"The Ninth Princess is being hunted? Who is so bold as to chase and kill the Ninth Princess? How did she run back to Daqi?" Yang Ruoqing said to herself, her intuition telling her that this was a big conspiracy to murder the emperor's relatives.

It was a grave crime to punish the nine tribes.

Moreover, the Ninth Princess appeared in Tianhai County. If she died here, Luo Fengtang would be the one to blame.

Countless clues and clues pointed directly at Luo Fengtang. Yang Ruoqing was shocked, knowing that she almost missed something important because of jealousy and suspicion.

"Ye Yi, please take the Ninth Princess down to take good care of her first." After regaining her composure, Yang Ruoqing's brain started working again.

Ye Yi looked at Luo Fengtang.

Luo Fengtang said: "Madam's order is my general's order."

Ye Yi clasped his hands and said, "Yes!" Then he quickly left with Qi Aoshan.

Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang were left alone in the room again.

Luo Fengtang came to Yang Ruoqing and leaned down to hug her, but he pushed her away.

"Your hand is still bleeding, don't you feel pain?" She rolled her eyes at him and asked angrily.

Luo Fengtang looked down at the wound on his palm and smiled indifferently.

"As long as Qing'er can forgive me, shedding this little blood is nothing!" he said.

Yang Ruoqing was speechless, glared at him fiercely, and came with me.

Hearing this, Luo Fengtang felt as if he had been granted amnesty and hurriedly followed Yang Ruoqing.

She swept around the room and saw a basin of water over there, so she brought it over.

"Hand out!" she said.

Luo Fengtang obediently stretched out his hand. Yang Ruoqing grabbed his hand and lowered her head to clean his wound carefully.

While cleaning up, I was cursing in my heart: This fool actually holds a sword with his hand. That is the Moye Sword. He is really desperate!

"It hurts a bit, just bear with it!" Yang Ruoqing said.

Spread the anti-inflammatory powder and hemostatic powder evenly on his wound. When the powder was sprinkled on the wound, Yang Ruoqing heard a sizzling sound, like a piece of steak being fried in a frying pan.

kind of sound.

Yang Ruoqing's eyebrows were beating, but he didn't move at all, as if it wasn't his hand and he was completely unconscious.

"Scream if it hurts, don't hold it in." Yang Ruoqing said.

Luo Fengtang suddenly came to his senses. He shook his head and couldn't bear to look away from her. He smiled and said, "I don't feel any pain at all. I am extremely happy because my wife has forgiven me, right?"

Yang Ruoqing glanced at him.

The smile in Luo Fengtang's eyes was even bigger. He knew that his wife's willingness to give him this look meant that she had forgiven him.

"Qing'er, why did you come to Tianhai County suddenly?" Luo Fengtang asked again. He was so panicked earlier that he never bothered to ask.

Hearing his question, Yang Ruoqing took out the letter written by Vice General Zhou and stuffed it into his hand: "Someone told me about your romantic affair here, and asked me to come and wake you up."

Luo Fengtang glanced at the letter a few times, his face covered with black lines.

"Of the two lieutenants beside me, one is ruthless and the other is too loyal, hey!" he said.

Yang Ruoqing snorted, "Anyway, this trip, I was really frightened by you, and I almost asked you to clean yourself and leave the house."

Luo Fengtang also smiled, and when Yang Ruoqing turned around, he suddenly hugged her from behind.

"Let go!" Yang Ruoqing struggled for a moment.

His arms are like iron hoops.

"Let go!" she shouted again.

Luo Fengtang said: "Why don't you hug me? Are you trying to suffocate me to death?"

Yang Ruoqing curled her lips and snorted again.

Luo Fengtang was overjoyed. This meant that his wife had forgiven him and acquiesced in his embrace of her.

Very good!

He turned her over and held her in his arms. The hand wrapped in gauze gently supported her waist, while the other intact hand was stroking her hair.

"You silly girl, those words you said before almost scared me to death. I would rather die than divorce you. No, I am divorced by you. I don't want to be the first man in Daqi to be divorced!" Luo Fengtang

murmured.

Even though she was held in his arms, Yang Ruoqing seemed to reach out and hug him back and forth, but the lingering fear in her heart for so many days made her take a breath and stand stiffly without hugging him.

Luo Fengtang also noticed this, grabbed her hand and put it on his waist.

"Hold me!" he said.

Yang Ruoqing was a little confused about whether to laugh or cry, but she still stretched out her hands and hugged him tightly.

"That's right!" he said, leaning over again and hugging her tightly in his arms, wishing he could rub her into her bones and blood.

Yang Ruoqing was almost suffocated by his hug, and his whisper came to her ears: "Silly girl, don't let me go, don't let me go, don't let me go, don't let me go, don't let me, don't let me, don't you hear me?"

Yang Ruoqing's face finally showed a long-lost smile.

At this moment, she seemed to have returned to heaven from hell, from darkness to light.

All this is because of him.

"As long as you behave, I won't let you go." Yang Ruoqing said.

Her fingers tightly grasped the dirty clothes on his back. It wasn't that she didn't want him, but that he didn't want her...

"Put on your clothes first, don't catch a cold." Yang Ruoqing suddenly said, pulling him back to the bed, leaning over and picking up all the clothes on the floor.

"Why did you take off your clothes as soon as you entered the house before? What is this habit?" She lightly patted the dust on the clothes a few times and asked as she handed them to him.

Luo Fengtang chuckled: "I noticed your breath as soon as I entered the door, and I deliberately teased you."

"Ah? You can't?" Yang Ruoqing asked in surprise.

"Why not? Just hide under the bed!" Luo Fengtang said.

Yang Ruoqing glanced at the men's clothes on her body and the mustache that was deliberately attached to her face: "But, I'm all dressed up in men's clothing..."

Luo Fengtang smiled, raised his hand and gently touched the wisp of beard on her chin, and the beard suddenly fell off.

Yang Ruoqing blushed with embarrassment and raised her hand to pat his arm.

He burst out laughing and said, "No matter how you disguise yourself, you can't escape my nose."

"As soon as I walked in, I knew it was my wife who had arrived, so I quickly sent Yoichi away, fearing that he would ruin the scenery here."

"But I don't know. I almost died under my wife's Mo Xie sword. Oh, it was such a close call. Qing'er, you almost had to stay in the empty pillow!" he said.

Yang Ruoqing rolled her eyes at him: "Why don't you complain first? If it weren't for you, I would be staying at home just fine. I don't want to come here and suffer!"

She raised her hand and rubbed her sore shoulders. After riding horses day and night for several days, her whole body ached.
Chapter completed!