Carrying him back to his tent, Zhebie got a maid to treat Situ's wound.
But the maid's rough hands and feet made her wounds deeper.
Si Tu, who was in a coma, frowned tightly, and his face quickly turned pale, looking extremely fragile.
"Okay Wuya, I'm here, you go down first."
If she continues to deal with her like this, I'm afraid this little slave will die of pain.
Jebe lifted her collar gently, touched her hot skin with his fingertips, and panicked.
Too bad, she must have a fever.
Yes, apply the medicine first.
The witch doctor told him before that if the wound is inflamed, it may cause fever.
Jebe turned his eyes away and ripped off her thin dress from the neckline.
He heard that women in the Central Plains place the most importance on fame and integrity. Although he didn't see anything, he will definitely be responsible.
Jebe knew the two wounds on her body long ago, so he quickly spread herbal medicine on them, and carefully wrapped them with gauze.
After one operation, it made him blush.
Those old clothes can't be worn anymore, so Zhebie went out of the king's tent and asked Wu Ya to borrow some clothes and came back.
Outside the yurt, I happened to meet Tuo Sahe who came to deliver food.
"Here, these are prepared by Khan for you."
However, most of them were wiped out by him.
As he said that, Tuo Sahe was about to go in, it was very cold outside, and he still wanted to go in to get warm.
"You can't go in!"
Jebe snatched the food from his hand and stood in front of him with a rare and solemn expression.
The woman can only be seen by him, and he is unwilling to be cast a glance by others, not even Tuo Sahe who grew up with him.
It is rare to see Jebe with a serious face, Tuo Sahe joked,
"When the little prince grows up, he knows how to hide his favorite things."
Jebe didn't hold back, and immediately swore his sovereignty, like a wolf cub protecting food,
"I picked her up, she is mine."
Tuozahe smiled and said,
"All right, all right, go to Changshengtian to pray tomorrow so that you two can get married."
A joke made by Tuo Sahe fell into Jebe's heart like a big tree that took root.
The mother and concubine told him that people who get married can stay together forever.
His heart was swollen, and there was a warm current passing by, and he couldn't tell what it was like to feel this way.
But Jebe knew that he wanted to be with her for a long time.
Putting the clothes back into the tent, Jebe was still thinking about the proposal of Tuo Sahe just now, and the corners of his mouth curled up.
"Water... I want to drink water...."
A weak and delicate voice came from the tower, falling in Jebel's ears, it was extremely pleasant.
He hurriedly brought a large bowl, which was filled with clear water.
Jebe helped her up, and pressed the rim of the bowl to her pale lips.
Touching her thin shoulder bones, Zhebie thought in his heart that he must mend her well in the future.
It's not good to be so thin, a strong wind on the grassland will blow her away.
After gulping down a large bowl of water, Si Tu fell into a coma again.
Her body was very hot, and Jebe had no choice but to change the rags for fear of aggravating the infection of the wound.
Still, keep your head down.
Women in the Central Plains probably like that kind of modest gentleman, so he should be a gentleman too!
A basin of cold water was fetched, and Jebe wet the towel and put it on her hot forehead.
Then he was worried, and went to Wudutai to ask for some herbs that could reduce fever.
Several acquaintances from the tribe saw him in a hurry and muttered to themselves,
"What's wrong with the little prince? You don't usually see him being so concerned about something."
Tuosa patted their shoulders together, and said mysteriously,
"He, in the words of the Central Plains people, is just the beginning of love."
But the people present couldn't figure it out. They couldn't speak the Central Plains dialect very well, so how could they understand such advanced vocabulary.
"Tsk, chickens talk to ducks."
Tuo Sahe curled his lips in disgust, looked at Zhebe's back, and shook his head.
Both Dazhou and Jiuli intend to make a truce. As long as this marriage is finalized, the border can be kept peaceful for 50 years.
As for this little slave, it's okay to stay with the little prince as a plaything.
After all, whether in the Central Plains or the grasslands, it is normal for a man to have three wives and four concubines.
Although Empress Xihe is in charge of the Central Plains, it still cannot change the fact that this is a patriarchal society.
Jebe, who returned to the yurt, clapped his palms, fearing that the chill on his body would pass over to her.
But when he walked into the inner room, he found that there was no one on the bed.
Just as he was about to call Tosarhah in to find someone, Jebe felt a cold and sharp tile pressed against his neck.
"Who are you, and where is this place?"
Si Tu's hand holding the tile was tight, the tile scratched her fingertips, and the pain made her wake up.
"My name is Jebe. This is my Aunt's tribe. If you put down the tile first, your hands will bleed."
Didn't it mean that women from the Central Plains are the softest and sweetest? Why didn't they hurt him when they came up, but they hurt themselves.
Hearing the somewhat familiar voice, Si Tu gradually lowered his guard.
This person should be the one who saved her.
The tiles fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
"Sorry, I shouldn't have pointed it at your neck."
Since he was the savior, what he did just now was a bit excessive.
Si Tu's head was still dizzy, and he was a little unsteady to support the bed beside him.
If she could find the man who shot the arrow, she would shoot him like a hedgehog.
"Oh, it's obvious that you hurt yourself, why do you have to apologize to me?"
Jebe was thinking about it, and crushed the herbal medicine, mixed it into the water, and handed it to her.
"The witch doctor said that if you drink it, the fever will subside faster."
The boy raised his bright eyes, which were brighter than any star in the sky.
Seeing that she didn't move, Jebel frowned, it seemed that she didn't trust him very much.
Well, a little sad.
Seeing the green herbal juice mixed into the clear water, coupled with the unpleasant smell, Si Tu swallowed.
But she still took it, held her breath and drank it abruptly.
Seeing that the bottom of the bowl became empty, Jebe smiled and praised,
"You are much braver than me. I dare not drink such an unpleasant medicine."
This boy's smile is so sweet.
Isn't this more fragrant than a villain who wants to destroy the world
[It's just an NPC, does the host have any ideas?]
The system flipped through the plot, a little confused.
The timeline of their arrival seems a bit early, at this time the villains have not yet begun to blacken.
So even if it is a system, it is impossible to confirm who will be the villain they want to save.
[Yes, I want to touch his hairy head]
System: Sure enough, a beautiful person or thing, even the host of the God of War, cannot escape it.
[Drip, side mission starts]
Si Tu: Is this the rhythm of working overtime
[As the second female emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, eliminate those who tried to usurp the throne in the previous dynasty]
Since the main mission hasn't started yet, let the host do business first.
In short, just don't let her idle.
(end of this chapter)