Shen Que personally helped him organize his scarf and cloak, then turned around and took the sword hanging on the wall and handed it to Li Luansong:
"Your Highness, please be careful when you go here."
Li Luansong nodded and said, "This time we will not only repel Wala, but also prevent them from attacking again."
"Don't be reckless and don't be fond of fighting."
Shen Que said anxiously, then looked back at Mutam lying on the bed behind him, "You two can't both fall down."
"I know." Li Luansong's voice sounded particularly excited, "This battle is simple. It is expected that Nawala does not have many troops. It is a continuous battle. You can rest assured."
After saying that, he raised his chin, looked past Shen Que and looked at Mutam, and pointedly said: "I'm not like some people who are weak and can't take care of themselves, and lie bruised all the time for ten or eight days. I can catch you at my fingertips. "
Then he lowered his head and said to Shen Que in a voice that only two people could hear: "You haven't had much rest in the past two days. Take care of yourself. Go and have a nap. I'll be back when you wake up."
When he said this, his tone was soft and low, and the warm air blew over his ears. Shen Que subconsciously took a step back, and the tips of his ears felt warm.
The war was urgent, so Li Luansong packed up his clothes and mounted his horse.
Shen Que walked to the door and stood watching for a long time. The night enveloped him. She didn't turn back until no one could be seen.
The candlelight in the room was a little low, it was midnight, and the shadows of the lights were magnifying on the wall.
Mutam was filled with regret and anger. He had miscalculated, a big miscalculation. Why did he forget that the Wala thieves liked to make sneak attacks?
Looking at my body again, it was wrapped like a rice dumpling. In fact, I knew in my heart why it was so serious. Hey, if I accidentally lost the whole game with one move, how could I let that bastard get a big advantage?
Not to mention Shen Que's medical skills, the skin injuries on his body were no longer serious, and the injuries themselves were nothing. He should have gone to fight by himself. This battle was guaranteed to be won. Now it’s better. The big bargain he picked up for free hit Li Luansong on the head. Look at the worried look on the master’s face. When he comes back, he will look like a hero. He also pointed out Not sure how to sound it.
The more he thought about it, the more regretful and angry he became, and Mutam's face turned red.
Shen Que glanced at him through the candlelight and was startled:
"What's wrong with you? It's not like you have fever again. Why is your face so red?"
She probed his forehead and said, "It's not hot."
Mutam said it was okay, "I just heard there was fighting, so I was probably anxious."
He was vague and didn't want to say more.
Shen Que in turn comforted him: "Don't worry, your highness will surely triumph in victory."
"Yes, this battle was very easy to fight." Mutam quickly took advantage of the situation and said: "There are not many people in Nawala. Most of the remaining soldiers are old, weak, sick and disabled. They have been fighting continuously. They must be exhausted. It's not me. Bragging, if I go, I will definitely come back in two hours, complete and complete."
"Yes, that's what His Highness said." Shen Que lowered his head and packed his things and said, "It's late at night, you should have a good sleep, and you won't have to change the dressing every day when it gets daybreak."
Mutam wanted to say something else, but looked at her exhausted look and held back.
"Master, let's go and have a rest. Liang Fan is here with me, which is enough."
Shen Que nodded in agreement and turned around to go to the next room, leaving only Liang Fan, who was lazily dozing, looking at Mutam.
Although he was very tired, Shen Que's sleep was not solid. He was always worried about his dreams and woke up after about an hour.
I looked at the sky outside. There was already a blue light, and it was about to dawn.
She packed herself up and went next door to see Muttam.
Liang Fan slept soundly, snoring so loudly that Shen Que shook his head.
Mutam didn't close his eyes for a minute, his mind was filled with Li Luansong, counting the hours and wondering why he hadn't come back yet and why it took so long.
"Aren't you sleeping?" Shen Que walked to the bed and touched his forehead again. Everything was fine, and he felt relieved.
"I'm not sleepy. Master, I'm fine. This minor injury has healed." Mutam half sat up, "I can get out of bed."
"No." Shen Que stopped him, "Let's wait until today."
Shen Que personally prepared the medicine and gave it to him. Mutam couldn't bear it and advised her:
"Master, please take a rest. I can do these small things myself, but if I really can't, let Liang Fan and Zelan do it."
"It's okay, I have nothing to do..."
Suddenly, their conversation was interrupted, gongs and drums sounded outside, and the sky suddenly became brighter.
"Back, triumphant, Wala has been completely beaten away."
The street outside the door was crowded with people, and everyone was shouting "We are back, triumphant", and everyone was beaming with joy.
As expected, Li Luansong returned victorious and wiped out all the remaining troops of Wala in less than two hours, completely eliminating future troubles.
This battle was fought beautifully, not only fast, accurate and cruel, but also without major damage. It was a masterpiece.
This was good news for everyone in the Soto Kingdom. The sudden disaster that had lasted for more than ten days was finally over. People surrounded Li Luansong on the street, singing and dancing to thank the great man who saved them from the fire. hero.
Mutam, who was lying in the room, was scratching his head and regretting endlessly.
When Li Luansong came back, the Khan King and Queen of Sotuo also happened to arrive. They came in person to thank the noble people who came from afar.
After a while of excitement, King Khan and the Queen went back to prepare for the celebration banquet. They didn't even have time to take a look at their son lying on the bed, and they left happily.
Shen Que kept watching from the side and felt that Li Luansong's face was a little pale.
After the noisy crowd dispersed and the room returned to silence, Li Luansong couldn't help but sit down.
He had been stabbed in the lower abdomen. The wound was wrapped in cloth and was soaked with blood. He was so painful that his face turned pale and he was sweating coldly.
"Your Highness."
Shen Que exclaimed and hurriedly brought the medical kit to help him treat his wounds.
"It's okay, it's just a minor injury." Li Luansong endured the pain and said with difficulty: "There was a little soldier trapped. The situation was urgent. I rushed out to save him. The child was young and I brought him out. Why? We can’t let anything happen to him, his father is still an old subordinate who has followed me for many years.”
He talked nonchalantly, with a smile on his face but a frown on his face.
"It depends on the situation. This injury is not serious. I will help His Highness stop the bleeding and then apply medicine. He will also lie down and abstain from alcohol and meat for two days. It will help you recover faster."
Shen Que warned while his hands were busy.
"Okay, I listen to you." Li Luansong explained again, "This time it was really just an accident. I have suffered any injuries in my daily life. I was careless. It was me."
"Your Highness, please rest for a while and stop talking." Shen Que pressed him on the couch.
Liang Fan got up knowingly, walked to Mutam's bed and sat down. The two of them stared at the two people here. Mutam said angrily:
"He did it on purpose, believe it or not."
Liang Fan said he believed it, "With you in front of me, his... mistakes are not enough."
"How are you talking?" Mutam rolled his eyes at him, "Did I do it on purpose? I was really hurt."
"But he was indeed injured more seriously than you." Liang Fan told the truth.
Mutam held his breath and stopped talking.
Liang Fan stood up and took out the wine bottle from the bag he had brought, handed it to Mutam and said, "Want some?"
Mutam still ignored him and just stared at the opposite side.
"Don't pull him down." Liang Fan was about to take it back, but Mutam snatched him away and poured a big mouthful into his mouth.
"Li Luansong, consider him ruthless."
Liang Fan sneered: "You two are actually quite similar. As the saying goes, there is no difference between good and bad."
"Bah." Mutam spat, "Don't compare me to him, it's embarrassing."
Liang Fan said: "Don't be so tough, I'll tell the truth."
He stepped on Mutam's bed with one leg and dangled the other leg:
"Master has had one like you before."
He raised his chin and pointed at Li Luansong opposite.
"There won't be another one. I advise you to get rid of any thoughts you shouldn't have as soon as possible."
Mutam was stunned, turned to look at Liang Fan, then looked at the wine bottle in his hand, snatched it away and scolded:
"You're a kid. You understand things sometimes and don't understand them sometimes. You're always good at pretending."
Liang Fan smiled and shook his head helplessly:
"I have advised you before. If you continue like this, you will be the next Li Luansong. You have to force the master to ignore you to be happy, right? Senior brother, listen to my advice, you are not the same as Li Luansong. Our master is not an ordinary woman. , we should take good care of her and protect her, instead of thinking about getting her.
What's more, she still has that person in her heart, but she just can't get out, but I believe that one day she will get out. Don't you want Master to be happy? "
Liang Fan stood up and took the wine bottle, "Don't blame me for not reminding you, and don't blame me for being rude if you trouble Master again. You two will be annoyed just by looking at him."
After saying that, he walked away.
Mutam was in a daze.
On the other side, Shen Que helped Li Luansong take care of his wounds, but he pushed him back. Shen Que had no choice but to hold the medicine box and said, "If anything happens to you two, call me."
Watching Shen Que leave, Li Luansong glanced at Mutam and turned around to lie down.
Mutam also ignored him, and the two of them were speechless.
In the evening, Zelan brought food over, and the two of them had their own food. They were relieved when they heard that Shen was so tired that he had already eaten and gone to bed.
"Li Luansong, you are shameless." Mutam finally couldn't bear it anymore.
"You are shameless and pestering Yuanyuan. Can't you see that she is very tired?" Li Luansong retorted.
Of course he could tell, and he was very worried about Shen Liuzi, but... Mutam glanced at Li Luansong and found that he had no idea, and then cursed:
"You know he's tired and you're still doing this."
"Did I do it on purpose? What about you? Does that count as an injury? It's not like a man to cry for your father and mother." Li Luansong sneered.
"You..." Mutam said with a bald mouth, "Li Luansong, I underestimate you. You are so cruel to yourself. You are so harsh."
"Don't worry about it. I'll be fine tomorrow. We won't cause trouble to others."
In order to show that his injuries were okay, Li Luansong even patted his lower abdomen, his expression unchanged and his heart not beating.
"Tch." Mutam turned around and ignored him, "I'm too lazy to pay attention to you, madman."
"That's better than you, you are as delicate as a girl."
"Who are you talking about?"
"Tell you, what's wrong?"
"Want to fight?"
"Just hit us."
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