The queen concubine please

Chapter 273 It Hurts: You Can Be Weak in Front of Me
Without saying a word, Situ Mo galloped for a while, found a high slope, and then rode up again.

Finding a secret place, he took her and flew off the horse, his expression still so serious, Ling Feishuang saw that he didn't speak, but there was a burst of anger in his body, trying to think back, what was he angry about?

It seems that she was fine when she was carried on the horse before, just because...

She suddenly felt helpless, "If you don't protect him, if Bai Yixuan dies, even the emperor will blame you, and the peace of Bai Yinguo and Zhaoruo will be broken."

Situ Mo was slightly surprised, she knew everything?

He narrowed his eyes, and said uncomfortably: "I didn't say I wouldn't protect him, it's really troublesome, now help you relieve the acupuncture point."

The wound on her arm was really deep to the bone, after he dealt with it urgently, he immediately helped her push the acupoint, until a moment later, a puff of smoke came out from the tops of both of their heads.

Ling Feishuang was helped up by him, and his brows were furrowed together. His arms could move before, but now it was difficult to move them.

"Does it hurt? Call out when it hurts, Shuang'er, you don't have to be so strong, you can be weak in front of me."

Situ Mo protected her hand, and found a thicker branch to help her fix it.

His words almost made her eyes wet. No one has ever made him have the possibility to show weakness. If possible, she also hopes that she can stay in someone's arms quietly.

She smiled at him and nodded lightly: "It hurts a lot, Situ Mo, I hurt a lot."

Situ Mo also laughed, stretched out his arms to give her a hug, and took out another pill from his bosom, "Open your mouth."

She swallowed it cooperatively without asking what it was, just like at the beginning, when they were still testing each other, she swallowed it directly without any extra doubts.

The two of them rested on the top of the slope for a while, when they heard the sound of horseshoes coming from below, they looked at each other, Situ Mo carried her up a tree, and looked down, it was indeed Hui Yiwei.

There are still dozens of them left, some injured and some walking steadily.

The leader was riding on a horse, clutching his left shoulder tightly with one hand, presumably suffered a serious injury, and judging from the color of his clothes, he was the masked man just now.

(End of this chapter)