Cheng Jingyun coughed suddenly, Song Zhancheng stretched out his arm, took the person in his arms and calmed down, and then picked up the bowl again, and fed her water skillfully, which was not too troublesome at all.

Especially the expression on his face, say it's disgust? No! Like? No way!

Foshan doubted his IQ for the first time, his master is too uncertain, you can laugh, you can laugh, a gentle and kind face, but why are you still frowning and cold? Who to scare you!

Packed up, it was natural to touch Cheng Jingyun's head, it was not very hot, put the person down carefully, Song Zhancheng breathed a sigh of relief, "Early tomorrow morning, the army will rush to the battlefield quickly after finishing up, and the speed will remain the same, so as to minimize the unnecessary waste of time in the middle." ”

Foshan's eyes lit up, "Yes!" "How did he forget this stubble, wouldn't it be better to suppress the crown prince on the battlefield?

Waiting for them to retreat, the night was also very dark, Song Zhancheng looked at Cheng Jingyun on the bed, and remembered one thing, this was his camp tent, and there was only one bed......

Forget it, anyway, it's not the first time to sleep together, General Song broke the jar and broke it, thinking that he was frank and open, and he didn't do anything, and he could use his internal force to help her cover her sweat when he slept together.

Thinking about it this way, Song Zhancheng was at ease. As for the uncontrollable smile at the corner of his mouth, if he doesn't pay attention to it, the ghost knows what's going on with such a good mood today.

Everything is going well, I hope that tomorrow Cheng Jingyun will be better, and good luck will come together, how long will the war take in the northwest, and Cheng Jingyun will not be able to go home, it is too annoying to always follow herself......

At night, not only did it snow in the capital, but there was also a sudden rainstorm in the northwest.

"Kill, charge to General Ben! …… Brother Lan Su ......"

Cheng Jingyun was sweating profusely, trapped by a nightmare and couldn't wake up, she could only struggle in pain, Song Zhancheng heard the movement and went to inspect the barracks, and happened to miss this scene.

"General, this is a sudden change, my subordinates just heard that there was a landslide and collapsed on the western slope, and the villagers at the foot of the mountain rushed to the flat land here."

"Not only are the houses seriously damaged, but the seedlings that have just been sown may not be able to escape this catastrophe, and the people may have a harder time this year."

Song Zhancheng frowned, his mood was heavy, and several people were spinning, and suddenly heard an exclamation.

"It seems to be the voice of your camp, master!"

Foshan blurted out, but saw that Song Zhancheng had already rushed over, and disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the deputy general and Ying Er both hung their heads, not knowing what they were thinking.

"Ahh

Cheng Jingyun was finally awakened, sat up violently and gasped for breath, her chest rose and fell, her face turned pale, and after a while, she fell asleep again.

Song Zhancheng rushed over, stood at the door and just saw this scene, rushed over and grabbed her hand, felt her pulse, and her mood became heavier, Cheng Jingyun was in a fever, which was more serious than in the evening.

"Someone!"

"Master", Foshan chased after him, and was startled by Song Zhancheng's face.

"Stop the rush tomorrow and send soldiers to help the people rebuild their houses, and you will rest for the night tonight, and tomorrow you will personally take people to the surrounding towns to buy seeds." No! Send Kage 2 to go, you stay! ”

Song Zhancheng remembered something, suddenly changed his words, Foshan responded, hesitated for a second and asked, "Master, how is Miss Cheng?" ”

"You go and rest, I'll watch her." Rubbing his eyebrows tiredly, Song Zhancheng took off his coat, stood outside and froze for a while, re-entered the tent, and held Cheng Jingyun in his arms.

"Cold ~ Cold ......"

Dizzy, unconsciously muttering, obviously shouting cold, but his body was wet with sweat, his hair was messy, and a few strands of hair hung down on his forehead, and he was also wet with sweat, as if he had been drenched in the rain, and he was embarrassed.

Gently wrapped Cheng Jingyun with his big hand, the cold feeling made Song Zhancheng can't help but hug the person a little tighter, and when his body warmed up, Song Zhancheng went out again to make his body cold, and came back to continue to hold the person.

He didn't know if it worked, but he remembered that when he was a child, he was sick and had a fever that no one cared about, and his body was as hot as a stove, so he went to roll in the snow a few times, and then his body temperature dropped.

With a wry smile, Song Zhancheng lay on Cheng Jingyun's ear and spoke in a low voice, "Don't be hypocritical at this time, otherwise you will die and go home." ”

Get better, get better.

Song Zhancheng, who was beaten by iron, finally couldn't support it, and fell asleep with Cheng Jingyun in his arms, I don't know how long later, Song Zhancheng was burned awake.

The stove in his arms was not extinguished all night, but it burned more and more, Song Zhancheng smiled bitterly, and gently pulled the hair on Cheng Jingyun's face to the side.

"Someone, send the military doctor over."

After a while, a voice sounded outside the tent, "General, people bring it." ”

Song Zhancheng's face was heavy, why did Cheng Jingyun's pulse get weaker and weaker? Even if it is a fever and a serious illness, this state is not right.

The military doctor put away his hand, and Song Zhancheng hurriedly asked, "How is it?" Can you find out why? ”

This person was frightened by Song Zhancheng's tone, shrunk his neck and couldn't help but take a few steps back, and said: "General, my subordinates can't find out the specific reason, it seems that it is just a fever, but this fever is too abnormal!" Subordinate......"

"Get out!"

"General Ben told you to get out!"

The military doctor grabbed the medicine box and escaped from the camp tent in a hurry, just when he hit Foshan who came in a hurry.

Foshan grabbed the person's shoulder, threw it out, and said coldly: "What are you running in a panic!" What's going on? How is Miss Cheng's condition? ”

The military doctor was frightened by the face of the lord and servant, where did he still have the strength to speak, ahhhh

"Master!"

Song Zhancheng hugged Cheng Jingyun, gently put the person down on the bed when he heard the sound, stood up and said coldly: "Throw that quack doctor to training, and tell him to go to the battlefield with the soldiers to fight!" Then go and call the other people over, and call everyone over. ”

The military doctors were in the camp tents around the camp, where all the wounded rescued by Cheng Jingyun lived, and when they heard Foshan's order, they had no choice but to put down the others first, and followed them to the general's main tent.

"Master, everyone has brought it here."

At this time, there was another quarrel outside the door, the sound sounded like Jinyun, and the other was Ying San, the two didn't know what they were arguing about, Song Zhancheng looked at Foshan with a cold face, his face was very ugly.

Foshan is also hard, hurriedly went out and grabbed the two noisy guys with red faces and thick necks, dragged people away one by one, walked away and stopped and asked, "What are you two doing?" At this time, stop a little, the master is angry, be careful to take the two of you! ”

Jinyun was timid, and was frightened by you in Foshan, so he immediately pouted and sobbed, "My sister is sick, I'll take care of him, and the bad guys won't let me." ”

Ying San was angry, knowing that reasoning didn't make sense with him, and he didn't struggle anymore, "Who is the bad guy, you can't help, and you still disturb the master and affect the mood, so stay there obediently!" ”

Turning his head and asking Foshan again, "What's wrong with Miss Cheng?" Isn't it just overwork and fever, is it some kind of incurable disease? Oh my God~"

Foshan angrily slapped over, and knocked the person to the ground with a blow to the back of the head, "If you talk nonsense, be careful that I will throw you both out, and it is a good way to follow the second shadow to buy food." ”