Zhao Kuo fell on his back, his eyes were dark, and memories flashed in his mind......

Four months ago, just before Zhao Kuo was about to prepare his horse to leave Purple Mountain and escort Chang'an Jun to Qi Kingdom, his father Zhao Hao stopped him with a serious face. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Kuo'er, you have to remember that this time your handsome short guards escorted Chang'anjun to Linzi, which is a business and state affair, not a young man playing and frolicking!"

Zhao Kuo was a little unimpressed, his mother just gave a lot of instructions, but his father didn't let him go, so he said casually: "The child naturally knows ......"

Zhao Hao looked at his eyes, shook his head and said, "You don't know, Zhao Mang, take off your armor and show it to the gentleman." ”

Zhao Mang is Ma Fujun's personal guard, for more than ten years, every time he fights, he follows Zhao Hao's side, although he looks tall and big, but he is obedient to Zhao Hao, so he knelt down on one knee and took off the armor and underwear outside.

What was shown in front of Zhao Kuo was a scarred body, scars after scars, like twisted earthworms, all over the body, which was shocking!

"Kuo'er, do you see that? This is the Father's guard. ”

Zhao Hao pointed to Zhao Mang's scar and said to him: "Soldiers, the place of life and death, the way of survival, flying arrows on the battlefield, although the generals are in the back, they will inevitably be affected." The laws of the state of Qin stipulate that five hundred lords should be short-handed and fifty soldiers; two or five hundred lords, and a hundred short soldiers; The state is a lieutenant, with a thousand short soldiers; General, 4,000 short soldiers. If a general is killed in battle, the guards are punished. Therefore, as a short-handed guard, he must desperately protect the safety of his generals. This is the case in the Qin State, and so is the Zhao State, and the duty of the short soldiers is to protect the generals. Your duty is also to protect Chang Anjun, if there is an accident, you would rather be arrowed than let Chang Anjun be injured! Remember, these scars are the knights of the Guard! ”

The conversation of that day was deeply engraved in Zhao Kuo's mind, making him clearly remember his duties.

So when the arrow was aimed at Chang Anjun, he couldn't care about blocking, so he could only use his body to block in front of Chang Anjun!

The pain hit, and before he lost consciousness, he only remembered that there were exclamations all around him!

Zhao Kuo couldn't help but think, "Did I block that arrow?" ”

There was no doubt about it, the sensation lost from the injury and vertigo was slowly returning to his body, and with it the pain in his chest, although he still couldn't open his eyes, he could feel that he was being lifted from the moving carriage and carefully placed on the ground. Beneath him was a desk, a bed, and then there was a slightly flustered question, someone was trying his breathing, someone was rolling his eyelids......

"And gas!" Someone cheered in surprise, Zhao Kuo could vaguely recognize it, this was Lu Jujian's voice, this guy had a big voice, which shocked Zhao Kuo's ears.

Another said: "The wound doesn't seem to be deep, cut open his clothes, pull out the arrow, and I carry the sore medicine with me!" ”

This is Shu Qi, Shu Qi has been practicing swords since he was a child, and after coming to Qi State, he has been working day and night, the sword has no eyes, and it is inevitable that he will be injured, so he has been carrying sore medicine, Zhao Kuo felt that his clothes were cut, but someone stopped him: "Don't worry, wait for the doctor to come, don't hurt the bracket due to excessive blood loss!" ”

This is Chang Anjun's voice, which seems to be calm, but in fact it is also a little anxious.

Zhao Kuo's consciousness came and went, and I don't know how long it took, someone shouted at the door: "The doctor is here, the doctor is here!" With heavy footsteps, there are also struggles and protests, or Lu Jujian, it was he who thought the doctor was slow, and ran outside to carry it!

"Hold his hands and feet!" This was the doctor's order, and Zhao Kuo only felt that his limbs were being pressed down......

"Wait!" It was Chang'anjun again, and he said to the healer: "Treat it with alcohol first." ”

"Alcohol?" The healer didn't seem to be very happy with someone pointing fingers at him, but he didn't say anything, and Chang'anjun came.

"Take a sip first!"

Zhao Kuo smelled a strong smell of soju, and then the hot liquid poured into his throat, and the taste went straight to his head, making him even more dizzy. Then, the hot alcohol poured little by little on his wound, like a flame sprout licking blood vessels, and like thousands of worms pecking at the flesh!

Unforgettable pain, indescribable itch! Zhao Kuo shouted!

Then, a hot knife slashed through his wounds, each as if it were cut into his soul, which was to probe the barb of the arrow, Zhao Kuo tried to struggle, but all his limbs were pressed, and then he heard the healer say, "I'm going to pull out the arrow!" ”

A hand touched the shaft of the arrow, clenched it and tried gently, Zhao Kuo closed his eyes and howled, but a wooden stick was immediately stuffed in his mouth......

Next, the hand was violently forced, and the arrow was pulled out from between Zhao Kuo's two ribs, and blood was splashed everywhere. Even with alcohol treatment, it was still extremely painful, Zhao Kuo opened his eyes and struggled desperately, and the four big men almost couldn't suppress him! His bite was so strong that he bit off the wooden stick in his mouth and let out a huge scream!

This time, he woke up completely, and the first thing he did when he woke up was to feel ashamed of his fear of pain, as if the whole Linzi could hear this miserable scream.

Zhao Kuo's voice gradually lowered, and his straight body also lay on the bed, with a small house above his head, an expressionless middle-aged doctor beside him, and Shu Qi with a concerned face, all of whom were splashed with his blood, and were treating his wounds at the moment.

In front of him, there was Chang'an Jun who had been worshipping the ground for a long time: "Kuozi, I owe you a life!" ”

"Is Chang'anjun okay?" Zhao Kuo asked with difficulty.

"I'm fine!" Chang'an Jun bowed his head.

"This is good, this is good......"

Father, I have not neglected my duty...... Zhao Kuo seemed to be relieved, smiled, hung his head weakly and fell asleep, his last impression before losing consciousness was that Lu Jujian's big voice laughed in his ear again: "Ma Fuzi just screamed like a woman, I can't believe that it was you who blocked the sword for Gongzi!" ”

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"Healer, is he alright?"

Seeing that Zhao Kuo lost consciousness again, Mingyue asked the doctor with some anxiety, this doctor's name is Chen Wuyi, he is a doctor in Proton Mansion, today Mingyue "coincidentally" gave him a holiday, and it happened that someone drove him around here to play, originally for himself, but it came in handy in Zhao Kuo.

"So that the son knows that there is no need to worry about his life." After Chen Wuji finished speaking, he looked at Mingyue's injury: "It's the son's wound that bleeds again." ”

Mingyue's shoulder injury is not serious, it is just a broken skin, and then continue to treat it with hot alcohol, so you don't have to worry about infection. These alcohols, which he has made Xu Ping and Lu Sheng master and apprentice distill and purify in the past few months, have reached a concentration of about 75% medical alcohol, which was a life-saving medicine for the injured who often died of infections during the Warring States Period......

While asking Chen Wuyi to help him bandage himself, while looking at Zhao Kuo, who was lying on the bed and sleeping soundly after wiping the sore medicine, Mingyue felt a lot of emotion.

He never thought that he would be saved by Zhao Kuo, if this arrow was shot at him, half of his life would be gone.

Just like what he said to Zhao Kuo just now, Mingyue secretly repeated in her heart at this moment: "Ma Fuzi, Ma Fuzi, in this way, I owe you a life." ”

If before this incident, he took Zhao Kuo by his side and raised his face, just pulling a hand, from now on, Mingyue is really determined to reverse the fate of Zhao Kuo's defeat!

"The grace of dripping water should be reciprocated by a spring!"

At this time, Gong Zhongyin, Dong Fang, and Fei Ping also pushed the door in, fierce and vicious, and their hands were full of blood.

This is a small mansion that Mingyue bought in advance in Zhuangyue City, inside the house they are rescuing Zhao Kuo, and in the courtyard, the black-clothed men are also interrogating two assassins who are still alive - the assassin who hid in the crowd and injured Zhao Kuo has been stabbed to death by an angry Shu Qi with a sword.

Now that Zhao Kuo was out of danger, the screaming outside the courtyard had come to an end, and the black-clothed men had come to report that the assassin had finished interrogating......

Mingyue walked out of the house and asked the four black-clothed men to report to themselves privately: "Who is in charge?" ”

Gong Zhongyin leaned into his ear and said, "According to the assassin who took the lead, he is a disciple of Teng Geng!" ”