The blood stained the shirt before my eyes, and I heard the beating of war drums and shouts. Song Hanzhao's side suffered heavy casualties, but they had already fought their way out of the siege.
They went directly to Nanshan, but Song Hanzhuo was seriously injured, especially on his face and legs. His face was covered in blood, and there were only two guards left around him.
"Your Highness, King Chen, if you persist, reinforcements will be here soon." A guard on the side said. Song Hanzhuo smiled at him, his charming face became a little more swaying, "Don't worry, I have a great destiny."
As he spoke, Song Hanzhuo fixed his eyes on a certain corner, where there was a white figure, and shouted in a deep voice, "Come out!" The two guards beside him immediately drew their swords and looked at the white figure not far away.
I saw a woman in a white dress walking out from behind the trees. She was wearing a long white brocade dress with white plum blossoms embroidered on the skirt. She tied up her slender waist with a white brocade belt.
. She tied her black hair into a bun and inserted only a white jade hairpin with plum blossoms. Although it was simple, she looked fresh. She applied a thin layer of makeup on her face, but she was still beautiful. She held a bamboo basket in her hand.
He was holding some herbs. He saw the woman's deer-like eyes, timidly looking at Song Hanzhuo who was covered in blood.
Seeing that the person who came was a woman, everyone heaved a sigh of relief, put away their faces, and said to the girl, "Come on, you haven't seen anyone today, do you understand?"
The woman did not answer, but slowly walked step by step towards Song Hanzhuo, who was leaning under the big tree. The two guards looked at the woman in white defensively again, "Don't come over here." After saying that, they put a touch of white on the place.
When the figure was still three meters away from Song Hanzhuo, a cold sword was placed on the neck of the woman in white, "Who are you?!"
"Girl, I'm sorry, no matter who you are, you shouldn't see our master here today." As soon as he finished speaking, there was shaking at the tip of the sword.
"Your Majesty..." The woman's lips moved slightly, the basket in her hand fell to the ground, and she looked at Song Hanzhuo who was covered in blood with a shocked face. Song Hanzhuo slightly raised his dark eyes and looked at the woman in front of him.
A familiar face came into view, with shoulders as slim as straight waist, skin as fat as blue, and eyes full of clear spring water.
"Take the sword back." The man said in a deep voice, staring at the tearful woman in front of him, and said, "Long time no see, Rong'er."
The woman in front of her was the legendary Murong girl. She didn't expect to meet again in this way today. Murong hurriedly leaned down to check Song Hanzhuo's injuries. His eyes filled with tears filled with affection, he crushed the herbs in the basket and applied it.
He touched Song Hanzhuo's injured leg, tore off the hem of his dress, and bandaged Song Hanzhuo.
Song Hanzhuo did not communicate too much with Murong, but closed his eyes and psychologically analyzed the situation in front of him. The reinforcements have not arrived yet. It is possible that Xihekou was attacked, or someone simply did not want the reinforcements to arrive.
Murong looked at the man sitting leaning against the tree in front of him. Seeing him again felt like it was a lifetime ago. Under the blood, his face was still handsome, but he was more mature and resolute than three years ago. This man made her dream, and he would never forget it.
She heard that he was married to a princess and was the daughter of a prime minister. She was stunningly beautiful, top-notch in talent, and decisive in killing. She was very suitable for him. She was a little envious of the woman she had never met before, who could get the position she had dreamed of for a long time.
, and the love of the person in front of you.
After a long time, Song Hanzhuo, who had closed his eyes to rest, suddenly opened his eyes and stared sharply at the front of the woods. Sure enough, not long after, a group of people appeared in front of the woods.
"The general's rescue came too late, I hope you will be punished." Tang Yunheng, who was dressed in silver armor, knelt on one knee in front of Song Hanzhuo. When he looked at Murong, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.
"Young General Tang came in time, what's the crime?" Two guards helped him up. Song Hanzhuo personally helped Tang Yunheng up and punched him hard on the chest. "Just come back."
Tang Yunheng smiled at him and nodded heavily to Song Hanzhao. Seeing that Song Hanzhao was about to leave, Murong couldn't help but move forward and looked at Song Hanzhao with his big watery eyes.
"Order to send Miss Murong back." Song Hanzhuo lowered his head and ordered. Tang Yunheng was startled when he heard Murong's name, and then returned to normal, but he still couldn't help but look at her a few more times.
The news that Song Hanzhuo was seriously injured soon spread to the capital. When the news was received, that night, the lights in the Bieyi Pavilion of Prince Chen's Mansion were brightly lit until dawn.
Fuyang City.
When the army returned, Ji Fuling, dressed as a follower, stood at the gate of the military camp and watched from a distance as the large army rode in on war horses. The leader was the man in silver armor, riding heroically on a tall white horse, riding towards her.
Come running.
The white horse neighed loudly, stopped beside Ji Fuling, turned over and dismounted handsomely, and said with slightly furrowed eyebrows, "Why are you here?"
"I'm waiting for you to come back." The woman's eyes were bright and full of joy. Tang Yunheng rubbed her head as usual, and with a long hand, the two of them flew onto the white horse and rode back to the military camp together.
The lights in Song Hanzhuo's tent were brightly lit, and the military doctor's forehead was covered with cold sweat. Song Hanzhuo's leg was not only injured, but the wound was poisonous. If it was not treated properly, the leg would probably cost him.
"How is His Highness's injury?" Tang Yuan and Tang Yunheng saw that the military doctor had examined the injury and hurriedly stepped forward to ask. The military doctor shook his head and said, "The weapon that injured His Highness was poisoned. His Highness may be disfigured and his legs may not be saved."
A proud man of heaven, if his face is disfigured and his legs are ruined, he may be ruined for the rest of his life. When everyone was at a loss what to do, a soldier came to report, "General, there is a man outside the door who calls himself Young Master Ji and wants to see him."
Everyone's eyes were filled with joy, "Please come quickly, please come quickly." Tang Yuan, who looked unhappy, said excitedly. Ji Nanbei was originally in Yingshui City. When he heard that His Highness King Chen sent troops to plot a conspiracy, he ran over to watch the excitement.
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Ji Nanbei, dressed in light blue clothes, walked into Song Hanzhuo's tent calmly, "Mr. Ji, you came just in time." Tang Yuan and Tang Yunheng hurriedly greeted him, "The prince will be safe and sound with you."
"When did General Tang learn how to flatter others?" Ji Nanbei put the medicine box behind him on the table, as gentle as ever. Everyone consciously gave up their positions to Ji Nanbei. After lowering their heads to check the injury, their sword eyebrows couldn't help but frown.
He got up, then returned to normal, and said happily to a certain prince who was lying on the bed with a pale face, "It is indeed very relieved to see His Highness injured like this in my lifetime."
"If you can't cure me, I will scratch your face and break your legs." After hearing Ji Nanbei's words, a certain prince flashed a smile in his eyes and threatened, "I will do what I say...
...His..." Before a certain prince could finish speaking, the silver needle in Ji Nanbei's hand had already been pierced. He was not affected by this childish prince at all, and said coldly, "You should think about how to survive in my hands.
Bar."
Seeing that the man in front of him, who was known as the miracle doctor, could save his face and legs, His Royal Highness Chen Wang, who had always been arrogant and domineering, obediently kept his mouth shut.
"You all get out of here." A prince who was hurt by a needle said coldly to the people in the tent. For a while, Ji Nanbei, a seemingly gentle guy, didn't know how to treat him.
After hearing this, everyone hurriedly leaned over and retreated.
After the Tang family father and son went out, they happened to meet Ji Fuling holding herbal medicine, "That girl is the girl who saved you." Tang Yuan's eyes fell on Ji Fuling, who was dressed as an entourage. Her small features were exquisite and clear, and her body was full of aura.
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"Yes." Tang Yunheng's eyes also fell on Ji Fuling, who was walking towards her, and his eyes couldn't help but soften. "She is also a member of the Ji family. When she went to find medicine for Shaoqing, she was the one who accompanied her.
I went into Vientiane Valley together."
Tang Yuan stroked his long beard and said with admiration, "She is a good girl."
"Young Master Tang." Ji Fuling greeted Tang Yunheng with a smile. When she saw Tang Yuan bowing his head and bowing, "I have met General Tang."
"Miss Ji, there is no need to be polite." Tang Yuan said with a rare smile, "I would also like to thank Miss Ji for saving my son."
"It's just a doctor's duty, it's not worth mentioning."
The three of them were chatting when they saw Ji Nanbei, who had finished his treatment, opened the curtain and walked out. His eyes fell on Ji Fuling and his eyes narrowed slightly. Ji Fuling did not expect that her brother would be here, so her first reaction was to turn around.
He ran away, but before he even took a step, someone pulled him up by the collar, "Why are you running if you see me?"
"Brother..." A certain girl with a guilty conscience turned around and smiled flatteringly at Ji Nanbei, "I didn't recognize him for a moment."
"Ji Fuling, you have become promising, don't you dare go home." A certain holy doctor grabbed his sister's collar and said with a sullen face. Ji Fuling originally promised the master that he would return to Jiangnan in three months.
However, she followed Tang Yunheng to Fuyang City alone and lost contact with Ji's family, so Ji Nanbei came to look for her.
"Mr. Ji, how is His Royal Highness Chen's injury?" Tang Yunheng received a look from a woman asking for help and asked Ji Nanbei.
Ji Nanbei let go of Ji Fuling's collar, reached out and tapped Ji Fuling's acupuncture point, who was about to run away, and resumed his gentle and jade-like manner, "His Royal Highness Chen's poison has been cured, and his leg is saved, but
The wound on the face is deep and may leave scars." After speaking to the Tang family and his son, Ji Nanbei unblocked Ji Fuling's acupuncture points, took her hand and said to the Tang family and his son, "I have to deal with some household matters.
I’ll take my leave now.”
Ji Fuling's face was filled with a look of death, which made Tang Yunheng laugh. He watched Ji Fuling being led away by Ji Nanbei like a little rabbit.