"Although General Nan suffered many injuries, not all of them were critical. In addition, the general is young and strong, and has very tenacious vitality. He is now out of danger. From now on, he only needs to take medicine at regular intervals every day and wait for the general.
Just wake up and that’s it.”
"Thank you so much, doctors." Ruo Dong nodded, and An Ge invited the medical officers outside and handed over the rewards.
In a place like Tiankeju, there are many strange people and strange people, and naturally there are many conflicts, but in critical moments, there are more people who can help. It seems that Mr. Ruo can be by his side when he goes out with the leader Wen.
These people are all top masters with special skills that are hidden deep inside. As soon as I heard that my husband called me to come to treat General Nan, the man who usually had a hunched back and a white beard didn't notice when he saw this person.
The masters of the apricot forest who spoke in a subtle manner showed off their special skills and rushed into Qingqing and Jiayou's camp.
Those people took General Nan's pulse for a while, then gathered together to discuss some treatment prescription. Seeing them circling around Nan Jiayou, Qingqing was interested at first, and then felt a twinge in his head.
pain--
Each of the dozens of doctors opened his mouth and started making noises, as if he was overturning a hornet's nest. If it were Qingqing himself who was lying on the couch now, even if it was noisy, he would be woken up and turned around.
It was obvious that they were injuries that would not heal for a while, so what was there to be busy with? Qingqing watched for a long time, but couldn't figure out why, so she simply found a deserted corner, curled up, lifted up her clothes, and
Look at the wound on the lower abdomen where pus and blood are bleeding and the other half is scabbed.
Fortunately, there was a gust of wind yesterday, so the weather today was not unbearably hot and dry. Qingqing sighed happily. If it had been such a hot day, the stab wounds on himself and Nan Jiayou would have only
I'm afraid it has already pus and rotted away.
"Mrs. Nan."
Qing Qing heard someone speaking in front of him, but he didn't know what he meant, so he didn't raise his head to pay attention. It wasn't until his mind reflected for a moment that he realized that the person standing in front of him was calling him "Mrs. Nan", so he quickly put it down.
He stood up and said, "What are you doing?" I saw that the doctor's face was covered with thick white hair and white beards that were all connected together. Only a pair of mung bean-sized squinting eyes could see clearly, and then he listened.
The man smiled and said:
"I will leave these materials and dosages for making medicines here for Madam. In the next few days, our Tiangu people will come to check the general's pulse every day, so Madam does not need to worry too much. The rest of the time,
General, please ask Madam to take care of you."
Seeing this man's expression, there was a lot of asking for credit and reward. Qingqing saw it in his eyes, but he felt very unhappy. Then he lowered his head and looked at the prescription handed over by this man. It was just a taste of ordinary healing.
Ordinary herbal medicines can still be prescribed even by a person like Qing Qing who has a simple knowledge of medical skills.
Seeing these people solemnly holding the prescription in front of him, he wished that Mrs. Nan, like An Shaoxia, would distribute more reward money to no one, and Qingqing could not help but feel a little more contemptuous in his heart.
I don't know if the thoughts in her heart were revealed on her face unconsciously. Qingqing just took the prescription lightly, glanced at it, threw it on the table, said, "Thank you," and walked on by herself.
He went to the side and wiped his white jade flute. When the doctors saw this, they looked at each other, shook their heads and retreated silently.
Even after walking far away, the voices of their discussions could still be heard in Qingqing's ears: "What exactly do the master and the master think so good about this person that they can betroth her to General Nan? Don't even look at it.
Are you worthy or not..." Listening to the worry, Qingqing used enough strength in her hands to raise the wooden flute and wave it——
With the "Long Live Withered Vine" move, only a "bang" sound was heard, and Nan Jiayou's long sword was split into two halves.
"What's going on?" When An Ge came to visit at night, he saw the two broken swords on the ground still inserted in their scabbards, while Qingqing took a small fan and slowly boiled the medicine, and couldn't help but ask. Qingqing
Hearing her coming in, he didn't turn around, but replied calmly: "I tried my strength today and accidentally missed it."
"Hey, I thought it was such a big deal, it scared me." An Ge breathed out, "It's just an ordinary sword. When General Nan wakes up, sir will naturally give him a new one."
Here, he suddenly remembered the real purpose of his visit and asked: "How is General Nan's injury?"
"Much better, at least I can survive for a few days."
"Okay... General, Mr. Ruo is very concerned about this." An Shaoxia nodded slowly, hesitating a little, as if she wanted to say something. She then slowly said, "You have worked so hard to take care of him these days, if
If you have any difficulties, just tell me at any time."
Having said that, An Ge thought that Qing Qing would be a little angry, but who knew that she just turned around after hearing the words, smiled bitterly at herself and said: "It's not about taking care of me or not. It's not the first time to help people live longer.
Furthermore, my life was saved with the help of many people. Now I have no time to repay the favor, so I should repay it to this Young Master of the Nan family."
After saying that, Qingqing took a handkerchief and opened the lid of the medicine jar, and a bitter aroma of medicine slowly spread out.
Seeing her like this, An Ge couldn't help but feel a little surprised. He couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "It's naturally best if you can look away like this now. From now on, you can calm down and do your best."
It’s ‘Mrs. Nan’ who is a guest.”
Qingqing did not answer, but asked: "Sister, do you know what the Nanlin Jiang family is asking for?"
An Ge was stunned by this question, and he really couldn't answer it for a while. In fact, let alone An Ge, Ruo Dong himself didn't necessarily know it clearly. Many disciples of Tiankeju had thought about this problem before, so south of the Jiang family
As Lin's widow, she forms cliques in the world and gets everything she wants. What does she want?
Is it money, power, status, or rare martial arts secrets and supreme magic weapons? Nothing seems right.
After all, with the conditions that Master Nan has in Shisha Qionglin, plus the unique skills passed down by the ancestors of the Jiang family - as the supreme Mrs. Nan, she, Jiang Suyi, is still curious about other sects' money, property or status?
After thinking for a moment, An Ge raised his eyes and replied: "Perhaps he wants to establish his own sect. The Jiang family was previously considered a major sect in Nanlin, but it has been declining over the years. When Jiang Suyi and Jiang Shenbi came to power, they could only rely on Nanzhang.
Only by being close to the door can you occupy a place. The Jiang family's scenery was so glorious in the past, so Mrs. Jiang must also have fantasies today, thinking that she can revive the glory of her ancestors by relying on her beauty and reasonable magical skills."
An Ge finished speaking in one breath, feeling that his thoughts were rarely so clear, and he couldn't help but feel a lot more confident.
In addition to having enough food and clothing, who can be truly pure and devoid of desires? When you have desires, you naturally have to take action and give it a try, even if you are overestimating your own abilities.
After all, no one can predict who will win until the last minute.
Unexpectedly, when Qingqing heard this, he stood up and brought the soup in the bowl to the table. Then he found a small spoon and moistened it in Jiayou's mouth bit by bit: "You are only half right. The Jiang family wants to be independent.
There is no doubt that the sect is a sect, but the reason for establishing their own sect is not to revive the former prosperous times of the head Wen Kang like Mr. Wen and Mr. Ruo did. On the contrary, the two daughters of the Jiang family colluded with people everywhere in the world, and they
Wanting to establish one's own sect has the same reason."
Hearing this, An Shaoxia was startled and couldn't help but be entranced: "What's the reason?"
"They hope that their names and identities can truly remain in the history books of the world. For example, when the previous heads were there, everyone in the world called Jiang Suyi 'Mrs. Nan' or even 'Mrs. Wen'.
But the two of them are different after they die - Mrs. Jiang is the unique Mrs. Jiang, and Young Master Jiang is the unique Young Young Master Jiang."
"Before your arm was poisoned, this is what Mrs. Jiang told me in the cabin." Qingqing saw An Ge's eyes opening wider and wider, and his brows were full of disbelief, so he couldn't help but continue.
He said, "The Jiang family does not have a decent style, and I know it in my heart. But in this matter, Mrs. Jiang Suyi and Jiang are indeed admirable for once."
After finishing speaking, Qingqing held the empty medicine bowl in his hand, looked up, and seemed to be thinking about something.
An Ge was still stunned in place, as if he couldn't calm down for a long time. He originally thought that in this chaotic world, what the decent faction wanted was loyalty, while the crooked faction preferred to rely on the strong to bully the weak and take pleasure in robbery.
Now it seems that the techniques passed down by various sects are just tools in the hands of Jianghu people.
People meet in the world of competition and competition between Chu, He and Han, and what they want in their hearts, but they all have their own agendas.
The two looked at each other in silence for a long time. Ange lowered his head and sighed: "I understand. You have to continue to take care of him these days." Qingqing nodded silently and said: "Don't worry." Then he suddenly came back to his senses,
He put away the used medicine bowl and spoon. Seeing that she still had many things to do, An Ge quietly walked out without saying a word.
Linghu Qingqing heard her leaving, but she didn't say goodbye. She just picked up a handful of water and sprinkled it coldly on her face.
After nightfall, Qingqing blew out the candles, leaned against the couch, closed her eyes and fell asleep. Perhaps because she had maintained this posture yesterday and today, Qingqing only felt numbness in her arms and a dull pain in the back of her neck.
Forget it, if something happens to Nan Jiayou in the middle of the night, it would be better for him to stay closer.
Qingqing thought like this, and slowly turned his head and rested it on his arm. Suddenly, he heard Jiayou say something, and he was so frightened that he straightened up immediately. He only heard Jiayou say in a daze and inarticulately.
Talking about:
"Qing'er... you... why did you leave me..."
Nan Jiayou actually repeated his own name in his dream.
Listening to him suddenly falling into a deep sleep, and sometimes talking vaguely in his sleep, Qingqing suddenly couldn't sleep. He stood up and kept pacing, letting his footsteps mix with Jiayou's whispering in his sleep.
Intertwined. Finally unable to bear it any longer, Qingqing found a candle in the dark and lit it with a bang.
Suddenly, Nan Jiayou's tear-stained face appeared in front of him.
Under the dim light, Jiayou stopped talking. Instead, his eyelids moved. Qingqing seemed to be frozen in place, holding the candlestick motionless in his hand, staring at Nan Jiayou's eyes. Only his eyelashes were visible.
While trembling, a pair of bright eyes opened slowly.
Qingqing stared into those eyes, thousands of words came to her mind, but she couldn't say a word.
That was the closest Qing Qing came to blurting out - under the flickering candlelight, she almost couldn't help but tell Nan Jiayou's true past completely in front of him.
Jiayou saw Qingqing's face clearly, and without saying a word, he turned his head to the other side. Qingqing blew out the candle with a "whoosh", plunging the somewhat cold camp into darkness again. It seemed that Jiayou could hear Jiayou breathing rapidly.
, feeling aggrieved and unwilling. Qingqing lowered his eyes and said slowly: