"God of kindness, please bless your children, please bless Hulun grassland..." Dazhasa also walked out, opened his hands to look at the distant sky, and cheered loudly devoutly.

"The Heaven of Eternal Life is protected..." Whether it is the tribal leaders in the tent or the tribe members outside the tent, everyone's emotions were aroused by the words of Yuan Lie and Dazasa, and they cheered loudly.

The night on Hulun Grassland is filled with people's pious and intense prayers.

"This old woman had a bad intention at the King of Khan's banquet. She was originally a servant I brought from Daliang. Please allow me to deal with it myself." Yue Qiyun held the long sword in both hands and sent it back to Yuan Lie, with a clear and authentic voice.

"Of course, it should be done by the concubine!" Yuan Lie's mouth couldn't help but bent, his blue eyes stared at her with a burning light. The rippling waves in the depths of his eyes almost drowned her in the blue ocean.

He couldn't help but spread his arms, and he waited for Yue Qiyun's response with an unquestionable aura.

However, Yuan Lie's mountain-like body looked like air in Yue Qiyun's eyes. She ignored Yuan Lie's tenderness and just stuffed a long knife into his hand. She suddenly turned around and shouted at the Dragon and Tiger Guards who were on standby by the bonfire, "Where is Zhou Lang?"

"The last one is here!" With a full-blown answer, a man like an iron tower, wearing the armor of a seventh-rank military officer of a beam, came out from the crowd.

Yue Qiyun pointed at the unconscious Mama Liu on the ground, and ordered without any emotion in her voice: "This person has ulterior motives, so he took her back to the Longhu Guard Camp and asked strictly!"

Yue Qiyun did not say in public that Zhou Lang would torture Liu Mama because she was worried that this person was from Liang, and she really didn't want the Yan people to see their jokes.

"Yes!" General Zhou Lang bowed his hand, and then walked towards the camp where the Dragon and Tiger Guards were stationed not far away, like carrying a chicken.

Yuan Lie looked at the petite and stubborn back by the bonfire and gradually put away the smile on his face, and the blue light in his eyes became even darker.

The night was deep, and the Khan banquet was approaching the end of the jubilant sound.

Yue Qiyun held on until she returned to the tent, and then she was so weak that she held the Gladiola beside her and staggered to the edge of the bed.

Under the candlelight, her face turned pale as paper, and her underwear was soaked in cold sweat.

"Miss, you are..." When Roland saw the mottled blood oozing under the high collar, he burst into tears with pain.

"Be gentle, be gentle!" Roland thought while picking up the scissors and carefully cut the blood-stained fabric, revealing the wound wrapped in the thin cotton towel.

"My God!" The hideous wound made Gladiola, who had always been calm, gasp and said in panic: "This wound has broken. My good lady, why are you working so hard?"

Among the two maids, Roland was the most skillful. Even so, facing the wound, she did not dare to uncover the blood-stained gilded scarf.

The more Luo Lan's hand shivered, the more blood flowed from the wound. Yue Qiyun couldn't bear the pain of such bits and pieces, so she gritted her teeth and pulled the gilding off by herself.

Blood gushed out, quickly dyeing the sky blue clothes red.

"Miss!" Gladiola and Roland exclaimed at the same time, both frightened by Yue Qiyun's decisiveness.

"Put the medicine!" Yue Qiyun was in great pain, but facing the two stupid little maids, she could only breathe in the air conditioner.

"Oh...ah!" Gladiola reacted first, quickly scooped the hemostatic powder and applied it to the wound, and then took a clean cotton towel and re-banded the wound.

Gladiola was busy with her hands and complained with pain: "At the feast just now, Roland and I were here, so I would never let those barbarians bully you. The lady is so tough that she doesn't cherish her body."

Roland tried to attack Gladiola and sobbed, "Since we arrived at this bitter and cold place, the lady has not had a day of peace. What should I do in the future?"

"From the future..." Yue Qiyun sighed in her heart. When she woke up at the beginning, she was thinking about finding a suitable opportunity to escape from this place of right and wrong. However, the more she adapted to Yue Qiyun's identity, the more worries she became.

It is true that as a time traveler who has come from modern times, she can leave. But as Yue Yi's daughter, the princess of Daliang Kingdom, she really has no right to be so selfish.

Because behind Yue Qiyun, it was the home for thousands of people in Daliang to settle down, and it was the life of the Duke of Zhenguo Yue Yi. I didn’t come up with a perfect solution, but I really couldn’t leave!

Just as he was sad about his vague future, a cool night breeze suddenly blew from the door of the tent, and the curtain was suddenly lifted open, and Yuan Lie walked in.

"I've seen a big sweat!" Roland was holding the Ge scarf that Yue Qiyun had replaced and the blood-stained clothes, and bent slightly behind her and was about to walk out of the tent. Unexpectedly, Yuan Lie suddenly reached out to stop her.

"Why are you still bleeding?" The shocking red flowers on the blue sky-blue clothes made Yuan Lie's thick eyebrows tightly frown. Yue Qiyun, who was pale, made him feel distressed, but he soon remembered the origin of the wound.

——Loss of cerebrality! This perception made him feel like he was stuck in his throat. Now he felt sorry for her pain, he hated her loss of cerebrality.

"What do the imperial doctor say about the concubine's condition?" Yuan Lie stopped Roland, pressed down on his inner entanglement, and whispered to ask Yue Qiyun's injury.

"Doctor Li just finished his treatment and told his servants to let the concubine rest in bed so that the wound could heal soon." Roland replied respectfully.

This was the first time that Manzi Dahan was concerned about her lady's condition. Her tone of speaking was a bit excited.

"I wonder what advice can you give to the Khan come late at night?" Yue Qiyun leaned against the pillow and glanced at Yuan Lie and asked.

The feast of King Khan had just ended, and Yuan Lie himself did not expect how he could not wait to run over.

"Don't you spend a good night with the concubine in my new marriage?" Yue Qiyun's cold words were like a basin of ice water poured on his head. Yuan Lie was extremely angry and couldn't help but responded coldly.

"You saw it too, I was not feeling well." Yue Qiyun pointed to her throat and said tiredly: "Female Su is so charming, can you go to her place to rest?"

Liangxiao, your sister!

Yue Qiyun didn't know Yuan Lie's thoughts at all, so she rolled her eyes quietly and sweared in her heart. She forced the person to death, and she still had the face to come and spend the night together?
Chapter completed!