When Mutam was brought back, he was covered in blood. It was unknown whether it was his own blood or someone else's blood. The blood and water were mixed with the soil, and the original appearance of the skin could hardly be seen. It was so tragic and terrifying that it really scared Shen Queyi. Jump.
She washed him with water many times before she could see the scars, which were all over his body. The flesh and skin were rolled up and blood and pus flowed across the body. In some places, bones were already visible after the wounds were rubbed, and there was almost no good piece of meat on the whole body.
"Oh my god." Shen Que exclaimed subconsciously, "Why is it so badly hurt?"
Li Luansong put the man down, twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "He was injured after he was unconscious. I took a closer look. Most of these injuries are on the surface. They don't hurt the internal organs and vital parts, so it's not bad."
Shen Que frowned and shook his head: "But it's too much. I'll try to deal with it slowly."
Li Luansong hesitated and said "hmm" before going out.
"Are you still going out?"
Shen Que raised his head and asked him, his melancholy eyes filled with mist.
Li Luansong said: "I will bring back all the corpses of the Sotuo soldiers. Maybe there are still some who can breathe. It is a custom here that the corpses of the soldiers should go home and be buried in peace. I... will do my best."
Shen Que nodded silently. She had heard of this custom before, but it was hard for him to take it into consideration now. He said in a low voice: "Then be careful, don't force it, and don't let a small thing lead to a big loss."
He looked at her steadily. There was a small window directly above where Shen Que was standing. The sunlight poured down from the top of her head, covering her body with golden brilliance, making her features more tender and autumnal.
After a moment of trance, Li Luansong nodded, jumped on the horse and set off with the people.
Shen Que stopped for a moment and then quickly turned back to take care of Mutam. Those injuries looked too horrific.
As Li Luansong said, although he had many injuries, most of them were on the surface. Fortunately, they were not life-threatening, but he was still in a coma with high fever.
Those small wounds were really laborious, so Shen Que lit a few more candles to illuminate the room brightly, then used needle and thread to carefully sew up his wounds bit by bit, each one with its small mouth open and bleeding. The wound was covered with white powder and then carefully sutured.
She was busy until dark, and the soreness in her back was all dealt with.
Probably due to excessive blood loss, before Mutam woke up, Shen Que sat beside him and waited.
She was waiting for Mutam to wake up and Li Luansong to come back. From time to time, she looked back at the door and listened for the sound of horse hooves.
However, until early the next morning, Mutam did not wake up, and Li Luansong did not come back. Instead, Liang Fan arrived and returned.
"Master, I'm here to help, look what I brought."
Liang Fan changed his clothes and put down the baggage on his body and the food box in his hand.
"This is the food cooked by my mother-in-law. They are all specialties of Jin'an. My mother-in-law's craftsmanship is very good. I asked you to try them."
He took out the food from the food box, and the aroma filled the air. Only then did Shen Que feel so hungry that his heart was pressed against his back.
"Here are the medicinal materials and some banknotes that my father asked me to bring over. He said that they would be handed over to Master for disposal. This is a small token of their gratitude. Please don't refuse."
Shen Que took the things and smiled: "Thank your parents for me. I will make the best use of them."
"My father told me to follow Master these days and I don't have to go home." Liang Fan served her a bowl of soup. "I have plenty of strength. Master, you can do whatever you want."
"My grandma also said that if Master is uncomfortable and inconvenient, he can stay at my house."
Shen Que declined and said, "It's very nice and convenient here. You don't have to bother moving. I'm very grateful for this."
Shen Que was very happy to have another good helper. He had a full meal.
Mutam didn't wake up until she had eaten and drank enough.
"You finally woke up." Shen Que stepped forward and touched his forehead. "Finally the fever is gone. How do you feel?"
Mutam's face was pale, but he was in good spirits: "I feel much better. I'm fine. Master didn't bother me anymore."
"I have nothing, do you want to eat some porridge?"
Mutam nodded. Shen Que brought the freshly cooked hot porridge and sat next to him, blowing it cool and feeding it to him. Liang Fan leaned on the doorpost with his arms folded and watched:
"Your Highness, let me feed you."
Before Mutam could speak, Shen Que said first: "No, I'll do it myself. He has wounds all over his body. They have just been stitched up and they will burst if he is accidentally pulled. I know it is more convenient this way."
Mutam looked past Shen Que to Liang Fan, who was standing crookedly behind her. A flash of light flashed in his eyes. Liang Fan rolled his eyes at him and mouthed: "噌 Se."
He didn't make a sound, but Mutam still understood what he meant, so just play, go ahead with envy, jealousy, and hate.
Shen Quezi was unaware of the quarrel between the two of them. She was feeding Mutam porridge, her eyes drifting to the door from time to time. She wondered what was going on with Li Luansong, whether Wala would make a sneak attack, and whether everything would go smoothly.
It was another gloomy day, the sun was hiding in the thick clouds, and it seemed like it was going to snow again.
Soto is in the north, where the temperature is low and there is a lot of rain and snow. If it snows, it will be even harder to find the corpses.
On this day, Shen Que lived in anxiety until evening. Li Luansong finally came back. The soldiers of Sotuo who followed him excitedly reported to Mutam: "His Royal Highness the Prince of Daye searched for a whole day and a whole night, and almost all of them were found." All the Soto soldiers were brought back.”
Mutam quietly looked at her face that finally saw a smile, and felt a sense of loss in his heart.
Shen Que asked Zelan to bring hot cakes and porridge to Li Luansong, and wanted to ask if he had any injuries. Li Luansong spoke first and said, "I'm fine, you don't have to be busy."
He sat by the fire and ate silently, seemingly very hungry.
After finally finishing everything he needed to do, Shen Que let out a sigh of relief.
The night is thick and freezing outside.
The three of them were in the room, Mutam was on the bed on the west side, and Li Luansong was resting on the couch on the east side. The two looked at each other in silence, and turned over with their backs to each other.
The room was very quiet, and you could hear the sound of coals burning in the stove.
Liang Fan rushed in covered in cold air, went straight to Li Luansong and introduced himself: "Your Highness, my name is Liang Fan and I am Shen Que's disciple."
Li Luansong glanced at him, nodded slightly but said nothing, staring directly at Mutam who was lying on the bed opposite.
Liang Fan didn't mind either. He sat next to him and warmed himself by the fire. "Master wants to take care of him. I'll take care of you. You can give me any instructions."
Li Luansong still ignored him.
Opposite, Shen Que was helping Mutam change his dressing. The man showed a pair of shining eyes and stared at Li Luansong with provocation.
"Ouch, master, please slow down, it hurts."
Mutam shouted, which startled Shen Que.
"Isn't it much better? It doesn't hurt anymore this morning. Why does it start to hurt again? Tell me where else it hurts."
Mutam wrinkled his face and thought seriously: "My legs hurt, my elbows hurt, and the biggest stab wound on my lower abdomen, and... my head hurts as well. Master, try it, do I feel like it again?" Fever."
After saying that, while Shen Que leaned over to touch his forehead, he rolled his eyes at Li Luansong.
Sure enough, Li Luansong's face immediately turned livid, his cheeks bulged from clenched teeth, and his eyes seemed to be spitting out fire.
Shen Que said: "It's okay, you don't have a fever. Does it hurt too much?"
Mutam nodded repeatedly: "Well, it hurts a lot. Could it be an infection?"
Shen Que was stunned and hurriedly went to check his leg injury: "No, I looked at it when I changed the dressing just now. It's growing very well."
She took a candle and looked at it carefully to make sure it was okay.
Out of sight of her, Mutam proudly made faces at Li Luansong, which made Li Luansong so angry that he wanted to tear him apart now.
But Shen did stay by his side, forcing him to endure.
Seeing his triumphant appearance, Li Luansong was so angry that he blew his beard and glared.
The two of us are separated by a whole room. You roll your eyes at me, I barge my teeth at you, you punch me, I gesture with my palm... and you keep cursing in your mouth.
Liang Fan frowned as he watched.
"Yuyu, I feel pain in my lower back. I wonder if I'm stretching it. Can you help me take a look?"
Li Luansong asked for help, and Liang Fan, who was eating melon on the side, quickly looked to the other side.
Shen Que was stunned and looked back at him. The man lay on the couch without making a sound for a long time. Now his face turned pale. He seemed to be really uncomfortable. He said hurriedly: "Okay, I'll come."
"Master." Mutam took Shen Que's hand, "Am I really okay? Why do I feel so much pain?"
Shen Que said it was okay, "I checked and it's very fine."
After saying that, he held up the lamp and came here to see Li Luansong's waist injury.
His waist had been injured a few years ago, and Shen did know that, so he was particularly careful.
"Maybe it's because I'm tired from picking up corpses in the past two days, and it's freezing cold in the weather. I'll rub it for you while you lift up your clothes."
She put down the candle and was about to roll up her sleeves.
When Mutam saw that he was about to start this, and he had to lift his clothes, he simply made a sudden move and punched the wound on his leg. He only heard an exclamation of "Ouch", and the blood suddenly became wet. White gauze.
"What's wrong."
Shen Que was startled, and hurriedly put down his sleeves again, and told Liang Fan: "First, please help His Highness rub your lower back. I have taught you to rub it in circles in one direction, and apply force slowly to warm the skin." .”
She hurriedly ran to Mutam again and said in shock: "What's wrong? He was fine just now, why is he bleeding?"
"I accidentally knocked on the bed board. It hurts so much. Master, will I break my leg?"
Shen Que laughed: "No, it's just a small injury. Don't move, let me take a look."
She rolled up her sleeves again and removed Mutam's gauze, changed the dressing, and then bandaged it.
Mutam, who had won this round, demonstrated to Li Luansong and shook his eyebrows proudly.
Liang Fan understood and asked Li Luansong: "Your Highness, do you still want to rub it?"
Li Luansong said angrily: "No need, okay, very good."
After saying this, he muttered in a low voice: "It hurts, you deserve it."
Liang Fan curled his lips and sat aside to continue watching the show.
It was already midnight, but the sound of rapid horse hooves could be heard outside. They stopped in front of the door, and a soldier reported: "Your Highness, Wala is here again, and we have no commander."
Everyone was stunned. No one expected that Wala would be so tenacious and would attack in the middle of the night.
"I'll go." Mutam opened the quilt and was about to get out of bed, but Shen Que held him down:
"You can't go, your legs are still bleeding."
"I'm fine, this is..."
When the words came to my lips, I could only swallow them back alive.
Shooting yourself in the foot is like this.
Mutam was so anxious and angry that he was speechless for a moment.
After a moment of silence, I heard the person opposite say slowly:
"It's better for me to go. Your prince's injury is too 'serious'. Let him have a good life."
With that said, Li Luansong stood up and put on his clothes, gave Mutam a thumbs-down gesture, and joked:
"His Royal Highness the Prince is delicate and frail. It is better to stay here and recuperate. I will protect Soto for you."
