Seven days later.
A town hundreds of miles away from the border between Xingming and Dongqi.
Su Ruotang looked up at the tall stone gate and sighed, "It's really not a human job to ride a horse."
After she finished speaking, she looked sideways at Mo Ronyan, with a hint of distress in her eyes, "When you were marching and fighting... was this how you rode?"
Mo Ronyan held her waist and curled his lips, "Actually, fighting is not very tiring, it's mainly about marching."
He looked somewhat emotional: "My uncle took me to the battlefield for the first time."
"At that time, Nanchen suddenly attacked Dongqi. From Jincheng to the border, my uncle and I worked hard to reach the battlefield in seven days."
"At that time we were traveling all night and didn't dare to rest at all."
"The battlefield is changing rapidly. If we take a breath late, thousands of soldiers may lose their lives."
“When we got to the battlefield, I could barely get off my horse.”
There was nostalgia in his clear voice, "The skin on both sides of the thighs was worn to a bloody pulp."
"That kind of pain is very excruciating, but looking at the blood-stained faces of the soldiers and feeling the bloody wind on the battlefield, that kind of pain is ignored."
"The battlefield is cruel, but it can sharpen people's hearts the most."
Mo Ronyan raised his finger and pointed at his chest: "This place was penetrated by arrows."
"That time, I almost died."
"I was in a coma for three days and three nights, and medicines were scarce on the battlefield. My uncle issued ten edicts to the capital asking for help."
"But it was too late. The wound became suppurated and rotted, and the fever persisted..."
Su Ruotang's heart suddenly tightened: "What happened next?"
"Later, my uncle listened to local people's folk remedies and sent me into the cold pool. The water in the cold pool blocked the flow of blood in my body."
"Military doctors cut off the rotten flesh and used the ice formed by the cold pool water to freeze the wound to prevent the wound infection from worsening."
Mo Rongyan's tone was calm and gentle, but Su Ruotang's eyes were sore when he heard it.
She only traveled for seven days, and the delicate skin of her legs were bruised and bloody.
Even though the material is the softest top-grade silk, it still causes discomfort when walking.
Ayan's days on the battlefield must have been extremely difficult.
Everyone only envied his noble status, but they couldn't see the efforts behind him.
The name of the God of War was earned with his life.
Her soft white fingertips landed on Mo Ronyan's chest, "No scars can be seen here."
The girl's soft voice was full of heartache.
Mo Ronyan raised the corners of his lips and said, "In order not to let Xiao Haitang dislike me, Doctor Wang prepared me medicine to remove scars."
Su Ruotang covered the sore eyes.
She hugged the man's thin waist, buried her face in his chest, and said in a muffled voice, "Ayan, you must have been in pain at that time."
In her previous life, she had treated patients with necrotic wounds.
After the anesthesia wore off, the eight-foot man screamed in pain.
Mo Ronyan patted his back and smiled lowly, "Forgot."
At that time, the wound was completely frozen by the cold pool water. Apart from being numb from the cold, he really couldn't remember whether it hurt or not.
"With me here from now on, I won't cause you so much pain."
"Okay." Mo Rongyan hugged her tightly, feeling the heat on his chest, and chuckled: "Little Begonia, if you cry again, you will become a little cat."
Su Ruotang raised her face from his arms, her clear and clean peach blossom eyes covered with a layer of water color.
She glanced at the stained mark on her heart, her eyes were red and she said with a nasal voice, "Ayan, once you get rid of the cold poison, you will no longer suffer from illness."
Although the cold Gu was suppressed, Mo Ronyan's body temperature was lower than that of ordinary people, which proved that he was suffering from acupuncture-like torture all the time.
Mo Ronyan placed his fingertips on the ends of her eyes and wiped away the moisture at the ends of her eyes, "Xiao Haitang, I really don't feel any pain."
Su Ruotang pursed her lips and her nose was a little red, like a little rabbit.
In the smart peach blossom eyes, there are two words written -
Do not believe.
Mo Ronyan sighed softly and placed a kiss on her forehead, "The year I first started suffering from the Cold Gu, it was indeed painful every moment, and my whole body hurt."
"It hurts like being pricked by cold needles."
"Later, I gradually got used to it, and it wasn't that unbearable."
"Later, when I met you, you helped me suppress the cold Gu. Except for the pain I experienced during the time when I was hit by the Heart-Eating Gu, I really didn't feel anything anymore."
Su Ruotang sniffed: "It's not that you don't feel it, it's that your whole body's muscles and veins have been eroded by the cold poison. Slowly, you will lose your five senses until you die in half a year."
"Loss of five senses..." Understanding flashed across Mo Ronyan's eyes.
He calmly hugged Su Ruotang tightly and chuckled, "If one day I lose sight, will Little Begonia dislike me?"
Su Ruotang's soft and ethereal voice was nasal: "Yes, I will throw you on the street."
"Haha." A low laugh escaped from Mo Rongyan's throat, "Then in order not to be abandoned by Little Begonia, you have to work hard not to go blind."
"Even if you lose your five senses, your eyes must be the last to see."
Su Ruotang raised her chin proudly and hummed, "If you can't accompany me to taste delicious food, I won't want you anymore."
Mo Ronyan's voice contained a hint of laughter: "Okay, then I'll work hard."
The surrounding people passed by the two of them, with astonishment in their eyes.
Then it turned into regret.
He shook his head slightly and entered the city.
The cool breeze came, carrying the whispers of the people into their ears.
"Tomorrow night is the day when the river god gets his wife, right?"
"Hey, stop talking, another woman is going to die."
"They have entered the territory of Jingzhou and entered the sphere of influence of the River God. This woman will definitely be captured as a bride tomorrow night."
"Once you step into the borders of Jingzhou and are favored by the river god, you will never be able to leave."
"This woman is so beautiful, she must be favored by the river god."
"The river god marries wives from once a year to once every three months now. There are not so many women in Jingzhou, and now they all use women from other places."
