"Okay, I'm a medical woman, do I need to ask you for medicine?" Although Awan said this, she held two bottles of medicine tightly in her hands and suddenly felt that the hard work along the way seemed to be nothing.
"Thank you, Miss Awan." Li Qiyou, Zhuge Yu and Zheng Yan saluted Awan solemnly at the same time. The tears lingering in her eyes could not be restrained and fell down.
"What's wrong with you..." Awan turned his back and raised his hand to wipe away his tears, "It's really troublesome."
Hearing this, Li Qiyou and Zhuge Yu couldn't help but smile, and Zheng Yan said, "Well, Miss Awan..."
He paused, "I just picked up a bottle of wound medicine, you..."
"It's mine!" Awan hurriedly turned around and took the medicine bottle in Zheng Yan's hand, which was the one she threw out just now. Needless to say, Xiao Xuan'er must have quietly placed it in front of the door.
Zheng Yan was stunned, "If Miss Awan needs anything, I..."
"No need." Awan waved her hands repeatedly, "This much medicine is enough. My injuries are not serious, they are all minor superficial injuries. You must not make a fuss about it."
"It's good that Miss Awan has something in mind." Zhuge Yu nodded slightly, looked at Zheng Yan and said, "General Zheng."
Zheng Yan understood the idea, took out half of the tiger talisman, displayed it in front of Li Qiyou and Zhuge Yu, bowed and said: "The two camps of Southeast and Jiangnan, with a total of 100,000 troops, have withdrawn from outside Lincheng and are now in Qiluo We are on standby in the city. If there is no order, we will return to camp tomorrow."
"Very good." Zhuge Yu looked at the tiger talisman and unconsciously looked into the room. Although he couldn't see anything, if Fang Zilan heard these words, he would feel relieved.
Awan pursed her lips and her eyes fell on the tiger talisman. She once saw Fang Zilan holding the tiger talisman, holding on to the city and protecting the people; she also saw Fang Zilan massacre an entire village without any talisman and no orders, and then retreated...
In an instant, the originally vague thoughts merged into one, and her eyes finally fell on Zheng Yan, who was holding the tiger talisman.
It turns out that this is the real reason.
It is said that the master has great achievements, but when Fang Zilan can command the three armies and make everyone convinced, she can no longer stay.
She can live now only because she is a woman, Miss Fang San, and the wife of Crown Prince Zhongzheng...
No matter what his identity is, as long as he is not Fang Zilan, no one will care even if he is alive beyond recognition.
"Miss Awan?" Li Qiyou's voice brought Awan back to her thoughts. She lowered her eyes and said, "Miss Fang San is fine. I will go and see Prince Zhongzheng when I have time."
"Thank you Miss Awan." Li Qiyou secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If Murong Qing died of illness in Dajing, then they wouldn't be able to escape even if they jumped into the Yellow River.
Mu Churui will definitely use this as an excuse to make a comeback. In addition, Princess Zhongzheng's new death may make Murong Xun completely heartbroken...
Li Qiyou didn't dare to think about what people would do in a desperate situation. He could only hope that Awan's superb medical skills could bring Murong Qing back from the line of life and death.
Awan could somewhat guess what Li Qiyou was thinking, so he was also concerned about Murong Qing's illness. However, his illness was caused by years of losses, and he would not get better in a while. He could only hold his breath while saving his life. That's good.
No matter how much you want, you can’t force it. After all, she is just a medical woman, not a fairy.
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When Fang Zilan faintly woke up, it was already two days later. Awan looked at the confused person in front of her and said angrily: "Are you finally willing to wake up?"
"I..." Fang Zilan moved her lips with difficulty. Awan helped her sit up slowly, "I don't know what you and the high priest Miluo discussed secretly. Fortunately, the yin and yang spell can save you, otherwise I I really have to come and collect your body."
Fang Zilan was groggy and had no strength. Most of her body was supported by Awan. She touched her wound with a slight movement. She bared her teeth and sucked in a breath of cold air.
"Are you injured?" Although it was a question, Fang Zilan said it with absolute certainty, which gave Awan a bit of a headache. People in the Taoist community were like this, but they were still so sharp.
"It's okay, I accidentally fell down a few days ago." Awan laughed, trying to get through, but unexpectedly Fang Zilan held her arm, and with a little force, she saw her expression change, "What's the matter with you? You are still so energetic even though you are sick..."
As she spoke, she was about to break free from Fang Zilan's hand. She never thought that Fang Zilan realized that it hurt her, so he let go of his hand and lay back straight without any support.
Seeing this, Awan quickly held the back of Fang Zilan's head to prevent her from falling too hard, but the pain in her back still made her frown, "It hurts."
"I can endure the pain." A Wan retracted her hand angrily, "I heard that the Crown Prince's wife was very prestigious in Miluo. First she made trouble in the palace, then she killed tigers, and finally she faced swords all by herself."
She deliberately drawled, "Why are you so weak now?"
"Am I so weak?" Fang Zilan laughed out loud as if she heard something funny, "Little Awan, I'm very good."
Before she finished speaking, she saw A Wan sneer, and hurriedly tugged at the corner of A Wan's clothes, "Who hurt our little A Wan? Say it, and I will avenge you."
"Forget it." Awan pushed Fang Zilan's hand away, "Just be good, I will burn incense and worship Buddha, and I will wait for you to avenge me..."
Fang Zilan looked unhappy, "Little Awan, one code is the same. I am very good, and me avenging you are two different things."
Awan looked condescendingly at Fang Zilan on the bed, "When you have time to think about revenge for me, why don't you think about your cheap husband - Murong Qing, if there is anything wrong with him..."
Fang Zilan felt her eyes darken, "Is Murong Qing... dead?"
Awan shrugged, with a look of gloating as you might guess, so Fang Zilan said suspiciously: "Ayu's side... where is Zheng Yan? Isn't he here?"
"Not there." Awan deliberately wanted to trick Fang Zilan, but as expected she sat up with pain, "Are the 100,000 soldiers and horses in Dajing still outside Lincheng?"
"Not here." A Wan calmed her expression and shook her head seriously.
Fang Zilan was even more panicked, "Did the fight already start?"
Awan pretended to be serious and said with his hands behind his back: "The two camps of Southeast and Jiangnan, with a total of 100,000 soldiers and horses, are now on their way back to their respective camps."
After she finished speaking, she ignored Fang Zilan's surprise and added, "These words were said by General Zheng Yan himself."
"Little Awan!" Fang Zilan gritted his teeth, but Awan's face was full of innocence, "General Zheng Yan is with Master Zhuge, and he is indeed not here. The capital's 100,000 troops are not outside Lincheng. Did I say anything wrong? ?”
Fang Zilan breathed a long sigh of relief and said as if relieved: "Just withdraw the troops."
