While the soldiers were singing and dancing around the bonfire, in the big tent of the Chinese army, Prince Xiao and all the most important figures in the army were also having a banquet.

The people who attended the banquet were none other than the few people who held the meeting here on weekdays, plus a few senior generals in the army.

Lu Shikang is also one of them.

He also drank a lot of alcohol that night.

He thinks that he is almost in good health, and he can drink like everyone else.

However, he was obviously the best drinker in the room, but he was the first drunk among the people present.

When the body is not fully recovered, it is easier to get drunk than usual.

When Prince Xiao saw that Lu Shikang was drunk, he ordered someone to carry him to his tent.

Three soldiers were ordered to carry Lu Shikang to his tent.

One of them led the way with an oil lamp, and the other two carried him from behind.

However, none of the three of them heard clearly what Lu Shikang's tent number was, because it was too noisy in the Chinese army's tent at that time.

When Prince Xiao told them about Lu Shikang's tent number, the champion general Qin Wuzheng talked about the stage of pursuing the enemy, and his voice was already loud, but at this time, because his side had won the battle, his voice was a few points higher than usual.

Coupled with the fact that there were other people communicating, the voices were a little mixed.

Because of this, they didn't hear clearly what tent Prince Xiao was talking about.

They only vaguely remembered that Prince Xiao was talking about the one hundred and twenty numbers.

So, when they arrived at tent 120, they began to carry oil lamps from tent to tent to tent, looking for a tent with only one bed.

The reason why they only looked for a tent with a marching bed in it was because they guessed that he must have slept in a tent alone.

A rich boy like him must not be used to sleeping with others.

Now the soldiers are going to the training ground to sing and dance, so most of the tents are empty.

The soldier with the oil lamp lifted the curtain from tent to tent in front of him to see what was going on, and when he had passed tents 120 and 121, he lifted tent 122.

When he saw that there was only one bed in tent No. 122, he confirmed that this must be Lu Shikang's tent.

"This should be the tent." The soldier with the oil lamp said. And he went into the tent first, so that they could be illuminated.

The two soldiers who carried Lu Shikang carried Lu Shikang to the only marching bed in the tent, and then one of them covered him with a quilt.

The three then left.

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At this time, in the military doctor's tent, Qingzhi was busy.

She felt busier than ever tonight.

She had never seen so many wounded at the same time, although not long after Imperial Physician Lin went to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to ask the soldiers to come to help, about two thousand soldiers came, and after she taught them some basic knowledge, they also joined in treating the wounded, indeed, they helped a lot, but they were still too busy.

No one had a chance to breathe, and after a group of wounded had been treated, another batch was brought in from nowhere, and the wounded in the military doctor's tent showed no sign of decreasing.

It's good to say that the most uncomfortable moment is to watch some people die in their dying, some quietly pass away before they can be treated, and some die in the process of treatment, probably because of excessive blood loss before.

Every time he saw a soldier die, whether it was a soldier on Prince Xiao's side or a captured enemy soldier, Qingzhi's heart would always feel uncomfortable for a while.

But she understands that this is war, and it is inherently cruel.

When treating the wounded, it is not only about treating them physically, but sometimes also about calming the mind.

For example, some soldiers become disabled, and at this time they have to be properly comforted when they are treated.

Because such a person can no longer be a soldier in the future, and has become disabled again, the effect of appeasement is nothing more than hoping that he can regain his vision of life in the rest of his life.

There are also wounded people who are depressed because of the death of their best companions, and this time also needs to be comforted.

Although this appeasement is unlikely to have much effect.

So, compared to the atmosphere of victory and revelry that pervaded the barracks, the atmosphere here was much heavier.

Qingzhi and the doctors and soldiers in the medical camp were busy until nearly the early hours of the morning, when they had finished treating all the wounded.

As she dragged her tired body into her tent, she felt only a sore back.

When I got to my tent, I didn't bother to light the candle, after all, I just wanted to sleep upside down now, and I would put it out immediately after lighting it.

Feeling dark, she felt it and walked in the direction of the bed in the tent.

As she walked, she smelled the smell of alcohol in the tent, which made her a little confused.

She secretly wondered if the soldiers in the tent next to her had drunk too much wine tonight, so the smell of alcohol spread to her tent?

At present, the soldiers in the tents around the area have already returned from the training ground, and the cries are coming and going.

I can think about it, and most of them are drunk.

But she didn't expect the smell of alcohol to penetrate the tent and spread into her own tent.

As she walked further, she stopped when she felt like she was being blocked by the edge of the bed.

He didn't bother to take off his coat, so he went to bed.

As soon as I lay down, I felt that something was not right, as if there was a person lying next to me.

Surprised, she hurriedly got up, touched the flint placed next to the bed, and after lighting the candle, she found that the person lying on the bed was Lu Shikang.

"Master Lu, wake up!" She looked at his angular and flawless face and lowered her voice. lest his voice be too loud and wake up the soldiers in the tent next to him.

Seeing that he was unconscious, she didn't know what to do for a while.

After thinking about it, maybe it would be more appropriate to sleep in his tent by himself.

But after thinking about it, if Wang Lu and Qi Fang went to Lu Shikang's tent to serve him early tomorrow morning, and saw that it was himself lying on the bed, he would be embarrassed.

Therefore, it would be more appropriate to wake him up and let him go back to his tent.

After screaming several times, she saw him suddenly open his sleepy eyes.

When she saw him open his eyes, she said softly, "Master Lu, please go and sleep in your own tent." ”

Dr. Kong...... Why are you here again......" I heard him say.

"This is my tent." She said.

Seeing that he was silent, just looking at herself sleepily, she was a little anxious, and said, "Please get up and leave." ”

As he spoke, he took his hand and tried to pull him up from his bed.

Unexpectedly, instead of pulling him up, she was pulled by him to his chest.

His arms wrapped around her back, wrapping her tightly.

"Master Lu, please let go." She didn't dare to speak loudly for fear of being heard in the surrounding tents.

I still didn't hear his voice, but I felt the movement of his hands.

His hands were on her waist and she rolled over and pressed under him.

"Lu Gongzi, don't ......"

Before she could utter the words, she felt his lips cover hers.

It's just that she doesn't understand, at this moment, is he sober or drunk?

His kiss smelled of wine. The smell of wine permeated the tent.