Reborn Evil Husband and Wife: Slim and Poisonous Girl

"Boom." There was a loud noise, and a man in black fell to the ground.

Qingxue opened her eyes violently, and out of nowhere appeared more than [-] soldiers with muskets, aiming at the men in black and shooting them frequently.

The situation suddenly reversed, and the leader of the man in black saw that the situation was not good, and retreated, "No, the Shenhuo Battalion is here, and the wind is tight, screaming."

The three major battalions in the capital, Shenfeng Camp, Shenshui Camp, and Shenhuo Camp, are the emperor's personal guards, controlling the most elite and most terrifying group of people in the capital.

The Shenhuo camp is the musket camp, with a total of 500 people, invincible.

He jumped up and ran away first, and all the men in black immediately scattered and disappeared without a trace.

Sun Shiying, the commander of the Shenhuo Battalion, walked over quickly and saluted, with a look of panic on his face, "Your Highness, you..."

He had met the emperor's grandson once, so he naturally knew that he was extremely favored by the emperor, and seeing blood all over his body, he was quite frightened.

Tang Jingtian's eyes were half closed, he was dying and extremely weak, "General Sun, tell the emperor for me that Jingtian is not filial, and he can no longer be filial to his old man..."

Sun Shiying's face turned pale, "Your Highness, please don't say such frustrating words, come quickly, and call the imperial physician."

He is relatively upright, he only listens to the orders of the emperor alone, and he is not flexible enough in terms of human relationships, and he does not know how to adapt.

Qingxue frowned, looked around a few times, and found that it was less than 500 meters away from the yard where she lived, "Move people there..."

Only then did Sun Shiying see her face clearly, and she was extremely displeased, "Who are you? How dare you order me?"

How decent is it for an unmarried daughter to cuddle with the emperor's grandson in the street?

But I don't want someone to be seriously injured, this is helping!Not affectionate!

Qingxue lazily guessed his thoughts, put on a high-ranking posture, and ordered arrogantly, "I am the emperor's new Ankang county lord. If there is something wrong with His Highness, you and I will not be able to get rid of it, so hurry up."

"But..." Sun Shiying's body shook, and he hesitated.

Qingxue looked at the shocking snow-white face, and was burning with anxiety. She was still vacillating and lacking decisiveness at this time. How could such a human emperor be reused?

She said without hesitation, "What's the matter, I will handle it alone, you go and ask the imperial physician."

The tone is majestic and dignified, and no one can resist.

Sun Shiying subconsciously responded, "Yes."

After walking two steps, she realized that something was wrong. When she looked back at her, she lowered her head, her side face was cold and decisive, and she exuded a chill that would not melt for thousands of years.

Qingyan waited to come out and saw a few bloody people, she was frightened immediately and her hands softened, her eyes glazed over.

After some incidents, Mrs. Tian was more calm, and hurriedly stepped forward to make arrangements, and arranged Tang Jingtian in the east wing, and the injured Ji Xiangruyi arranged the west wing, looking for a doctor, heating the fire, looking for a medicine box, busy walking around.

Qingxue personally found the efficacious wound medicine that Du Shaohui had donated back then, and carefully treated his wound. She didn't dare to draw the sword, and only sprinkled the medicine powder around the wound.

The hands were extremely heavy and kept shaking, tears flowed down drop by drop like broken pearls, and my heart felt cramped.

"Why are you idiot blocking the sword for me? I don't need anyone's protection. I..."

She would rather be hurt by herself than see this scene.

She just wanted him to be well, safe and happy.

A big warm hand caressed her face, and gently wiped away the crystal clear tears. His face was still pale, his breath was weak, and his voice was even weaker, "Don't cry, my heart hurts."