Yuandi listened to her voice, and her tight heart strings trembled, and it seemed that the strings would break in the next moment.

He looked at her facial features stained with mud and blood, and his eyes were soft, and the wet liquid poured out and was forced down by him.

He bowed his head and kissed her chapped lips, moisturizing her lips so that she would not crack like that: "Don't talk!"

He said to her almost beggingly: "Don't talk, the royal doctor will come right away, you will be fine, Ayan, you will be fine. Anything, please tell me when you are fine."

Her stingy, clouded eyes seemed to be staring at Yuandi.

It seemed that after seeing who he was, her eyes became brighter and brighter, as if two torches were rising in the darkness and burning in the eyes.

"Pray for peace!" She laughed suddenly, her voice came out of her chapped throat, and the dumb rough voice was broken, but her blood-stained face smiled very happily: "Pray, is it a dream again?"

She reached out and tried to touch his face, but her hands were raised a few times and she couldn't raise her. When she noticed her movement, Yuandi busily held her hand tightly on his face: "It's me, it's me , I'm here, I'm here, Ah Yan, you haven't dreamed, it's me. "

She still laughed, and her chapped lips were full of blood leaking out of her face. There was nothing like the blood and mud on her face, only a pair of eyes, bright, staring at him without blinking.

"Come on, come quickly!" She murmured, her smile gradually fixed on her face, and the fireworks in her eyes went out at this moment.

"I'm here, I'm here, Ah Yan!" Yuandi squeezed her hand tightly and hugged her carefully to a simple bed that the guards had just set up in the city gate, and greeted the doctor to step forward: "Hurry up, come and see A Yan, and heal her injuries soon!"

The person who was seen by the imperial doctor on the bed was hugged by Yuandi in his arms, and he took a moment's attention, then carefully took the pulse of the words.

Emperor Yuan held the man in his arms tightly and comforted: "The royal doctor is here. Don't be afraid, Ayan will get better soon."

On the next moment, the imperial doctor knelt down on the ground: "Your Majesty."

His voice was panicked and trembling, and said desperately, "Your Majesty, General Ming is out of breath."

Having finished speaking, without waiting for Yuandi's response, he completely kneeled on the ground with five bodies thrown into the ground: "Your Majesty, General Ming has been out of breath for a long time."

The next moment, he was kicked on the shoulder by Yuandi, and rolled one of his uncles to the door.

If it weren't for holding the words, Yuandi would kill the quack doctor in front of himself: "Quadic doctor, quack doctor, A Yan is good, just talking to me, she will still look at me and laugh, you quack doctor, Come, come, where is the medic in the army? "

The soldiers inside and outside the tent all knelt on the ground.

It wasn't the military doctor who came in this time, but Song Qing.

He knelt beside the bed and silently took the pulse.

Yuandi squeezed Yange's hand tightly and still murmured: "Ayan, don't be afraid, I'll take you back to the palace, we will take you back to the palace, we will find the best doctor, you will be fine. "

Song Qing heard that he looked up at Yuandi in shock.

Yuandi saw that he was just taking the pulse for his words, and he was dissatisfied and looked up at him and said, "Will you see an illness? Didn't you see that A Yan's chest was hurt badly? If you cure General Ming, let me ask you one. The imperial doctor dangdang, if you dare to perfunctory, slap your nine clan. "

In the end, a pair of eyes staring at Song Qing turned red, and his facial features were distorted and even darkened.