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When he returned to the military camp, Qingzhi's body was covered with frost and snow, and it was very cold. He wanted to go see Wen Jian quickly, but he was afraid that the coldness in his body would be transmitted to him. After all, Wen Jian was still sick, so , Qingzhi went to change his clothes first, and put on a fluffy black woolen hat. He planned to go to Wen Jian, but when he passed by, he heard a subordinate reminding him that Wen Jian was going to the cooking room. .
Qingzhi frowned slightly after hearing this, but still went to the kitchen to find Wen Jian.
Wen Jian was obviously injured all over his body, especially his back, but now he was standing upright in the kitchen, seeming to be instructing the chef on what to do, without feeling that he had any injuries at all. It feels so painful.
Qingzhi frowned even more and couldn't help walking over, only to see that the big table was already filled with her favorite meals. Qingzhi was startled and felt quite uncomfortable.
This man, this man is still sick and injured, does he know what is important
Wen Jian seemed to feel that someone was watching behind her, so she turned around stiffly and with difficulty, and saw that Qingzhi had come back in a new set of clean clothes. Without waiting for Qingzhi to speak, she turned around and gave the chef a few more instructions. Then he said to Qingzhi very openly: "Qingzhi, help me go back."
The tone of his speech was still a little weak.
Qingzhi couldn't get angry even if she wanted to, so she could only glare at him, but in the end she still stepped forward to help him and walked out together.
After going out, he didn't forget to let him put on his cloak and hat, and whispered: "Why did you run out? The people in the kitchen will cook for me..."
"Then you work so hard in the city, I want you to eat better."
Qingzhi was about to argue with him, but Wen Jian gently reached out and touched the woolen hat on her head, "Qingzhi, are you okay in the city?"
Qingzhi suddenly lost her temper when he touched her head, and said softly, "According to the plan you gave, the city has slowly stabilized. Just wait for this blizzard to pass..."
Qingzhi raised her head and squinted her eyes at the white cloud sky, feeling a little emotional in her heart. She didn't know how long this snowstorm would last...
But then Wen Jian gave her the answer: "Master Feng has already replied to my letter. The snowstorm will stop in the next two days. Don't worry, just do your best to appease the people these days."
Qingzhi nodded lightly and helped him back to the bed in the tent. When he lay down, Wen Jian was obviously in pain. He gasped in pain, and his lips were slightly white, but he still held on. Refuses to cry out.
Qingzhi couldn't help but glance at his face, "Does it hurt?"
Now that Wen Jian had seen through her, she didn't intend to hold it back any longer. She hummed in a low voice and said, "A little bit."
"You asked for it." Qingzhi also snorted.
But he was the one who felt so distressed that he went to get the ointment and gauze that the military doctor had given her before, and asked someone below to bring a basin of water in, hoping to change Wen Jian's dressing himself.
Wen Jian knew that she had been busy for a day since she came back from the city, and she didn't want to tire her too much, so she whispered, "Qingzhi, just ask my servant to change my dressing."
Qingzhi paused slightly, raised her eyes and glanced at him: "Do you want other girls to see all of your body?"
(End of chapter)