"Sister." Xu Qing'an looked at Xu Qinghuan pitifully, hoping that calling his sister like this would change his mind.
What's so good about a black-faced burly man? Let's take you to a heroic young man who looks like his brother.
Xu Qingan blinked, presumably his sister could understand his mood.
Xu Qinghuan nodded: "Just change the medicine, brother, just wait and it will be fine."
Xu Qingan's heart suddenly burst.
There was only a medicine box in the military tent. Mr. Song was well-dressed, so it would be no big deal to change the medicine. Xu Qingan made the final concession: "Then I'll let Yong Ye in."
Yong Ye entered the military tent, and Xu Qingan stood outside like a door god, looking at each other with Feng Chu.
"Feng Chu," Xu Qing'an finally couldn't help it, "You are standing here too." It turned out that someone as miserable as him was Feng Chu, and thinking of this, he seemed to get some comfort.
Feng Chu blinked her eyes and felt that the prince's question today was a bit strange: "Yes, prince, I will go wherever the lady goes, now, in the future, and in the future."
Xu Qingan suddenly felt his heart hurt even more.
His sister was still young, so he had not thought about this issue seriously. No matter who married his sister, there was no reason to take his brother away as a dowry.
No one's uncle has ever spent his whole life eating and drinking at his brother-in-law's house, not to mention that he still has a marquis mansion to inherit.
Have father and mother ever thought about having another child?
"Little friend," Zhang Zhenren's voice came, "What are you doing here? I have another tip bag from Penglai Immortal Island, do you want to come and take a look."
Xu Qing'an suddenly thought of what Master Zhang had said before, telling him to be wary of young men. If he wasn't an old bastard, how could he be chasing Wang Er around.
"You old bastard, what did you say at that time? How to resolve my sister's crisis? Where is my sister's noble person?" It was clearly with the black-faced man.
Xu Qing'an reached out and grabbed Zhenren Zhang's beard.
"Oh, the prince has something to say." Mr. Zhang looked to the left and right, making sure not to betray his immortal character in front of Quanzhou people. "What the Taoist said is true. That noble... can protect the future of the eldest lady."
Ankang." What he said is correct, his young master is...
"You still said."
There was another noise outside the military tent.
Xu Qinghuan couldn't help but sigh after hearing this.
"How is it?" Xu Qinghuan looked at Yong Ye.
Yong Ye felt very strange, how could the young master's wounds burst open again and again: "Young Master? Did you slap your palm on the table again?"
Song Chengxuan raised his cold eyes, and Yong Ye swallowed a gulp immediately, but he still felt surprised and confused: "Then, young master, have you gone to dance with swords and guns?"
There was silence in the room for a while, and cold sweat trickled down Yong Ye's forehead: "Master, we can no longer do these two things. We have to set off. How can we wear armor if our wounds are not good."
"I understand." Song Chengxuan's voice was vaguely unhappy.
Yongye didn't dare to ask anymore, so he had to speed up his hand.
After bandaging the wound again, Yong Ye packed up the medicine box and bowed his head before exiting.
Xu Qinghuan said: "Master Song, have a good rest." The battle at hand is the most important, and the Changzhou Navy has gathered its morale. As the commander-in-chief, Song Chengxuan cannot make any mistakes.
In a life and death battle, soldiers will only trust the person who leads them to victory.
Song Chengxuan was silent for a moment, then raised his head: "After the war, I will go find Marquis Anyi."
Xu Qinghuan's heart tightened slightly, and she raised her head. Song Chengxuan was looking at her. His eyes were calm but seemed to contain turmoil. In just a moment, it seemed as if all the past events flashed past his eyes.
She naturally knew what he meant. He would not go looking for his father casually, so it was naturally related to marriage.
Xu Qinghuan nodded: "Okay."
She answered without any hesitation. Song Chengxuan stared at her, and the words she had just said rang in his ears again: "My family and I are very satisfied."
It seems to be true.
Just now, she clearly could leave with Xu Qingan, but she was worried about his injury. Should he treat her better when she treated him like this?
"Let's go," his voice was a little low. She must be in a hurry to visit An Yihou, "I want to rest."
Xu Qinghuan did not agree immediately: "Do you want me to help you climb up?"
"No," Song Chengxuan said, "I want to sit here for a while."
"Then I will come to visit Mr. Song later."
Finally her footsteps disappeared in the big tent.
Song Chengxuan raised his head slightly and leaned on the chair. The injury on his chest was a little painful. What a coincidence. At the moment he held An Yihou, the Japanese artillery suddenly came. An Yihou was seriously injured. If he was affected again, he would definitely be unable to support him.
, almost without thinking, he pulled An Yihou behind him.
Although he tried his best to avoid it, the residual power of the artillery still hit his chest. The pain was just like that night many years ago when a sharp sword came out of his chest.
Underneath the scar is an old healed scar, and this injury was caused by saving An Yihou.
Cold sweat wetted his temples and rolled into his shiny black hair.
The broken voice of that year could be vaguely heard in his ears. At that time, he was lying on the cold stone slab, letting blood soak into his clothes. He heard someone say: "We are ordered by the Holy One to deal with the rebels."
"What is the crime of King Wei..."
"The prince has confessed his crime. Let the princess go on her way. Your Majesty already has evidence..."
He opened his eyes wide and looked at everything around him. He hoped that at that moment, someone would come to save them.
"My lord, please remember that if you can escape, don't trust anyone who has contact with Prince Wei's house in the future. We can't tell whether they are humans or ghosts."
"Stop believing it."
The past disappeared like smoke, and he wanted to get up from the chair, his eyes fell on his legs, remembering her silent look when she saw his wound, and her panic when she knelt in his arms.
He treated a weak woman like this, taking advantage of her guilt to force her to agree to marry him. Every time he thought about this, he felt disgusted with his behavior.
Marrying to Quanzhou was definitely not the outcome she expected, and she knew the situation in Quanzhou very well, so even though she was worried about Marquis Anyi, she did not send anyone to ask the military advisor, but waited there silently.
Too sensible and too clear.
From beginning to end, she refused to ask him for anything.
At some point, he became unhappy with her intelligence.
Maybe everything should come to an end. He should have made up his mind before now.
"Yongye," Song Chengxuan ordered, "change clothes, I'm going to see Marquis Anyi."
…
An Yihou opened his eyes and tried to get up, but there was still a buzzing in his ears, as if he was still on the sea. A feeling of dizziness came and he fell back into the bed.
After he was vaguely swallowed by the sea water, he tried to struggle, but because he had no strength, he kept sinking. Just when he was about to lose consciousness, a young man's face appeared in front of him.
The young man reached out and took his arm, leading him upstream.
At that moment, he thought of that little figure, the child he had taught.
The Crown Prince of Wei.
The people in the Wei Palace should be disgusted and resentful of him, so why did they come to save him?
