Tyrant, calm down

Chapter 62
The drama of love and hatred between the military doctor and the prince came to an end.

Shen Jingshu and Murong Li returned to the previous situation where nothing disturbed each other, as if nothing had happened.

It's just that he was open and composed between the two, but the way the light cavalry looked at them could never return to the past.

Whether the two appear alone or together, you can always see the intriguing meaning in the eyes of the light cavalry.

No matter what happened yesterday, whether Shen Jingshu was Murong Li's face before this.

Under such circumstances, they could walk out of Murong Li's tent intact, which is enough to prove that the relationship between the two is not simply a relationship between a prince and a military doctor.

Even if the two of them have nothing to do now, something will definitely happen in the near future...

The matter of suppressing the bandits was completely over, but Murong Li was in no hurry to leave for Beijing.

That night in the sneak attack on Weiwu Village, the gloomy leader had already ordered people to set up traps around the village, and many light cavalry were injured.

He ordered the team to rest on the spot, and asked Shen Jingshu to treat the wounded soldiers first, and then set out on the road after their injuries were almost healed.

Lying in the tent of a group of wounded soldiers, Shen Jingshu was already sweating when she finished applying the medicine. She straightened up and wiped the sweat from her forehead, thinking that being a military doctor is not ordinary.

If she really followed Murong Li to the front line, bandaging and changing the dressings for so many wounded patients every day, she would definitely be exhausted.

Fortunately, she and Murong Li have reached an agreement so that they don't have to do such thankless jobs in the future.

After instructing a group of rough men who smelled of sweat to heal their injuries carefully, she left the tent and found a high place with wind to enjoy the cool air, and washed her lungs that were about to become internally injured by the stench.

There was no one around, so she couldn't help but took out the dagger that Zhao Cheng gave her and looked it over carefully.

It can easily cut off human bones, what material is this dagger made of?

Cutting bones is so powerful, what about cutting other things?

After thinking about it, she got up and tried it with the tree trunk behind her.

With a wave of her hand, a gap immediately appeared in the trunk, as soft as a blade cutting through tofu.

Startled, she turned around and looked for stones on the ground.

After finally finding a larger piece that seemed to be not bad in hardness, I held it in my hand and weighed it, and the dagger went down like that.

chap!
Shen Jingshu was horrified.

Could it be that the dagger in her hand was forged by Erlang Shen's trident? How can she catch everything like cutting tofu?

Not reconciled, she ran back to the camp and asked the light cavalry for a big knife.

Unexpectedly, the big knife was no problem, and the dagger was easily chopped into two pieces.

She stared at the dagger for a long time but couldn't calm down the shock in her heart, wondering if she was considered a magic weapon now?Could she also be a hero who roams the rivers and lakes and fights for justice?

She was in a daze when Murong Li opened the tent and walked in.

Glancing at the two blades lying on the ground, and then at the dagger held in her hand, her eyes darkened.

"Where did you get that dagger?"

She woke up suddenly, subconsciously put the dagger back into the scabbard and put it in her bosom, staring at Murong Li defensively.

"It doesn't matter where my dagger came from, it's all mine now, don't even think about my dagger!"

Seeing her anti-thief look, Murong Li felt like swallowing ten thousand flies.

"You think this king is someone who can snatch other people's daggers?" His tone was a bit cold no matter how it sounded.

Shen Jingshu thought about it, yes, he is His Highness Prince Gong galloping on the battlefield, the emperor does not know how many rare treasures have been rewarded to him, and he has never seen any treasures, so he would not care about her broken dagger.

(End of this chapter)