The guard turned around and followed Nanmen Zhuo's footsteps.
"Little Cherry, stay here to help. Zhao Yusheng, you should also go and take a look."
Feng Jiuer pulled out the silver needles inserted into General Cai one by one.
Zhao Yusheng nodded and stood up.
No one can understand Nanmen Zhuo's mood. After all the hard work, he brought back the surrendered soldiers. In the blink of an eye, only one person was left.
Little Cherry came to General Cai, squatted down, and helped with the treatment.
"Jiu'er, do you think it's possible that the poison was poisoned by Nanmen Zhuo?"
"Not very likely."
Feng Jiuer shook her head.
"Not much, not completely, right?"
Xiaoyingtao and Feng Jiuer massaged General Cai's acupoints, one on the left and the other on the right.
"Before the matter comes to light, Nanmen is the only one who is suspected of being a suspect."
Feng Jiuer's voice continued to sound.
"But no matter what, we recaptured Crowwood City. No one knows whether Nanmen Zhuo sincerely surrendered."
Little Cherry pursed her lips.
"If he is still resentful towards us, of course he hopes that we and the prince will fight soon."
Feng Jiuer picked up the potion, put the silver needle in, and continued to massage General Cai's chest.
"Based on the current situation, if the prince really attacks, he won't be able to let go of the soldiers of Crowwood City."
"If you say that Nanmen Zhuo is the prince's man, this argument cannot be justified. Have you forgotten that the prince gave us ten days?"
"If we really want to go to war, with the prince's character, he simply won't reply."
Little Cherry gathered her nerves, calmed down, and massaged hard.
During the massage between the two, General Cai vomited blood several times.
Looking at the dying man, Little Cherry sighed lightly.
"Jiu'er, if you vomit blood again, I'm afraid I won't be able to save you."
"No way! The poisoning time is too long."
As soon as she finished speaking, Feng Jiuer continued to apply acupuncture.
During the acupuncture, Little Cherry couldn't help and could only sit aside and wait.
She meditated for a while, then raised her eyes to look at Feng Jiu'er and said, "Jiu'er, do you think it could be Feng Qingyin?"
"She wants the prince to immediately send troops to attack us. I think she is the most suspicious."
"Suspicious is suspicious, everything depends on the evidence."
Feng Jiuer also sighed, "I'm afraid we don't even have time to investigate now."
"Go and make preparations and then take him back. Time is tight and it is not advisable to stay here for a long time."
"Um."
Little Cherry stood up and walked out.
Feng Jiuer helped General Cai up again and placed her palms on his back.
"Feng...general."
The man who looked like he was unconscious suddenly heard a hoarse voice.
Feng Jiuer frowned, and a stream of true energy was pushed to him along the palm of her hand.
"If you don't want to die, don't talk!"
She closed her eyes and reminded in a deep voice.
"Don't waste your... anger. My own situation... I know."
General Cai's breath is very weak. Every time he utters a word, he becomes half weak.
Feng Jiuer ignored it and continued to help him with his luck.
"As a doctor, I won't give up on anyone casually. I don't want to waste my energy, so you'd better shut up!"
Feng Jiuer's deep voice sounded again.
General Cai took a deep breath, tilted his head, and passed out completely... In Zhan Yuheng's camp, Zhan Yuheng and Feng Qingyin were eating in the tent.
The curtain of the tent was not closed, and Qingyun walked in directly as he always did.
"Your Highness the Crown Prince."
He raised his eyes and raised his hands.
"Qingyun, can't you let the prince brother have a good meal?
Do you even want to come in and disturb me at this time?"
Feng Qingyin rolled her eyes at Qingyun and spooned a piece of meat to Zhan Yuheng.
"explain."
Zhan Yuheng waved his hand and said.
"Your Highness the Crown Prince."
Qingyun handed over his hand again, "The spies came to report that the enemy's one thousand surrendered troops were completely wiped out."
With a "clang" sound, the spoon in Feng Qingyin's hand fell on the table.
"How come?
Didn't it say there are ten days?
A thousand soldiers of our army are gone when they say they have nothing to do?
Qingyun, is this news reliable?"
"Go back to the imperial concubine, the news is reliable."
Qingyun raised his eyes and glanced at Feng Qingyin, then nodded.
Looking sideways at the person next to her, Feng Qingyin clenched her fists and covered her lips.
"Brother Prince, how could this happen?
Didn’t you say you would give Jiuer ten days?”
"How could you ignore our brothers?
Brother Prince, a thousand soldiers, they..." Before she could finish her words, Feng Qingyin began to sob.
"I know you are here for our children, but I didn't expect you to give up our soldiers."
"They don't hesitate to run on the front line for the safety of our people. We are so... so unkind."
"Brother Prince, I really didn't expect you to do this, otherwise I would have stopped you."
Qingyun glanced at Zhan Yuheng, who looked downcast, and then his eyes fell on the crying man.
"Going back to your concubine, Your Highness the Crown Prince indeed said that he would trade a ten-day truce for the lives of a thousand surrendered troops. I sent the letter."
Taking a deep breath, Qingyun's eyes returned to Zhan Yuheng.
"Your Highness, I will send the letter as soon as you give the order."
"It's four hours from now. If the bird is fine, the other party should be able to receive it."
"Did Jiu'er reply?"
Feng Qingyin asked hoarsely, "Isn't she dissatisfied with the time?"
"If she is not satisfied, can't she still talk to the prince's brother?
There is no need to kill him painfully."
Qingyun nodded and cupped his hands.
"Replying to the imperial concubine, I have indeed not received a reply from the other party."
"How did they die?"
Zhan Yuheng, who had been silent all this time, heard an extremely low voice.
He squeezed the cup in his hand tightly, his eyes darkened.
"Go back to His Majesty the Crown Prince. The spies reported that the soldiers were all poisoned and died."
"Click", the cup in Zhan Yuheng's hand was crushed directly by him.
"Brother Prince."
Seeing the blood coming out of Zhan Yuheng's fingertips, Feng Qingyin immediately took out the gauze scarf and held his hand.
"Qingyun, call the imperial doctor, the prince's brother is injured. Qingyun, hurry up! Call the imperial doctor quickly, the prince's brother is injured."
Feng Qingyin stood up excitedly and held Zhan Yuheng's injured finger tightly.
"Prepare for battle!"
Zhan Yuheng stood up and took his palm away from Feng Qingyin's hand.
Feng Qingyin was thrown away and almost lost her balance. She held on to the table and managed to steady her steps.
"Brother Prince."
Looking at the man leaving, she almost shed tears.
But Zhan Yuheng did not stop and continued walking outside.
Qingyun did not dare to neglect, and when Zhan Yuheng passed by him, he immediately turned around to follow him.
"Your Highness, does this matter not require a thorough investigation?"
"Do you think there are other possibilities?"
Zhan Yuheng strode out of the tent, leaving only a low voice.
Looking at the empty tent, Feng Qingyin half-squinted her eyes and raised a murderous smile at the corner of her mouth.
