Horn felt like time had never passed so quickly. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

For the first two days, he slept all day long, and perhaps the big liar Steven couldn't figure out the dosage of the analgesics, which caused him to dream the rest of the time except for the two hours when he was eating and basking in the sun. Thankfully, it's not a chilling nightmare.

During the two hours of soberness, in addition to his mother, who was always with him and often secretly wiped her tears, several uncles and fathers would often visit him and tell him the details of the southern expedition. "As the heir of the Dalton family," my father said every time, "you must know all the details of war, and only by experiencing war and blood can you understand how precious peace is, otherwise you will always be a baby sucking on your mother's **....."

Horn didn't hate his father and Uncle Mike discussing the crusade in his bedroom, nor did he hate Grandpa Andrew's War Leader. On the contrary, he found those things interesting, but not as interesting as horseback riding and archery, but the most interesting thing was the practice of swords, but Uncle Lind seemed to have disappeared for a long time, and it seemed that he had not appeared since his father's decision to go south. "He went to the South, and you'll see him. When he finally couldn't resist asking his father this question, Uncle Mike answered for him.

Sometimes, Horn felt sorry for his mother, not only because she had secretly wiped her tears, but also because little John had told him that the lord had quarreled with his wife, and that she had smashed everything in the bedroom, including her favorite bathtub, and had chopped it with the lord's sword. Horn didn't know where his mother got such strength, the sword was really heavy, he had secretly tried to wield it, but at the age of ten. Maybe little John lied, he lied a lot, maybe his mother just knocked over the bathtub, maybe it was all just maybe, because he couldn't go anywhere but lay in bed.

Perhaps the god Namu heard his prayers, and the great liar Steven finally lightened the dose on the third day. He no longer sleeps every day, but can get out of bed and walk around with the support of little John and his mother. He looked out the window at the blue sky, the geese flying south were flying in the direction of their upcoming expedition, the falling leaves falling into the silent martial arts training ground, and the black feather arrows he left that night were on the target. Looking into the distance, there were few cars and pedestrians on the streets, and the whole northern city seemed to be sleeping with him.

After the sun set, he ate all his dinner under his mother's supervision: a palm-sized black pepper steak, two charcoal-grilled lamb trotters, vegetable salad, two bright red peaches, a large bowl of pigeon-stewed onion soup, and that bowl of medicine. After his mother left satisfied, Horn asked the guard at the door to summon Little John. The little guy ran into the room with his mouth full of oil, and the smell of roast suckling pork remained in his mouth. "What's the matter, sir?" he asked his little master.

Horn pointed to the door, and little John's face suddenly drooped, but he obediently closed the door and walked to the bed.

"How about ten silver coins?" he asked his personal servant.

"My lord, it's not about money. Little John whispered, his eyes full of embarrassment.

"Twenty. Horn raised the price.

"My lord, Madame has explained it again and again. Little John shook his head.

"Thirty. Horn smiled at him.

"My lord, Brother Brandon's whip marks are still as good as new. Little John said with a frown.

"Alright, counting the twenty lashes you gave me last time, I'll give you a gold coin. Horn leaned back on his pillow, "But I can't give you all the money, you have to help me send thirty silver coins to Mabel, how about it?"

"Deal. ”

So, Horn drank the wine that John Jr. had brought from the kitchen that night. When the wine rolled mischievously on the tip of his tongue, and the sourness of the grapes and the sweetness of the mulberries poured down his throat into his stomach, he felt that he had fully recovered and would be able to take the legendary city of Karta with his father tomorrow.

"Slow down, light, don't hurt him again. As Steven removed the bandage from his head, his mother cried out anxiously.

Halfway through the dismantling, Steven stopped, turned around and bowed to his mother. "Don't worry, ma'am, I will never find a second pair in my craft in the whole of Beicheng, oh no, second place, oh, sorry, madam, this word is still not right. Then he turned, muttering to himself, pondering what to say, as he picked up the long, slender knife with a slender serrated tooth.

Immediately, there was the sound of a sharp blade tearing through the gauze. Horn was already furious, he hated the liar, but he could only half-sit on the pillow, trying to keep absolutely still, while following the liar's instructions to bow his head slightly, or slowly lift up.

"Don't move, sir, let me clean your wounds. When the gauze stained with blood and dried herbs was removed, the liar added, "It may hurt a little, but rest assured, this is the best and most expensive healing medicine I have ever prepared." ”

Damn, this is a little pain, it's clearly ..... The soft cloth soaked in herbs passed through the place as hot as a raging fire, and the choking smell that kept burrowing into the nose, as if it had been pierced and twisted by a burning blade, and repeatedly thrust. Horn could only grit his teeth, clutch the sheets, and let out a deep breath, and finally managed to maintain his dignity as a Dalton heir in front of his mother.

"Ma'am, come and see, there are no wounds left at all!" Steven told his mother excitedly as he threw the soft cloth into the water.

I was wounded by a blunt object, not a sharp blade, and of course there was no wound. Horn thought helplessly.

"Thankfully, he's only seventeen. The mother had a relieved expression.

That night, John Jr. brought him half a bottle of wine from the kitchen, and the jam pie made by the new pastry boy, and Horn took only one bite and spit it out. "It's not as good as half of what Mabel makes. He told his little servant as he rinsed his mouth with a mellow wine.

Little John shrugged and walked out with his plate.

Horn took his wine and stood up in front of the gold-framed mirror. Steven was right, he was the same as before the injury, but he seemed to be a little thinner than before. He took a small sip and closed his eyes to think about what had happened before he fell asleep, but he couldn't remember anything until his head swelled and hurt. So he began to miss Sura, but fortunately he remembered that she had shed tears for him, and he began to wonder if she had returned to Sunshine City safely, and the sorry Sonny.....

"It looks like you're fully recovered. ”

When my father's tall body came into view, the glass was just on his lips. "Father..... Father, it's so late, and you haven't rested?" he licked the wine stains from the corner of his mouth, pretending not to be surprised.

"Hmm. The father answered, went to the oak chair by the window, sat down, and looked up at him, "Anything else?"

Horn paused, then lifted the wine glass in his hand. Father nodded. "There's a little bit left, but only a little. Horn said with a smile.