Bai Ren was stunned for a moment, but finally nodded, then watched the woman in white clothes fluttering in the dark night and quickly disappearing.

The tightly clenched hands at his side finally loosened, and Bai Ren breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly annoyed at his own meanness. Didn't he say that he could let her go? Didn't he say that she was his wife?

But outside the tent, looking at the woman leaning on me, their affectionate backs, why does my heart still hurt, my body still stiffen, and my breathing still stagnate?

"Cough cough!" A man's muffled cough was heard from the tent. Bai Ren quickly gathered his thoughts, opened the tent and entered.

Yue Nanchen opened his eyes dimly and raised his arms with great effort. He had actually had a strange dream. In the dream, he held Yao'er's hand, and Yao'er actually took the initiative to kiss him...

"Master, are you feeling better?" Bai Ren stepped forward and asked respectfully in a low voice.

Yue Nanchen pretended to sit up, Bai Ren hurried forward and took a pillow to place behind him.

Looking around, Yue Nanchen suddenly asked, "Bai Ren, do you smell the scent of roses?"

Bai Ren was stunned and quickly shook his head, "Master, it's winter now, where does the rose scent come from?"

"Really?" Yue Nanchen lowered his eyes in disappointment. He must have had an illusion. Yao'er would not come. Even if he died on the battlefield, she would not come!

"Master, take the medicine!" Bai Ren had no idea what Yue Nanchen was thinking and took out the medicine bottle.

"Leave it there, I want to be alone!" Yue Nanchen spoke softly, staring blankly at the top of the tent. Finally, he couldn't help but reached out and touched his lips, which seemed to still have the lingering scent of roses.

It was okay to never wake up like this, at least in his dreams, he was happy, so happy that it hurt a little

, the pain was so severe that a sour taste appeared in the bottom of my eyes...

"Master..." Bai Ren shouted with his voice hoarse, but the man didn't move in the end, just waved his hand gently.

Placing the jade bottle on the table, Bai Ren lowered his eyes, lowered his head and walked out. Outside the tent, snow was still falling. He suddenly felt his eyes wet. He turned around abruptly, opened the tent, and knelt in front of Yue Nanchen with a plop.

The sudden movement disturbed Yue Nanchen who was in love. He opened his eyes, showing a little anger and surprise.

"Master, Bai Ren deserves to die. Bai Ren lied to you. Madam did come here just now. This bottle of medicine was given by Madam. Madam didn't allow me to tell anyone!" Bai Ren's voice was trembling. He knew that this news was the most powerful weapon for the depressed master.

"Really..." Yue Nanchen coughed violently a few times, his body slightly curled up, but with a surprised smile on his face. The smile seemed a little strange amid the low coughing sounds.

Bai Ren looked at Yue Nanchen and suddenly felt an unusual pain in his heart. Is this still the master? Is he still the master who looked down upon the past and the present, cold, bloodthirsty, and intimidating? How deep is the love that the master has for his wife?

"Master, it's true. Madam even gave you acupuncture personally. Master, Madam still cares about you!" Bai Ren whispered, suppressing all the bitterness and pain just now!

Finally suppressing his cough, Yue Nanchen motioned to Bai Ren to take the jade bottle on the table. He held it in his palm lovingly. The delicate touch of the jade bottle was like the feeling in a dream. He tilted his head back, opened the bottle, took out a pill and put it in his mouth. The fresh scent of jasmine made him feel much better.

"Bai Ren, where is she?" Yue Nanchen raised his eyes again and asked in a low voice, his face obviously looking much better.

Bai Ren shook his head, "Bai Ren doesn't know.

Madam put down the medicine and left..."

Yue Nanchen frowned, "She still can't forgive me after all, but she is willing to show up, which means there is still hope. Bai Ren, give the order, reorganize the three armies, and attack Yulu City early tomorrow morning!"

Bai Ren was startled, "Master, your body..."

"No problem!" Yue Nanchen's black eyes flashed with excitement, "If I have to get hurt to see her, I would rather get hurt!" He paused, "Tianwen, just wait, this war is almost over, you will regret your choice!"

Seeing that he had made up his mind, Bai Ren stopped trying to persuade him and just passed on his orders. However, he did not expect that at dawn, Qian Hun would come back with no news about Lan Shuiyao, but brought some very bad news -

Jiang Yan led the giant clam army and began to march towards Yuecheng. The situation in Nanyue, which had just stabilized, fell into another crisis again.

In a house in Yucheng, Lan Yi prepared a midnight snack for Shuiyao who came home late.

"Take it away, I have no appetite!" Shui Yao waved her hand, and her small hand held an old locust tree in the yard and turned around and around. The image of the injured man in her mind, and the irritable feeling, could not be driven away no matter what.

"Yes!" Lan Yi bowed, without saying anything else, and just retreated quietly.

Tired of walking, Shui Yao leaned against the old locust tree, looked up at the red sky, and watched the sun break through the horizon little by little...

In Yulu City, there was another man who stayed awake all night. He was still dressed in green. Even when he became the emperor, he never wore a dragon robe. That gaudy color really didn't suit him. He also had developed feelings for the green robe after wearing it for so long...

A meteor flashed across the sky quickly, and Tianwen's blue eyes suddenly became dark.

Deeply, he lowered his eyes and calculated, his expression suddenly became cold and solemn, and his whole body was shrouded in a layer of solemnity.

"My Lord!" Zhuifeng limped forward. He didn't know why this weapon was so powerful. Even with the best medicine for wounds, the wound didn't heal easily. Strangely, he always felt that there was a foreign object in his leg. After applying the medicine, it didn't get better, but on the contrary, it became more and more painful!

"How is your injury?" Tian Wen quickly concealed his emotions, turned his eyes and asked quietly.

Zhuifeng had no choice but to tell the truth, "My Lord, this weapon is really powerful. My leg hurts so much that it doesn't get better even after applying medicine! I just checked on my brothers' wounds and they were all in the same situation!"

Tianwen's eyes darkened, and he whispered, "Sit down, let me take a look!"

Zhuifeng said hurriedly, "How dare I..."

"Sit down!" Tian Wen said in a light tone, motioning him to sit on the round chair beside him. He bent down, lifted up his trouser legs, and after seeing the inflamed and swollen wound, he slightly darkened his eyes, and Zhuifeng cried out.

Tianwen's expression became more solemn. He stood up and raised his eyes, "There is something in your leg that has not been taken out!"

Zhuifeng was stunned and said anxiously, "I also feel that there is something inside, but the wound is too deep. What kind of hidden weapon is it..."

"Take it out and you'll know!" Tian Wen whispered, turned around and took out a pill, and asked Zhui Feng to hold it in his mouth, "This is Ma Fei San, you will not feel any pain after taking it. That thing is stuck in the gap between your bones, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it in a while!"

Zhuifeng nodded and swallowed the medicine. Then he saw Tianwen took out a sharp blade and tore open the inflamed and swollen wound. Then he exerted force suddenly and a round piece of iron gradually emerged.

Although I took Ma Fei San, the wind still

He felt his heart twitching, his forehead was covered with sweat, and he turned his eyes away, unable to bear to look any longer.

The piece of iron was stuck in the leg bone. Tian Wen's eyes darkened and he quickly picked it out and applied hemostatic medicine on it.

"My lord..." Zhuifeng was sweating profusely and almost fainted.

"Someone, take him down to rest!" Tian Wen bandaged him carefully and ordered in a cold voice.

A guard took Zhuifeng away.

Tianwen brought the round iron sheet under the candlelight and studied it carefully. His eyes darkened and he exclaimed in surprise, "I didn't expect there was a mystery in this iron sheet. No wonder the soldiers' wounds were not healing well!" He sighed and thought about the night scene he had just seen. Could it be that Louxi Country was destined to...

At daybreak, Nanyue attacked the city again. This time, Tianwen did not resist directly, but retreated a hundred miles to station there.

There was jubilation in Yulu City. This victory without fighting made Nanyue's soldiers extremely excited.

With the presence of the God of Death, King Yongnan, and the help of Wuxing Palace, the most mysterious organization in the martial arts world, they firmly believe that the war will soon be over and they can return home and reunite.

In the room of the provincial government, Yue Nanchen had his brows tightly furrowed and did not show the same excitement as other people.

"Eighth brother, what's wrong with you? You look worried? We captured Yulu City without using a single soldier this time, shouldn't you be happy? Why are you..."

Before Yue Nanyu could finish his words, he suddenly leaned over, holding his stomach and groaning. The skin exposed outside his body was faintly black... When he groaned, all the guards in the room covered their stomachs and rolled on the ground.

"What's wrong?" Yue Nanchen stepped forward and checked Yue Nanyu's face. "Poisoned? How could you be poisoned?"