It was a very deep wound.
From the scapula to the lower abdomen obliquely, the skin and flesh are everted, and the bone can be seen deep.
If this wound was placed on a warrior, it would be considered normal, but on a skinny scholar, it would appear weird and inappropriate.
Therefore, when Song Huaiyuan caught Ying Shuo's precarious body and saw that his pale face was already covered with cold sweat, he was surprised for a moment.
He was obviously a weak scholar, but he stood in front of the assassin the first time he drew his sword. Before Song Huaiyuan's bodyguard had time to react, Ying Shuo had already received the sword for him.
I can't figure out how he did it.
Song Huaiyuan felt that the body of the person in his arms began to tremble slightly, and the dark red blood gradually soaked his robe.
"Physician Xuan."
He glanced coldly at the body of the assassin who had been beheaded on the ground, picked up the man in his arms, and strode towards the tent.
"The bodyguards who are serving today will all be killed with sticks, and none will be left behind."
What is the use of a trash who is not even as good as a scholar.
Song Huaiyuan narrowed his eyes and sneered slightly.
The old thing really couldn't stand it anymore.
…
The charcoal stove inside the tent was burning extremely vigorously, blocking the cold air of late autumn outside the tent.
Song Huaiyuan sat on the couch, watching the imperial physician busy in front of the bed, the blood-stained cloth soon stained a basin of clear water reddish.
With such a deep wound, the pain can be imagined, but Ying Shuo didn't make a sound from the beginning to the end except for a muffled groan when he first applied the medicine.
It's very tough.
Song Huaiyuan took a sip of tea, but there were no waves in his eyes.
"Your Majesty, Zhuangyuanlang's wound is deep, but fortunately he did not hurt his vitals. I have already applied medicine to him, and I just need to change the dressing on time every day." After treating Yingshuo's wound, the imperial physician bowed in front of Song Huaiyuan Bye, sincerely said.
Song Huaiyuan nodded: "Back off."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
After the imperial doctor left, Song Huaiyuan got up and walked to the bed, condescendingly looking down at the pale person on the bed.
Ying Shuo looked tired, but still looked at him quietly without saying a word.
"Ying Shuo." Song Huaiyuan's face was expressionless and his tone was indifferent, "What are you planning?"
"I said it before." Ying Shuo's voice was very light due to the serious injury, but he was very firm, "What I want is His Majesty's love."
"Ah… "
love
Chatting with the Emperor...
Stupid.
"The number one scholar Han Chuang has studied hard for ten years. He doesn't seek fame and fortune, and he doesn't want to be an official to rule the country, but he wants to be my slave?" Song Huaiyuan sneered.
Ying Shuo's eyelashes trembled slightly, but he didn't speak for a long time.
Song Huaiyuan looked at his drooping eyebrows and smiled suddenly.
That smile is like a cold lake in early spring, with a hint of coolness.
He lifted Ying Shuo's jaw, looked deeply into his eyes, and said, "Since that's the case, I will obey you."
…
In the 23rd year of Jingyuan, Emperor Qiushou was assassinated, and the number one scholar Lang Yingshuo was rewarded with a meritorious escort, a thousand taels of gold, ten pieces of brocade, and five dendrobiums of pearls.
However, when boxes of priceless rewards were carried into the Zhuangyuan Mansion, the owner of the mansion, Ying Shuo, was still unconscious and unconscious.