Host, You're Targeted

On the first night of their journey back to the palace, Li Ying and Qi Ding, who were sleeping in a tent with their backs to their backs, wanted to stay away from each other and get out of the tent.

However, the tent is really small, back to back can also withstand together, not to mention if it is face-to-face, it is possible to hold up.

The next morning, Qi Ding woke up naturally and forgot that there was a man with long hands and feet like him. He stretched out his hands and stretched his head back.

Next, Li Ying woke up without accident.

Just because Qi Ding stretched his back when his butt hit, just hit Li Ying's waist and woke up.

Li Ying hums and opens his eyes, which are full of tears because of pain.

He had a very serious arrow wound on his waist and abdomen, which showed signs of healing only recently. Suddenly, he was hit by someone in the back, and the wound immediately began to hurt from the flesh under his skin.

The waist and abdomen is the softest place on a person, let alone a big gap.

Li Ying, who had been trapped in the nightmare, was suddenly awakened by pain. He curled up with his teeth in his mouth. His whole body was bent like a shrimp. However, the curling up affected the wounds in other parts of his body that had not yet healed.

The person who just woke up almost fainted again by the pain of grinding flesh.

"Hiss..."

He took a breath of air-conditioning, and then Qi Ding reacted. He sat up quickly and turned to look at him.

"Your Highness You... "

When Qi Ding turned to look, Li Ying, who was curled up with his back to him, buried his face downward, trying to block his facial features which were almost twisted together because of pain.

Now Qi Ding is completely sober. He wants to reach out and touch Li Ying, but he is worried whether he will squeeze his wrist as hard as last time.

"Your Highness? Are you awake? "

Lying there, Li Ying opened his eyes blurred by tears and took a silent breath, trying to suppress the weakness that might be exposed in his voice.

"Well."

He nodded his head gently, and the whole person curled up more tightly.

Obviously, he was hiding the pain, but in Qi Ding's eyes, he seemed to be telling him to hurry away and not to disturb his rest.

Qi Ding thought it was his own amorous feelings. He said that he went out first and then he really went out.

As soon as the tent was opened, a cold wind came in. It was as if countless blades had been inserted into the wound covered by his clothes, blowing over and over again.

Fortunately, Qi Ding went out very fast, and the wind was soon blocked outside the tent.

Li Ying stretched out his hand across his clothes and pressed it on his waist and abdomen wound, as if he could feel the blood flow under the wound.

It hurts.

Qi Ding goes to the river and squats down to wash his face. He just meets Xu Bei.

"Good morning, general Qi! And your highness? "

Qi Ding ignored him, picked up a handful of clear and cold river water, washed his face, and then wiped the water stains on his face with his sleeve. Then he looked up to see him.

Xu Bei is indeed a loyal fan of Li Ying. Qi Ding thinks that in real life, Xu Bei is the head of Li Ying's fan support association!

"Your Highness just woke up. I guess I'm tired after squeezing with me all night. I didn't sleep well with him all night. Now I still have backache! Not to mention your royal highness

It's strange for Xu Bei to hear the name "Your Highness". Before that, the little general called "my highness" cheerfully?

If Qi Ding knew Xu Bei's inner thoughts, he would swing his shoes and hit him on the head without saying a word. "Do you always look at someone who doesn't have a good face when you see you, and you turn around and scold you every day. Can you still say that he's mine?"

But Xu Bei didn't dare to ask. He pinched Qi Ding's shoulder, and murmured in a low voice: "since you, little general, haven't slept well in such a strong body, your highness is still injured, so it's not much better? I don't know if we should have dry food for breakfast or go to the town ahead? "

Qi Ding's steps suddenly stop, right! How could he forget that the target of the strategy still has injuries?!

In his mind, Li Yinggang's body was just curled up. The picture in his memory suddenly enlarged and stopped on his black hair wet with sweat on his neck.

Qi Ding's heart suddenly shrinks, won't it?!

He walked quickly to the tent, his heart beating wildly in his chest and nearly came out.

When he lifted the tarpaulin vigorously, the scene in front of him made him speechless for a moment.