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At this moment, I am afraid that the only one who can completely suppress Han Xiu is Han Taigong.

After all, as long as he has a filial piety, he can suppress Han Xiu to death.

In fact, from the beginning when the rumors spread, Shi Jiao'e did not panic, and even, she did not take this rumor seriously at all.

There are two easy ways to control rumors. The first is to create a new rumor to divert everyone's attention.

The second is to look for an authority, an authority that everyone can trust, and use what this authority says to deny the truth of the rumor.

Whether in terms of age or identity, Han Taigong meets the requirements of authority. Therefore, as long as Han Taigong is still alive, Shi Jiao'e is not worried about rumors, nor is she worried about Han Xiu making trouble by using rumors.

It's just that she missed Shen Shijun after all, she didn't expect Shen Shijun to be so impulsive, for the sake of brotherhood, he actually waved a knife from the palace in an extreme way.

It's just a few rumors, so why bother?

……

"How's Shijun?" Han Taigong's weather-beaten face was carved with wrinkles. In the cloudy eyes, tears rolled out, meandering down the wrinkled ravines.

"Is the injury serious?" In Han Taigong's throat, there was also an obvious phlegm sound. However, he forced himself to cough and wheezing, grabbing the hands of the soldiers around him and asking questions.

Shen Shijun, that young man who risked his life to save him and sacrificed his life to protect him. That good boy who took care of him day and night, and was more filial than his own son.

In the two years he was captive, if it weren't for Shen Shijun, he wouldn't have survived at all.

However, such a good young man was forced to abolish by his son!

As soon as he thought of this, Mrs. Han trembled with anger, and he couldn't wait to pick up a hammer and chase Han Xiu all over the street like he did a few years ago.

It's a pity that he is old, and Han Xiu's wings have grown stiff, so he no longer obeys his discipline. On the battlefield, Han Xiu can watch him being cooked, so how can he care about his savior?!

"Unfilial son!" Mrs. Han beat her chest angrily. He was so excited that his throat was filled with phlegm, and then he coughed desperately.

"Ahem! Cough! Ahem, ahem, ahem! ”

Han Xiu was quite impatient, but in front of his brothers, for the sake of his filial reputation, he could only tolerate it temporarily, and said incorrectly, "Father, you are angry, don't be angry, don't be angry......"

After appeasing Han Taigong, he immediately looked at Shi Jiao'e again, but this time his attitude was not very good, and he scolded sharply, "What are you bringing your father here for?" Father's health is not good, and he has to run around for you at night! ”

He took his anger out on Shi Jiao'e.

It's a pity that Shi Jiao'e was also angered this time, and she was not ready to make a false deal with him anymore.

"Who is it that boiled my father's body out? If it weren't for you, would my father have been captured and left with a painful illness in his old age? ”

In front of everyone's eyes, Shi Jiao'e unexpectedly revealed Han Xiu's shortcomings. The matter of abandoning his father and running for his life alone was brought to the table.

Han Xiu only felt an evil fire, and he rushed to the top of his head, and then, he couldn't suppress it anymore, and his reason completely collapsed.

"Smack!" A slap hit Shi Jiao'e in the face.

"What? Don't dare to admit it? It doesn't count if you force your righteous brother to be like this, do you want to force me to commit suicide to prove my innocence? Shi Jiao'e sneered, "Han Xiu, you're just like that!" ”

When he saved his father, he didn't have the ability, and he rushed to kill the enemy and fled, but he could force his brother-in-law and beat his wife, but he was able to endure it!

Although Shi Jiao'e didn't say it explicitly, everyone understood the meaning of her words.

This is also the first time she has torn her face with Han Xiu.

It's just that there are so many things that happened today, and the impact is so great that everyone's mind is a little dizzy, and they don't know how to react.

Silent. In the huge military tent, only the cough of Han Taigong remained.

"King, fortunately, I am not dishonored!" The gold sore doctor walked out quickly, and his steps were still a little staggering.

He bowed down for a long time to treat the wound, and when he stood up at first, he used too much force, which made him a little dizzy.

"The wound has been connected, but ......" Dr. Golden Sore did not finish.

The people present are all generals who have fought on the battlefield, after so many years of fighting and killing, what kind of injuries have you not seen? The wound is not the key, the key is whether it will be hot?

As long as there is a fever, most people can't get through it.

Moreover, for those who had broken hands and feet, how many broken bones were connected, and the wounds were stitched up. But it's useless to connect it, and in the end, isn't it still scrapped?

Even, many of them have healed for a few days, but suddenly have a high fever, and then, they die......

There was silence in the tent.

Obviously, everyone had this ending in mind.

"There's Mr. Rauson." Shi Jiao'e bowed down and gave the Golden Sore Doctor great respect.

The queen was gracious. The old man went to boil the medicine first. Mr. Sun avoided the side and did not accept Shi Jiao'e's gift.

His golden sore medical skills were still learned from the Shi family's offerings. If there was no Shi family, he would not have today's medical skills.

Just the craftsmanship of suturing wounds with sheep intestines, I don't know how many people have been saved! The queen's skill in the gold sore doctor is even more skilled than he is.

He couldn't afford it.

"I'll go see my brother-in-law." Shi Jiao'e nodded to Mr. Sun, didn't even look at Han Xiu, supported Han Taigong, and walked to the depths of the military tent.

Completely ignorant!

The killing intent in Han Xiu's heart continued to accumulate, and he couldn't wait to cut Shi Jiao'e with a thousand knives. However, seeing the gaze of the brother next to him, he had to press it down again.

Slut!

Han Xiu secretly hated in his heart.

One day, he will let Shi Jiao'e kneel in front of him, humbly begging himself, begging him to give her a way to live.

"Father, your health is not good, it is better to go back and rest early! Shijun is here, with his son with him, he won't be fine! Han Xiu also followed, changing into a concerned smile.

It's a pity that Mrs. Han didn't pay attention to him at all, just held Shen Shijun's hand, and burst into tears: "Shijun, it's all because my father is not good, and I made you suffer!" ”

It was as if Shen Shijun was his biological son!

Shen Shijun didn't answer, because he had lost too much blood and passed out.

Shi Jiao'e looked at the pale face, her heart tightened for a while, and she actually had a panic of loss.

No one knows what Shen Shijun means to her. It's like no one could have imagined that Han Taigong would be so "eccentric".

Those who have not experienced it will never understand.

I don't understand the taste of despair. I don't know how to lose everything, even your closest father, your most trusted husband, doesn't reach out to save your despair.

I don't understand the guilt of hearing my only brother, the guilt of dying in battle to save myself, and the deeper despair. Shi Jiao'e once came to a desperate situation in this kind of despair and guilt.

No one stretched out a hand in a desperate situation, no one was able to help her. There are only two people around her, a father-in-law who needs her to take care of, and a brother-in-law who takes care of her for her brother.

Shen Shijun is the only reliance she relies on when she is in a desperate situation. It is also the only light salvation when you are in hell.

It's not about love, but you can't give it up.

She could not tolerate anyone, hurt him for any reason.