"Hua Yin ......" Ning Xiyue sat up from the bed suddenly, her eyes wide and looked at the front in a panic, her originally fair face turned a little whiter, beads of sweat mixed with tears flowed down her smooth chin, and a circle of water was printed on the thin quilt, and the hands holding the brocade quilt were also white, and even trembled slightly.

"What's wrong, what's wrong? Miss, are you having nightmares again? Jinxiu came in and hurriedly grabbed Ning Xiyue's hand.

Rong Xia frowned tightly, and poured a cup of tea for Ning Xiyue on the table, "Miss, what's wrong with you?" If you want to enter the palace on an unknown day, ask a doctor to take a look! ”

Their own masters haven't slept well for two consecutive nights, and a few of their maids are hurting in their eyes, but they don't know what to do.

Ning Xiyue took the teacup and drank it in one gulp, patting her rising chest with her right hand, trying to calm herself down, but her brows were twisted into a heap but she couldn't let go.

Hua Yin, you must be careful! Don't fall for the way of the prince.

She shook her head slightly, and forced a smile on the corner of her mouth, "It's okay, it's just a nightmare, you guys go back and rest!" ”

The two maids glanced at each other and looked at Ning Xiyue worriedly, "Miss, how can you sleep as a slave, anyway, Miss you have a nightmare, and you can't sleep for the time being, why don't we go to the courtyard to enjoy the moon!" ”

At this time, the moon outside tore off the veil of shame and showed its bright side.

Ning Xiyue thought about it, nodded slowly, and changed her clothes under the service of the two maids.

Cuiliu went to the kitchen to make a bowl of ginseng soup and brought some food.

The four masters and servants admired the moon on the stone table in the courtyard, but Ning Xiyue knew that she had no intention of appreciating the moon at this time, but she was just using the moon to send lovesickness.

Another place.

The tent was lifted again and again, and the soldiers inside brought out basins of blood-stained water.

Feng Ming was anxious to rush in, but was stopped by Zhang Wei, and had to punch the pillar that stood high on the side.

There was a panic in the tent, an old military doctor kept cleaning Feng Huayin's wounds, and took out a shiny thin needle from an old medical box, and threaded the thread through it by the faint candle flame.

At this time, Feng Huayin, who was lying on the bed, had already woken up, but he was too weak to lift his eyelids, and his face was also white and scary, not to mention his pale lips.

His shirt had been stripped off, and his muscular, fleshless body was exposed to the air.

The old military doctor frowned worriedly, and his already wrinkled face looked a little older.

"Lord Wang, there is no more anesthetic, although this wound has been cleaned, it still has to be stitched, you bear with it." The old military doctor reminded helplessly.

Feng Huayin's heavy eyelids raised, and he said softly, "Doctor, can you let Zhang Wei in." ”

The old military doctor was a little stunned, but he still turned around and called Zhang Wei outside, and also informed the people outside that Feng Huayin needed stitches but no anesthetic.

Feng Ming couldn't wait any longer, so he went in together.

Zhang Wei quickly found the medicine that Ning Xiyue gave them when he was leaving, and put all of them in front of the old military doctor, no matter what was useful or useless, "Military doctor, you see if there is anything needed here, hurry up and use it for the prince, if my prince has three longs and two shorts, you don't want to live." ”

The old military doctor looked at the many small bottles placed in front of him, and couldn't help but smile on his face, and pressed the label on the top, he quickly found the medicine he needed.

His medicine boy hurriedly brought the candle flame, and the iron needle burned on the fiery red candle flame, making a stained sound.

Because there was no anesthetic in the medicines given by Ning Xiyue, the old military doctor still gave Feng Huayin a stack of coarse cloth and put it in his mouth.

The old military doctor was about to start stitching, and the slender iron needle glanced in front of the vicissitudes of life, but did not drive Zhang Wei and the others out.

Feng Huayin squinted his eyes slightly, feeling the needle pass through the wound on his shoulder, and the thin beads of sweat on his forehead came out quickly like a drizzle.

He clenched his teeth, his brow furrowed into a few wrinkles, and the veins at the corners of his eyes crawled like earthworms on his face.

His hands were clenched, and the back of his hand was covered with a thin layer of sweat.

Zhang Wei's eyes deepened, but he still watched with wide eyes as the needle in the hand of the military doctor shuttled on Feng Huayin's body, Lord Wang, you must hold on, the princess is still waiting for you to go back in the mansion!

Feng Ming shook his head slightly, sighed and turned away.

The old military doctor slowly collected the needle, Feng Huayin had already lost too much blood, and after the stitches, his originally pale face turned a little whiter, his hands hung weakly, his chest continued to rise and fall, as if he had been running for a long time, and his already tired eyes were also hazy, and he passed out again.

Zhang Wei hurriedly went over to take care of Feng Huayin, took a silk handkerchief to wipe the sweat beads on his forehead, and wiped his body with hot water at will.

The old military doctor's frowning brows still refused to relax, took out the selected medicine bottle, gently sprinkled the medicine powder on Feng Huayin's wound, and then bandaged his wound.

"Several generals, subordinates have already treated the wounds of the prince, but the prince's wounds are very deep, and he can't relax for the time being, and he can't touch the water, and those medicines have to be changed from time to time." The old military doctor's brows were slightly relieved, and he cleaned and placed the tools.

Feng Ming nodded slightly, and took the old military doctor to the tent where the soldiers were treated.

At this moment, there was a slightly chaotic sound of horses' hooves not far away, as well as chaotic footsteps.

Feng Ming frowned, with the help of the meager moonlight, and those people gradually getting closer, only to realize that it was his own people.

Several generals ran into the camp in embarrassment, turned over and dismounted in a panic, and even two of them fell.

Feng Ming hurried over, and when he got closer, he realized that those were from Deng Ming's team, and hurriedly went over to help, "General Deng, we thought you had already returned, but we didn't expect to be so embarrassed." ”

Deng Ming glanced at Feng Ming, it turned out to be the dog beside the Eighth Prince, but he couldn't make them suspicious.

He frowned and sighed, "Alas! I don't know how, but we were surrounded by men, at first there were few people, and then there were many more, and I retreated with my brothers in a hurry, and only then did I get my life back. ”

Feng Ming looked at Deng Ming with some doubts, there are really enough people who have escaped, and they don't seem to have suffered any injuries, no matter what, it is better to be afraid of death than to die.

"Alright, you guys go back and rest first! I still have to go back to see the prince, we have suffered heavy losses in this battle. Feng Ming's face sank, and he turned around to go back.

"Alas, General, is the prince also injured? How's it going? Deng Ming looked at Feng Ming worriedly, gritted his teeth secretly, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, he was just injured, why didn't the rebel leader kill him, what if the eighth prince was suspicious?

Feng Ming turned his head and glanced at Deng Ming lightly, "The prince is a little injured, it's okay for the time being, the military doctor has already seen it, it's not a big deal, General Deng and the soldiers should go back to rest first!" If there is anything to do, I will talk about it when the prince wakes up. ”