These words actually poked Jin Lin's sore spot. He is a seven-rank guard, walking in the palace, although he is not the lowest grade, but he is not as good as those Praetorian Guards, don't see that the palace is all five people and six people walking horizontally, and guarding in the palace on weekdays, they all have to bow their heads and walk when they see people.

Jin Lin shook his throat and was about to scold the street, but Dong Lang pinched the wound on his arm, which hurt him so much that he "snorted", and swallowed back the words that were in his throat.

Dong Lang's voice became cold: "Don't move." I'm going to clean your wounds. You remember, the master's signboard can't be smashed, although you are a piece of mud, but the master has to heal you. ”

As a doctor, Dong Lang also has his own professional ethics, as long as he is dealing with a patient, he must do his best to treat it, even if he is an enemy, but before he is an enemy, he is a patient first.

The wounds on Jin Lin's body, large and small, were not fatal, but they hurt enough to look at. Dong Lang took a cork from the medicine box, stuffed it into Jin Lin's mouth not very gently, and sneered: "It's the old man's, just hold back, don't be angry." ”

Jin Lin is a palace guard, without the blood of the people of the rivers and lakes, and without the spirit of a soldier who regards death as home, where can he really bear the pain? But he's also a man, Dong Lang said so, he could only bite the cork, and told himself in his heart that when it hurts for a while, don't make a sound, let this hairy boy laugh.

Strange to say, he disliked this hairy boy and thought that he had no medical skills, but he did not refuse him to treat his injuries.

It can be seen that he still thinks in his heart that this unruly hairy boy is capable, but he doesn't want to admit it.

Dong Lang first dipped gauze in spirits and began to clean Jin Lin's wounds. Although the movements seem to be very rough, when it should be meticulous, it is extremely meticulous, not even letting go of the slightest dust stained on the wound.

He is very skilled, especially after studying medical skills with Yun Buxian for so long, he is even more handy in dealing with external injuries. More than a dozen wounds were quickly cleaned up, followed by stitches.

Recently, he and Yun Buxian have studied a better suture and a looper for suturing, although they have not yet studied the kind of protein thread that Qu Xiaobai said, but he believes that as long as he makes unremitting efforts, one day, he will make that kind of thread.

When it was time to stitch it up, he sent all the guards around Jin Lin out. The guards refused at first, but Dong Lang sneered: "The lives of all of you are now in the palm of our hands, what are you afraid of?" ”

Reasonable.

Several of the guards withdrew.

Although the wound was terrifying, it was indeed not a fatal injury, Dong Lang had no difficulty in stitching it up, but in two quarters of an hour, all the wounds were stitched up.

Jin Lin was in pain at first, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead at first, and then he simply fainted in pain. Dong Lang bandaged the wounds with gauze, and said contemptuously: "What the hell, a big man actually fainted in pain!" ”

After picking up his equipment, Dong Lang walked out of the house and instructed the guards: "I will have someone bring medicine when I go back, you go in and clean up the bloody bedding and cotton balls, and give him a new set of bedding, pay attention, don't let him move vigorously in the past few days, so as not to tear the wound." I'm not afraid of another come, it's him, and I'll have to suffer another sin. ”

The guards reluctantly agreed, Dong Lang carried the medicine box on his back, rode back to the house, and it only took half an hour to come back, just in time to catch up with the wine table to sweep the tail.

Outside the shed, Yang Ling asked people to send several large casseroles, which were naturally filled with all kinds of meat stewed crisply, as well as several jars of good wine.

The casserole and wine were carried to the shed, the guards lifted the lid of the casserole, and the smell of meat immediately filled the entire shed, and the guards took a large bowl of wine and meat, and ate the meat and drank in a large bowl.

The palace guards lived in the shed, and although there were hot meals for every meal, they were all radish stewed cabbage, cabbage stewed radish, and it was rare to see a few pieces of meat, let alone wine. Seeing the "soldiers" eating and drinking feverishly, smelling the intoxicating aroma of meat and wine, one by one the guards stretched their necks, and some even drooled their babes.

A few bold ones came over and asked shamelessly: "That, brothers, everyone is a soldier of the Great Liang Dynasty, and they can be regarded as comrades, can you give us a piece of meat and a drink?" ”

The leader on duty today in the guards was also a shadow guard, and his speech was even more shady than Xu Fei's, and he immediately said, "Yo, who are you talking about?" Who is with you? When we went to the battlefield and fought hard, why didn't we hear you say comrades? Our border army and the Diyi soldiers have been fighting for months, and there have been countless casualties. When the jade is warm and fragrant, why don't you say it's a comrade? Oh, when there is wine and meat, you are a comrade? Are you all fools when we are? ”

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The guards were swordswritten last night, and at this time they were all bare-handed, and in the face of those guards with big swords and long swords, they didn't dare to make a mistake, and they had to retreat when they couldn't ask.

Gluttonous? It's really gluttonous.

What to do? Bear with it.

Who made them not border troops? Who let those adults who held military power in Beijing not send a single soldier when the border army was in the most crisis?

Before coming to Nanping, they didn't have any idea about it, all they thought about was which building had beautiful girls and which gambling house had relatively new things, but after they came, most of them woke up to what kind of harsh environment the border army was guarding the border.

If there were no border troops, how would they, the people of Kyoto, live a drunken life?

Pity? It's kind of a bit.

Remorse? Half-related to them? They are just small soldiers, one who is not in power and the other is not in charge of soldiers.

The guards were sweating after eating and drinking, and after eating and drinking, they took away the casserole and sea bowl, and did not leave half a drop of wine and half a piece of meat for the palace guards.

The smell of meat and wine in the shed did not dissipate until the evening. The palace guards were more and more tormented by staying in the cold shacks.

But there was no way, they had no leader, and they didn't even have the ability to resist at all, so they could only stay in this cold shed in a suffocated manner. More than a hundred guards, eight out of ten. Jiudu was homesick, and I just hoped that my bosses would be big. Be merciful and quickly order a retreat.

It is true that it is no longer a question of whether they want to retreat or not, but whether Yang Ling lets them go. And the stupid ones haven't realized that they are being detained by Yang Ling.

Want to go back to Beijing? Let's talk about it after the New Year.

Qu Jia, Rong He didn't wake up until the evening, after waking up, he only felt that his head hurt badly, his nasal voice was heavier, and his throat was so dry that it hurt, Song Yu poured a glass of warm water, added honey to it, and after blending, he took it to the bed, helped Rong He into his arms, and put his voice softly: "My lord, drink a glass of water to moisten your throat first." ”

Rong You took her hand and drank a glass of water, but she still felt dry, and said hoarsely: "Pour me another glass." ”

Songyu went to pour another glass of water and drank it for Rong You, Rong He felt that his throat was better, but his head still hurt, and Songyu complained: "The ghost weather here is too torturous, my lord, the slave and maid watched you suffer this sin, and I really want to suffer for you." ”

The little maid's speech is really painful, Rong He is very ironing in her heart, and she feels a little better when she is sick.

The deep palace is lonely, not only the concubines are lonely, the eunuchs are lonely, the palace maids are also lonely, Rong He is past the age of marriage, Concubine Rong believes in her, and does not allow her to leave the palace, and look at the meaning, she is not going to let her out of the palace again, she is forced to comb herself early. Now that he is twenty-six, behind the life of the camp every day, it is inevitable that there is a bit of a deformed mind.

For example, a little girl who likes to have a good face and long sleeves and is good at dancing.

Of course, good-looking and handsome. She also likes Long's little girl. It's not a picky eater, and it's not limited to men and women.

These corrupt tendencies did not start from her, and the first one in the palace is the current emperor. After the emperor reached middle age, the power fell, and his mind became more and more depressed, and he only lingered in the palace every day.

Regardless of whether it is a concubine, a palace maid, a guard, or a eunuch, as long as they can get into his eyes, they can all get on his dragon bed.

From the emperor down, the ministers of the court, the sons of the families in Kyoto, and even the daughters of those families are all happy with this unhealthy trend.

Therefore, Rong He doesn't feel that there is anything wrong with him like this, but he always has a kind of majesty and speed in power. Feel.

Song Yu won her heart, and she loved her a little more. In her view, this kind of affection is nothing more than the favor of the ruler to the pet. She is the one in power, and Songyu is the play in her hands. Stuff only.

Rong He drank the honey water and felt that she could sit up, Song Yu told Mei'er to call Zhang Yinu to check her pulse, and Zhang Yinu failed to cure Rong He's wind and cold for two days, but it became more and more serious, which made her frightened, and she trembled when she came over.

Rong He is in power in the harem, and his methods are also notoriously ruthless, so he can't help but be afraid of the doctor.

After entering the house, Doctor Zhang knelt down before getting up to check Rong and his pulse.

Rong He's face was sallow, his lips were bloodless, and he glanced at Doctor Zhang's daughter with a pair of eyes blankly, and said, "What do you think, how is my illness?" ”

Doctor Zhang's probe tried her forehead and said, "The adult has subsided the fever, and the pulse is better than before going to bed, wait for the adult to use some food first, and then drink the medicine after use." ”

She didn't dare to say that she would be fine if she drank the medicine. Setting up such a military order is undoubtedly digging a hole for yourself.

"Doctor Zhang, you have been a doctor in the palace for a few years, you say, is the wind cold difficult to treat?"

Rong You's tone suddenly became gloomy.