Chapter 241 Go back to see her

"Ouch, let go, let go! Brother Xiaolin is covered in wounds. It must be painful for her to be hugged like this!"

Lin Junhuai's face wrinkled as soon as he came in. Hugging someone in broad daylight, don't you really care about other people's life or death?

Jin Ge let go in a hurry, looking confused and terrified: "Are you hurt?"

He frowned and was about to go to his yard: "I have a lot of medicine for injuries. I'll go get it for you."

This financier had never known what money was. Ever since he surrendered to Emperor Jing, he had been trying every possible means to get all kinds of rare treasures and precious medicinal materials.

He collected all kinds of snow lotus, saffron, white hyacinth, etc. and kept them for his husband. If his leather was scratched one day, he would have to take out all these things.

Jun Lin didn't know whether to laugh or cry for a moment: "I'm fine."

She held Jin Ge's hand and said in a serious tone, "See if you have any medicine to treat this child."

Jin Ge's wrinkled brows had not yet relaxed. She looked in the direction of her sight and saw the cute and pitiful young man lying on the king's dragon bed, unconscious. The man suddenly fell silent, his eyes flickering.

How do you see this jade?

His gaze turned to Lin Junhuai again.

Bring back two more?

No, actually there were three, and Shen Sinian was recuperating from his injuries, so Emperor Jing, who was the kidnapper of the young, would only take three people with him at the beginning.

Jin Ge was a little unhappy. No man would be magnanimous enough to save his love rival. Although he had not yet figured out Qi Chi's specific identity, the label had already been put on him.

Lin Junhuai said quietly, "My dear consort, this is Brother Xiaolin's lifesaver. Without him, how can you see your husband now?"

Jin Ge immediately broke out in a cold sweat and held Jun Lin's hand tightly in fear: "How could it be so dangerous?"

Jun Lin glanced at the young man with a hint of reproach. Lin Junhuai immediately pretended to be stupid, smiled and turned his face away.

She tried to speak softly to Jin Ge, "It's all right now. I'm worried that he won't wake up. If you can, please take care of him."

Jin Ge nodded emphatically, the light in her eyes firm and bright: "I will take good care of my husband's lifesaver."

If Qi Chi could be restored, it would definitely be the result of Jin Ge's financial ability.

In front of the city gate, a luxurious carriage that showed off one's high status stopped. The servant quickly opened the curtain. The man bent down, picked up his clothes with both hands, and got out of the car in a hurry. His smooth hair flowed down, and the eagerness in his warm eyes seemed as if he didn't want to wait even a second.

His strides were so big that he stumbled several times. Finally, he just ran. The dark court robe with red edges set off his elegant appearance, and his tall figure looked a little thinner.

The servant was stunned, he had never seen Lord Zuo Xiang behave so out of control. Usually he was always gentle and calm, even with a knife on his neck he could move calmly. But at this moment, it seemed as if he wanted to untie all the restraints just to run faster.

In the barracks, Manhuang was shirtless, his bulging muscles were covered with sweat after just finishing training. He was wiping his cheeks with a towel, his messy short hair stuck wetly to his face. The soldier who reported the situation came in a hurry and fell off his horse in a panic.

The wildness was like a small mountain, full of oppression. He lowered his eyes and said dully, "What's the matter?"

The soldier was so excited that he stuttered: "Sir! The Majesty is back! The Majesty is back!"

The towel in his hand fell to the ground, his eyes became brighter and brighter, and the muscles all over his body seemed to be excited and agitated. His feet responded faster than his brain and he rushed to the bedroom.

While he was having a great time drinking in the tavern outside, he sat by the window on the second floor, looking down, his eyes observing all directions and his ears listening in all directions. He was wearing an ink-wash robe with the five elements and eight trigrams painted on it. He held the glass to his lips but did not drink for a long time because he was listening to the whispers at the opposite table.

Xingzhi is now gathering intelligence for Emperor Jing, and he disappears every day. It is a skill for the secret guards to find him.

The secret guard pretended to be a regular customer and sat down across from him leisurely. Xingzhi poured him a glass of wine and asked, "Why did you come to see me?"

"The one you were talking about is back."

His hand froze after he put down the wine bottle, and Xingzhi suddenly confirmed again with a serious expression: "Really?"

The dark guard nodded heavily: "What you said is true."

"Hey, the little ancestor is finally back."

He stood up quickly and was about to run out. Oh, yes, he reached out and carefully fastened his collar, and nervously asked repeatedly: "Is there anything wrong with my appearance?"

Darkwe suddenly found it funny: "There's nothing wrong with that."

"Okay, otherwise it would be bad if we had to use swords against each other when we first met."

As for Song Simiao, he had just come out of a poor family carrying a wooden box.

The old lady was supported by her daughter and expressed her gratitude repeatedly: "Thank you very much for your help these days, young master. I can finally get by now."

The man was as elegant as an orchid. Even in front of the dilapidated tile house, he still looked elegant and graceful. His slender and beautiful eyebrows were gentle and calm. "Thanks to your grace, Your Majesty. This is what we should do."

The old lady's eyes were filled with tears as she bowed devoutly in the direction of the imperial palace.

"Young Master!"

Hearing the call, Song Simiao's eyes flickered: "What's the matter?"

The guard couldn't contain his excitement: "It's time for you to return to the palace!"

The man shook his head gently: "There is still time, we should go to the next place."

The guard couldn't stop smiling: "It's time to go back! His Majesty is still waiting for you!"

He suddenly stopped walking, and looked up with a mixture of surprise and joy: "Xiao Lin is back?"

"yes!"

The man subconsciously clutched his sleeves, his butterfly-like eyelashes half-hiding the joy that was about to burst out of his chest: "Return to the palace!"

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Southern Xinjiang.

The warm wind blew along the willow bank, and Wu Shi walked past the shore holding his umbrella.

The wind blew up fallen leaves, which swirled around his feet. Under the clear sky, his figure disappeared in the strange mist.

When the mist cleared, he had already entered the imperial palace with its red walls and yellow tiles. The sky above the road was silent and desolate. He paused, slightly raised the brim of his umbrella and glanced at the scorching sun in the sky.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew, making the umbrella wrinkled like lake water. Blocked by the umbrella, only the man's delicate chin and a few strands of black hair could be seen from the front.

Yu Yu walked alone to the main hall, pushed the door open and entered. He scanned the surprised expression on the King of Southern Xinjiang's face, and then he looked around and said in a cold voice, "Where's Xiaobao?"

The King of Southern Xinjiang remained calm and said, "Chunhua has not returned from visiting her relatives yet."

Hearing this, Wu Shi looked at him in silence for a long while, then asked with an uncertain expression, "Where's Xiaobao?"

The hands had already begun to form a formation, and the frightened King of Southern Xinjiang felt stagnant and upset for the whole day.

The Yin Yang Sect Master was not so easy to fool, and lying would not end well. Thinking of Le Zhou's support, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "Dead."