Chapter 54: Yangchun noodles

Jing Hao tightly embraced the people in the arms. The scene of the past life in the prison kept on appearing in front of him, letting him be afraid after a while. If he is one step at a time today, his Junqing may become a ghost under the knife.
"Wang Ye, the military doctor came." The right guard army sprinted in with the medics panicked and hurriedly, and then saw the military division leaning on the arms of the prince, how to look at this position!
The left guard also followed and walked in. He saw the right guard who was struck by lightning and was busy with his elbow.
When Mu Hanzhang saw someone coming in, he let go of Jing Hao’s hand.
Jing Yan looked up and looked at the military doctor: "Not yet!" Because the emperor was on the expedition, the hospital specially transferred a young doctor to the army, so the medical skills of this military doctor were still barely trustworthy.
"Yes!" The medic was busy going forward, put the medicine box aside, looked at the condition of Mu Hanzhang, and reached for his clothes.
"What do you do!" Jing Hao grabbed the hand that looked into his chest, and stared at the red eyes.
"Wang... Wang Ye, Chen... I have to open the clothes and look at the wounds." The military doctor was shocked, and was stunned by such a king. He spoke a little.
Jing Hao heard this, suddenly unhappy, to show the body of his own Wang Shuo! But there is no way to cure it. Take a deep breath and raise your hand to personally solve the clothes of the Chinese.
"Oh..." The clothes on the wound naturally broke a big hole. The blood and the clothes were already stuck together, and there was pain between the pulls. Mu Zhangzhang couldn’t help but take a breath.
Jing Hao did not dare to move immediately, carefully picking up the fabric of the rotten place, tearing it apart, quickly peeling off the placket on his shoulder, revealing the shoulders stained with blood. But see a three-inch wound from the shoulder to the collarbone, still bleeding beads, it looks quite embarrassing.
The military doctor was stunned by the imposing manner of the king. When he dared not to get started, he carefully looked around and looked at it: "The prince of Kailu, fortunately, avoiding the time, this knife wound has not hurt the veins, and has not hurt the sputum. Yes, "There is no good medicine in this military camp, and it is not the delicate kingdom of the royal family. He did not mention the soup of blood."
Jing Yan looked at the handsome white face of the white-haired person, and he was so distressed that the wound was so big that he would march in a few days, and the road was bumpy and he would not heal.
When the military doctor saw that Wang Ye had nothing to say, he took out the golden sore medicine for treating the knife wound from the medicine box.
"Call the guards to hit a pot of hot water, and you all go out." Jing Hao took the medicine directly, did not give the military doctor any opportunity to mention the medicine, waved to drive people out.
Put the Huaizhong people back on the bed gently, Jingjing got up and took things, and saw the left and right guards squatting like two big wooden stakes, suddenly cold face: "The camp is now in a mess, you two What are you still standing here?"
"The subordinates retire." The left guards immediately pleaded guilty, and took the right guards and went out.
"Small left, how do I feel between Wang Ye and the military division... Well, something is wrong." The right guards scratched their heads with distress.
The left guard took a look at him and dragged him to move on.
"Hey, why don't you ignore me?" The right guards tried to kick the left guard's while walking, but he was dragged with his arms and his legs were too long.
"You can stand here and talk to the prince." The left guard has no expression.
"Ah!" The right guard screamed and stepped up and pulled the left guard to run away quickly.
Jingjing soaked a piece of soft silk with warm water, carefully cleaned the blood around the wound, and did not use the medicine given by the military doctor, but took out the sapphire vial. This medicine will not increase the pain and will stop bleeding soon.
"You don't have a Western medicine? Use that." Mu Hanzhang lifted the unwounded right arm and blocked Jingjing's opening action. The war is tense and the camp is ready at any time. Although the medicine is good, the wound will not heal faster. He remembers that the medicine that gave him the lower lip on the wedding day will heal the wound quickly, so that it will not affect the march.
"No!" Jing Hao did not want to refuse, washed his hands in warm water, pour the cream in the jade bottle on his fingertips, gently applied to the wound, "that medicine will increase the number of pain, You can't stand it."
The cool ointment was applied to the wound, and suddenly the burning pain of the knife and the fire was relieved. Mu Hanzhang slightly closed his eyes and gently breathed a sigh of relief.
Jing Yan leaned over his face and fell a kiss, forcing the acidity in his eyes, skillfully and quickly wrapping the wound and covering him with a quilt.
Mu Hanzhang turned his face to see Jingjing’s distressed eyes:
I’m fine, you go busy.

Jing Hao held a hand outside the quilt, slowly and overwhelmed in the palm of his hand, unable to speak and not speak.
He never felt that he was all in his hands when he was born again, but now that he has done this kind of thing, he is still too conceited. Now that the dispute between the three battles has been three years ahead of schedule, many things will be different. The relatively young southwest and southeast kings will have different ideas. Today, the bow horse soldier of the day is the secret treasure of the southeast king. This world will be used to the southwest king, which is beyond his expectations.
Jing Hao put the hand on his face, what the world, what the throne, is not what he wants, this world, the real request is just to stay with the Junqing, if you lose this person, re-live this world again has no meaning?
The softness in the palm suddenly held his hand, and Jing Jing returned to look at him.
Mu Hanzhang looked at such a frustrated scene, like a little beast that was hurt, and refused to let go of his only thing. He couldn’t help but feel a little distressed. He smacked his lips: "You go find me a little yellow." If you are just a mess, don’t lose it."
Jing Hao smiled and nodded, got up and went out to find a little tiger. Jun Qing did not know at all that he laughed with the bloodless lips.
It took a long time to find the little tiger cub hiding in the crack of the box. Jing Yu dismissed the gray scorpion in his hand and threw it to the soldier to bathe it and deal with the affairs in the camp himself.
Look closely at the clothing and weapons on the cavalry bodies. Jing Hao determined that this is the southeast king. It is understandable that the army is attacking the camp outside, but it is very puzzling why it should be directed at an up-and-coming small military division.
"Is there a living mouth left?"
"Those bows and horsemen are too embarrassed, they can't stay at all." The right guards remembered that the knife that had been cut down was still a lingering fear. The kind of play that was not to be killed, the empty space was exposed only to kill, he still saw the head back. .
"Repair the camp carefully, build a layer of fortifications outside the camp, and add a patrol at night." Jing Hao took over the statistics of the casualties lost by the left guard, and waved them to let them go.
The guards came in and sent the dried tigers. Jingjing looked at the things in his hands and picked up Xiao Huang back to the royal account.
The person on the bed was already asleep, and the setting sun reflected on his face through the account. It was still pale, and it was a pain in the wound. Mu Hanzhang didn’t sleep well, and frowned slightly.
"Wow!" The little tiger who was tossed for a long time saw his master and stunned with a sigh of relief.
"Hey..." Jing Hao called the little tiger's head and slammed him, letting him snoring, but the hairy troupe in his hand couldn't understand it, struggling to go to bed.
The people on the bed slowly opened their eyes and looked at the two guys who were competing with each other. They couldn’t help but smile and slowly got up.
"Don't move!" Jing Hao busy to help him, the little tiger jumped into bed, hit a roll on the quilt, jumped to the mouth of Mu Hanzhang to catch the quilt.
Not long after, the small soldier who sent the meal came in with two bowls of noodles: "The military division, the noodles are cooked."
"How do you want to eat noodles?" Jing Hao raised his eyebrows. He remembered that Jun Qing liked to eat rice and didn't eat much. After passing a bowl, Mu Hanzhang was going to pick it up, but he was avoided. "I will feed you."
Mu Hanzhang suddenly blushes: "It hurts on the shoulders, it doesn't matter." He is twenty, and he can still feed people!
"No," seeing the whitish face finally got some blood, Jing Hao's mood can not help but get up, smiled and picked a chopsticks hot face, and put it on his lips, "Hurry and eat hot."
Mu Hanzhang couldn't, but he had to take a bite out of Zhangkou, and then he looked at Jingyu and ate the half of his noodles.
"Wang... Wang Ye..." Mu Hanzhang looked at him dumbly.
Jing Hao was stunned by the stunned face of his own Wang Hao, and then continued to be beautiful, and I took a bowl of noodles for a bite. Although it is just a spring noodle cooked with green vegetables, Jing Hao feels that this is the best way to eat from small to big.
The little tiger in the arms saw people eating, and stood up with Jing's arm and put a hairy head into the bowl. Jing Hao stuffed half of the noodles into the tiger's mouth. The little tiger chewed and spit out.
As night fell, the chaos in the military camp was not completely quiet, and the whole place was still busy.
Mu Hanzhang was lying in the arms of Jing Hao, slightly frowning, and the wound was sore. He couldn't sleep at all, and he slowly sat up.
"Jun Qing, what's wrong?" Jing Hao was hollow, and immediately woke up, seeing people around him still, and he sat down with a sigh of relief.
"I can't sleep, let's go to the river." Mu Hanzhang said that he went out to bed and put the sapphire on his waist.
Jingjing for a moment, afraid that he would touch the wound, busy helping him wear a shirt. Although I don’t know why my family’s Princess Wang had to go to the river in the middle of the night to blow up, but I couldn’t sleep in my own mind, I might as well go out for a walk.
The camps have always been built on the riverside, followed by a small river, moonlight sprinkled in shallow water, you can clearly see the pebbles at the bottom of the river.
The two walked hand in hand along the river, and Mu Hanzhang had a cold sweat on his forehead and had to sit down on a stone.
Jing Hao touched his sweaty forehead: "Do not leave, sit for a while and I will take you back."
Mu Hanzhang sighed and smiled and smiled. "Do you know what day is today?"
"What day?" Jing Hao stunned, looked up at the moon in the sky, can not remember today is the day.
Mu Hanzhang, but laughed, took the sapphire of the waist: "I will blow a song for you."
The author has something to say: ah ah ah, today is even later, I am damn, tomorrow is a chapter longer ~
The legendary little theater:
Right Retaining Army: Xiao Zuo, Wang Ye and the military division went to the river in the middle of the night?
Left guard: boast.
Right guard:! ! !
Thank you: banjiamao, helen20121, there are countless troubles when you are full, and the pains and pains of Yi and Ah (. Д, like water appointment, Xiao, hot spring cats, the few people in the afternoon, the landmines of the adults (╯3╰ )╮
Thank you: the hand grenade of two adults, Xi Wei and Gua Gu, oh~