54 Chapter 54: Yangchun Noodles

Jing Shao hugged the person in his arms tightly. The scene in the prison in his previous life kept reappearing in front of his eyes, making him afraid. If he took one step too late today, his Jun Qing might become a ghost under the knife.

"Your Majesty, the military doctor is here." The right guard dragged the military doctor and ran in in a panic. Then he saw the military advisor leaning on the prince's arms. This posture was so ambiguous!

The left guard also walked in. Seeing the right guard who was struck by lightning, he hurriedly poked him with his elbow.

When Mu Hanzhang saw someone coming in, he let go of Jing Shao's hand.

Jing Shao raised his head and glanced at the military doctor: "Don't come here yet!" Since the prince was going on an expedition, the imperial hospital specially assigned a younger imperial physician to accompany the army, so he still had some trust in the medical skills of this military doctor.

"Yes!" The military doctor hurriedly stepped forward, put the medicine box aside, looked at Mu Hanzhang's condition, and reached out to pull his shirt.

"What are you doing!" Jing Shao grabbed the hand that was reaching for his princess's chest and said with red eyes.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, I... you have to open your clothes and look at the wound." The military doctor was startled, and he stuttered when he was stared at by such a king.

When Jing Shao heard this, he immediately became unhappy and wanted to show his princess's body to others! But there was no other way. Healing the injury was the most important thing. He took a deep breath and raised his hand to untie the clothes of the person in his arms.

"Hiss..." There was naturally a big tear in the clothes at the wound. The blood and clothes had stuck together, and it would hurt when he pulled. Mu Hanzhang couldn't help but take a breath.

Jing Shao immediately didn't dare to move. He carefully picked up the tattered fabric and tore it open with a sharp sound. He quickly peeled off the clothes on his shoulders, revealing his shoulders that were stained red with blood. But he saw a three-inch long wound winding from his shoulder to his collarbone, and blood was still coming out, looking quite ferocious.

The military doctor was intimidated by King Cheng's aura and did not dare to take action, so he came closer and took a closer look: "Prince Qi, fortunately he escaped in time. This knife wound neither injured the muscles nor the internal organs. Please bandage it with medicine." But. "There are no good medicinal materials in this military camp, and they are not those delicate relatives of the emperor, so he did not mention prescribing blood-enhancing decoctions or the like.

Jing Shao looked at the pale handsome face of the man in his arms and felt extremely distressed. The wound was so big and he would have to march in a few days. The road was bumpy and it would definitely not heal well.

When the military doctor saw that the prince had no expression, he took out the golden sore medicine for stab wounds from the medicine box.

"Ask the guards to get a basin of hot water, and you all can get out." Jing Shao grabbed the medicine directly, without giving the military doctor any chance to apply the medicine, and waved them away.

Gently putting the person in his arms back on the bed, Jing Shao got up to get something, and saw the guards on the left and right standing there like two big wooden stakes. His face suddenly turned cold: "The camp is in chaos now, you two What are you still doing here?"

"My subordinates, please retire." The left guard immediately confessed, dragging the right guard and walked out.

"Xiao Zuo, why do I feel that... well, something is wrong between the prince and the military advisor?" You Hujun scratched his head in distress.

Zuo Hujun glanced at him and dragged him forward.

"Hey, why are you ignoring me?" The right guard tried to kick the left guard's butt as he walked, but his arm was pulled, and his legs were too long to move over.

"The prince can hear you when you stand here and speak." Zuo Hujun said expressionlessly.

"Ah!" The right guard screamed, speeding up his pace and pulling the left guard away quickly.

Jing Shao soaked a piece of soft silk with warm water and carefully wiped away the blood around the wound. Instead of using the medicine given by the military doctor, he took out a sapphire vial. Applying this medicine will not increase the pain and will stop the bleeding quickly.

"Don't you still have a medicine from the Western Regions? Use that one." Mu Hanzhang raised his uninjured right arm to block Jing Shao's action of opening the bottle. The war was tense and the camp would be abandoned at any time. Although this medicine was good, it would not speed up the healing of the wound. He remembered that the medicine Jing Shao gave him on his wedding day to treat his lower lip could heal the wound quickly, so it would not affect the march.

"No!" Jing Shao refused without thinking, washed his hands in warm water, poured the clear ointment from the sapphire bottle on his fingertips, and applied it gently to the wound, "That medicine will increase the pain several times. You can't stand it.

The cool ointment was applied to the injured area, which immediately relieved the burning pain. Mu Hanzhang closed his eyes slightly and took a breath.

Jing Shao leaned over and placed a soft kiss on the side of his face. He suppressed the sourness in his eyes, wrapped up the wound skillfully and quickly, and covered him with a quilt.

Mu Hanzhang turned his face and saw Jing Shao's distressed eyes: "I'm fine, you go and do your work."

Jing Shao held a hand outside the quilt and rubbed it slowly over and over again without getting up or speaking.

He never felt that everything would be under control once he was reborn, but what happened now was due to his overconfidence. Now that the San Francisco War has been advanced three years, many things will be different. The relatively young kings of Southwest and Southeast will have different thoughts and practices. Just like the archers and horsemen today, they were the secret treasure of the Southeast King. It was really beyond his expectation that they were willing to lend them to the Southwest King in this life.

Jing Shao put the back of his hand to his face. The world and the throne were no longer what he wanted. In this life, what he really wanted was to stay with Jun Qing forever. If he lost this person, it would be impossible to live again in this life. What's the point?

The softness in his palm suddenly grasped his own hand. Jing Shao came back to his senses and looked up at him.

Mu Hanzhang looked at Jing Shao who was so depressed, like a wounded little animal, clinging to his only thing and refusing to let go. He couldn't help but feel distressed, and gently curled his lips: "Go and help me find Xiao Huang. It was so chaotic just now, don't get lost."

Jing Shao forced a smile and nodded, then got up and went out to find the little tiger. Jun Qing had no idea how distressing it was when he smiled with those bloodless lips.

It took a long time to find the little tiger cub hiding in the gap of the box. Jing Shao shook the gray ball in his hand with disdain, threw it to the soldier to bathe it, and went to deal with the affairs of the camp.

After carefully checking the clothes and weapons on the bodies of the cavalry, Jing Shao was sure that they were the people of the King of Southeast. It is understandable to raid the camp while the army is outside, but it is very puzzling why they targeted a young military advisor who was emerging.

"No one was left alive?" Jing Shao frowned.

"Those archers and horsemen are too fierce, they can't be kept alive at all." The right guard was still frightened when he thought of the knife that chopped all of them. It was the first time he saw such a desperate fighting style, exposing all the gaps just to kill people.

"Repair the tents carefully, build another layer of fortifications outside the camp, and add an extra patrol at night." Jing Shao took the casualties and losses statistics handed over by the left guard and waved his hand to let the two go down.

The guard came in to deliver the dried little tiger. After Jing Shao looked at the things in his hand, he picked up Xiao Huang and went back to the king's tent.

The person on the bed had fallen asleep. The sunset shone on his face through the curtains, and it was still a little pale. Perhaps it was because of the pain of the wound. Mu Hanzhang didn't sleep comfortably, and frowned slightly.

"Wow!" The little tiger who had been tossed for a long time saw his master and screamed excitedly.

"Shh..." Jing Shao slapped the little tiger on the head to silence him, but the fur ball in his hand didn't understand at all and struggled to jump onto the bed.

The person on the bed slowly opened his eyes, looked at the two guys competing with each other, couldn't help but smile, and slowly sat up.

"Don't move!" Jing Shao hurried forward to hold him, and the little tiger jumped onto the bed, rolled on the quilt, and jumped onto Mu Hanzhang's legs to grab the quilt.

Not long after, the soldier who delivered the meal came in with two bowls of noodles: "Military Advisor, the noodles are cooked."

"Why do you want to eat noodles?" Jing Shao raised his eyebrows. He remembered that Jun Qing liked to eat rice, not noodles. He brought a bowl over, and Mu Hanzhang wanted to take it, but he avoided it, "I'll feed you."

Mu Hanzhang blushed immediately: "The injury is on the shoulder, it's okay." He is already twenty years old, how can he let someone feed him!

"No," seeing that the pale face finally had some color, Jing Shao's mood could not help but improve. He smiled and picked up a chopstick of hot noodles and put it to his lips, "Eat it while it's hot."

Mu Hanzhang had no choice but to open his mouth and take a bite, and then watched Jing Shao eat the half-bitten noodles.

"Prince...Prince..." Mu Hanzhang looked at him blankly.

Jing Shao happily rubbed his stunned princess' face, and then continued to eat the whole bowl of noodles. Although it was just plain noodles cooked with green vegetables, Jing Shao felt that this was the most delicious noodles he had eaten since he was a child.

The little tiger in his arms saw people eating, and stood up by Jing Shao's arm, and poked his hairy head into the bowl. Jing Shao stuffed half a noodle into the tiger's mouth, and the little tiger chewed it and spit it out in disgust.

Night fell, and because of today's chaos, the military camp had not completely quieted down, and everyone was still busy.

Mu Hanzhang lay in Jing Shao's arms, frowning slightly. His wound hurt, and he couldn't sleep at all, so he sat up slowly.

"Jun Qing, what's wrong?" Jing Shao's arms were empty, and he woke up immediately. Seeing that the person next to him was still there, he breathed a sigh of relief and sat up.

"I can't sleep, let's go for a walk by the river." Mu Hanzhang said as he got out of bed and dressed, and hung the green jade flute around his waist.

Jing Shao was stunned for a moment, afraid that he would touch the wound, so he hurried over to help him put on his coat. Although he didn't know why his princess went to the river to blow the wind in the middle of the night, he couldn't sleep well with his mind in a mess, so he might as well go out for a walk.

The camp has always been built by the river, and there is a small river behind it. The moonlight sprinkled in the shallow water, and the pebbles at the bottom of the river can be clearly seen.

The two walked hand in hand by the river for a while, and Mu Hanzhang's forehead broke out in cold sweat, and he had to sit down on a stone.

Jing Shao touched his sweaty forehead: "Don't go any further, sit for a while and I'll carry you back."

Mu Hanzhang took a breath, raised his head and smiled: "Do you know what day it is today?"

"What day?" Jing Shao was stunned, raised his head to look at the waning moon in the sky, and couldn't remember what day it was today.

Mu Hanzhang just smiled and said nothing, took the green jade flute from his waist: "I'll play a song for you."