Be Careful General's Wife!

"Hurry up." Seeing that she did not move, Song Heng urged him again.

“……” Shen Wan pursed her lips and took a deep breath and put her hand in Song Heng's hand.

Song Heng pulled hard, and she sat on the back of the horse and sat behind Song Heng.

Song Heng took her hand and encircled his waist and whispered, "hold tight, don't fall down."

Shen Wan turned her white eyes behind him, holding the clothes on his waist perfunctorily.

Qiuju saw that his wife got on the general's horse and worried about it. His wife and the general rode together. Who will take her?

Although Zhang San was injured, he could still ride a horse. He got on the horse first, then reached out his hand and said to Qiuju, "if you don't dislike Qiuju, let me take you."

"Good," Qiuju didn't pinch, and she would stretch her hand into Zhang San's. Last time, she had a ride with the prince's family, so she didn't feel anything.

"Good what?" The tree came forward and grabbed Qiuju's wrist, looked at her and said, "the third brother is injured now! How can I take you? I'll take you! "

Smell speech, autumn chrysanthemum busy sorry looking at Zhang San way: "I pour forget this, still let big brother Qiao take me!"

Zhang San GE's body is injured. If she rides with him and meets his wound, it will not hurt him to death.

"Oh..." Zhang San San's hand was withdrawn.

Although he was badly hurt, he still had no problem with him.

The tree first helped Qiuju to mount the horse, then turned over and sat behind Qiuju. Holding the reins is like holding the chrysanthemum.

Wait, it's not right. Shouldn't she be in the back?

Feeling the tree's broad chest, close to his back, breath in her ears, autumn chrysanthemum only feel the temperature around rise, the ear root also red.

If she turns her head, she can see the rising corners of the tree's mouth.

"Drive..."

Under the moonlight, a team of men and horses galloped on the official road.

Shen Wan didn't want to hold Song Heng's waist, but this guy rode too fast. For her own personal safety, she still held Song Heng's waist.

After the horse had run for a while, Shen Wan suddenly felt that his arm was moist and hot.

She took out her hand from Song Heng's waist, looked up and smelled it. It was a strong smell of blood.

Although Song Heng was just fighting with the man in black, his body was stained with blood, but it was also with warm blood, which was definitely not someone else's.

"You Injured? " Shen Wan asked, twisting her eyebrows.

Song Heng subconsciously looked at his shoulder. When fighting with the man in black, he was stabbed in the right shoulder. But it wasn't serious, so he didn't care. Because of the bumpy ride, there was a lot of bleeding in the wound.

"Minor injuries are not in the way."

"It's OK to shed so much blood?" Shen Wan's tone of voice is a little more urgent.

Is he human or not! Hurt, shed so much blood, even pain do not say a word even, even said that it is not in the way. Really, relying on their own strong body, they don't take the injury seriously. Little injury? Is not to hurt his heart, liver, spleen, lung and kidney, lack of arm, broken leg son, just calculate big injury?

Song Heng Leng for a moment, although her tone is a little urgent, but it shows concern.

He said with a smile: "really not in the way, otherwise, after you go back, you bandage the wound for me, have a look to know."

"Ha ha, you just..." Shen Wan wanted to sneer at Song Heng, but after thinking about his words carefully, he found something wrong.

"Who's going to bandage your wound?" She's not a doctor. Why do you bandage him.