When Song Jingran found out, it was too late to turn back, and the other party obviously found himself, but the other party was an enemy or a friend, so it was not clear yet, so he simply stabilized himself first.

"Who is it? Why are you doing so late?" A angrily shouted out in the dark night, and it was the people from Bai Nianming's army who shouted out.

"I went downstairs to visit my relatives, and I accidentally disturbed you all, I hope you will forgive me." Song Jingran was still as loud as frost. The dark night could not see his expression clearly. Only Liangcheng could go to this direction, so he had to tell the truth. At present, one sentence can be deceived is one sentence, no matter whether it is an enemy or a friend, it is best to be deceived.

"I'm going to visit my relatives in the middle of the night..." The man who spoke with the other party hummed and said, "I'm afraid it's not that simple, right?"

"This relative is seriously ill, so I came to visit him all night." Song Jingran had already guessed that this team of horses must not be friends, because Gao Jin could not send people to dispatch late at night, let alone such a small group of people. I think it was King Liang who learned the news of his leadership of the army and sent people to investigate, but there was no reason why such a few people...

"Don't you know that the city gate is closed now?"

Song Jingran only thought about himself and did not notice what the other party said. He had no intention of entangling here. Such a small team of people had a chance to win with his own skills.

"Hmph... It's clearly a quibble. The person is coming. This person's travel is suspicious and must be related to unknown troops. We will capture him alive and give him a reward to General Bai."

When Song Jingran heard this, he felt nervous. This time, the people were Bai Nianming's people. So, does it mean that Bai Nianming has betrayed them? If so, will Liangcheng also be in dire straits?

At this time, after hearing what had just been said, the other party's men attacked Song Jingran; Song Jingran was in a state of thinking and did not respond for a moment. Fortunately, the sword light sent by the other party shook, and he also put away his thoughts and threw himself into a lonely battle.

Song Jingran was shuttled through the army on the horse's back, changing the sword peaks in his hand from time to time, and a pungent smell of blood began to spread in the clear air;

As the shadows fell down constantly, the smell of blood was also strong in the air. Although there were not many people on the other side, after a long period of fierce fighting, Song Jingran obviously began to lose strength, and the sword peak in his hand became out of control. He had already fallen on his body, with deep and shallow scars.

But there was not much left on the other side. If he could hold on for a short while, he might have defeated it, but he was really powerless to continue. The only few hidden weapons left, at the moment he swung them out, he secretly blessed himself, hoping to hit it, otherwise, he would accept his fate here;

God always favors some people with a pious heart. They saw that several hidden weapons fell on the enemy's bodies. Although not all of them were vital, they could at least dispel their aura. Song Jingran was secretly happy when he saw that the hidden weapons were all in it. There were only three or four people left, and he could not stop his way. He clamped his legs hard, and the horse cooperated to fly away;

Several officers and soldiers watched the figure leave with eager eyes. No matter how hard they were to chase, no matter how courageous they were to fight. Leaving their lives is better than anything else.

Song Jingran supported the horse's back and headed straight to the side gate of Liangcheng. The towering city gate had been closed. It was already a difficult move for him to jump over the city gate now, but he was worried about the wolf in front and tiger behind. He used all his strength to kick his feet. With the height of the horse's back, he flew and jumped. A black shadow flashed by, and the person had disappeared here.

The horse shook its tail and looked around, as if looking for where it was going. Finally, it locked its sight to the east, and the crisp sound of horse hooves disappeared into the night with the sound of "da da" lifting.

Song Jingran's figure was already in Liangcheng, but he did not have the usual handsome posture, but fell to kneel on the ground; if he hadn't been asleep for several days and fatigued day and night, he would not have been so embarrassed.

The wound on his body was still bleeding. At this moment, the only thing he thought of was Lin Mo. He was not sure if there was Lin Xuan'er's reason, but his wound was only treated with Lin Mo. He dragged his tired body and walked towards the direction of Lin's mansion with heavy steps.

Lin Mo was still immersed in his dream. In his sleep, he heard a strange cry, as if it was an hallucination in his sleep. He turned over and continued to fall asleep. The strange cry came again, and the sound seemed to be more clearly and audible. In a half-dream and half-awake state, he seemed to have been touched by a nerve. He jumped up from the bed, took the coat beside the bed, and walked out of the house while wearing it.

The debate divided the direction of the sound and headed straight to the west. Only the west was the most remote, and the small gate of Lin Mansion was also there. If someone really entered the mansion so late, then there was only Song Jingran. This familiar and strange call was the secret code between them.

Lin Mo went straight to the west and saw that Song Jingran was cross-legged on the ground, adjusting his internal strength. It seemed that when he was suffering from fierce fighting, his internal strength was exhausted, which led to temporary confusion. He could not distract him rashly at the moment.

Song Jingran took deep breaths from time to time, hoping to suppress the internal force running around in his body. Due to lack of physical strength and a momentary impatient, the internal force was not suppressed, but was rejected by the true energy, and a fishy and sweet gushed out of his throat, and a mouthful of blood was spurted out of his mouth.

"Jingran..." Seeing this, Lin Mo hurriedly ran over to check; he held his weak and rapid pulse, raised his hand and lit it twice, lowered his heavy voice and said, "Don't force yourself to adjust the internal force, this will only backfire."

Song Jingran felt his body slowly soothing, but his frown brows did not stretch at all.

Lin Mo helped him get up and said, "Go, go to my house, I'll clean your wounds first."

Song Jingran nodded, let Lin Mo support him, and use his strength to relieve his physical strength; Lin Mo helped Song Jingran into the house and asked him to lie on the bed to rest for a while, but Song Jingran insisted on resolutely and could only lean on the soft couch next to him;

Without asking much, Lin Mo began to clean his wounds, but he could guess it all depending on the condition. The wounds on his body, the deep and shallow wounds, were not seriously injured. After taking medicine, he would be fine when the wound healed.

However, excessive bleeding in the wound leads to a confusion of breath and difficulty in suppressing internal strength. These can only be maintained by himself, or rest for a while, after taking all the medicine and bandaging, Lin Mo found a suitable dress for him to change it.

At this time, the sky was already covered with white belly; Song Jingran changed her clothes and returned to her former graceful demeanor, but her handsome face still had an unconcealed haggardness;

Lin Mo glanced at him consciously, as if he was using his eyes to make the problem, and what he said next.

Song Jingran knew his doubts and did not want to hide them, so he said, "A Jin has already started to act."

This matter was something that Lin Mo expected, so he was not surprised by such news, but he was curious about who could hurt Song Jingran to this point, and where did he come from so late and why he fought with others, these are what he wanted to know;

"Do you still remember that I want you to help me draw a terrain map of Northern Liang?" Song Jingran looked at Lin Mo, nodded when he saw him, and said, "The King of Liang has transferred the army of each pass, and Ajin sent me to repel the army back to the city, and it is best to wipe it out. But at present, the army returning to the city is not part of our previous knowledge, so I rushed back from outside the city to confirm and make the next plan."

"If King Liang's army is far superior to your troops, what are you going to do?" Lin Mo was a little worried for him. They seemed to have no idea about this battle. They were all unprepared for such a small situation. So, can they cope with the next emergency?

"The arrow has left the string, and there is only one battle to the end." Song Jingran did not want to reveal too much about military information to Lin Mo, because he knew that Lin Mo had no intention of participating in the war and did not have to involve him, giving him a leisurely day, hoping that he could take Lin Xuan'er into a peaceful life.

I don’t know when his thoughts no longer belonged to the figure in his mind, nor even to himself. Lin Xuan’er’s sad eyes completely replaced Lin Qinglian’s figure and completely occupied his heart.

He often asked himself that it was because of Yu Zixia's betrayal that his emotions were hit again, so he wanted to find a place for his feelings? He had no way to answer himself, because he never seemed to recognize the end of his feelings, and even began to argue and could not distinguish the direction.

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself, your injuries need to be restored." Lin Mo knew that things could no longer be restored, and he could only bless them to win.

Song Jingran nodded and looked at the shiny sky outside. He had been brewing in his heart for a long time. He wanted to find out about Lin Xuan'er's situation, so he did whatever he wanted. "Amo..." He realized that he didn't know how to speak;

"Don't worry, I will help you if necessary." Lin Mo seemed to be misunderstanding his meaning. In fact, he wanted to tell him tactfully that he would help him, but it was just 'him';

Song Jingran pursed his lips. Time was not allowed to delay here. It was already dawn and he still had a lot of things to do.

"Are you leaving so soon?" Lin Mo was a little worried about his body when he saw Song Jingran walking out.

Song Jingran paused for a moment and then walked away. Seeing that he insisted, Lin Mo stopped trying to keep him, so he simply followed him. Anyway, he was going to visit Lin Xuan'er and Cui'er.

The two of them were speechless all the way. When they arrived in the yard, Lin Mo took out a small brown porcelain bottle from his sleeve and handed it to Song Jingran, saying, "This can help you."

Song Jingran took the porcelain bottle, outlined a trace of the corner of his mouth, and patted Lin Mo's shoulder twice, which was a kind of physical thanks.

Lin Mo showed a playful smile and patted Song Jingran on the shoulder twice.

Song Jingran was injured, covered her chest, frowned, and looked at Lin Mo again. He still looked meaningless. Maybe he forgot that he was injured, or maybe he mastered the strength, so he didn't care about Song Jingran's actions.
Chapter completed!