"I heard that besides being fond of beauties, Lord Hua also likes fine horses." Cheng Qianye said with a smile. She waved her hand and asked her followers to lead the yellow horse over. "This colt is called Huang Piu, and it can travel a thousand miles a day. It is said that fine horses should be given to heroes. From my perspective, this horse is only suitable for a hero like Lord Hua. If Lord Hua gives up this slave, I will give this horse to Lord Hua as a token of my gratitude."
Xiao Xiu was shocked. He glanced at Mo Qiaosheng and whispered to Cheng Qianye, "My lord, this is not possible. This horse was left by the old marquis. How can we give it to others casually just to replace a slave? This move may chill the hearts of those old generals."
Cheng Qianye glanced at Mo Qiaosheng.
"It's okay. People are more important than horses." Cheng Qianye responded casually. She didn't have time to explain slowly to these ancient people whose values were inconsistent with hers.
Hua Yu saw the yellow horse, which was extremely handsome. It neighed and roared, and seemed to be able to soar into the sea. He was very happy.
Rubbing his hands, he said, "How dare I exchange such a divine horse for a crippled slave."
He clapped his hands, and two neatly arranged lines of people came out of the camp. The left line was filled with handsome men of various shapes, and the right line was filled with beautiful ladies of gorgeous colors.
Some of them are charming, some are elegant, and all of them have fair skin and graceful figures.
Hua Yu pointed directly at Mo Qiaosheng and said, "I was so angry that I didn't tell him to hold back. Judging from his condition, he is already half-crippled, so it's useless for you. I have many beauties and concubines with excellent appearance, talent and skills. You can choose one or two from them."
Cheng Qianye was about to speak when he saw Mo Qiaosheng struggling to get up from the bench. His arms were shaking, his teeth were clenched, and he was trying hard to hold up his upper body, as if trying to prove that he was not half-crippled.
But in the end, he was unable to continue and fell back into a pool of blood.
He lay on a bleeding wooden chair, his long hair disheveled, gasping for breath, his eyes tightly closed, full of pessimism.
"Alright, alright." Cheng Qianye couldn't bear it, so he gently touched his head to comfort his fluctuating panic, "I just want this slave."
She bowed to Han Quanlin and said, "I really like this person very much. I hope Mr. Han will not hold it against me and give it to me."
Seeing that Hua Yuzhi agreed, Han Quanlin had no choice but to go along with it and nodded with resentment.
Cheng Qianye immediately wrote a slave transfer contract with Hua Yuzhi.
With a wave of his hand, he ordered his followers to carry away both the person and the chair.
Carrying a bloody slave and facing everyone's surprised gazes, Cheng Qianye walked back in a hurry.
She knew that this matter would soon spread throughout the city and become evidence of her "debauchery and immorality".
To add to the glorious deeds of Duke Yue of Jin, he exchanged the fine horse left by his father for a "beautiful woman".
Maybe people like Zhang Fu will look down on her even more.
But so what
She was not in the mood to care about these people and these things at the moment.
The sticky blood dripping down the bench was as painful as knocking on her heart.
She walked along the bench, touching the extremely uneasy back of the head from time to time, and comforted him softly: "Be patient, there will be a doctor when you get home."
When he arrived at the gate of the headquarters, he happened to meet Zhang Fu.
Zhang Fu's masked face, which had never changed for thousands of years, couldn't help but crack when he saw this strange team.
Cheng Qianye ignored him, bowed, walked past him and went straight to the bedroom.
When they got into the room, Cheng Qianye ordered his attendants to carefully move Mo Qiaosheng to the bed and called a military doctor to treat his injuries.
The aged military expert was treating those hideous wounds while frowning and sighing.
Mo Qiaosheng pursed his lips tightly, veins popped out on his forehead, and he tried hard not to say a word.
However, the big drops of cold sweat could not deceive anyone, indicating that this body was in great pain.
"This is too painful." Cheng Qianye looked at the bloody handkerchiefs that were replaced one by one, and he couldn't bear it. "Is there no medicine that can relieve the pain?"
"Ma Fei San does have the effect of relieving pain," the old military doctor replied, "but this medicine is precious and not something a slave is qualified to use."
"You!" Cheng Qianye almost laughed out of anger. "Come on, doctor. Let me repeat it to you again. Use the best medicine, no matter if it's for nobles or slaves, only the best and most effective. Is that clear?"
The old military doctor agreed in fear.
Soon, a servant came over with freshly cooked Ma Fei San.
Cheng Qianye felt sorry for Mo Qiaosheng's serious injuries, so he personally sat at the bedside and fed him medicine.
Mo Qiaosheng raised his head with great effort, and moved a little away from the edge of the bed. Without saying a word, he silently drank the medicine with a spoon.
Cheng Qianye looked at the beautiful sea blue color on his body, which slowly revealed a golden edge and gradually became solid, conspicuous, and bright.
Gold represents steadfastness and loyalty.
So you're pledging allegiance to me? Cheng Qianye felt a little embarrassed.
I just gave him some medicine. Poor little guy, probably no one has ever been kind to him.
But he said nothing. If I couldn't see the colors, I wouldn't know.
She stacked two pillows and gently placed Mo Qiaosheng's forehead on them. She found a hollow jade tube, put one end into the medicine bowl, and let Mo Qiaosheng hold the other end in his mouth.
"Come on, it's less tiring to drink like this."
Mo Qiaosheng lowered his head, his eyebrows and eyes were hidden in the shadow of his hair, only his pale chin and thin lips holding a straw were revealed.
Cheng Qianye quietly held the medicine bowl for him, watching the brown liquid slowly disappear.
Suddenly, a drop of clear water dripped into the medicine.
Then another drop.
Cheng Qianye was stunned for a moment, then looked up and saw Mo Qiaosheng's bloodless thin lips trembling slightly. Crystal clear tears slid down his cheeks and rolled into the bowl.
"Why are you crying?" Cheng Qianye touched his head, "Does it hurt? Don't cry, you will feel better after taking the medicine."
His thin lips parted slightly, he loosened the straw in his mouth, turned his face away, and buried his entire face in the pillow. His silent but slightly trembling shoulders revealed his uncontrollable emotions.
Don't cry.
Cheng Qianye was at a loss as to what to do. How to comfort a crying man? I had no experience.
She had no choice but to keep stroking his hair gently.
He really has suffered a lot. I will be nicer to him in the future.
The old military doctor treated Mo Qiaosheng's wound and stood up.
He bowed to Cheng Qianye and said, "My Lord, the patient has old injuries in both legs, and now he has new injuries. Although I have tried my best to treat him, I am afraid it will be difficult for him to recover as before."
"What do you mean it can't be restored to its original state?"
"Don't think about practicing martial arts and fighting." The old military doctor glanced at the bed and coughed, "It's fine between the bed and the bed."
Even though Cheng Qianye thought he was thick-skinned, he couldn't help but blush after hearing this.
"First... Sir, please have some tea outside."
You people really don't treat slaves as human beings. Is it really okay to just tell them about such illnesses directly to their faces
She invited the military doctor to the outer room and bowed sincerely.
"Please try your best, sir. He is still so young and has practiced martial arts so hard. It would be a pity if he were to become disabled."
The old man stroked his beard and nodded, saying, "My Lord is kindhearted, and this is a blessing to the people. Originally, there was really nothing we could do, but since we are in Bianzhou now, there is a glimmer of hope."
"Please give me some advice, sir."
"On the west mountain of Bianzhou, there is a hot spring with a constant temperature all year round. This spring is shaped like a crescent moon and is called the Moon Goddess Spring. It was originally a private villa owned by the lord of Bianzhou. This spring has a special feature. It has a miraculous effect on injuries to the tendons and bones, and internal accumulation of blood stasis. Soaking in it for a long time can remove rot and promote new growth, dispel wind and dampness, and many other therapeutic effects. It is exactly the right treatment for the patient's injury. If you can soak in it often, your injury will be healed."
Cheng Qianye clapped his hands and said, "That's easy. My troops are staying in Bianzhou to guard it, so it's okay to take him to the hot springs every day."