Chapter 83 Constrainment

In her hand, she was as heavy as a thousand catties of black iron. Qiu Yao looked at the above content word by word. Although it was not a complete and accurate thirty-six tricks, it was indeed the content of the thirty-six tricks. What was even more incredible to her was that she could understand the text above.

"Do you remember?" Bai Qi, who changed his official uniform, changed into a silver-white casual suit, and his ink hair was casually tied into a bunch without a crown. He walked around Qiu Yao's side and sat down in front of the desk, and then looked up at her with a smile.

"Do you have any blank bamboo slips?" Qiu Yao's voice trembled a little. She took the pen, ink and bamboo slips in Bai Qi's hand, excerpted two sentences according to the sentence on it, and then was completely dumbfounded.

This is indeed her own handwriting.

Her head inevitably hurt. She threw away the sheep and bamboo slips in her hand. Qiu Yao leaned over and held her forehead in pain. When Bai Qi saw that her face changed slightly, she got up and held her with one hand, and walked to the chair beside her and sat down.

"It doesn't matter if you can't remember for a moment. It's better to adjust your body first," Bai Qi raised his hand and lifted a black hair between her temples and comforted her with a gentle voice only in front of her.

Qiu Yao slowly opened her eyes and raised her eyes to look at the bamboo slips she had thrown on the ground. She suddenly stopped, got up and picked up the bamboo slips and stared at them for a few seconds. Then she walked back to the table and picked up the rest of the bamboo slips and looked at them one by one, and then came to a seemingly useless conclusion.

"It's clearly the handwriting of two people."

"Yes," Bai Qi walked to her side and casually glanced at the elegant font on it. "At that time, you were pregnant and should not work too hard, so you dictated that I wrote it."

Qiu Yao was silent, and there seemed to be such a scene in her mind. She vaguely remembered that she was sitting on her back with the art of war, and a white figure sat at the table in front of the bed, concentrating on what she said.

It's really a harmonious picture scroll.

Qiu Yao was a little shaken and turned to look at Bai Qi, who stared at her. "I feel a little like Zhuang Sheng Mengdie. I can't tell the difference between dream and reality."

"I am the reality," Bai Qi picked up one of her hands and put it on his chest. "At this moment, what you hear and see is reality. You can't remember the past. I can rebuild everything in the past for you. Trust me."

Qiu Yao looked at the back of Bai Qi's hand and came to her senses after a long time, "The wound on the back of your hand..."

That's a tooth mark. She is sure and definitely.

"It doesn't matter. This injury is comparable to the pain when you have a baby." Bai Qi smiled cheerfully.

Qiu Yao's speech was stuffed for a moment... Sure enough, she bit it.

"Then the injury to your left arm will not be..."

"As long as you are by my side, these questions are not problems."

Qiu Yao was dumb, and all the suspicions and doubts gradually dispersed with the yellow sand in Xianyang City.

Maybe there is no so-called flaw at all, but she is just a gentleman's belly with the heart of a villain.

Qiu Yao took a big name for little Ali, Bai Yichu. From now on, it will be the same as before.

When Bai Qi heard the name, he only smiled faintly, and then nodded without any doubt.

Qiu Yao buried the remaining doubts in her heart. If she is destined to stay in this era, she may really be willing to do this to his wife, even if he is a frightening killer.

This is a turbulent world, but Xianyang City is peaceful, but this rare peace is exchanged for the bloody storms of other countries. Spring and summer passed in a flash. Mrs. Jinghua said goodbye to Bai Qi, and Qiu Yao insisted on sending people out of the city in person.

Mrs. Jinghua is still indifferent, but Qiu Yao's heart is warm. If it hadn't been for the doctor of the rumored daughter of the tenth disciple of Bian Que, she and her little Ali would not have been today.

In Xianyang in early autumn, there is still a kind of uncomfortable dry heat in the air. Qiu Yao has always wondered why she has not adapted to the climate in the north since she is Bai Qi's wife.

"It's okay to send it here. We don't want to leave the city." Bai Qi pulled his horse back and looked fixedly at Qiu Yao coming out of the carriage.

Qiu Yao looked up at the tall gate, got out of the carriage helplessly, and said to the people in the car, "Madam, have a safe journey", and then turned around and walked to Bai Qi.

After hesitating for half a second at the open palm, Qiu Yao stretched out her hand and pulled herself up. Qiu Yao shouted softly, and in an instant, she was already in Bai Qi's arms.

Such intimacy makes Qiu Yao a little uncomfortable, but there is still a white soldier around her. If you push him away directly, wouldn't it save the face of his generation of famous generals?

Qiu Yao slowly returned to the city in such a warm and contradictory mood. One of the attendants behind her quietly left the team, but she did not find it.

Thirty miles outside Xianyang City, a carriage is driving slowly on the tortuous path, as if it is escaping something and avoiding something.

The carriage suddenly stopped as expected, and a pair of well-groomed hands lifted the driving curtain, revealing a woman's face without a trace of emotion.

"Bai Qi really crossed the river and demolished the bridge as rumored. However, it is an honor to let the famous Wu Anjun personally send me such a journey. Mrs. Jinghua's cold voice came from the carriage. Sima Jin held a sword and sat on the horse and listened to her expressionlessly.

"Now that you have guessed that there will be today, you don't have to say any more useless words."

"General Sima's words are wrong. Everyone in the world cherishes their lives. Wu Anjun wants to kill people. How can I be willing to be slaughtered by others?" A sneer suddenly appeared on his always emotionless face. Sima Jin frowned and waited silently for her next step.

"The first day I realized that the baby boy was not white, I guessed that he would not let me go, and since I can treat people, why can't I harm people?"

"You tamped with the medicine." Sima Jin's mood suddenly became complicated and inexplicable.

"Yes, chronic poison, the poisoned person is sleepy, and finally can't wake up."

"Generals always hate other people's threats the most."

"But he cares about that woman, otherwise he won't let you have this. Instead of sitting and waiting for death, it's better to take a risk. Mrs. Jinghua's tone is light, but the calmness in her eyes has already cracked.

She saw hesitation in Sima Jin's eyes, an unusual hesitation.

"Naturally, if General Sima is selfish, he can immediately carry out Wu Anjun's order, as if he hadn't heard anything."

The hand holding the sword shook, and Sima Jin's face showed a nervous look for the first time, but the tension only lasted for a second and disappeared. "How to detoxify?"

"I will ask someone to send some antidote on the 15th of every month. If you take it for a year in a row, this poison can be completely solved."

"Mrs. Jinghua is so confident that she can successfully find a hiding place within a year?" Sima Jin's eyes were cold, "Since my wife guessed that the general would kill people, aren't you afraid to say that some things will cause the same disaster?"

"General Sima's trouble of hiding is not troublesome. Since the general is determined to let me go without telling Wu Anjun, how can he do the same thing?"

"Mrs. Jinghua's strategy is good, and Sima Jin is sincerely convinced today." With this, Sima Jin's face was still cold. Mrs. Jinghua could see that he was suppressing his anger, and naturally he would not cause danger to himself.

"General Sima joked, but now General Sima is the one who controls the life and death of Wu Anjun's wife. In this way, who can shake your position in Wu Anjun's heart?"