In order to tell Zhao Wu a story, he got up an hour earlier than usual.

"But Young Marshal Zhao is still sleeping" Chu Yuan thought that the little nephew's intentions were good, but he couldn't disturb the young marshal's rest.

Before Chu Yuan could finish speaking, Zhao Wu's voice came from behind.

"Let him in."

Zhao Wu had already woken up. To be exact, he didn't sleep much tonight.

Chu Xintian pressed on his wound. Zhao Wu fainted from the pain. In less than half an hour, he woke up again.

The wounds on his body are healing, so it still hurts.

After waking up, it is difficult to fall back asleep.

Zhao Wu also knew that during the two days of being in a coma, Ah Fu, Ah Lu, Hammer and Chu Yuan were all tired. Now he closes his eyes so that his subordinates will no longer stare at him and can go to rest.

Although Zhao Wu's wound was painful, he didn't want to moan. He could only endure it.

Because he knew that as soon as he spoke, Ah Fu and Ah Lu would immediately get up, wake up Chu Xintian in the East House, and help him check his wounds.

In the evening, when Chu Xintian went to the doctor, Zhao Wu was still very scared. He was a strong man on the battlefield, he was not afraid to get hurt and see blood. But the wound really grew on him, and only he knew the pain.

Although Chu Xintian was just a little medicine girl, Zhao Wu also saw that this woman was not an ordinary woman, and dared to yell at him and use yin tricks against him.

Zhao Wu didn't want to. His subordinates upset Chu Xintian in the middle of the night. When Chu Xintian was unhappy and reached out to hold the wound, he couldn't afford to offend.

Zhao Wu didn't know how he had offended Chu Xintian, so he let her treat him like this.

Because, when he woke up, he looked at her face

But he just looked at her. It doesn't matter. This did not make the little girl angry

Zhao Wu is a first-class battlefield combat expert, who is good at speculating on the enemy's situation, formulating plans, and formulating strategies. However, in the face of a little girl, he really can't guess what the other party thinks.

"Forget it, what do you want to do with this" Zhao Wu felt that he was also lying bored, and even struggled with a woman.

He shook his head and drove Chu Xintian's face out of his mind.

But if he didn't want Chu Xintian, his attention was all on the pain in his body.

The most painful area is two inches under the ribs. That night, Chu Xintian weighed the wound hard.

"Damn"

In this way, almost the entire night, Zhao Wu thought about two things: pain and Chu Xintian.

It's almost dawn. A little boy walked in.

Zhao Wu heard Chu Yuan say that his sister's family had a little nephew, and the little nephew was very young, but very smart.

Zhao Wu is usually not interested in children, but now that the children come to see him, he feels that he can shift his attention from the pain to the children.

Bai Yongjing heard the young marshal lying on the kang speak. He quickly bypassed his uncle and ran towards the kang.

In recent days, he had heard many legends about Zhao Wu from Chu Yuan and other soldiers of the Zhao family's army. He was very curious about Zhao Shaoshuai.

At this moment, you can see the legendary hero with your own eyes. Of course, Bai Yongjing was very excited.

It's not bright yet. An oil lamp was lit on the kang in the Westinghouse. Under the yellow light of the oil lamp, Bai Yongjing saw a person lying on the kang.

Bai Yongjing was still a meter away from Zhao Wu, so he stopped and looked surprised.

Chu Yuan saw that his little nephew saw Zhao Wu and stopped talking, Chu Yuan thought that the child had been recognized, reached out and patted Bai Yongjing's shoulder and said, "Jing'er, didn't you say that you were going to tell a story to Uncle Young Marshal, why are you still here."

Bai Yongjing turned around and whispered to Chu Yuan, "Uncle, Uncle Young Marshal has a lot of beard."