Huo Zhongting drank all the water in the bowl in one breath, his Adam's apple moved with difficulty, he closed his eyes and gasped: "I'm not your senior brother! Don't scream!"
"You are stubborn! I called you, so you don't agree!" Mei Liangchen put down the pottery bowl and took out the wound medicine and wine bag from his inner pocket. "I have to change your dressing, and the wound has burst again.
It's over." Just as she was about to lift up his shirt to treat the wound, her wrist felt hot and he held it firmly.
"I'll do it myself." He was almost done roasting the duck, how could he do it by himself?
Mei Liangchen looked at him helplessly and said: "I don't care whether you are a man, I just want to save your life!" He would not understand how strong his desire for freedom was. If he died, she would also be lost.
All hope. Therefore, regardless of whether he is a senior brother or not, she must rely on the powerful Huo Zhongting to leave the Minliao grassland.
Thinking of this, she resolutely broke away from his grasp, pressed his heavy body on the straw mat and lay down, "You don't want to die in Yelu Qingge's hands!"
Huo Zhongting shuddered slightly and slowly let go of his stiff fingers.
"Um."
Mei Liangchen liked this about him, he knew the current affairs and knew how to cooperate.
The process of changing the dressing was very painful. Since the flint could not be ignited, she could only briefly disinfect his dagger with wine and remove the inflamed carrion between his ribs. Afraid that he would not be able to bear the great pain, she rescued him while talking to him.
He spoke to divert his attention.
"Brother, how old are you this year?"
Gritting his teeth, "Twenty to five."
"Oh, you are very young. Are you a well-known official in Jiang and Song Dynasties?" His subordinates all called him General. Presumably, he was also a famous hero in Jiang Song Dynasty.
Grinding his teeth, he gasped: "It's not... very big..." There is a prince and a prime minister. He was only a first-class general in Jiang and Song Dynasties.
She picked off the last piece of carrion with her fingers very neatly and asked: "Then are you... married?"
His strong body trembled suddenly, and he squeezed out the words through his teeth. "Huo... I already have someone who will stay with me for the rest of my life..."
She raised her eyes to look at him, her eyes shining with a deep luster like black gems. She smiled lightly and said: "For her, you should also cherish your body!"
Huo Zhongting was attracted by those clear and translucent eyes. He looked at her silently, enduring the burning pain of the wound where the wine had been spilled.
"Your name is Liangchen?" It was his turn to ask back.
She arched her eyebrows and nodded, "Yes. My surname is Mei, and my name is Mei Liangchen."
Mei Liangchen.
What a nice name.
Suddenly, a beautiful image of her nestling on a black horse and singing softly flashed in his mind. Her singing voice was very clean, as pure as the night wind on the grassland.
"Can you sing the song you sang last night again?" He raised his arm obediently and let her little hand covered with wine touch his wound.
She looked a little embarrassed and her face was a little red, "Singing? You were so nervous last night, can you still remember my singing?"
"Yeah... remember!" A hot burning sensation came from the ulcerated wound, and he gritted his teeth.
In order to alleviate his pain, she ignored the awkwardness in her heart and said with a smile: "Okay, in order to repay you for taking me away from the grassland, I will sing it again."