The Prince Regent’s Violent Medical Consort Chapter 1022: The Legend of Qin Zhou 68

It is not easy for Fan Qingyi to directly say that he has intelligence as an assist, it can only be said that it is his own judgment.

Qin Zhou tied the horse and came over, and saw that he picked up a branch from the side and began to draw a simple map.

"According to the terrain, this is a surrounded valley, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack. There is only such a mountain pass, and it is a bit impractical for us to climb up from the surrounding mountains." Fan Qingyi frowned and analyzed in a calm voice .

Before this mountain was flooded with bandits, and Qin Zhou sent officers and soldiers to clear it up four times, so it was still a bit of an impression.

"Indeed, they also relied on the cooperation between the inside and the outside, and the clearing was successful." Qin Zhou said, looking down just to see Fan Qingyi's wrist wrapped in a cloth, and there was faint blood seeping out.

I just came out in a hurry, and I didn't have time to take medicine on the way. Just wrapping the cloth could not stop the bleeding completely.

Qin Zhou thought about it, but she moved faster than her brain. When she reacted, she had already pulled Fan Qingyi's hand over.

"It will be fine soon." Fan Qingyi explained calmly when she saw that she had been staring at her wound.

Qin Zhou glanced at him, untied the strips of cloth he hurriedly tied, and said sullenly, "Don't be too nervous about that bastard, it's hard for ordinary people to get close to him, unless He followed voluntarily."

Qin Zhou couldn't be more clear about the power of the knife scar cable.

Fan Qingyi came through just as the rebels were speaking ruthlessly, and happened to miss the appearance of Scar Cord in front of him, so it was a bit unclear to Qin Zhou to say this. what.

Qin Zhou took out a small delicate medicine bottle from his arms and reminded kindly: "It will be a little itchy, but the effect will be much faster than ordinary gold sore medicine."

"I'm a big man, even though the mountains of swords and seas of fire have passed through, are you still afraid of this?" Fan Qingyi joked, probably to ease the atmosphere.

Who knew that Qin Zhou was serious, raised his head, and asked with a look on his face: "So, who else did you go to the mountain of knives and the sea of ​​fire for whom?"

Fan Qingyi was stared at by her, and for some reason, she felt a little guilty: "No, no."

He was never for a single individual, nor for a single family, but for the whole group, for the whole country.

Seeing that he was defending so quickly, Qin Zhou said nothing, lowered his head and continued to give him medicine.

Just in a place where Fan Qingyi couldn't see, he laughed at himself.

What the **** is she thinking?

Why is she anxious for others to go up the mountain of knives, fall into the sea of ​​fire, throw their heads, and shed blood for others?

Re-bandage Fan Qingyi's wound, and after confirming that there is no problem, Qin Zhou released his hand.

Fan Qingyi wanted to say thank you, but suddenly received a reminder from Huanbao.

"Come here, there are horses approaching." He pulled Qin Zhou behind him.

Soon, the two saw a man coming in a carriage and stopped not far away.

"You let me go!"

A depressed female voice came from the carriage. Fan Qingyi and Qin Zhou looked at each other. This female voice was a bit familiar.

I saw a bloated, thirty-year-old man hugging Mu Ning and getting off the carriage with a silver bullet smile on his face: "Don't worry, young master, I will take care of you when I get there."

Seeing this, the little boy who was driving the car had a dog-legged smile on his face: "Then Young Master Song, is the youngest going back first?"

"Go back, go back, remember to hide it from my father, don't let him know that I came out." Song Gongzi replied perfunctorily, and looked down at the beauty in his arms impatiently.

"You can rest assured, the little one must tell the master that you are still studying in the school." Dogleg smiled and drove back.

Young Master Song?

Could it be the sixteen-year-old son of Song they knew? Qin Zhou and Fan Qingyi looked at each other deeply.