Su Ling didn't panic: "If you think my two junior brothers are more important than your princess, then do it."
He was really irritating the kidnappers unremittingly.
Yao Shu thought to himself, if he could survive, his position as commander would be over.
"King Rong" Yu Shan saw Mu Beirong walking over quickly, flashed a trace of panic and calmed down his expression.
Yao Shu hurriedly turned around and finally saw the man with a scorched face.
His face with half a mask was still so charming and handsome, and his tall body was still so majestic and reliable.
She breathed a sigh of relief and looked at him.
He smiled.
Mu Beirong came at a gallop, bringing a chill wherever he passed, making everyone shudder.
He stood opposite Su Ling and looked at Yao Shu with black eyes.
Her green skirt was no longer white and stained.
There was grass and blood, and her horrific whip wounds could be clearly seen in the tatters.
Her hair was a little messy, her face was pale, and there was blood on the corners of her lips, but her eyes were sparkling, and she was even smiling at herself.
Beirong felt as if her heart was being strangled, with such loving eyes.
Looking in, it seemed like there were thousands of words to say, but in the end, not a single word was said.
At that glance, something seemed to have changed, the pleats were rhyming, and the flowers were blooming slowly.
His eyes shifted, his soft expression faded, anger boiled in his chest, and his eyes were as cold as ice.
At this moment, the momentum of fighting on the battlefield arose spontaneously, and no one could survive wherever he passed.
Su Ling looked at him for a moment, and she broke into a cold sweat.
His eyes seemed to have torn her bones and peeled her skin off.
She realized for the first time that the rumors were not an exaggeration, and even less than that.
Her hand holding the dagger was uncontrollable.
Su Ling was trembling slightly, but Su Ling, who was still calm in the face of hundreds of officers and soldiers, was now shrouded in fear, and he no longer dared to look directly into those cold eyes.
"Let her go.
I may let your Yushan Master go free," he said slowly.
His tone sounded as if Su Ling was the one who was threatened.
The same words, but the degree of shock was completely different.
He told her clearly that if she dared to do this, there would be absolutely no way to survive.
The choice given to her now was whether you die alone or the whole family perished.
Su Ling was unwilling to give in and did not want to die, but she was not sure at all at this moment.
She even did not dare to take a step closer with the dagger, as if she would be killed by the master with Shura eyes if she made any move.
Su Ling became cowardly.
She clenched her dagger and said, "What you just said will count and my two junior brothers will let you go."
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Yao Shu remained calm: "Natural arithmetic" Su Ling glanced at Mu Beirong with fear: "Can you make the decision for him?"
After all, Mu Beirong just said that he would not spare her.
"As his wife, I can naturally make the decision for him."
Yao Shu said it was natural.
You know, in modern times, women are basically the ones who make the decision.
Su Ling looked at Mu Beirong suspiciously, but found that the knife-like face softened for an instant, and even raised her thin lips slightly, looking at Yao Shu intently.
Mu Beirong couldn't deny it.
Hearing her say so intimately that she was his wife, his heart suddenly throbbed with a long-lost warmth after ten years, filling his chest.
Taking a deep breath, Mu Beirong lowered his eyes with murderous intent: "The princess's words are equal to my king's words."
With the illustrious God of War and the princess as guarantees, Su Ling finally felt relieved.
Besides, she couldn't help but not believe it.
If she wanted to leave alive today, it seemed that this was the only way.
Su Ling's dagger slowly left Yao Shu's neck, not daring to delay for a moment, and shouted to the other two people: "Let's go" and jumped up to the house, and disappeared in a moment.
Yao Shu's body softened and she immediately fell into a warm embrace.
Mu Beirong's concerned eyes said: "Ah Shu" "I'm fine, skin injury."
Yao Shu opened her lips and smiled, but she still couldn't hide the twitching caused by the pain.
Mu Beirong turned back towards the cliff: "Go to the palace to ask for the imperial doctor."
Yao Shu felt her body light up and was picked up by Mu Beirong.
Her fair face turned pink uncontrollably: "Beirong" "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Mu Beirong's arms were strong, and his voice was so intimate that it could make people cry.
He held her in his arms and walked towards Prince Rong's Mansion without any hesitation.
Yao Shu buried her head on his chest, as if she could escape the sight of hundreds of officers and soldiers.
She looked up at his shapely chin and smiled, feeling like she was touching him for the first time.
When they returned to Prince Rong's Mansion, the imperial doctor was already waiting for him.
He was really shocked when he saw Yao Shu's shocking injuries: "This thief is so bold to hurt Princess Wen Yi like this."
Mu Beirong carefully put Yao Shu on the couch, for fear of hurting her again: "Stop talking nonsense and treat her quickly."
"Yes."
The imperial doctor took Yao Shu's pulse cleanly and said, "They are all external injuries.
All you need to do is apply medicine and take them orally to nurse them back to health.
Just avoid oral intake."
"Go and write the prescription."
Mu Beirong turned to Yao Shu and said, "I'll be back in a moment."
"Xiaoya, you give the medicine to the princess."
The imperial doctor ordered the medical woman behind him.
Because there were many female relatives in the palace, it was sometimes inconvenient for the imperial doctor, so there were medical women around him.
Xiaoya is a pretty girl.
She took out the medicine from the medicine box and used scissors to cut open the broken clothes: "Princess, please be patient, disinfection is a little painful."
Yao Shu was very friendly: "It doesn't matter, come on."
After applying the medicine and changing Yao Shu into clean clothes, Xiaoya bowed and left.
Mu Beirong was waiting at the door, and Xiaoya said, "Prince Rong, it's ready."
Mu Beirong nodded: "Send it to the imperial doctor."
A young man led the imperial doctor and Xiaoya away.
Mu Beirong vaguely heard Xiaoya sighing: "I was so seriously injured, but I didn't say a word while applying the medicine.
This is the first time I have seen such a strong-willed woman." ” Even an ordinary man couldn't bear the horrific whip wounds, let alone a delicate princess.
She was used to seeing the harem ladies and princesses, and a small wound seemed like a big deal.
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Xiaoya admired and was surprised by Yao Shu's indifference. different.
Mu Beirong raised his eyebrows, and then laughed without looking at who the princess was.
He actually felt proud.
However, thinking of Yao Shu's bloody wound, his phoenix eyes became cold again, and he whispered He said: "Shan Ya, go check out the whereabouts of those people."
After that, he stepped into the room.
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－ small theater Isn’t it time for a small theater here?
Little Theater: Have sex with me every day, have you ever thought about how I feel?
I will also be tired, okay: