After taking Ganoderma lucidum and grass, Mei Xueyi recovered from the cold in less than half a day.

But Xujun didn't let her get out of bed. He put his hands on her left and right ears, his eyes flashed with dark lights, and threatened her that if she dared to get out of bed, he would let her not get out of bed for at least three days.

Mei Xueyi knew that he did have this strength.

So she honestly lay down on the white jade couch, quietly feeling the aura remaining in her body.

Although the mortal realm is thin, it has been able to condense one or two fairy grasses for thousands of years, which is far from enough for cultivation, but it can prolong life, cure chronic diseases, and strengthen the body.

Such a rare treasure, Wei Jinzhao actually used it to treat her wind and cold.

This foolish lord is really crazy and prodigal.

Mei Xueyi sighed and tried to dredge the meridians.

This physical aptitude is not bad or not. If he was born in an immortal gate and had enough cultivation resources, he would be able to cultivate to an upper-middle level.

Demon cultivation doesn't pay much attention to aptitude, and the most important thing is the word ‘holding’. Generally speaking, hatred is deeper than love, so demonic cultivators are often bitter, ferocious and cruel.

Hate...

Mei Xueyi suddenly realized that she seemed to be unable to find a reason to return to the magic way.

At the beginning, she was a cultivator of a small sect. That sect was called Feihuo Jianzong, an ordinary sect. The disciples were intrigued and scrambled to climb up. The lord was a cloaked beast, who was an illegitimate child everywhere.

She is an ordinary disciple in the sect, and her aptitude is not bad or not, and her status is not high or low.

She forgot why she abandoned her cultivation base and stepped into the magical path cruelly.

She only knew that afterwards, the magic power was great, and when she returned from the devil with the puppet ‘Bamboo’, the first thing she did was to slaughter the Feihuo Sword Sect Man Sect.

She didn't remember what kind of hatred she had with this sect, but she only remembered that she was scarlet when she saw the world.

Thinking about it further, my heart hurt again. However, the pain this time seemed to have settled a little, and the empty place was filled with a ray of mirror-like shadow.

Faint Jun is back.

In the past few days, he was busy preparing for the battle and only came back to accompany her at night.

There was a bloody storm in the past, but no sound of the wind could pass into the harem. Her Chaomu Palace was peaceful and peaceful.

Xujun approached the bed quietly.

She didn't open her eyes, pretending to be asleep.

She could feel him staring at her all the time, his breath was so light that he almost disappeared, and only when he couldn't hold back his cough, would he make a low gasp.

He didn't want to disturb her at all.

What a morbid favor.

I woke up that day and found him sitting next to the bed guarding her.

"Queen, it's time to go." His voice was hoarse and gentle.

Mei Xueyi was startled: "Am I going too?"

"Of course," he frowned and stroked her cheek, "how can he let his beloved wife stay alone."

He took her out of the bedroom.

Seeing the carts full of her clothes, cream powder, snacks, spices and the rows of court ladies who were waiting on her side, she couldn't help but fiercely jumped the corner of her eyes.

Is this the appearance of going out to fight?

She felt that even if she hadn't died in the hands of Wujun, she would have to be beheaded by the enemy.

Sorrowful.

He held her hand and boarded his master with her.

The marching leader led two lieutenants on horseback to clear the way for the monarch. Mei Xueyi was surprised to find that one of the lieutenants was actually Shen Xiuzhu.

Wei Jinzhao lazily embraced her shoulders, his pale thin lips pressed to the side of her ears: "Tie Shen Xiuzhu and go on the road together. Only then will Dingguo Shen Pingcheng, the old fox, be determined to guard the border of Qishu alone."

Mei Xueyi was slightly surprised, and turned her head to look at him.

Unexpectedly, this faint king actually considered the back line of defense. It's incredible.

In her mind, he is already the kind of arrogant who thinks that he can be invincible in the world by himself.

"If you can't beat it, the orphan will let Shen Xiuzhu take you away and fly high." He gently drew close to her, rubbing her ear bones with a low voice, "What does the queen think?"

"No way. I'm only with Your Majesty, not going anywhere." Mei Xueyi was not fooled at all.

His chest trembles slightly, he raises a hand with a sullen smile, grabs her black hair, and presses her head on his shoulder.

He tilted his head slightly, opened the curtain by the window with a gold stick, and stared at the back of Shen Xiuzhu riding in front of Luang Cha.

Although Shen Xiuzhu didn't have eyes on his back, he was stunned by the gloomy gaze.

Mei Xueyi thought the march would be very hard.

In fact, Wei Jinzhao’s car is spacious and comfortable, and even when driving on potholes, he doesn’t feel too much vibration.

The daily diet is almost the same as in the palace. At night, a half-person-high wooden barrel is filled with hot water and sent to the car for her to bathe. The water is still floating with petals and grape wine placed on a wooden drift tray.

Mei Xueyi always felt that everything in front of her was too unreal.

Is this really an expedition? I'm afraid it's going to die, right?

After the bath, the two court ladies carefully lifted her out of the wooden barrel, wiped off the water drops, put on a pure white shark gauze coat, and sent her to the golden silk soft couch.

The curtains were closed, several strong men took the barrels away, and Wei Jinzhao also returned.

Every day, he would personally wring her hair.

"Your Majesty has worked so hard." She was soaking warm and soft, leaning weakly on his hard and thin chest, "I was busy outside for a whole day, and I still want to come back and wipe my hair."

He said casually: "If someone else removes one of your hair, I can't help but kill."

She knew he was serious, and that was the true nature of a tyrant.

"I'm not here today, but Shen Xiuzhu still didn't come to you?" After putting down the white kerchief that was twisted with hair, he asked nonchalantly.

Mei Xueyi knew that his suspicion would not be cured, and sighed, buried her face in his arms: "No. I have never even heard his voice."

His expression was a bit regretful.

After experiencing Zizhulin's return to the door, he still persevered in wanting to hear what she said to Shen Xiuzhu.

"Kill Mejojo, there is no more woman by his side." The hoarse voice was a bit gloomy.

Mei Xueyi groaned: "With your majesty, there is no more man in my eyes."

He dropped a pair of deep black eyes, stared at her for a long time, and then slowly raised the corners of his lips: "As it should be."

Mei Xueyi: "..."

Forget it, there is no need to ponder a patient's thoughts. If you figure out him thoroughly, wouldn't you have to be sick too?

She lazily nestled her body completely in his arms. He encircled her and slept sideways.

The most surprising thing for her was that he had been on the road for more than a month, but he had never touched her once.

She had very reason to suspect that after the first day, he spoiled her unrestrainedly four times and hurt her body too much.

So why bother?

On this day, Mei Xueyi felt that the wheel seemed to be crushed on the hard ground.

She opened the golden silk curtain by the window and found that outside was a towering fortress with vicissitudes of life. The guards dressed in profound armor were busy under the city wall, and trucks of materials were transported forward, a scene full of enthusiasm.

When the wind blew, she noticed the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood fire in the air.

She raised her eyebrows and looked closely.

Now saw the clues. One or two days ago, the fortress had just gone through a big battle.

Some blood stains were not completely washed away, and still remained in the diversion canal by the roadside. On the high wall built of vicissitudes of boulders, you can also find the sputtering blood drops.

Mei Xueyi called a young Xuanjia general outside the window.

"Where is this?"

The teenager looked down anxiously and replied: "Going back to the queen, the empress has gone 70 miles to the north of Jinling. This place is called Jiawuguan. It is the largest town in the north of Jinling and has been successfully taken."

Mei Xueyi: "..."

To be honest, she thought she hadn't left the border of defending the country at this moment.

Seventy miles deep into Jinling means that the Patriotic Army has broken through several lines of defense in Jinling. She was in the car, but the years were peaceful.

Are you really here to fight?

She was about to put down the curtain when she saw a figure hurriedly riding over.

The teenager by the window hurriedly stepped back and saluted: "Vice-General Shen."

Shen Xiuzhu.

Mei Xueyi watched him come to the window blankly.

Shen Xiuzhu has a simple mind. From the very beginning, Mei Xueyi could easily see him through.

For example, at this moment, he pressed deep regret into his eyes, and his eyes filled with a clear worry.

"Queen Empress," he bowed his head, "Jinling's 200,000 army has assembled on the plain ahead. This battle is fierce, and the final general thinks it is appropriate for the Queen Empress to retreat."

Mei Xueyi said lazily: "I don't understand the marching war, you should talk to your majesty."

He lowered his head.

After a long while, a low voice floated out: "Please don't worry, Queen Empress, I will swear to protect you all."

After all, he kicked the Spurs and rushed forward.

Mei Xueyi was a little absent-minded when she took a bath.

The two palace ladies quietly withdrew, but she didn't notice.

Soaking both hands in the hot water, he slowly stroked her shoulders from behind.

Man's hand.

When she regained consciousness suddenly, the hands had slipped to her neck.

The movements are very gentle.

She was soaked lazily, leaning against the wall of the barrel. If he just strangled her so tenderly, I'm afraid her struggle won't even arouse splashes.

"Your Majesty..." she groaned, "Take it lightly."

He retracted his hand, gave a low grin, wiped his hand on the white cloth towel, took a roll of thread-bound book, and said, "Queen, listen to the second time."

It is the "unfinished to be continued" erotic-love story book.

He started to read, his low and hoarse voice echoed in the Luang Cha.

Jinling Xiaoshijun died in the capital of the Wei Kingdom, Qin Ji was furious, and attacked with troops. Every time he captured a city, he would surely slaughter the city.

Wei Wang and his wife were newly married to Yan'er. Before they got close, the king was busy dealing with the war.

In the following year, the deputy commander Jiang Dexing stationed on the border of Qishu defected and joined forces with the enemy country to kill Dingguo Duke Shen Pingcheng.

The situation in the Patriotic State is even worse.

The handsome and strong King Wei Jinchao decided to go with him. The clever and astute Mei Xueyi sits in Kyoto to coordinate the overall situation, and Wei Wang has no worries.

Mei Xueyi: "..."

Originally he was just flattering him, but now they are all starting to flatter her. The person who wrote the storybook really met Feng Shirud.

Moreover, the name of the traitor Jiang Dexing seems to be familiar... Is he one of the ministers of the town under the star-catching stage?

Gee.

She lazily said: "Your Majesty continue."

He chuckled, clinging to the scroll.

The handsome and powerful Wei Jin won his first battle and his morale was high.

The guards are like a broken bamboo, recovering lost ground all the way, breaking into the territory of Jinling, and conquering Jiawuguan, the important town of Jinling!

On that night, Queen Mei Xueyi personally transported supplies and came to King Wei.

Wei Jinchao, who had just won the battle, saw his beloved wife appearing in his field of vision in the setting sun.

Xiaobiesheng was newly married, so he hugged her and sent her straight into the tub.

Next, there is a mandarin duck playing in the water with more than a thousand characters.

Mei Xueyi: "..."

Looking up, he saw that Wu Junzheng slowly put down the thread-bound book in his hand and began to undress.

Is he trying to draw a gourd?!

The corners of Mei Xueyi's mouth twitched slightly, and she subconsciously looked at the open script.

The robe he threw away was brought to the page, turning to the end, Mei Xueyi suddenly caught a glimpse of the three words "Flying Fire Sword".

Isn't this... the sect before she became enchanted!

When he was about to take a closer look, the familiar body temperature and breath suddenly hit, and the man had stepped into the water, and took her into his arms.

Sick voice is sultry: "Queen, little don't win the newlyweds."