Ma'am help, the general is in trouble again

Chapter 210 Ignorant Like
But now that we have reached this point, we are only a little short of killing Yu Wensheng——

Kill this patron saint of the Ye Kingdom, kill this biggest "blocker" and "stumbling block" that prevents their Nanchen cavalry from setting foot on the Ye Kingdom's land...

After all the hard work and hard work, the opportunity was rare, and they were very unwilling to let go of such a great opportunity.

"Bring the arrow!"

A general who was good at shooting received a short bow and shouted, "Come closer and protect me!" Then he opened his bow and aimed at Yu Wensheng's position.

His idea was to get rid of Yu Wensheng, the great enemy of the Southern Chen Kingdom, even at the cost of sacrificing some people.

The most fragile parts of the human body include the head, heart, throat, spleen and kidneys... It is true that he cannot be like a person who shoots an arrow in the dark and shatters the skull and forehead bones with one blow, but he does not believe that other parts are at such a close distance. He can't shoot himself.

When General Nan Chen narrowed one eye and confidently pointed the arrow at Yu Wensheng, he suddenly caught his eye.

He was obviously so weak and stubborn with a smile before, but now his eyes were terrifying, like a poisonous snake, staring at the living thing in front of him, which made people shudder.

His legs had been beaten with blood by Mu Daye, and his trousers and clothes were soaked with blood. He lowered his body leisurely, stretched out his left hand, and saw the slender white fingers gently pulling the extremely hard iron shackles. After being broken, he slowly straightened up again and met his gaze again.

During this period, the wind in the canyon faintly drained from between his eyebrows, and the messy hair that was flying was covered again. Under the shadow, the corners of his lips that were redder than blood were raised like tears, and his pupils were like black holes. , without any sense of light, like a dark thing, dead and gloomy.

Terror spread silently to the surroundings, and a stream of blood suddenly rushed to the top of his head. The general's head started to buzz, his legs were shaking so much, and he could no longer hold on to his hands.

"He, he is just pretending, he is going to go on a killing spree, quickly, run quickly..."

The general dropped his bow and arrow, turned his head, and ran away as if he was frightened.

"Hahahahaha..."

Yu Wensheng shrugged his shoulders and laughed uncontrollably. The wind blew his half-dried blood clothes and fluttered, and his aura was like a majestic torrent, extremely depressing and powerful, and revealed a... A chill that tears at the soul.

Originally, these people were starting to get scared, but now they were startled by the general's shrill cry. They were immediately frightened, one person fled, and the ambition of a thousand people suddenly disappeared.

The name "Living Yama" is not only popular in the Ye Kingdom, but also in the other seven countries, his image as the god of death is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

None of them wanted to die here, especially if they were cut in half by "Living Yama", so they all abandoned their armor and followed their soldiers, and fled madly.

Looking at Nan Chenjun who was running away in panic, Yu Wensheng turned his head to one side and looked at their backs with an incomprehensible look.

And just when these Nanchen troops were "deceived", "intimidated", "killed the leader" and "fake the tiger's power" by Yu Wensheng and Zheng Quchi teamed up to disperse, Zheng Quchi eagerly emerged from behind the cover. stood up.

The four Xuanjia troops behind her also raised their heads. They looked at the chaotic Nanchen Army below with bewildered expressions. There were obviously so many of them, but because they had no backbone and no one to command them, they became Headless flies.

"Husband, madam, we succeeded!" they shouted excitedly.

"I never dreamed that with just a few of us, we could defeat thousands of Nanchen troops..."

"Yes, this battle can be recorded as the most legendary battle in the rest of my life."

Zheng Quchi didn't respond to them. She just stared at Yu Wensheng below, without blinking.

Yu Wensheng felt a certain passionate and focused gaze, and his unpredictable eyes could easily switch between those of Wen Chun harmless.

He held his broken arm and raised his head to look at the woman standing against the backlight. His complexion was pale at this time and he was bathed in blood. He showed a sickly smile as pure as a small white flower in her direction: "Thank you, Madam, for saving me." As a husband.”

He raised his head, and his perfect mandible and long neck formed a graceful line. His thin and slender body looked like a fairy dying in the wind, which was both tragic and regretful, like a beautiful and heartbreaking picture.

Although such a battle-scarred beauty did not confuse Zheng Quchi's eyes, it aroused her compassionate heart.

They were not close, and if his voice was not louder, it would not reach her ears at all, but she could probably understand what he was saying by looking at the shape of his mouth.

Seeing that he was in such a miserable state, Zheng Quchi thanked himself, and immediately felt mixed feelings.

She couldn't help but start to reflect on the decisions she had made before. Did she have to let him suffer this?Is there no other way?
Was she too cruel, too cold, too cruel to him?

Runtu and the others got up from the ground and finally saw the person appearing at a high place. They felt that what was happening in front of them was simply unbelievable.

...the crucial arrow that broke the deadlock and allowed them to escape, the domineering shot that protected the general and threatened life and death, were they really all done by the general's wife?

Isn't she a craftsman?How come he can even do the work on the battlefield with ease and his skills are astonishing to everyone?
Although they thought this matter was too shocking, seeing the Qiuci crossbow that she still hadn't put down in her hand, even if it was impossible, it was the only accurate answer after ruling out other impossibilities.

Zheng Quchi ordered someone to drive the car and rush down.

She handed the Qiuci Crossbow to Xuan Jiajun, and then rushed to Yu Wensheng's side. As expected, he saw a nervous look of worry, guilt and eagerness on her face, and he was finally satisfied in his heart.

As she approached, he gently pushed forward and fell softly against her. He knew that she was different from other women in that she had enough strength to support him.

Sure enough, although Zheng Quchi's technique was unfamiliar, he held him firmly and let him lean on himself, without falling to the ground.

"Yu Wensheng, Yu Wensheng, what's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

Zheng Quchi shouted twice, but when he saw no response, he simply bent down and picked him up without resorting to help, and walked quickly to the carriage.

Runtu and the others were nearby, and they didn't care about being surprised when they saw this, and hurriedly followed suit.

At this moment, Zheng Quchi had no intention of paying attention to their expressions, otherwise he would have found that the expressions on each of them were so indescribable and speechless.

They were the closest just now, and originally wanted to rush up to express concern for the general's injury, but the general's faint eyes made them stand there in confusion, without knowing why.

Although the face of the general at that time had lost all color and was pale and cold, the blood splattered made him completely evil and fierce, making them terrified...

But all this, until the madam appeared...he changed.

He suddenly became kind and weak, as if he was the most miserable and pitiable person in the world...

Zheng Quchi quickly carried the person back to the carriage, and then directed Xuan Jiajun to pull out the seat of the Panlong carriage and use it as a lying board. As long as some soft cushions were placed on it, it would be as comfortable as a small bed for sleeping.

Zheng Quchi didn't know medical skills, so he asked them who could see the injury, and Runtu volunteered to check.

"How is his injury?" Zheng Quchi asked with his eyes wide open.After Runtu briefly checked the general's wound, he hesitated and said: "...it's okay."

Zheng Quchi couldn't believe it: "What do you mean it's okay? How is this possible? He lost so much blood."

He has become a blood-stained person, how could he say the word "fine" lightly?
"It's just..." didn't hurt.

Runtu had just checked under the general's clothes and found that he was wearing a piece of soft armor underneath. Therefore, if a sharp weapon is sharp or blunt, its power will be greatly reduced. There is no wound that can cause the general to bleed so much blood...

Therefore, according to his guess, the blood on his body was most likely caused by someone else splashing on him, causing this tragic injury.

But before he could tell the general's wife, he saw the general open his "weak" eyes, glance at him meaningfully, and then close them again.

This process lasted for a very short time, and the general's wife was completely focused on the general's injury, so she did not notice it.

Runtu, who was warned: "..." The truth just fell into the sand. He couldn't go against the general's wishes, but he felt that he couldn't tell him if he was asked to lie to the general's wife.

So he simply blurred some of the facts, but told the truth: "The general's right hand is most seriously injured right now. The dressing needs to be applied as soon as possible, otherwise it will cause difficulty in the sensitivity of his right hand in the future."

As for the injuries on his legs, the injuries on his body looked quite serious, but in fact they were all skin injuries. Considering the general's physique, he only needed to apply medicine and rest.

Zheng Quchi looked at his injured hand and frowned: "Then can you heal it?"

"I only have some medicine around me, and I can only do some simple treatments. I'm sorry, madam." Runtu replied apologetically.

"It's as simple as it is simple. You give him the medicine first, and I'll go find a strong piece of wood outside to fix his broken hand first, so as not to cause more injuries." Zheng Quchi said, seizing the time.

"Okay, my subordinate will do it immediately."

After this incident, Runtu not only treated the general's wife differently, but simply obeyed her orders. In addition to the general, the general's wife would also become his loyal person from now on.

Soon, Runtu cleaned Yu Wensheng's wound, applied gold sore medicine, bandaged it, and changed him into a new set of clean clothes.

When Zheng Quchi came back, what he saw was a weak man with Liu Fufeng, a man who was worried about both sides and suffering from all kinds of diseases... His face was as pale as paper, his eyes were weakly closed, and he was extremely weak.

"Madam, the general's wounds have been taken care of for now, and I'll leave the rest to you."

Runtu resigned with the others and left the carriage to them.

Zheng Quchi looked at Yu Wensheng, who was wearing white clothes, a white face, and white lips. He was now as pale as a ghost. She whispered guiltily: "I told you to believe me, but you really believe it, and you risk your life to create opportunities for me..." "

Before, she mouthed and said silently: "Trust me."

She thought that if he was so powerful, he must be able to understand. Sure enough, he understood, but he also paid a heavy price for it.

"You said you believed me, so I believed it... Madame, are you doing well for your husband?" Yu Wencheng suddenly opened his eyes.

There is a big difference between him with his eyes open and his eyes closed.

With his eyes closed, he showed his temperament with an evil face of Shuimu Qinghua. Once he opened his eyes, even if he deliberately restrained his aura, his innately powerful aura still made people uneasy.

"you're awake?"

Zheng Quchi was startled at first, and the instinctive alertness he had just aroused was immediately thrown away when he saw him frowning, breathing in, and thin beads of sweat oozing out from his forehead.

She knew the wound must be painful.

But there was no way she could give him pain relief, so she took out the freshly wet handkerchief and slowly wiped away the blood and sweat on his face.

When his face was white and flawless, she saw the pair of gorgeous "Phoenix Tears", and she found a red gauze scarf from his pile of bloody clothes and tied it to his eyes.

She knew that he cared about this very much, and he always carried a mask on him, or else he would use this kind of gauze to cover himself.

Thinking of his previous question, she replied: "Very good... You did a good job."

She gently held up the back of his head with one hand, brought his face close to her, and then tied the red gauze scarf with a knot in the back for him.

Yu Wensheng's face was almost buried in Zheng Quchi's chest, and his breath was filled with her breath and taste. Such an intimate and warm contact made his whole body freeze suddenly, and even his breathing stopped suddenly at that moment.

After tying it up, Zheng Quchi gently placed his head back. Seeing that he was still staring at him eagerly, he added: "Anyway... thank you for your hard work."

He followed her eyes, trying to find the emotion inside and the emotion he longed for, and asked her uncertainly: "Are you feeling sorry for me?"

He seemed to have asked about this before, but at that time Zheng Quchi avoided talking and changed the topic.

But now, she folded the red wet handkerchief, put it aside, and said in a low voice: "I'm not that cruel. You've been hurt like this, and I'm still indifferent."

Yu Wensheng continued to ask: "How distressed are you? Do you feel more distressed than the last time I was injured?"

"Why are you comparing these?" Zheng Quchi smiled bitterly.

Yu Wensheng lowered his eyes: "I heard the Master say something before, thousands of stones of grain are accumulated grain by grain, and thousands of feet of cloth are woven from root to root. I want to sow seeds in your heart. I only hope to grow thousands of acres of fertile land. I want to plant seeds in your mind. Zhongweibu, I just hope you can be honest and trustworthy, and no longer regard me as a savage beast. I care about these things because I care."

He always restrained and restrained in front of her. He didn't mean to do so, but couldn't help it. He bound his hands and feet, willing not to resist, but he didn't ask for anything in return.

Rather than saying that he is asking for something in return, it is better to say that he will get what he wants even if he uses all his means and agencies.

Hearing these words, Zheng Quchi's heart suddenly stirred up waves. She pursed her lips and asked him in a hoarse voice: "Why...do you care so much about my opinion? Do you...do you like me?"

As soon as she asked the last sentence, she regretted it. She felt that she was impulsive and that she must have lost her mind. How could she ask him like this...

"Like?" Yu Wensheng was stunned for a moment, and then he understood the meaning a little, and asked: "What is like? Do you like me?"

There was obviously nothing in his eyes, like a deep well with no light to shine through.

"..." Fuck.

Sure enough, you are being sentimental!
(End of this chapter)