The line of sight follows the obvious outline of the cheek to face up, see the white skin hidden under the mask, although the eyes are closed, but the crow eyelashes tremble, like a brush to the heart.

Even if his lower body is dirty and his blood is mixed with mud, it doesn't affect his refined face.

"Don't tell me, the teacher of this country is really beautiful. I haven't seen him before. It's more beautiful than the women I met in Xiangxiang building!"

The rest of the people leaned over and took a closer look. It was obvious that they were also stunned by Ji Rao's appearance. "It seems that It seems to be

"Actually..." He seemed to feel embarrassed when he saw a man, so he coughed softly, "it's not so good-looking, just the lower half of his face, with a mask on it. Who knows if he is disfigured?"

"Then we Take it down and have a look? "

The two of them have a pair of eyes, and both of them agree with each other.

He slowly stretched out his hand to the mask on Ji Rao's face, and the moment before he met it, he paused and pursed his lower lip nervously. "It's said that the national master is a witch. The witch people don't take off the mask easily. Only the emperor has seen his face."

With this, they became more curious.

It's said that the witch people, who don't see the world, don't step on the world of mortals, just what they look like.

His hand was finally on Ji Rao's mask.

At that moment, the cold touch from the mask made him feel stunned.

Then he saw the man in front of him suddenly open his eyes.

Caught off guard, on a pair of green, no feelings of eyes, his heart trembled, directly stunned.

Ji Rao stares at him coldly, that pair of clean eyes without a trace of impurities, now seems to be a frosty February day.

Ji Rao stretched out his scarred arm and clapped his hand away.

He is injured all over the body and has no strength at all. However, the people who want to take off his mask have not come back to their senses, and they are really patted off by him.

"Go away."

His voice was a little hoarse, but he could still hear the ice in it.

He stood up and said, "national master, come with us. General Yan asked you to go back."

When he saw Ji Rao's pale face, he even felt comfortable. He bent his mouth and urged Ji Rao, "let's go, national teacher."

Ji Rao closed her eyes and propped herself up.

Now his whole body is really like a broken bone. A gentle breeze comes over and blows on his wound. It hurts like a knife cut into it.

"Han Yu, he is We can't go, or we'd better carry him. "

Han Yu, the soldier who just wanted to take off Ji Rao's mask, snorted coldly, "he is so dirty, who will carry it."

"Then I'll do it."

Then he stretched out his hand to Ji Rao, trying to help him up.

But before I touched Ji Rao, I heard Ji Rao's cold voice.

"Go away, don't touch me."

The soldiers froze.

Han Yu wrung her eyebrows, and her voice was obviously armed. "He didn't want to forget it, and he didn't ask for it."

Ji Rao Wu had a rest.

These two people are watching here, and he can't escape back to the palace.

And just like Bai lichen now, I'm not sure that he can tie him up as soon as he runs back, and then he will be sent to Yan Jun in the carriage overnight.