Mo Lingfeng ate the noodles in big gulps and drank the soup in small sips. He yawned while ironing his clothes. When he lowered his head, he saw that the chest of the moon-white gauze shirt was a little dirty. It was Yin Nan who hadn't washed it.
She was too lazy to replace them with new ones, so she simply took them off, then took off her shoes and lay on the bed. As soon as her head hit the pillow, she fell into a deep sleep.
She slept until dark and woke up hungry.
She climbed up softly with her hands and feet. She realized later that her whole body was sore. When she lifted her clothes, she saw that the bruises had turned dark purple, and the one on her waist was even more terrible.
She found the plaster on her injured waist and applied it. While applying it, she grimaced in pain. After applying it, Yin Nan came in and poured a basin of water for her.
She washed her face, put on a clean azure long-sleeved dress, let the gold necklace hold down the skirt, and asked Yin Nan to tie her hair into a bun.
Yin Nan is good at cutting his hair, but not good at combing it. Even though he has learned and practiced hard with his nanny, he still only knows how to do a simplified fringed bun. After a simple bun, he hangs the remaining two strands of hair on the left and right sides to his shoulders. That's good.
The rear camp brought dinner - to celebrate this victory, Zhong Jiaqing waved his hand and asked the rear camp to make several buckets of mutton rice to reward the soldiers who participated in the battle.
Mo Lingfeng ate a large bowl of rice and drank a small bowl of soup.
After dinner she got up and went to see her prisoner.
The prisoners were locked in a miscellaneous room in the back camp. Bags of beans were piled in the room. There were no lights, and only the light from the fire outside shone in through the unpapered windows.
A soldier was guarding the door with bright eyes - Zell had a broken leg, stab wounds and arrow wounds. He couldn't crawl out whether he guarded or not.
When the soldier saw Mo Lingfeng, he immediately shouted "general" with great energy, held his head high and held his chest high. However, because he had just eaten, his front and back were curled up, and he burped.
Xiao Bing's face turned red with embarrassment, wishing he could find a crack in the ground to crawl in. He fearfully changed his posture from sticking out his chest and raising his head to hunching his shoulders and back. He opened the door and moved aside with careful steps to avoid further embarrassment.
Mo Lingfeng saw that he was still young, no more than thirteen or fourteen years old. He probably had just eaten for a few days, and he still had two pointed ears and a big belly. He was panic-stricken and didn't know what to do, so he patted him. His shoulder: "Get an oil lamp."
Xiaobing's face turned red quickly after receiving her slap. His depressed mood was instantly aroused. He loudly responded "Yes" and ran away, holding an oil lamp as fast as he could.
Mo Lingfeng took the oil lamp and went inside alone.
The room was dimly lit, with beans piled almost to the roof everywhere, and beans scattered on the ground. She held up the oil lamp and saw the prisoner sitting with his back against the beans at a glance.
The prisoner smelled of blood and yellow sand, and his face was dark. Under this skin color, he also had a sword-shaped eyebrow and a starry face. His face had sharp lines, his eyes were ferocious, and he had a wild and untamed beastly air all over his body.
The similarities with Wu Jin are all hidden in the completely different eyes and expressions, and the expressions change at any time, with emotions, anger, sorrow, and joy all reflected on his face.
Unlike Wu Jin, he is gentle to everyone at any time, and has never spoken harshly. He is like a calm pool of spring water, which can be understood at a glance, but cannot be fully understood.
Zell raised his head and watched Mo Lingfeng approach step by step.
He was in pain to the point of numbness, and the figure in front of him was also vague. He could not see his features clearly, and he could only see the dazzling golden light on his neck.
He didn't even have the strength to support his head and lowered his head feebly. His eyes saw the hem of Mo Lingfeng's skirt. The embroidery on it protruded, like floating jade balls, scattered in front of him.
Blinking hard, he saw clearly that it was a hydrangea flower embroidered with blue-purple thread.
Mo Lingfeng squatted in front of him.
A scent of fragrance suddenly surged up from the tip of his nose, and his mind was confused. He forgot about his hatred and his home country. He only knew that he had grown up in the grasslands and traveled in the desert since he was a child. He had never seen such exquisite embroidery under the firelight. Like a jade ball, it is full of brilliance.
Mo Lingfeng looked at him and suddenly smiled, his phoenix eyes raised, like a phoenix spreading its wings, flashing two bright eyes.
"My Mahora."
He didn't hear clearly.
He only saw this kind of luxury, and together with Mo Lingfeng, it was a pile of gold and jade, it was magnificent, it was an unattainable heavenly being, it was the Han Dynasty in his dream - rich, prosperous and bright.
He watched Mo Lingfeng squatting on the ground, and the hem of his skirt was scattered on the ground. He quickly stretched out his hand to pick up the hem of the skirt, but his hand dropped weakly.
"Come here." Mo Lingfeng shouted.
Just as Yin Nan was about to enter, the soldiers rushed in first and stopped behind Mo Lingfeng with a posture of bowing to death and saying, "My subordinates are here. General's orders!"
"Call the doctor."
"yes."
Xiaobing quickly invited a doctor from Baozhai Medical Hospital. The doctor came with hundreds of medicines. He was familiar with the road. He first cut off two trouser legs, connected the broken legs, applied plaster, and tied them with two pieces of elm bark. .
Then, like a butcher, the doctor laid out a row of knives and ordered the soldier: "Hold him down."
The soldier quickly stepped forward and wanted to hold Zell down. However, he was small and Zell was a tall man. He didn't know where to start. He glanced at Mo Lingfeng, then sat down on Zell's belly and held Zell down with both hands. The base of the thigh.
The doctor picked up the medicinal wine and poured it on the arrow wound first. While Zeer was dazed, he felt like his thigh was on fire, and a sharp pain hit him. He immediately screamed "Ah" and started to twist.
The soldiers on his body made him jump, and he quickly used all his strength to hold him down.
This movement caused pain along with the broken bone. Although the doctor did not say anything, he knew that he could not move the bones while setting them, so he could only grit his teeth and endure.
By the time the doctor dug out the arrowhead and gave him the detoxification and dressing, he was already sweating profusely. After the doctor treated the arrow wound, he picked up the medicinal wine and poured it on the bloody hole in his hand again.
The pain this time was unbearable. He kept screaming sharply, but he remained awake and did not faint.
The doctor treated Zell vigorously and hurried back to the medical hospital. In the cramped and dark warehouse, Mo Lingfeng, Zell, and Douxiang were once again left.
Mo Lingfeng looked down at Zell. His mouth was full of blood from his bite. His eyes were still open, and the light shining inside was very hard, a kind of hardness that would never give in.
"what's your name?"
Zell's lips were pale and silent - she wasn't going to kill him, so he had nothing to fear.
Mo Lingfeng tilted his head and looked at him. Seeing that he didn't speak, he squatted down and groped in his right sleeve with his left hand.
She took out a piece of white caramel and stuffed it into Zell's mouth.
Zell subconsciously wanted to spit it out, but his tongue felt a sweetness first, and then his whole lips and teeth were filled with a sweet smell. The sugar water ran down his throat and into his stomach, letting his floating soul fall to the ground little by little. .
He chewed greedily while waiting for himself to die from the poison.
This devil must have evil intentions.
Mahura: Clay figurine, a favorite doll for children
