After Being Dedicated To the Tyrant By My Brother

Ye Qianchen sneered, and then crumpled the letter paper into a ball, and threw it on the ground at will, not forgetting to step on both feet, until the paper was crushed to pieces and the writing on it could not be seen clearly.

"..." General Zheng, who had been guarding the side, also saw the writing on the head, and frowned his eyebrows.

Although General Zheng had always guarded the border, he had heard about the night king and even in the palace.

Ji Ruoyu's sister...died...?

Although there were doubts in his mind, General Zheng did not dare to ask. He was very keen on killing intent, knowing that if he asked more now, he might be a disaster.

General Zheng sweated slightly from his eyebrows. He had already sent other people to deliver the letter if he knew it, so why did he take the job of killing him...?

Ye Qianchen stood in place, not knowing what he was thinking about, but his frowning sword eyebrows gradually unfolded, and in the end, he returned to the way he could not see any emotional clues in ordinary days.

"King, please instruct your subordinates..." General Zheng asked with his head hanging down.

"..." Ye Qianchen's voice was cold, and his killing intent filled the military account. "Since Ji Guo's secret. Secret. Army. team has appeared and is no longer hidden in the dark, we finally saw the sky, we too Can't let this opportunity pass. Quickly collect all the information about Ji Guo's army and present it to Gu."

"Yes." General Zheng responded cleanly, retired immediately, and proceeded to reconcile Ji Guo's army that had been hidden in the dark but now exposed.

Ji Guo's army is the last elite left by Ji Guo, and all of them do not lose to the top-notch soldiers in the Dragon and Tiger Army. More importantly, they all have a heart of loyalty and loyalty to Ji Guo.

Even if Ji is dead, they are still willing to be loyal to Ji, and they are willing to devote themselves to the restoration of Ji and die.

This indomitable heart that is not afraid of life and death is the most terrifying weapon of this army.

Ye Qianchen also understands the terrible aspects of this army, but if he wants him to compromise because of this, he will send Ji Ruoqing back to Ji Ruoyu...

Ye Qianchen’s gaze fell on the soft couch, although Ji Ruoqing was tightly covered by the opaque blue gauze tent, only her white wrists could be seen under the lamp in the military tent. Light, white and boundless.

Send her back to Ji Ruoyu...?

Ye Qianchen snorted coldly and left this option behind.

The doctors had already worked out the prescriptions and sent two of them to boil the medicine. The others were still guarding by Ji Ruoqing's soft couch, forming a half circle.

Ye Qianchen watched them staring at the green gauze tent, and felt a little displeased. There was some hostility between his eyebrows, and he asked coldly: "How is your illness?"

"Return to the king, even the adults are not a serious problem. You only need to take the medicine and rest for a few days." It was Dr. Fang who was recognized as the best medical doctor among the group of doctors, and the prescription for Ji Ruoqing just before was mainly him. Idea.

Ye Qianchen nodded his head thoughtfully, and said: "Since you need to rest, go down first and bring the medicine up on time."

"Remember, use the best medicine." Ye Qianchen urged coldly, for fear that these people would be reluctant to take the medicine.

"Yes." Doctor Fang nodded.

"By the way, when will her fever go away?" Ye Qianchen stopped a group of doctors who were just as amnesty, and asked the question of death.

Doctor Fang wiped the sweat from his forehead, and replied cautiously: "After taking the medicine...maybe... it will be better tomorrow."

Ye Qianchen could not wait to cut his neck with a sword when he saw him cowering and hesitating.

It's really a quack.

"Maybe?" Ye Qianchen raised his eyebrows, his handsome face was like the coldest frost in winter.

The sweat on Dr. Fang’s forehead was wiped off, but even heavier, even the temples were a little moist, he replied tremblingly: "If... if you put a cold veil on Adult Lian’s forehead, change it all night. , Tomorrow will be good."

Doctor Fang carefully observed Ye Qianchen's expression, and hurriedly said, "Wang, the younger one can stay here and change the veil for the adults."

I didn’t mention the change of the veil before. Doctor Fang felt that since the adults were not allowed to see them, it would be even more difficult to take care of the change of the veil. The gain was not worth the loss, so I didn't mention it at all.

But now that Ye Qianchen has asked, as a doctor, in order to save his life, he still has to say how to deal with it.

But Ye Qianchen didn't have any other servants around him. This sick adult Lian had originally come to serve him, so who could serve him?

Soldiers in the war are all rough-handed, how can they do such meticulous work of taking care of others.

So Doctor Fang thought about it or decided to volunteer...!

If afterwards... the king wouldn't kill him because he was discovered the secret, then it would really be Amitabha...

Ye Qianchen gave Doctor Fang a cold look, and refused: "You don't have to worry about it, let's go out..."

Ye Qianchen's voice was pretty good at first, but when he said this, it made Doctor Fang feel like he had heard of the heavens. After he quickly responded, he opened the curtain and went out.

"..." Ye Qianchen again instructed the soldiers outside to bring in a wet and clean veil every hour. Only then did the opaque blue veil curtain aside and moved a soft stool to sit next to Ji Ruoqing. Guard her.

Ye Qianchen stared at Ji Ruoqing's cheeks with her eyes closed, her eyebrows deep, with a deep light, as deep as the bottomless long abyss, thoughtfully.

When the cold wet veil and the copper basin filled with cold water came in, Ye Qianchen frowned lightly, soaked the veil in cold water and wrung it out, and stacked it into a long strip and placed it gently on Ji Ruoqing’s smooth forehead. .

It was early autumn, and the water in the middle of the night was cold and bitter, and my fingers were a little numb from the cold.

But Ye Qianchen didn't realize it, his slightly stiff fingers moved away from the clammy veil on Ji Ruoqing's forehead, and then gently pressed the end of Ji Ruoqing's eyebrows.

The eyebrows were curved like a crescent moon, but the red cinnabar mole was missing.

The fingertips were also scorching hot, and the stiff fingers that had touched Ye Qianchen's slight coolness gradually gained warmth.

A piece of cold heart seemed to have gradually become warm.

God knows how excited he is and how lucky he is.

When he was sure that Ji Ruoqing was not dead and that she was still alive, he almost went crazy with joy.

Efforts to restrain the surface emotions did not show up.

It's just now that the night is quiet, he is the only one awake, and he can stay by her side like this.

No one knows how his heart is surging like a huge wave at this moment, or floating in the clouds.

He finally... can see her again and watch her smile.

The wish that Ye Qianchen made to the moonlight that night was really fulfilled, and she was still alive.

But... Ye Qianchen pursed her lips, her fingertips curling around her eyebrows.

Then... can he be more greedy, and make another wish in front of Qingfeng and Mingyue.

It is also a wish he must realize...