Jing Shao hugged the person in his arms tightly, and the scene of his previous life in prison kept appearing before his eyes, which made him fear for a while. If he took another step at night today, his Jun Qing might become a ghost under the knife.
"My lord, the military doctor is here." Right Hujun dragged the military doctor and ran in in a panic, and then saw the military doctor leaning against the lord's arms, how ambiguous this posture looks!
Zuo Hujun also walked in, seeing the right Hujun who was struck by lightning, and hurriedly stabbed him with his elbow.
Seeing someone coming in, Mu Hanzhang let go of Jing Shao's hand.
Jing Shao raised his head and glanced at the military doctor: "I haven't come here yet!" Because it was the prince who went on an expedition, the imperial hospital specially appointed a younger imperial doctor to accompany the army, so he could barely trust the military doctor's medical skills.
"Yes!" The military doctor hurriedly stepped forward, put the medicine box aside, looked at Mu Hanzhang's condition, and stretched out his hand to pull the front of his shirt.
"What are you doing!" Jing Shao grabbed the hand that was protruding towards his princess' chest, and said with red eyes.
"Wang... wang ye, this minister... you have to open the front of the shirt to see the wound." The military doctor was startled, stared at by such a king, and stammered when he spoke.
When Jing Shao heard this, he was suddenly unhappy and wanted to show the body of his princess to others! But there is no other way. Healing the wound is the most important thing. He took a deep breath and raised his hand to untie the clothes of the person in his arms.
"Hey..." The clothes at the wound naturally had a big hole, the blood and the clothes were already sticking together, and it would hurt between pulling, Mu Hanzhang couldn't help taking a breath.
Jing Shao didn't dare to move immediately, carefully picked up the tattered fabric, tore it open with a stab, and quickly peeled off the placket on his shoulders, revealing the shoulders that were stained with blood. But seeing a three-inch-long wound meandering from the shoulder to the collarbone, blood is still coming out, and it looks quite hideous.
The military doctor was frightened by King Cheng's aura, so he didn't dare to do it, so he leaned forward to take a closer look: "Your Highness, fortunately I avoided it in time, the stab wound didn't hurt the muscles nor the internal organs. But." In this barracks, there are no good medicinal materials, and it is not those delicate royal family relatives, so he did not mention the decoction for nourishing blood or the like.
Jing Shao looked at the pale handsome face in his arms, and felt extremely distressed. The wound was so big that he had to march in a few days, and the road was bumpy, and it would definitely not heal.
Seeing that the prince had nothing to say, the military doctor took out the golden sore medicine for stab wounds from the medicine box.
"Tell the guards to bring a pot of hot water, and you all go out." Jing Shao grabbed the medicine directly, without giving the military doctor any chance to mention the medicine, he waved the person out.
Gently put the person in his arms back on the bed, Jing Shao got up to get something, and saw the left and right guards sticking there like two big wooden stakes, and his face suddenly turned cold: "The camp is in chaos now, you two. What are you still doing here?"
"Subordinates retire." Zuo Hujun immediately pleaded guilty, dragged the right Hujun and walked out.
"Little Zuo, why do I feel that the relationship between the prince and the military advisor... um, something is not right." Right Hujun scratched his head in distress.
Zuo Hujun glanced at him and dragged him forward.
"Hey, why are you ignoring me?" Right Hujun tried to kick Zuo Hujun's butt as he walked, but he was pulled by his arm, and his legs were too long.
"Your Highness can hear you standing here talking." Zuo Hujun said expressionlessly.
"Ah!" The right guard screamed, and he quickened his pace and pulled the left guard away.
Jing Shao soaked a piece of soft silk with warm water and carefully wiped off the blood around the wound. Instead of using the medicine given by the military doctor, he took out a sapphire vial. This medicine does not increase the pain when applied and stops the bleeding very quickly.
"Don't you still have a medicine from the Western Regions? Use that." Mu Hanzhang raised his uninjured right arm, blocking Jing Shao's action of opening the bottle. The war was tense, and the camp would be pulled out at any time. Although this medicine was good, the wound would not heal faster. He remembered that the medicine Jingshao gave him to treat his lower lip on the wedding day could heal the wound quickly, so that it would not affect the march.
"No!" Jing Shao refused without thinking, washed his hands in warm water, poured the clear ointment from the sapphire bottle on his fingertips, and gently applied it to the wound, "That medicine will multiply the pain, You can't stand it."
The cool ointment was applied to the wound, which immediately relieved the burning pain like a knife cut, Mu Hanzhang closed his eyes slightly, and let out a light sigh of relief.
Jing Shao leaned over and dropped a light kiss on his face, resisting the sourness in his eyes, skillfully and quickly wrapped the wound, and covered him with a quilt.
Mu Hanzhang turned his face to the side to see Jingshao's distressed eyes: "I'm fine, go get busy."
Jing Shao held a hand outside the quilt and slowly rubbed it in his palm again and again, without getting up or speaking.
He never felt that he had everything under his control once he was reborn, but now that this kind of thing happened, he was too conceited. Now that the battle of San Francisco has been advanced for three years, many things will be different. The relatively young kings of the southwest and southeast will have different ideas and practices. Even today's horse-bow soldiers are the secret treasure of the King of Southeast. In this life, he is willing to lend it to the King of Southwest, which is beyond his expectations.
Jing Shao put the back of his hand on his face, what the world, what the throne, is no longer what he wants. In this life, all he really wants is to stay with Jun Qing for a long time. If he loses this person, he will live again in this life. what sense
The softness in his palm suddenly grabbed his own hand, Jing Shao came back to his senses and looked up at him.
Mu Hanzhang looked at Jingshao so depressed, like a wounded little beast, clinging to his only thing and refusing to let go, he couldn't help feeling a little distressed, and his lips twitched lightly: "Go and find Xiao Huang for me. , just now there was chaos, don't get lost."
Jing Shao reluctantly smiled and nodded, got up and went out to find the little tiger. Jun Qing had no idea how distressing he was when he smiled with those bloodless lips.
It took a long time to find the little tiger cub hiding in the crack of the box. Jing Shao shook the ash ball in his hand in disgust, and threw it to the soldier to bathe it, and then went to handle the affairs of the camp by himself.
After carefully examining the clothes and weapons on the corpses of the cavalry, Jing Shao determined that this was the man of the King of Southeast. It is understandable to raid the camp while the army is outside, but it is very puzzling why it is aimed at a small up-and-coming military division.
"Isn't there a living mouth left?" Jing Shao frowned.
"Those archers are too sturdy to keep." You Hujun still had lingering fears when he remembered the knife he had slashed all over. That kind of lifeless style of play, which exposed all the empty space for killing, he could see it again. .
"Repair the tent carefully, build another layer of fortifications outside the camp, and add an extra patrol at night." Jing Shao took the casualty and loss statistics handed over by the Zuo Hujun, and waved the two to go down.
The guards came in to send the little tiger to dry. After seeing what was in his hand, Jing Shao picked up Xiao Huang and went back to the king's tent.
The person on the bed was already asleep, the sunset reflected on his face through the curtain, and he was still pale, perhaps because of the pain in the wound. Mu Hanzhang did not sleep comfortably, frowning slightly, "Wow!" After being tossed for a long time The little tiger snorted excitedly when he saw his owner.
"Shh..." Jing Shao slapped Xiaohu's head and silenced him, but Naihe couldn't understand the hair ball in his hand and struggled to get to the bed.
The man on the bed slowly opened his eyes, looked at the two guys competing with each other, couldn't help smiling, and slowly sat up.
"Don't move!" Jing Shao hurriedly stepped forward to support him, and the little tiger jumped onto the bed, rolled on the quilt, and jumped onto Mu Hanzhang's leg to grab the quilt.
Not long after, the soldier who delivered the meal came in with two bowls of noodles: "Master, the noodles are ready."
"Why do you want to eat noodles?" Jing Shao raised his eyebrows, he remembered that Jun Qing liked rice and didn't eat noodles very much. After bringing a bowl, Mu Hanzhang was going to pick it up, but he avoided him, "I'll feed you."
Mu Hanzhang blushed suddenly: "It's on the shoulder, it's not in the way." He is already twenty, how can anyone feed him!
"No." Seeing that the pale face finally turned bloody, Jing Shao's mood couldn't help but improve. He smiled and picked up the hot face with chopsticks and brought it to his lips, "Eat it while it's hot."
Mu Hanzhang couldn't, so he had to open his mouth to take a bite, and then watched Jing Shao eat the noodles that he bit half of.
"Wang... lord..." Mu Hanzhang looked at him blankly.
Jing Shao happily rubbed the face of her own princess who was stunned, and then continued to eat a bowl of noodles one by one. Although it was just Yangchun noodles cooked with green vegetables, Jing Shao thought it was the best noodles he had eaten since he was a child.
When the little tiger in his arms saw someone eating, he stood up on Jing Shao's arm, and poked a hairy head into the bowl. Jing Shao stuffed half a piece of noodles into the tiger's mouth, and the little tiger spit it out in disgust after chewing it.
As night fell, due to today's chaos, the barracks had not yet completely quieted down, and everywhere was still busy.
Mu Hanzhang was lying in Jing Shao's arms, frowning slightly, the wound was painful, he couldn't sleep at all, so he slowly sat up.
"Junqing, what's the matter?" Jing Shao's arms were hollow, and he woke up immediately. Seeing that the people around him were still there, he sat up with a sigh of relief.
"Can't sleep, let's go for a walk by the river." Mu Hanzhang got out of bed and dressed, and hung the sapphire flute around his waist.
Jing Shao was stunned for a moment, afraid that he would encounter a wound, so he hurried over to help him put on his coat. Although I don't know why my princess wanted to go to the river in the middle of the night to blow the air, but I couldn't sleep peacefully in my head, so I might as well go out for a walk.
The camp has always been built next to the river, and behind it is a small river. The moonlight shines in the shallow water, and the pebbles at the bottom of the river can be clearly seen.
The two walked hand in hand by the river for a while, and Mu Hanzhang had cold sweat on his forehead and had to sit down on a stone.
Jing Shao touched his sweaty forehead: "Don't go anymore, sit for a while and I'll carry you back."
Mu Hanzhang breathed a sigh of relief, raised his head and smiled and said, "Do you know what day it is today?"
"What day?" Jing Shao was stunned, looked up at the waning moon in the sky, and couldn't remember what day it was today.
Mu Hanzhang smiled but said nothing, took the sapphire flute from his waist: "Let me play a tune for you."
The author has something to say: the legendary small theater:
Right Hujun: Xiao Zuo, what are you doing by the river in the middle of the night
Zuo Hujun: blowpipe.
Right guard: ! ! !