Wild Malicious Consort: Good For Nothing Ninth Miss

The two servants were talking, listening to the sudden noise outside the door, the noisy footsteps of the wrong people, and the noisy voice of the man called "Doctor”, all coming into their ears.

The stranger heard rumors and immediately dropped the tea in his hand and got up and walked out.

Sure enough, in the spacious backyard, two ordinary soldiers dressed like one on the left and one on the right, holding blood all over them, the unconscious Mojiang walked in, and they followed many soldiers, each with more or less color, but they didn't know anything about it, just walking and yelling, "Doctor, hurry up, go to the doctor, the general is going to fail! ”

Mo Jiang, that's a qualified general.

Mo Jiang was still greatly appreciated by the stranger, so seeing him wounded like this, he hastily followed him forward, “I am a doctor, I can save him, you can carry him in quickly. ”

Strangers had been the only woman in the army before. They naturally knew her. They also knew that she was a doctor. They couldn't care less. They nodded their heads and sent Mo Jiang into the empty room.

“Qin Lin, go get my medicine box.” The stranger caught up in a hurry and said back.

Qin Lin nodded hard and ran back into the room of the stranger like a cigarette. Soon, he took the medicine box back.

At this time, Mo Jiang, the previous day's wind was long gone.

The armor on his body had been removed, but the clothes on his body had been glued together by blood, it could not be undone, the wounds could not be seen, strangers saw the flowers, took the shears directly and skillfully, cut off all the clothes on his body.

Without the cover of the clothes, the flowers on the stranger will make the wounds on Mo Jiang clear.

Seeing him on a strong body on a daily basis, he had all sorts of scars, big and small, including sword wounds, knife wounds, and a lot of bruising. Some of the wounds are shallow and have already been scabbed, while others still exuding a small amount of blood from time to time. The wounds are even more frightening. If you look at Mojiang's face, it's already as white as paper. It won't hold up at any time.

What kind of battle did you go through and what kind of tenacity did you have to sustain this wrecked body to fight?

The strange flower was shocked by the wound on Mo Jiang's body. His heart suddenly cleared up a lot. She began to deal with the wound very quickly. While she was dealing with the wound, she still didn't forget to tell him: “I can't walk away right now, come and write down a person to make medicine quickly, otherwise your general's life will not be saved. ”

The soldiers pushed a man out of it and rushed to find a pen and paper, “Okay, well, you say the queen. ”

“Ginseng, Emu, Ho Hsien...” The stranger did not remove half of Mo Jiang's body, but was still able to accurately describe the prescription.

When Yanbeicheng brought the doctor in, what happened was this scene, and there was nothing I could do.

He wanted the stranger to spend a good rest, but she couldn't help it. After a while, she took care of herself again. She really made him feel more and more distressed.

“Go see someone else in the west wing first.” Yan Beicheng turned to the doctor beside him and told him to find a place in the house to sit and quietly look at the flowers to cure Mo Jiang.

A person's seriousness is extremely fascinating, as is the case with strangers who spend their time in the eyes of Yanbeicheng.

Her focused eyebrows and flipping fingertips fell into his eyes, all like special magic in his eyes, separate magical mind.

At this moment, the stranger's entire mind was immersed in the healing of the patient, with no sense of Yanbeicheng's gaze. After so busy living for almost two hours, Mo Jiang was pulled back from the ghost gate.

“Feed him the medicine, and one more night, he should wake up, and you should prepare some light meals like porridge in advance before he wakes up too hungry.” The stranger rubbed the sweat off his forehead while admonishing the soldiers behind him.

The soldiers all nodded like garlic and no longer had prejudice in their hearts to the flowers on the stranger.

The stranger was about to go out and saw Yan Beicheng sitting at the table inside the house, holding her chin was focused on looking at her.

“When did you get back?” The stranger picked a few points and looked at Yan Beicheng with surprise.

“while you were healing General Mo.” Yan Beicheng slowly stood up and took her hand forward and walked out. "I think you've been busy and haven't eaten yet. The king will take you to dinner. ”

The stranger was dragged by Yan Beicheng, and had to follow him at his feet, but looking at the sky outside, he couldn't help but wonder, "This late night, where to eat, hey, you won't order people to cook in the middle of the night again. ”

Yanbeicheng turned around helplessly and raised her hand gently over her forehead, “My queen, this is now in the city, there is naturally a liquor store outside. ”

The stranger touched the front of the forehead that Yan Beicheng had ordered, and the rear sensory reaction came, "I forgot. ”

As soon as the voice fell, the whole person was dragged forward uncontrollably by Yan Beicheng. This time, she was still stunned and suddenly dragged forward by Yan Beicheng. She could not help but touch her wound.

She suddenly took a slight breath and Liu frowned firmly.

“What's the matter?” With such a slight voice, Yan Beicheng still immediately entered his ear. He hurried back and looked at Mo. He saw her left hand covering his right arm, his eyebrows wrinkled. He reacted quickly and couldn't help but pat himself on the head. “The king forgot your wound. Did he hurt you? Is there a problem with the wound? Should we go back and see? ”

The stranger shook his head, his eyebrows stretched out, "It's okay, it's just a tear. ”

Then, as soon as her voice fell, she felt light-hearted and the whole person had been held up by Yan Beicheng, “Yan Beicheng, what are you going to do? Put me down. ”

At this time the sky is late, but there are still some people on the street. This hug in Yanbeicheng attracted pedestrian attention again.

Yanbeicheng didn't care, but he wouldn't let go, and he just hugged her and walked up on the street, "If they like to see it, they just want to take the king's princess to dinner. ”

Between words, drowning.

The stranger stared at Yanbeicheng with endless tender eyes for a moment, and the defensive line in his heart seemed to fall completely loose at this moment, and his heart softened completely.

Women are such strange creatures, and sometimes they don't need anything fierce, maybe just the end of a fine branch of life, all of which can completely transform their hearts into pieces.