C291 injury severity

Only by shooting Jin Wushu's arrow would he have the chance to turn the tide and win the battle. But the price he had to pay, was even greater than Jin Wushu's.

When Hua Rong saw his situation clearly, her tears almost fell, as she spoke incoherently: "Pengju, what's wrong …"

He smiled, tired but happy, like a man in a drought, seeing the oasis of the desert.

Clear Spring.

Far away, the raging flames above the Zhizhou Prefecture were already only left with a puff of smoke.

Here, they welcomed the Song Kingdom's first three thousand strong army. They were all the army of the Xiangyang that Yue Pengju had gathered at Wing Wang and were preparing in the middle.

They had sent out their search for a wife, and annihilated pseudo-Qi army, both at the same time. What was most rare was that Zhao Deji did not send anyone to stop them. If it was in the past, whenever the Song Jun took the initiative to attack, or if it was a fake Golden Army, he would immediately hand over the edict, wanting to "treat peace as the most precious thing".

And because of this, after Liu Lin's army was dragged around by the King Qin, once they returned, they met this group of elite Song Jun who were rushing over to kill them. Their momentum was great, after being ambushed multiple times, they discovered that the Fourth Prince was gone, so they could only lead their troops and flee. Hua Rong and her wife met a group of people who were fleeing from the army. At this point, the pseudoQi army had all left Red Leaf Town, and the two prefectures that had temporarily fallen during the mutiny with Miao Liu had all been retracted.

The soldiers were clearing the field after the fire.

Yue Pengju set fire to the granary only at the supply depot. The goal was to cut off the camouflage supply and didn't dare to fight with Song Jun for long periods of time. However, the King Qin did not care that much. Fires were set in every direction and the entire city was in panic. It was also because of this that the chaos accelerated, and the false defeat accelerated.

Even though it was more effective, countless women and children were burned to death in the flames of war. Especially the tricks that Liu Lin had brought along with the army — — songbird, where no one came to save him and more than half of them died.

Zhang Xian took charge of the daily recovery. According to Yue Pengju's usual practice, he would cover every family member of the deceased for 10 yuan and recruit them into his community.

Smoke curled up in the air.

A quiet village.

Yue Pengju sat on a lone stool, his upper body bare.

He held a large bowl of scalpels in his hand and tilted his head back to drink them all in one gulp. There was a grunt in his throat and a scowl of broad brows. But he looked so strange that he didn't have any eyebrows at all.

Hua Rong had never seen a person without eyebrows before, but she felt that his expression was really funny.

However, his eyes were tightly shut, and he looked like he was about to fall asleep. It was too dangerous to let him sleep now.

Hua Rong then burst out laughing, "Pengju, you're so funny …"

He heard her soft voice, so familiar, in his ears, a voice like the most gentle moment of charm, like the most charming moment of gentleness.

His eyelids fluttered, but it was difficult to open them.

Hua Rong quietly went behind him, and while he was raising her neck, she quickly took the opportunity to pull out three arrows.

Pain. His eyes flew open and closed, and he was sweating profusely.

Hua Rong seemed to be able to see his expression, and suddenly leaned on his neck and blew lightly. She whispered softly into his ear, "Does it hurt …"

Before he could answer, she pulled out another four arrows. Before his scream could escape his throat, the burning red alcohol rained down on the snow-white kernels and covered his wound.

Hua Rong tilted her head and looked at her from the side. Sweat poured down her face as she tightly held onto her hand without letting go as she said in a weak voice, "Sister Shi Qi, I'm in so much pain …"

This voice didn't sound like it belonged to him, but to the young Lu Wenlong, who seemed to be in pain from being thrown on the ground.

A soft feeling rippled through her heart, causing Hua Rong to feel sad yet funny. Before he could reply, her body softened and she fainted.

Even someone who had been beaten down by iron would not be able to endure such suffering.

His hand still gripped hers tightly, but she couldn't break it. Hua Rong did not argue and called for a guard to come along with him. The two carefully helped him onto the bed, the blanket that had already been warmed up a long time ago was warm and scalding. However, his body wasn't boiling hot. Instead, it was getting colder and colder.

The guard serving him at the side had long finished brewing the medicine, and only after Hua Rong poured a large bowl for him to drink, did she sit beside him.

Only at this moment did the people who had been looking for him hurriedly feel the change. The people fled in all directions. There were no military doctors during the urgent march, so it was considered lucky that a guard had gone out for half a day to hire a doctor.

The doctor checked Yue Pengju's pulse, then inspected his wound, seeing that Hua Rong had already done a simple job, he was very satisfied, and praised: "Madam knows about medicine too? It was handled well. "If I had been any later, I'm afraid it would have been even more serious …"

Since Hua Rong had joined the army, both Penga and herself had been injured frequently, so usually when they were reading the medical books, especially during the year where they recuperated at the border of Oolong Town, the couple had almost become half doctors.

She watched carefully as the doctor took out an ancestral brown plaster and applied it to Pengju. After smearing the medicine and bandaging it, she gave the doctor a generous amount of consultation fee s. When the doctor heard that she was a famous general, he was very happy and thanked her: "I do not dare to take Yue Xiang Gong's consultation fee s …"

Hua Rong smiled: "Old sir, thank you for your hard work, how can I reject you?"

The doctor replied with a straight face, "I am practicing medicine in the countryside and I live a stable life. But ever since Golden Army and pseudo-Qi army came, they did not have a single peaceful day. Both of my sons were killed by the rebels. They had always hoped for the Wang Shi to raise their troops and retreat. I have long heard of the great name of the Yue Xiang Gong, and have the honour of treating him … "

Hua Rong replied respectfully: "Thank you for your trust, Sir."

The doctor firmly refused to accept the consultation fee and only asked: "Madam, is the imperial court going to declare war on the abductors? "As long as we kill and retreat, I'll avenge my son …"

"Old mister, don't worry. The imperial government will do its best to protect the people of Song Kingdom. "

The doctor was overjoyed. He was unwilling to accept the consultation fee no matter what, so he flew away.

Hua Rong personally saw him to the door. Her heart was deeply worried. Did the Son of Heaven really have the courage and boldness to fight against the prisoners today? Is there? Is there?

How many exiled citizens had high hopes for the Wang Shi's Northern Setting Central Plains?

But, Zhao Deji, how could he live up to such expectations?

Yue Pengju laid on his bed unconscious. After forcing himself to drink two big bowls of porridge, he went back to the house to accompany. The sky had already darkened. She had been busy for a while, and after sitting for so long, her body was covered in sweat. Only then did she feel cold. As he touched Yue Pengju, his entire body was also ice-cold.

She was anxious. He was seriously injured, and if he didn't get warm, he was in danger.

She covered him with several quilts, but he was still stiff and cold, his eyes closed.

Anxious, he was suddenly hit by a flash of inspiration. He lifted up a bit of the blanket and stripped off his clothes. Then, he took off his clothes and went to bed, hugging his waist tightly.

His entire body quivered as if he was holding a huge block of ice.

She managed to turn his body so that his chest was close to hers, so that his hands and feet were numb with the cold.

She smiled in the darkness and hugged him even more tightly. She only felt tired, incomparably tired. Only now did she remember that after so many days of 'hunger strike', her body had already reached its limit.

Hua Rong was awoken by the sound of firecrackers.

However, his eyelids were still tired. In a daze, his body was pressed against the warm and thick chest. He felt extremely relaxed, peaceful and safe. It had been a long time since he had last experienced such comfort.

She warmed the quilt, ignored the noise outside, and continued to sleep while crawling up the quilt.

After a long while, she suddenly felt a warm gaze and opened her eyes. She laughed tiredly: "Pengju, you're awake."

His voice was hoarse as he embraced the soft body in his arms. His "arms" were so strange, his whole body was in pain, he couldn't use his strength, she was the one who wrapped his hands around her waist.

She reached out her hand to stroke his bald brows and couldn't help but laugh. "Pengju, your current appearance is so funny …"

He had no idea that his eyebrows had been scorched, that he had become a man without eyebrows. Only when he was touched by her soft hand did he know the reason. Seeing her smile so happily, he also grinned, as if his whole body was no longer in so much pain.

He slowly moved his arm. His almost numb arm gradually gained a bit of strength. Following her example, he also touched her crescent-shaped eyebrows. The two of them crossed their arms and touched each other's eyebrows. It seemed that their actions were very strange.

Hua Rong snorted again, "Are my eyebrows still there?"

"Yes, he's still here."

"Hehe, Pengju, are you going to find me in the fire for being burned?"

He nodded.

"I knew it. Look, there are a total of eight injuries on his body. In order to recuperate properly, it will take at least half a year. "

He raised his eyebrows, but it was "no eyebrows". His expression was even more ridiculous. "It can't be?"

"Sigh, half a year is half a year. As long as I can survive, it's already not bad." She was genuinely happy that as long as everyone was alive, it was better than anything else. So it turned out that he was getting more and more afraid of death. Actually, who would really want to die?

But losing a son was inevitable.

He and her wife looked at each other with the same feelings. Although they had only been together for more than a year, their relationship with this child had already grown deep. The child's small laughter had brought the two of them so much happiness, especially those days when Hua Rong was recuperating. For this reason, she specialized in making clothes and hats for her children from the uninterested red knit. Unexpectedly, they parted at night. It was unknown when they would meet again.

Hua Rong sighed: "I hope that Jin Wushu will always treat him well."

Yue Pengju also sighed: "I'm not worried about that. Jin Wushu was always sincere towards his children. He would never treat him badly. "

Yue Pengju also grinned widely. As he did not have eyebrows, his smile was also very strange. His hand that could already move lightly slid down his wife's face, stopping at her soft neck. It had been too long since he last saw such a wonderful body. Although he was already as familiar as if he was his own, at this moment, he felt his heart palpitating.

Hua Rong's face flushed red. She lightly patted his hand and spat at him in a low voice, "Where's your wound …"