"Huh? Why are there so many quilts piled here?" Xian Jianluo came back from the back door, looked at the pile of quilts on the floor, and asked to himself.
"Uncle Xian, come back. I've been waiting for you for a long time. How about taking a quick look at this bad uncle? My mother said she wanted you to come back and see him, but she doesn't care." Xiao Ling got out of the bed and hugged Huang.
Chen Ling's head said.
Xian Jian held his forehead and said, "Okay, where is your mother?"
"She is cooking in the kitchen." Xiao Ling said obediently.
"I'll go tell your mother, Xiao Ling, you can continue to sleep with him in your arms. He is not the bad guy your mother says, don't listen to your mother." Xian Jianru touched Xiao Ling's head and taught.
said.
"I also think this uncle doesn't look like a bad person." Xiaoling nodded and said with a smile.
In the kitchen.
Yan Ruozhen was cooking side dishes, trying her best to make some that suited Huang Chenling's taste. She had only asked Xian Jianluo to take care of him these days, and she didn't know if he had enough to eat.
"What are you frying? It's so fragrant." Xian Jianlu came in and said after smelling the aroma.
"Come back, that guy sneaked out of the house just now and wanted to find me and Xiaoling. Fortunately, I used stun powder to stun him and he fell over there in the backyard. Go and move him back into the house.
, I'm not strong enough." She said deliberately casually while cooking.
"Then it seems that he knows you are here, is there any need to hide it?" Xian Jianlan asked.
"Tomorrow, ask someone to take him back to the military camp so that he won't have long nights and dreams. This way, you won't have to worry about him anymore." She paused her hands and continued.
"Aren't you afraid that his injuries will worsen after you send him back?" Xian Jianlu asked deliberately.
"There must be a doctor in the camp. Can he, a marshal, die? Besides, if he, a marshal, goes back to fight, sooner or later the hills here will be occupied by the enemy." She said it indifferently, but
Her actions betrayed her, and she was already a little panicked and poured a few tablespoons of salt into the pot.
Xian Jianlan looked at her hard-spoken and soft-hearted look and reminded her, "I'm afraid the salt in your pot will make it bitter."
After dinner, Yan Ruocheng coaxed Xiaoling to sleep, and then quietly went to see Huang Chenling.
Xian Jianluo was changing his dressing. As soon as Yan Ruocheng came in, he saw a big bloody wound on Huang Chenling's shoulder. No wonder he was in so much pain every time he was sprinkled with painkiller powder.
The closer she walked in, the more her pink eyebrows wrinkled, and she couldn't help but say, "I'll apply the medicine."
Xian Jianluo naturally handed the medicine to her and said, "Then give him an injection to remove the congestion. You may have thrown him before, causing the wound on his shoulder to bleed, and excess congestion accumulated.
On the upper arm.”
"Okay, I'll do it." She said helplessly.
Xian Jianlan chuckled lightly, handed her the rest of the treatment, and closed the door.
Yan Ruocheng carefully applied the medicine to him, fearing that he would be in pain. He mixed some analgesic analgesic powder and applied it without too much pain. After bandaging his shoulder, he applied acupuncture to his arm and fixed it with a triangle towel.
After applying medicine to the arrow wound on the thigh, it was fixed and bandaged with a small bamboo board.
After that, he brought a basin of warm water and gently wiped the sweat from his body.
Just cover yourself with quilt and prepare to leave.
The man on the bed grabbed her little hand with one hand. His eyes were closed, fearing that she would sprinkle the stun powder a second time. He quickly said: "You don't want me to see you. I have my eyes closed now and can't see you."
.Please stop spreading stun powder, okay?"
Yan Ruozhen really wanted to spread the stun powder again, but when he saw that his eyes were really closed, he held off for the time being.
She looked at him quietly without saying a word.
"Ruozheng, is that you?" He held her hand tightly and asked.
"..." She didn't want to answer.
"If you don't answer, I'll just assume you are." He said with a smile.
When he wanted to ask, she sprinkled the stun powder on his face. The man on the bed became quiet again.
When Huang Chenling woke up the next day, he found that he had returned to the military camp. He asked the soldiers who sent him back. The soldiers just found him nearby and moved him back. They did not find anyone suspicious.
On the night of the third day, a servant came to him with medicine. He took a sip and his eyes lit up. She also came here.
Yan Ruozhen sent him back, only to find that there was not even a doctor in his camp, and there were so many wounded soldiers, so he had to find a way to stay and help.
"Is there a female doctor here?" he asked his servant overjoyed.
"Yes, a kind-hearted female doctor came to take care of the wounded soldiers today. She is still making medicine," the servant explained.
"Hurry up and help me go over to find her." Huang Chenling couldn't wait to get out of bed.
Yan Ruozhen was cooking more than a dozen pots of medicine alone in a certain camp. He arrived and stood at the door, quietly looking at her familiar back.
He asked all his servants to leave and wanted to have a good meeting with her alone.
He limped slowly over and called her softly: "Ruo Li..."
Yan Ruozhen paused, but did not turn around, still facing away from him.
He sighed, moved his injured leg, and walked unsteadily closer to her step by step.
When he reached the last step, he deliberately pretended to stumble, but she finally turned around and supported him.
"Marshal, are you still injured? Don't get out of bed in a hurry."
The woman in front of her didn't look like Yan Ruocheng at all, and even her voice had changed.
"You?" Huang Chenling wasn't sure whether she was disguising herself or not, and was stunned for a moment.
Before she came, she asked Xian Jianlu to help her disguise herself as another girl very precisely. As for her voice, she also took voice-changing pills, which allowed her to change into another person's voice within two hours. This way, Huang
Chen Ling couldn't recognize that she was Yan Ruocheng.
"Master Marshal, the little girl's name is Yuan Xiaodie. Let the little girl help you go back to rest." She pretended to be a stranger, treating him respectfully and unfamiliarly.
"Okay..." Huang Chenling looked at her whole body and nodded thoughtfully.
In order to test whether she was Yan Ruocheng, Huang Chenling deliberately took a few steps, pretended to be weak, and leaned forward. Yan Ruocheng quickly got under his armpits and put her arm around his waist to steady him.
.
This time, he still gave it a try. This guy deliberately pretended to be someone else and wanted to fish in troubled waters by staying with him. Well, since she thought it was more natural, he decided not to know her for the time being.
After helping him back to her camp and letting him lie back on the wooden bed, when she wanted to leave, he said deliberately: "Doctor Yuan, can you help me massage my body? I have been lying down to recuperate for the past few days.
The muscles in my body are a little sore, and I’m worried that I won’t be able to lie down well.”
"Okay. Marshal, please turn your waist slightly first, I'm afraid it will hurt your shoulder." After she changed her identity, people were no longer so wary and were much more calm towards him.
Huang Chenling obediently turned her body slightly, and she sat on the edge of the bed, massaging one side of his lower back with moderate strength.
"Huh, I haven't felt this comfortable for a long time. Your massage technique is very similar to someone I knew before, but she can do it even better than you." He said deliberately.
"Marshal, you should try your best to lie down and recuperate these days. Don't move the wound on your shoulder casually." She changed the subject, not wanting to mention the past.
"Okay, Doctor Yuan, can I just call you Xiaodie?" Huang Chenling said again deliberately pretending to be frivolous.
"Okay." She curled her lips and said.
After that, Huang Chenling deliberately started chatting with her again, asking her where her hometown was and why she was willing to come to the military camp to be a doctor. Yan Ruocheng kept answering all the long and short questions.
Maybe he was really tired, so he fell asleep unconsciously with her pressing his back. He naturally fell down and leaned into her arms.
She looked at his tired sleeping face, and without pushing him away, she carefully hugged and supported him and lay back on the bed.
The enemy soldiers attacked again, Huang Chenling discussed countermeasures all night, and came up with a clever plan to temporarily block their attack.
It rained heavily that day. He was injured and took some soldiers to fight somewhere. When he came back, he was scarred. As soon as he entered the camp, he asked her to come for treatment.
The old injuries were not healed yet, and new ones appeared on his body, leaving large and small scars on his body. In the past, his body was perfect and smooth, but now his skin was thick and bruised. She frowned her eyebrows as graceful as a crescent moon, and slowly helped him apply medicine.
I was afraid that he would be in pain, so I habitually exhaled into the wound.
Huang Chenling endured the pain and said with a wry smile: "The more Xiaodian blows, the more painful my wound will be. It's better not to blow."
"Marshal, is the armor you are wearing useful? Why are you covered in wounds?" she asked angrily.
"The enemies are too skilled. I may not be able to beat them. It's good to be able to come back alive." He said nonchalantly.
"Why has it been so long since the Holy One sent reinforcements? I've been struggling here for a long time." She didn't understand why no reinforcements came to help him, and why Huang Fengmo still couldn't come over. Could it be that seven years later, Lian Huang
Does Feng Mo also care about Huang Chenling's life or death just for the sake of the throne?
"We haven't arrived yet. Don't worry." He replied simply, and reached out to touch her head comfortingly like before.
After Yan Ruozhen bandaged him, he was almost half a mummy. Could this stop her from worrying? Besides, if he fell, she would be worried about whether she would die when she went back to see Xiaoling.
"I'm a little tired and my head hurts a little. Can you stay with me and don't leave?" Huang Chenling lay down, held her little hand, and asked gently.
"My little lady will take good care of the Marshal. Please rest peacefully." She still responded in a distant manner and agreed to his request.
After hearing this, Huang Chenling showed her affectionate expression and slowly closed her eyes.
She brought a basin of hot water, twisted a warm towel, and applied it on his forehead. He was tired and injured. He had been fighting with a fever these days.
If the reinforcements did not arrive, she was afraid that his body would not be able to support him, so she gently covered him with the quilt. She silently prayed to the sky: I hope this war will end soon and let him go back to live a stable life safely.