The little petite bag of the fourth master of Qingchuan

Chapter 398 Little General

All eyes fell on the ground.

The girl on the ground had long hair loose, covering her face indiscriminately.

She had a wound on her throat, obviously injured by the claws of wild animals, and she didn't know if it was because the temperature of the snow field was too low, but the wound was not bleeding much at this time.

The boy rolled over from the horse, walked up to San GeGe, grabbed her hair and made her sit up.

San Gege barely opened his eyes and looked at him.

"Little General!"

Fearing that the young master might be in the wrong, Tara took a step forward, trying to stand in front of the young man, but the young man raised his hand unhappily, stopping him.

He stared at Sange: "Who are you?"

The boy's eyes fell on San GeGe.

Sangege is dressed in a local girl's costume.

The clothes are not very gorgeous, and she looks like a girl who has lost her way by ordinary people.

Sangege's hair was so painful that he shook his head vigorously, but he couldn't break free from the boy's palm.

She stared at the boy in front of her with fear and anger: "Let me go!"

But she just made a mouth shape and made no sound.

In the narration, a guard frowned, came over and whispered to the boy, "Little General, the wound is on the throat."

The young man narrowed his eyes, moved his fingers up San Gege's cheeks, brushed away the hair on her face, glanced at the collar of San Gege's slightly opened collar due to the struggle, and then slightly looked away .

Seeing the burly lieutenant next to him staring at San Gege intently, the boy let go of his hand, smiled at the lieutenant and said, "Did you like it?"

The lieutenant quickly bowed his head.

The young man smiled slightly: "I reward you."

The deputy general was overjoyed, and immediately said: "Xie, General! Thank you, General!"

Although Sangege couldn't quite hear what they said, but from the young man's actions and tone, he could still judge the meaning of their communication.

Huge fear ran up her back like a poisonous snake. Seeing the boy turned to leave, San Gege jumped up in horror, and grabbed the corner of the boy's clothes with his hand.

She couldn't make a sound from her throat—when she made a sound, there was a sharp pain, and the smell of blood slid down her throat.

"Ah, ah!"

San Gege could only express such anger.

The boy stopped and turned to look at her, as if looking at a small problem.

He squinted his eyes playfully, and said lightly, "What? You want to follow me?"

Sangege reached out and touched the wound on her throat—how she wished she could speak at this moment, and tell them that she was the beloved daughter of the Great General of the Qing Dynasty!
The boy watched her move.

The blood from Sangege's throat wound flowed down again.

The young man tilted his head slightly, with a bit of reluctance and arrogance on his face: "It's okay."

He stopped looking at San Gege, shook off her hand, and ordered to the surrounding subordinates: "Give her some medicine and take it back."

……

Sangege couldn't remember how she was put on the horse's back, but this time the treatment was obviously much better - she was no longer dragged behind the horse's tail, and even had a robe to keep out the cold.

I didn't know which direction to go, and I didn't know how long I walked, until the end of the groggy, a pair of gentle and rough hands took her.

It was a girl who was about the same age as San Gege—a round face with pity and sympathy in her eyes.

This kind of gentle expression is more useful to San Gege than medicine at the moment.

Listening to the conversations of the people around, Sangege probably knew that the girl was called Amu, and she was the maid who was ordered by the little general to take care of her injuries.

The little general is that boy, and the others are subordinates who follow the young master.

Although the identity of the young man has not yet been clarified, Sangege has already roughly determined that these people have something to do with Tseng Wang Alabutan.

It's still a very close relationship, and it should also be a kind of clan.

……

Amu has great strength. Every time she changes Sangege's medicine, she can easily hold the medicine bowl with one hand and help her up with the other without the help of others.

Hold it steady.

Sangege's eyes fell on the bowl in Amu's hand—the ointment in the bowl was made from some kind of herbal medicine. It looked black and blue, and it was extremely disgusting.

But the smell is very fragrant, a bit like the smell of a kind of sachet that Er Niang likes to make.

Thinking of Er Niang, San Gege couldn't help but shed tears again—E Niang, Ama, younger brother...

They must be insane by now, right?

Especially Er Niang, I'm afraid the tears are about to run dry.

How regretful she is... If there was no naughty scene on New Year's Eve, even...

If you want to make such a fuss directly, even if you have a few more guards around to protect you.

San Gege was thinking, and tears flowed more and more violently.

Seeing her crying sadly, Amu put down the pill in his hand, carefully picked up the handkerchief next to him, and gently wiped it for her.

"Amu, let me go..."

San Gege couldn't help but begged this kind little maid with tears in her eyes, but her voice still couldn't make any sound.

Some slaves here even thought she was dumb.

It took three days to be taken care of by Amu to recuperate like this—just when San GeGe thought everything was going badly.

Worse to come.

That night, several women walked in directly, untied the rope from San GeGe's hands, and then carried her out like a sack.

The flames were blazing outside—this was a camp, and it looked quite large, with cavalry constantly patrolling back and forth.

Sangege became more certain of his judgment on the identity of the boy.

After entering the tent, the women loosened their hands and threw Gege on the carpet.

There are music drums all around.

San Gege was caught off guard, and was thrown into a dizzy state. She finally struggled to get up, her long hair had fallen down, covering her eyes.

The furnishings in the tent were much more gorgeous than the place where she was convalescing her wounds, and the lights were much brighter, to the point where the irritating people could barely open their eyes.

San Gege raised his painful wrist, barely brushing away the long hair that covered his eyes, only to see a few girls dressed as dancers in front of him surrounding the young man behind the case, vying for favor.

There are also women who occasionally glance at her curiously.

Probably in the eyes of these women, the unkempt Sangege is even worse than them.

San Gege supported the carpet with her palms, trying to get up reluctantly, but her body was too weak—she tried several times, but all failed, and she swayed for the last time, and she sat back on the ground again.

This action was really funny, which made several dancers bow their heads and laugh.

The boy stopped the wine bowl in his hand, looked at her playfully, then suddenly got up and walked over slowly.

He stretched out his finger, grasped the collar of Sangege, slipped it slightly, and suddenly pulled it hard.

San Gege sobbed desperately.

(End of this chapter)