Big Moon Ballad

793 The Way Forward
Lou Xiaolou woke up again and found herself on the bed in a warm room.

The man lying on the bed frowned, bowed his body and wanted to get up, but the next moment he felt a sharp pain in his back, and he groaned and lay back on the bed again.

"You won't be able to move for three days."

At this time, a woman's voice came from beside him, "I have to sew up the wound again. Please don't move."

Lou Xiaolou was startled when he heard the words, and turned his head to look at the girl who was sitting quietly by the bed, his eyes widened in shock and almost rolled over again.

"Your Highness, Your Highness..."

"Well," Ying Baoyue, who was sitting beside his bed, turned around and picked up a glass of water from the tray beside him, and brought it to his lips, "Drink, your throat is almost smoking."

"I... my servant..."

Lou Xiaolou was lying on the bed at a loss, he didn't dare to move after hearing what she said just now, so he could only use his eyes to search the room.

Then he was horrified to find that there was no one else except Ying Baoyue, and naturally there was no servant who was suitable to take care of someone like him.

"Don't look for it," Ying Baoyue didn't move his hands, looking at him leisurely, "There is no one else in this room."

"But..." Lou Xiaolou looked at the glass of water handed to his mouth with a stiff expression, "I don't deserve it..."

"My seams are all stitched, what's wrong with you drinking my glass of water?" Ying Baoyue looked at the man lying on the bed, and urged him to drink up the water in the glass, "If you feel uncomfortable, treat it as if you were on the battlefield. "

It is not uncommon for the marshal to feed the guards around him with water and medicine, but it is generally suitable for occasions to buy people's hearts.

"You don't have to worry, it's not that I've been by your side all the time," Ying Baoyue turned to look outside the door, "We have a shift change, it's just that it's my turn at this time."

"Change...change shift..." Lou Xiaolou barely understood Ying Baoyue's meaning.But if he remembered correctly that there were no servants in the entire Qing'an Courtyard, wouldn't he be taken care of by those young masters and ladies in turn?

Even for Gui Chen and Gui Li, he never forgot that they were originally the son and eldest daughter of the former Qin Da Sima.

"I really don't deserve to be treated like this," Lou Xiaolou said in a low voice, "Your Highness really offended me."

"Your words are unreasonable," Ying Baoyue said, "You were injured because of me. Others are worried that you will take the initiative to take care of you. This is a favor I owe them and has nothing to do with you."

"It stands to reason that I should stay by your side all the time," Ying Baoyue smiled wryly, "It's my fault."

It's not that she's bad.

If she is really like this, the son of Nanchu Guoshi and the young people around her will probably want to assassinate him...

Lou Xiaolou thought half-jokingly.I don't know why he could predict what happened. She probably wanted to keep guarding him, but was dragged back by others.

He raised his head with difficulty and looked at the pale face of the young girl sitting by his bed. Her physical condition was not optimistic, but she still consumed so much energy for him.

"Your Highness, I will never forget the grace of saving my life." He said sincerely.

However, the girl sitting by his bed still shook her head when she heard the words, "I didn't save your life, but I almost killed you. You should hate me, not thank me."

Lou Xiaolou was stunned when he heard the words, not knowing what to say.

It was really the first time he saw someone who made others hate her.

How could there be such a person in this world.

"I shouldn't have let you walk such a dangerous road alone," Ying Baoyue looked at the person on the bed and said softly, "I'm sorry."

"No...it was me...it was my servant who was not careful..." Lou Xiaolou's pupils shrank, he clenched his fists and said, "Your Highness, the route you gave is very safe, yes... yes..."

"Not from the former Qin Dynasty, right?" Ying Baoyue looked at the knife edge on his back and said softly.

Lou Xiaolou was shocked, then nodded.

The task Ying Baoyue entrusted to him was to block the intelligence line from Nanchu to Qianqin, and explore the route from Nanchu to Soochow after the preliminary ceremony.

Although it is to explore the road, but the exploration is some official roads and some small roads known to the mountain people.

Nothing should have happened.But he didn't expect that after he inadvertently exposed his former Qin accent when asking the mountain people for directions, he was suddenly attacked by a group of men in black and "former Qin officers and soldiers" just as he was about to leave.

On the way to Southern Chu, he was hunted down by men in black, so he raised his vigilance and avoided the men in black, but he did not expect to be injured by a group of "former Qin officers and soldiers" in the end.

The number of the former Qin army was impressively written on the banners carried by this group of people. He wanted to get closer to find out, but he was besieged.

Because he was worried that he would not be able to return to the National Teacher's Mansion alive, Lou Xiaolou told Guichen about this on the way here.He knew that Ying Baoyue should have asked Guichen to understand during his coma.

But he didn't expect the girl to say that those people were not from the former Qin Dynasty.

Thinking of the familiar yet unfamiliar group of people he met, Lou Xiaolou gritted his teeth and looked at Ying Baoyue, "Your Highness, how do you know..."

"Look at the cut on your back." Ying Baoyue looked at his back, "Southerners use swords, while northerners use knives."

Although the former Qin Dynasty was in a position neither south nor north, but because it was close to Southern Chu, most of its living habits were close to southerners, and the local army was accustomed to using heavy swords.

But the cut on Lou Xiaolou's back was obviously injured by a machete.

Not even a machete in general.

"The blade on your back is three feet long and four inches wide," Ying Baoyue looked at Lou Xiaolou and said quietly, "If I remember correctly, this is a saber called a cliff knife."

Not only is it a saber, but it is also a heavy saber, weighing more than thirty catties, which a soldier of average stature cannot lift.

"People who can use this kind of knife are usually tall generals in the Northern Wei Dynasty, or..."

Ying Baoyue looked through the paper window to the far north. In the twilight, her eyes dimmed, and she said softly, "Or, people from outside the city."

Hearing these three words, Lou Xiaolou's pupils shrank.

People outside the city are on the mountain and sea continent, which represents an unusual meaning.

"sorry."

He was about to speak, but only heard the girl in front of him solemnly bow her head to apologize to him again.

"I underestimated the danger of this mission and caused you to be seriously injured." Ying Baoyue looked at the knife wound on his back, "This wound on your back will leave a scar."

Lou Xiaolou was startled when he heard the words, the next moment he looked into the eyes of the girl in front of him, he suddenly spoke quietly.

"Your Highness, I once had an elder brother."

Ying Baoyue's eyes lighted up when he heard this.

"He also has a scar on his back, from a fatal wound he suffered on the battlefield." Lou Xiaolou looked into the eyes of the girl in front of him.

"But the minister's elder brother is not as lucky as the minister. His scar is even more ferocious. It was branded on with a branding iron."

Ying Baoyue quietly looked into the eyes of the man on the bed.

"I said before that when there are only a few of us, you don't need to call yourself a subject."

"Okay," Lou Xiaolou nodded, "I just want to tell Your Highness that I am much luckier than my elder brother."

He was luckier than most soldiers on the battlefield.

Because he met her.

Lou Xiaolou turned his head to look at the neat incision on his back, and the scar on his elder brother's back appeared in front of his eyes.

The man's eyes were a little hesitant and complicated.

The skin and flesh scorched by the branding iron look very tragic after many years, but he will never forget the look on his brother's face when he showed the scar to him.

"Fifteen years ago, the military could only use a branding iron to treat traumatic bleeding," Lou Xiaolou said quietly. "I don't know how many people died of pain, and how many people died of high fever afterwards."

He was also taken aback when he saw the scar, and hurriedly asked his elder brother what happened at that time, but was surprised to find that there was a quiet smile on the corner of his elder brother's mouth.

"My elder brother said that when he was scorched with a branding iron, he was seen by a girl." Lou Xiaolou said softly, "Later that girl went to learn how to sew wounds. Use it until your fingers are worn out, and finally learn to sew wounds."

Lou Xiaolou stared into the eyes of the girl sitting beside his bed with an extremely complicated expression.

In this world, no one is born capable of everything.

"Really?" Ying Baoyue said softly, "So your brother told you about such a thing."

"That's right," Lou Xiaolou raised his head, stretched out a hand and groped on his back shoulder, "I remember that my elder brother's scar was..."

At this moment, the girl in front of him leaned over, reached out to touch a spot on the outside of his shoulder blade, and said softly, "Here."

Lou Xiaolou froze, staring blankly at the girl in front of him.

"I remember." Ying Baoyue looked into his eyes.

"Because I branded it."

(End of this chapter)