Feng Jiuqing walked out of the camp and saw that the entire mountain forest was illuminated like daylight by the held-up torches.

In the mountains and forests, there are soldiers crawling on the ground vomiting everywhere. Some of them are even lying on the ground and have lost consciousness.

A military doctor was walking among the soldiers, diagnosing their pulses.

Feng Jiuqing frowned slightly, feeling uneasy in her heart.

Nangong Ling's camp was not far from Feng Jiuqing. Before she even got close, she saw Nangong Ling in armor, standing not far away with many generals, and a thin figure kneeling in front of Nangong Ling.

"Say what you just said again."

As soon as Feng Jiuqing approached, she heard Nangong Ling's cold voice.

She looked towards the ground and saw that the person kneeling in front of Nangong Ling was Xiao Huzi, whom she had not seen for a few days. Just like the first time she saw him, he was wearing loose armor, but he was not as handsome as when she had faced Nangong Ling a few days ago.

He was cautious, but a little more determined.

Before Feng Jiuqing could speak, she heard Xiao Huzi's voice ringing in the forest.

"Your Majesty, what I just said is true. All this was ordered by the princess, and the poison was given to me by the princess. I am willing to swear on my life!"

Feng Jiuqing was stunned, and for a moment she thought she had heard wrong. Before she could react, she saw a cold light flash before her eyes, and a sharp sword suddenly pierced her heart.

"Do you have anything to explain?"

Nangong Ling held the sword tightly and asked coldly.

The blood instantly dyed Feng Jiuqing's robe red. She looked down at the sharp sword that pierced her heart, slowly raised her head to look at the person in front of her, looked at it quietly for a while, then raised her lips and smiled sarcastically, "

The prince was stabbed before asking me for an explanation, don’t you think it’s too late?”

After saying that, Feng Jiuqing took a step back and let the sword be pulled out from her heart, bringing out a stream of blood.

"Brother Ling!"

Miaoyu came over, with a little pity and guilt in his tone.

"Yu'er has already prescribed medicine, but there are not many medicinal materials available during the march. Yu'er can only do his best."

As he said this, Miaoyu looked at Feng Jiuqing again, with tears in his eyes, and his tone became more choked up.

"Sister Princess, I know you are dissatisfied with Yu'er and hate that Yu'er is by Brother Ling's side. If you want to vent your anger on me, why bother to implicate some innocent soldiers? This war has lasted for more than a year, and they have not

He did not die on the battlefield, but died on the way back to the capital."

Feng Jiuqing did not respond to the witticism, but raised her hand to cover the wound and slowly walked towards Xiao Huzi who was kneeling on the ground.

Xiao Huzi realized that Feng Jiuqing was approaching and subconsciously shrank back.

Feng Jiuqing knelt in front of Xiao Huzi. She originally had a lot to ask, but at this moment, she felt that it seemed meaningless. She remembered the scene where he secretly stuffed her with meat, and the scene where he blew out candles with hope in his eyes.

, remembering the scene where he showed a pale smile and called her princess sister...

"I just want to ask you, is it true or not that your mother is sick?"

Xiao Huzi seemed to be ready to be questioned by Feng Jiuqing. He didn't expect Feng Jiuqing to ask about his mother's illness when he opened his mouth. He was slightly startled, and then nodded lightly.

A tear slipped from the corner of Feng Jiuqing's eyes. She looked at the young man in front of her and smiled, then got up from the ground and walked towards the body covered with white cloth in the distance.

Almost as soon as Feng Jiuqing left Xiao Huzi's side, Nangong Ling's sword swiped across Xiao Huzi's neck. Xiao Huzi's body suddenly stiffened, and his head with wide eyes slowly rolled down from his neck.

At Feng Jiuqing's feet, blood suddenly spurted out from her head.

"ah!"

Miaoyu screamed in fright and hid in Nangong Ling's arms.

Feng Jiuqing paused, covering the wound with one hand, and clenched her fist tightly with the other hand hanging by her side. She did not look at the head on the ground, but stood there and closed her eyes to cover the tears in her eyes.

Lifting his feet, he crossed over the bloody head and walked towards the distance.

After lifting the white cloth and looking at the symptoms of the dead soldiers, and checking the pulses of several soldiers whose whole bodies were convulsing and rolling on the ground in pain, Feng Jiuqing got up from the ground.

"Wow...wow..."

Suddenly a crow flew over from a distance and landed on the treetops, calling.

The surroundings were very quiet, so quiet that one could only hear the wails of soldiers all over the ground. Everyone looked at Feng Jiuqing. Although they were confused, no one said anything to stop her, and the decapitated body had already fallen.

The ground gradually cools down.

Seeing Feng Shengyi feeding medicine to a soldier with abdominal pain, Feng Jiuqing walked over, grabbed the medicine bowl and took a sip. Before Feng Shengyi could speak, she stuffed the medicine bowl back. After a moment, Feng Jiuqing

Qing spit out the medicine he drank and said calmly.

“Raw eggs can cure this poison!”

After saying that, Feng Jiuqing covered her wound and walked towards her tent.

Just when she was about to walk out of everyone's sight, Feng Jiuqing suddenly stopped, turned around slowly, and glanced across everyone one by one, looking at Nangong Ling.

"Nangong Ling, when you take them to the Western Regions, you should know that some of them will definitely not be able to come back. The imperial capital is thousands of miles away from the Western Regions. There is very little information that I can detect, so don't put your

The blame for incompetence lies with me.”

"And the information I can only detect, if Feng Xiye captures a Dayan soldier, I can get the same information, or even more!"

Nangong Ling protected the witty words in her arms with one hand and held the sword in the other, raising her eyes to look at the woman in the distance quietly.

Feng Jiuqing was wearing a black robe, standing coldly in the forest, with three thousand black hair draped behind her, her hair flying, and a stunning face with a little blood stains. Under the light of the torch, she was as beautiful as a dream.

, and just like the dark night, everything loses its color in an instant.

For some reason, Nangong Ling suddenly remembered the laughter on the march these days.

She was put into the prison car by him. She was not begging like a woman, nor was she ashen-faced as a prisoner. She was open-minded, free and easy, without any trace of sadness.

…

When Feng Shengyi received Nangong Ling's order to see Feng Jiuqing's injuries, he opened the curtain and saw Feng Jiuqing, pale in appearance, staring blankly at a pile of burned grass ashes.

"princess!"

Feng Shengyi approached with a medicine box and said hello.

Feng Jiuqing came back to her senses and ignored Feng Shengyi. Instead, she looked at the burned plant ashes on the ground. She tried it with her hands. Seeing that the plant ashes were not that hot, she grabbed a handful, tore open her clothes and pressed them on the ground.

on the bleeding wound.

Feng Shengyi was stunned and even forgot about the taboo.

"Do you still plan to continue watching?"

Feng Jiuqing used plant ash to stop the bleeding and spoke calmly.

Only then did Feng Shengyi react. He turned around hurriedly and suddenly remembered something. He turned his back to Feng Jiuqing and took out a porcelain bottle from the medicine box. He put it aside. He took the medicine box and planned to leave. He just walked to the door and walked slightly.

After a pause, he turned back to look at Feng Jiuqing.

"If the princess is not the one who poisoned her, why does she know the antidote?"

Feng Jiuqing chuckled and raised her eyes coldly.
Chapter completed!