Don't be tempted, sir

Chapter 127 Unbearable

A Lianyi lowered his eyes to look at Shen Yining who was begging him, pulled her arm to help her stand up, and looked at her beautiful eyebrows frowned in pain as she saw blood oozing from the corner of her mouth.

"Yining is so cruel to herself for him!" She reached out and took out the antidote from her sleeve and fed it to Shen Yining.

Shen Yining raised her hand to spit it out before swallowing it, but Alianyi covered her mouth and forced her to swallow it: "Shen Yining, live well. It's not difficult to find an antidote for him!"

He picked up the weak Shen Yining and put her on the bed, looking at her coldly: "Have a good rest. You said before that you would do anything to get the cure. I am waiting. When you are well, get up and fulfill your promise."

Shen Yining looked at his departing back, closed her eyes, and finally saw the light! Just as the Saint said, the antidote will appear when the breath is almost gone.

Yao Jiu sat down, felt the pulse and comforted her: "Miss Shen, what if you won the bet? I'm afraid you can't bear the promise to fulfill! In fact, the young master's poison has been mostly cured. You will just be a little weak in the future. Be afraid of the cold, don't get angry, and don't do anything strenuous, and you will survive."

Shen Yining opened his eyes, looked at the bed curtain above his head, and recalled: "What you said can only make him live in this world. Sister Yao has never seen his previous appearance. Xu... Xiaoyuan himself must be meaningless, but I don't want to!"

Having seen the handsome young man who was full of vigor and courage and was determined to protect the world, Song Xiaoyuan would definitely be determined to abandon everything. However, as a lover, how could Shen Yining bear to let him do so?

Yao Jiu felt her pulse. Long-term illnesses cannot be cured in a short time, but the pulse is stable at the moment: "Rest for a few days, Miss Shen, don't gamble with your body. Fortunately, the coldness has not reached the heart. If it really reaches that point, it will be difficult to get pregnant in the future even if you save her! Miss Shen is young, don't do things that you will regret later..."

"Thanks for the reminder. Thank you for the trip, Sister Yao."

"I did a good deed to your family in the Shen Mansion before, no need to thank me... Take care, Miss Shen." Yao Jiu left the bedroom. Love really makes people fearless...

The ladies entered the hall to clean up the mess. Shen Yining closed his eyes to rest. What on earth should he do to get the antidote... This body was too tired, and he fell into a deep sleep while thinking about it.

Tonight, Song Xiaoyuan squatted alone beside the charcoal fire in the tent, watching the crackling coals, his face slightly red. There was a cold wind that night, and although he was wearing a fur coat, he still had a cold and a low-grade fever for many days. His body was too weak to suppress the poison, but fortunately he could still bear it.

It was warm in the tent, and Song Xiaoyuan couldn't carry water, so he boiled hot water in the charcoal stove. He undressed and washed his left chest. After resting for many days, the wound healed a lot. Although the scar was hideous and embarrassing, it had healed a lot and stopped bleeding.

Pombal came back from Huansha Valley injured, and he did capture many of Loulan's old men, but Awu was missing... At this moment, the injured Hanging Hand Wuruo directly opened the curtain and walked in from the outside. Song Xiaoyuan had not put on his clothes yet and had his back to the door. When Pombal walked in, he saw at a glance a long light pink scar on his back and a sword wound on his left shoulder.

Song Xiaoyuan took off his shirt, with the belt hanging around his waist, exposing his entire upper body. He turned around and looked at Pombal who had barged in with cold eyes: "What's the matter..."

It would have been better if he didn't turn around. Pombal would have thought that he was just being abused. But when he turned around, he saw the hideous wound on his left chest... Even after years of fighting, he had never seen such a tragic scene.

"You, were you pierced by a spear?" Pombal asked.

Song Xiaoyuan threw away his handkerchief, put on his sleeves and put on his clothes. He didn't answer but just asked, "What's the matter?"

Bombard came back to his senses: "Oh, I just came to tell you that your servant is a coward! He ran away when the wind and sand were raging!"

"Oh? It turns out that General Pang has kidnapped him. I was wondering why I haven't seen him for so many days."

Pombal was embarrassed and turned to ask: "Your wound looks like it was caused by a Royal Guards spear."

"Well, what happened to the prisoners and slaves?" Song Xiaoyuan said calmly, without any emotion at all.

At this moment, Pombal realized that this person was not simple. The sword wound on his left shoulder was superimposed on the arrow piercing his back. When he turned around, the same happened on his right shoulder, proving that they were all pierced. Previously, he thought he was weak... Now seeing the hideous wound on his left chest, it is suspicious that he could be so indifferent.

Pombal asked arrogantly: "Your servant said half of it, saying that if you are well... let's see if you can fight with me if you are well enough!"

"No, these injuries are caused by the torture of prisoners and slaves. I am powerless." Song Xiaoyuan refused calmly.

Pombal suddenly felt bored after hearing this: ".....Do you want to find out whether your servant is dead or alive?"

"No need. Since he can escape, he is free."

"That's okay. The old Loulan people are indeed suffering from Shagu, except for a few key figures! Come and analyze it when you have time." Pombal lifted the curtain and went out. This man had no emotion at all. Talking to him always felt like I was jumping into a trap.

Song Xiaoyuan knew where the main characters were. Whether he could leave Qiang State depended on whether these people could survive.

Awu got off his camel in the chaos and wind, and followed the stars to enter the valley. He informed Loulan before Pombal. At first, they didn't believe it and wanted to kill Awu, but fortunately the sentry in front reminded them that it was true. Several leaders followed Awu to escape, but as soon as they left, the Qiang soldiers killed them. Now they rushed to the three states occupied by the Liao Kingdom to take shelter.

"My king, are we really going to flee to Kash with this foreigner?"

The King of Loulan is already halfway through his life, and he is exhausted after fleeing for months. He is unwilling to see Loulan fall into his hands in pieces...

Ah Wu looked at the hesitation of several people and said anxiously: "It's too late. If you flee to Zhaosu now to lure the Qiang soldiers, and our army is discovered, Loulan will be gone."

The King of Loulan was surprised: "You, how do you know about the army?"

"Don't worry about how I know. Are you going to leave or not at this moment?" Ah Wu didn't know, of course, it was his own son's calculation. If they didn't leave, then Ah Wu would resort to force! Saving the son was more important than anything else.

The Qiang army came, and most of the guards were resisting and delaying the king to leave first. Now only a few people were brought out. The king looked at Awu holding the sword tightly and had to raise his hand to agree: "How can we enter Kashgar? Can you really protect our safety if we go in?"

"Don't worry, let's go!"

The group changed into refugee clothes, and with their faces and lips cracked by the wind and sand, they blended in with the refugees and headed to Kashgar without any sense of awkwardness.

Liao soldiers were stationed at the gate of Kash City, blocking the crowds of refugees. Awu led a group of people to squeeze through the crowd and said, "Follow me closely!"

The king was saddened to see his people being displaced and himself in such a predicament. A minister at the side supported the king tightly and said, "Let's go, Your Majesty. I will support you."

The king endured the pain and pushed through the crowd to move forward. After a while, he squeezed to the front and Ah Wu waved towards the city gate: "Hey~~~Hey~~~~"

He raised his spear to stop the approaching Qiang soldier and said, "Who are you? Don't come any closer."

"You don't know me, but your general knows me. I'm from Liao! Can you be flexible with me?" Song Xiaoyuan didn't have any badge this time, and Awu didn't bring any credentials when he rode out with Xuan Ji, so now he could only pretend to be familiar with his face.