"Cough cough cough..." Qiao Mao lay halfway on the couch, his face looked angry, and he coughed angrily: "Gongming... are you going to abandon Dongjun?... Ignore all the people in Dongjun?" He was extremely excited and coughed even more.

Song Shijiang hurriedly stroked Qiao Mao's shoulder and said, "Mr. Qiao treats me as much as a mountain, how could he ignore Dongjun?... I regard Dongjun as if I am Dongping."

"Since it's normal,... what's wrong with me entrusting Dongjun to you?" Qiao Mao panted like thunder, coughed a few more times, and continued, "What's more, I have two things to entrust with Dongjun to the same..."

Song Shijiang nodded and said, "Mr. Qiao, let's talk about it."

Qiao Mao's weak head slightly turned to Qiao, who was full of sadness, and his godless eyes showed reluctance: "I... there are two girls under my knees, all of whom are regarded as treasures, and I hope they find a good husband and live happily in this life..." He slowly turned his head back, his thin fingers moved, and grabbed Song Shijiang's hand who was holding him, and said, "Now... Ping'er... Ping'er..." His other hand was struggling to raise it. Da Qiao hurriedly held his father's hand, and his cheeks were full of tears, saying, "Dad, Ping'er is..."

Qiao Mao grabbed Song Shijiang with one hand and Da Qiao with the other, and said weakly: "You two will marry next month... happy for your father... happy... Gongming, you must treat my Ping'er well, she... she... cough cough, I lost my mother since I was a child, I have been using a sword since I was a child... you must treat her well... I wonder if I can survive until August... fifteen..." His speech became more and more laborious, intermittent, and even some ideas were incoherent, but everyone could still understand the meaning.

"Dad..." Da Qiao couldn't bear it and lay on his head to his father's bed and cried sadly.

"Don't worry, my father-in-law, Jiang will be kind to the screen, respect each other as guests, and raise his eyebrows together..." Song Shijiang held Qiao Mao's hand, looked at Qiao Mao, and even stared at Da Qiao, and said.

After saying that, he asked the miracle doctor An Daoquan next to him with his eyes. An Daoquan smiled bitterly at Song Shijiang and shook his head gently. Song Shijiang thought for a while, and said to Qiao Mao: "Brother-in-law, tomorrow... tomorrow... I will get married with Ping'er. My father-in-law can watch Ping'er get married..."

Qiao Mao's gray face showed a smile, his heavy eyes opened a little, and he said, "Ahem... so... so good... I'll leave with peace of mind... I won't miss the screen... but I feel wronged Gongming..."

Song Shijiang understood that Qiao Mao was a kind father. He was about to die, but he was still thinking about Da Qiao, for fear that he would die. Da Qiao wanted to stay and could not get married, but he missed his good years. Song Shijiang also understood why Qiao Mao said he was wronged. He was a prince and marriage was not a joke. The wedding date was scheduled on August 15th. As soon as Chen Gong arranged for the invitation and marriage, things were arranged for half a year, and they were all in an orderly manner. But now it has suddenly changed. What should the guests do? What should they do if the marriage was originally arranged in Dongping Wuyan?

Song Shijiang shook his head gently and comforted him: "Brother-in-law, you can do it well. It's better to choose a date than to meet the day. Tomorrow, you will get married in the prefect's house."

Qiao Mao was very pleased and grabbed Song Shijiang and said with a finger: "Some... I didn't know the wrong person..." He gasped for a while and continued: "The second thing..."

His head was slightly raised, as if he was about to struggle. After such struggle, his cough became even worse, "cough cough cough..."

Song Shijiang hurriedly supported him and said, "My father-in-law said that."

Qiao Mao leaned against Song Shijiang's body, stretched out his thin hand, gently stroked Xiao Qiao's small head, and gasped and said, "Ping'er followed you, I'm relieved. I can't rest assured... I'm fan... fan. After my death, she lost all her parents... cough cough cough..." Qiao Mao was excited and couldn't help but cough loudly, almost like he was about to cough out his liver and lungs.

"Dad...Dad..." Xiao Qiao's swollen eyes were even more bursting with tears, and she couldn't cry. She hugged her father's hand tightly.

"Gongming...hehe...you must take good care of Fan'er...it must...it must..." Qiao Mao was extremely excited, grabbed Song Shijiang's hand tightly and said hard.

"Brother-in-law... don't worry... I have my life as a guarantee, and I will take good care of Fan'er. And Ping'er... I won't let the two suffer a little..." Song Shijiang responded solemnly.

"Master..." An Daoquan saw Qiao Mao's expression on the side and said worriedly: "Prince Qiao is exhausted, so lord should let the prefect rest first..."

Song Shijiang nodded, helped Qiao Mao lie down, and said, "Brother-in-law, rest with peace of mind, we... let's go out first..."

Qiao Mao panted like thunder and said weakly: "Go, go and clean up the mess first... I'm tired, I want to rest... I want to see you get married..."

Da Qiao stood up, wiped the tears from her face, and said to Song Shijiang: "Sanlang... Then let's go out first. Fan... You guard your father..."

Before everyone could leave the inner room, many generals from both sides rushed to the scene, including Hu Yanzhuo, Lu Zhishen, Wu Song, Dian Wei, and Zhang Qing who followed along the way.

Lu Zhishen asked in a deep voice: "Lord, what's wrong with Prefect Qiao?"

Song Shijiang shook his head, looked heavy, and said hatefully: "Liu Dai is despicable, I will tear him to pieces!"

Wu Song also asked, but he asked Daqiao: "Miss Qiao, have you ever seen my brother Zhang Qing and sister-in-law Sun Erniang?"

Da Qiao looked at Wu Song with pretty eyes, and saw Wu Song being handsome, with long hair floating, and as awe-inspiring as a god. He knew that it must be Wu Song, the sworn brother of Zhang Qing and Sun Erniang, and she punched Wu Song.

Wu Song hurriedly returned the gift.

Da Qiao clasped his fists and said, "The general must be Wu Erlang, the general of the tiger and wolf, as Erniang said. In the battle in Puyang, it was thanks to General Zhang and Erniang, who both of them worked very hard..."

Wu Song returned to the liberty and said, "Working for the lord and Miss Qiao, where is loyalty and righteousness. I dare to ask where my brothers are now, and Wu Song can't find it all on the battlefield."

Da Qiao looked sad and said, "General Zhang and his wife are in my prefect's house. They are just seriously injured..."

While he was talking, a servant in the mansion was already moving forward in panic and shouted in panic: "Miss... Miss... Then the second mother can't do it..."

"What?" Everyone, including Song Shi, Jiang Wusong, changed their mood when they heard this.

"Take me there..." Wu Song's long hair moved when he heard the sound, his eyes emitting a cold light. He stepped on the servant's collar and shouted: "Hurry, take me there..."

"Let's go! Go and see..." Song Shijiang said hurriedly, "Doctor An...Doctor An...Quick..."

Everyone rushed to the side hall with the servants.

There are two beds inside and outside in the side hall, and there is no one on the bed outside, leaving only blood stains.

Everyone was shocked and looked again. They saw a man lying on the other couch, while the other half-kneeled on the ground, hugging the man on the couch tightly. The half-kneeler took off his armor, wearing only a blood-stained shirt, wrapped in a white cloth towel, and shouting anxiously: "The husband... The husband... The husband... The husband... The husband..." The cry was urgent and the cry was so sad. It was Zhang Qing, the vegetable garden. The man lying on the couch was wrapped in cloth. The cloth on his chest was soaked in blood. His face was pale, his eyes were closed, silent. It was the mother Yasha Sun Erniang.

"Ah... Er Niang..." Wu Song roared sadly, rushed forward with a big step, and half-kneeled beside Zhang Qing, roaring: "How could this happen? How could this happen?"

Zhang Qing looked up and saw that it was Wu Song, and shouted sadly: "Brother Wu Song, Er Niang, Er Niang can't do it..."

Wu Song's eyes were bloodshot, and he quickly stretched out his strong and powerful palms to grab Zhang Qing's collar like pliers, and shouted: "Why is this happening? Why don't you take care of her! She is your wife!..."

Zhang Qing let Wu Song grab the collar and shouted sadly: "Brother, brother, blame me! blame me!..."

Seeing that both of them were not awake and did not know the priorities, Song Shijiang hurriedly spoke: "Brother Zhang Qing, Brother Wu Song... You two are quiet first. Doctor An is here, let Doctor An treat..."

Wu Song and Zhang Qing hurriedly gave up their seats.

Doctor An knelt down in front of the bed, looked at the sound and asked questions, and reached out to take Sun Erniang's pulse.

Soon after, he withdrew his fingers, but his face looked solemn, stroking his beard gently, without saying a word.

Seeing this, everyone was solemn.

Zhang Qing knelt down and cried, "My doctor, you must save my wife. I can exchange my life for it..."

After Wu Song was anxious, he calmed down and helped Doctor An and shouted in a deep voice: "Divine Doctor, I, Wu Song, stand up to the sky and never ask for anyone in my life. This time I, Wu Song, asked for a Doctor, and I must save my brother and sister. If I have any orders, I will respond to the great kindness of the doctor..."

An Daoquan held Zhang Qing and said to Wu Song. Zhang Qing: "Brother Wu Song, brother Zhang Qing, you and I are both brothers who work together to live and die together. You two are talking like this, but you are disgusted... Er Niang, she is bleeding too much, her heart is sometimes lost, and she is seriously injured..."

Da Qiao and Hu Sanniang were beside him. Hearing An Daoquan's words, he couldn't help but feel sad and sobbed in a low voice.

Zhang Qing's black and thin body was even more paralyzed.

Wu Song suddenly had long hair without wind, his eyes were red and blood-stained, and two terrifying and violent murderous aura spread throughout the side hall. Wu Song gritted his teeth and roared: "If your brother and sister die, there will be all military horses in Yanzhou. I want them to be buried with my second mother!"

Everyone couldn't help but shivered.

An Daoquan turned cold and said, "Two brothers, don't mess up your hands and feet. Although Er Niang's injuries are serious, they are not unhelpful. Next, I have to do my best to rescue him. However, I can't promise, can Er Niang be resurrected?"

When Zhang Qing heard this, he said hurriedly: "The miracle doctor should treat him quickly, but there is a glimmer of hope, and he will treat him."

Song Shijiang also said: "My doctor, please treat it quickly. What medicine is needed, even if you say it..."

Doctor An shook his head and said, "Lord, brothers. Erniang's sores are too deep and she loses too much blood. The only way to help is to replenish blood..."

Song Shijiang suddenly realized and suddenly realized what Dr. An said that Sun Erniang was too seriously injured and bleeding too much, and needed blood transfusion urgently. The ancients did not have a blood transfusion method, so too many soldiers died of injuries and excessive blood loss. This is what Sun Erniang is facing now.
Chapter completed!