Although Nangong Ling's eyes were like looking at a dead person, Dong Yi still said bravely: "Actually, I came here because I wanted to thank Miss Feng."

Nangong Ling looked at him unexpectedly.

Dong Yi said seriously: "Miss Feng said that the weapon used by the barbarians this time was a kind of saltpeter used by alchemists in the Western Regions."

"It's a coincidence that when I was inspecting the fine works in the city yesterday, I happened to be suspicious of a group of people who were said to be alchemists."

At this point, it is very clear.

This group of people must have something to do with this weird saltpeter weapon.

Nangong Ling nodded slightly, her face visibly getting better, "Thank you for coming back tomorrow, she is unwell."

Dong Yi raised his eyebrows, because Nangong Ling's natural attitude made him more and more confused. What is the relationship between the two?

After a pause, he looked at Nangong Ling's face again and said, "King Sheng, there are many wounded people in the city. I'm afraid I will have to trouble Miss Feng tomorrow."

Nangong Ling wanted to refuse, but thinking of Feng Jiuqing's temper, she swallowed her words.

"You find her yourself." was all he could say in the end.

Dong Yi immediately laughed.

If it weren't for something wrong, he would actually like to ask why Nangong Ling didn't bring the witty girl from Yaowang Valley, but had a different attitude towards this girl Feng.

After regaining his composure, Dong Yi touched his nose again and asked with a shy face: "Your Highness, can the people who have been captured this time be handed over to me for interrogation?"

This is the real purpose of his trip.

Nangong Ling's counterattack was a complete success and captured all the barbarian cavalry on the hillside.

Dong Yi was filled with admiration, he was indeed the God of Killing!

Among this group of prisoners, he also recognized a few familiar faces that he often interacted with, especially Marton.

Marton's status among the barbarians is not low. It would be great if he could find out something.

Nangong Ling glanced at him lightly, with exactly this in mind.

So he said: "Then let's go together, I, the king, will listen."

Dong Yi immediately beamed, "Thank you very much, King Sheng, please."

…

The chatter outside the house gradually faded away, and Feng Jiuqing, who was leaning against the door frame and unable to calm down for a long time, slowly sat on a chair inside the house.

Apart from her complicated feelings towards Nangong Ling, she finally faced up to her heart problem.

This is the third time this has happened.

Inexplicable attacks, accompanied by increasingly severe pain...

She decisively checked her pulse, but just like the previous times, she found no problem, which made her look solemn.

What's wrong with her?

Poisoned?

But in the next few days, Feng Jiuqing couldn't care about her own situation.

The wounded in the attack on the inn took away most of her energy. Feng Jiuqing and several doctors worked together all day long, taking good care of the wounded without even touching the ground.

General Dong Yi came to visit the wounded soldiers in the wounded barracks in his spare time, and he felt a little apologetic when he saw them.

"Ahem, Miss Feng, you are not in good health yet, so you should pay more attention to your health."

Feng Jiuqing looked at this general-level man who came to her side with confusion, "Thank you for your concern, sir. My physical condition is still good, so I won't delay things."

Dong Yi nodded slightly, with a little more appreciation for Feng Jiuqing in his eyes.

For the vast majority of women who cannot read a single word, medical books are difficult to read, so most doctors are men.

But after getting to know him in a few days, he realized that among this group of doctors, Feng Jiuqing's treatment effect was the best.

Dong Yi suddenly became somewhat interested in a strange woman like Feng Jiuqing.

He tentatively asked: "I wonder where Miss Feng went to seek medical treatment before?"

Feng Jiuqing paused for a long time, then smiled without leaving a trace and said: "Wherever there is a need for doctors, naturally go there."

Both are smart people.

She could tell that Dong Yi was testing how she and Nangong Ling knew each other, so Dong Yi naturally understood that she was avoiding the important and taking the easy.

General Dong was a sensible person, so he touched his nose, chatted for a few words, and was about to leave.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked outside, he saw Nangong Ling, who had just taken off his armor, walking towards him outside the wounded barracks.

"Prince Sheng, you're here too." He coughed dryly.

Feng Jiuqing hadn't been back to the house much in the past few days, so he thought that if Nangong Ling cared about Feng Jiuqing, he might have to come over.

Look, he really guessed it right.

Nangong Ling nodded, as if she didn't see the gossip in his eyes, and only said, "It's not as considerate as General Dong's leaving the urgent work at hand and coming to comfort the wounded soldiers."

These words made a group of wounded soldiers so moved that their eyes turned red.

Only Dong Yi could tell that Nangong Ling was mocking him for coming here to gossip when he had nothing to do!

He laughed twice, said a few words in a pretentious manner, and then hurried away.

Nangong Ling then strode into the tent.

At a glance, he saw Feng Jiuqing's back walking out in the crowd.

Without any scruples, Nangong Ling strode over and held her hand holding the medicine.

Feng Jiuqing's wrists were slender and much thinner than when she was in the palace.

Feng Jiuqing had to stop.

She frowned, hating herself for not walking faster, and also a little angry that Nangong Ling ignored her identity and held her hand in front of everyone.

Didn’t you see a group of soldiers looking over with gossip?

"What are you doing?" Feng Jiuqing maintained the coldness on her face and asked coolly.

Nangong Ling glanced at the work she was doing, and quickly pulled her outside.

"I heard from An Qi that you haven't gone back to have a good rest in a few days."

Feng Jiuqing avoided the eyes of others and said angrily: "Nangong Ling, are you worrying too much? What does my matter have to do with you?"

Nangong Ling's expression did not change, "Since you appear in front of me, you are related to me."

Feng Jiuqing folded her arms and sneered.

"Don't you just doubt me? Since you don't trust me so much, I will leave immediately when this matter is over."

Nangong Ling frowned slightly, and there was an incomprehensible depth in her eyes.

"You don't have to go anywhere in particular. The matter in Huacheng will be solved soon." Nangong Ling took a long time to speak, and then said, "Those who are clean, clean themselves."

"Isn't what you said contradictory? I am honest, but you may not think so too."

Feng Jiuqing rolled her eyes at him and smiled, but she couldn't help but yawn, and there was a hint of tiredness in her eyes.

Leaving the work of dispensing medicines that required full concentration, her nerves relaxed and she felt the fatigue was delayed.

Nangong Ling missed the sight of her heartache and suddenly said: "Yue'er will be here tomorrow."

He knew that Feng Jiuqing didn't care about him, but she cared about Nangong Yue.

And this has now become the best communication topic between the two.

Feng Jiuqing's eyes lit up slightly, and she looked at him with a sincere look.

But he quickly disagreed and said: "The situation in Chaodu is not optimistic. If you bring her to Huacheng, wouldn't it be more dangerous?"

"Only by your side can I feel at ease." Nangong Ling's eyelids drooped slightly, and a glimmer of light flickered in her eyes.
Chapter completed!