In the end, the King of Northern Xinjiang still held the young prince in his arms and galloped away on horseback.
He comforted himself that at least he no longer had to be asked a hundred thousand whys.
Rushing to the frontier military camp in a hurry, the young prince was about to vault his horse. The king of Northern Xinjiang grabbed him and almost got scared: "Little ancestor, this is not your pony, this is a lonely war horse!"
When he saw Feng Danyuan, who was in ragged clothes, pale and with unwiped blood on his face, the young prince cried loudly: "Daddy..."
Feng, who was following closely, was so happy to see this that his eyes couldn't help but turn red.
The King of Northern Xinjiang asked the military doctor with his head drooped: "How is it?"
The military doctor shook his head: "There is no way to save the day..." With the injury like this, and only one breath left, what else can be done?
"What do you mean there is no way to save the day? Brother is still alive, you can think of a way." Feng Weihuan was about to cry.
The military doctor's old face was wrinkled into chrysanthemums. He was a doctor, not a god.
"What does it mean that there is no way to save the day... Wow -" the young prince cried even more sadly.
The King of Northern Xinjiang also looked gloomy.
Although Feng Danyuan was seriously injured last time and recovered later, people can be lucky once, but they cannot be lucky every time.
Hey, this is all fate.
Nanming heard the crying in the house and pushed the door open. He saw the house full of sorrow and mist. The young prince and Feng Weihuan were holding their heads and crying.
What are you doing again?
"Mr. Nan, you are so injured, why are you still walking around? Go back and rest." The King of Northern Xinjiang advised.
Nan Ming couldn't help but look at himself. Although he had been stabbed on the shoulder and left leg, and there were internal injuries, he was still okay. It wasn't that serious...
"Nan Ming!" Feng Weihuan rushed over, stared at him up and down, and then cried even harder.
"Wow, Uncle Nan is disabled too..." The young prince cried in confusion.
Nan Ming: “…!!!”
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After a lot of effort, Nan Ming finally comforted Feng Weihuan and the young prince, convincing them that Feng Danyuan was only seriously injured and he was not disabled.
The young prince raised his red and swollen peach blossom eyes and asked Nan Ming: "Then when will daddy get better?"
Nan Ming didn't know, so he could only reply: "It shouldn't take long. Your father's injury can only be cured by himself. Let him have a good rest."
The young prince covered his mouth and nodded: I understand, I won't quarrel with daddy.
The King of Northern Xinjiang secretly gave Nanming a thumbs up. The number one scholar is really different. Coaxing children is also his strong point!
Nan Ming: Haha.
"What happened on your trip?" The volcano erupted, but they were able to come back intact. This was an eye-opener for the King of Northern Xinjiang.
Nan Ming started talking about it when he went to Liuyun Mountain and told everything he could. The King of Northern Xinjiang, Feng Weihuan and the young prince were dumbfounded.
He was not surprised by such an expression, after all, even he felt like he was in a dream.
After all, the King of Northern Xinjiang was a well-informed leader of a country. He was the first to come to his senses and asked: "Will the Chishui Tribe attack Northern Xinjiang again from Guixu Continent now?"
Nan Ming told the truth: "I don't know, we have to wait until Feng Danyuan wakes up."
What is certain now is that the entrance and exit to Guixu Continent is no longer stable, Yu Manzhu is dead, and several elders of the Chishui Tribe are probably dead as well.
