Xiao Chong: The Abandoned Concubine Shocks the World

Chapter 37
He Zhenghan glanced at her, seeing that she didn't seem to understand, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Tomorrow someone will send you to Liangzhou City, which is more suitable for you to recuperate."

Yao Tong was anxious, "What about you?"

She was frightened. He Zhenghan patted her on the back soothingly, "This time it was my negligence. I didn't expect the Sun family to be so bold. I have already had someone reprimand the Sun family and ground Sun Qionghua. Liangzhou Although the city is not as prosperous as Daming Mansion, you are safer there."

This was the first time that the two talked directly about her being kidnapped face to face. Yao Tong stood up straight, "How is my maid, Xiaoxi?"

"died."

He Zhenghan saw that her eye circles were red all of a sudden, and exerted all his strength to prevent her from breaking free, "I have ordered her to be buried richly, and her family will be rewarded heavily."

"How did she die?"

There was a red mark on the back of her hand, and she couldn't break away from his big iron-like palm, her eyes were filled with tears, and the black eyes seemed more and more deep, and she looked straight at him.

It's just a servant girl who died for her master's loyalty, and it was enough to get a decent burial and protect her family.But under her eyes, He Zhenghan suddenly felt a little guilty, "She escaped from the place of detention, and was discovered by the Sun family at the gate of the city."

Big drops of tears fell down, that silly girl, why didn't she hide in other places, why did she go back to Daming Mansion, it was for her, to find someone to save her.

"Those who attacked her were all beaten to death." These things were insignificant to him, but she cried so sadly, He Zhenghan wiped her tears with his fingertips, Wen Sheng said something more .

"They were just ordered by others. What about the culprit? Don't they have to kill people to pay for their lives?"

As soon as the words came out, the expression on He Zhenghan's face let her know that she was thinking too much. It was a joke to ask the daughter of the concubine's natal family to pay for her life for the sake of a maid.

She covered her eyes with a handkerchief, and Sun Qionghua owed her life to Sun Qionghua.

"I was confused."

She wiped away her tears, her eyes were a little red, "It's just that I'm afraid. I'm afraid that in case, I won't be so lucky every time. I can escape from a remote nunnery and meet a kind-hearted man in the wilderness." If the caravan of yours can meet Mr. Xie Jiu in the huge city of Bianzhou, they can travel hundreds of miles and return to the Lord's side safely."

"Let me follow you, I'm really afraid. The next accident, what I will see is a cold corpse"

His lips became hot, and he pressed a finger on his lips, "Don't say such unlucky things. Since you don't want to leave, you can stay here first. It's just that you are tired in the army. If you can't take it anymore, I will send you to a cold room." State City."

"You agreed." Shuangtong smiled, and Yao Tong hugged his waist, "You promise, you must not go back on your word."

It was early summer, and under a thin layer of clothes, the touch and temperature of the body could be clearly felt.

"Hey, I still have military affairs to deal with, so you rest in the tent."

He Zhenghan pushed her away, took a deep breath quietly, and strode out of the tent. When the wind blew, the heat disappeared a bit, and he hurried towards the lake.

When the personal guard gave him a change of clothes, he couldn't help muttering, didn't the son just take a bath?Why wash again?Could it be that the prince loves Jie more?

It seems that it's not enough for me to take a bath once a day, I have to take a bath twice, if the son of the world thinks he is sloppy and doesn't allow himself to take care of him, it will be bad.

He Zhenghan is the commander in chief. Although the big battle is over, there are still sporadic enemy troops. More importantly, they have captured Liangzhou City. Both the Beidi feudal town and the Liang Dynasty royal family are watching.Although Jizhou had a strong army and horses before, he acted in a low-key manner. Now that he has won the city in one battle, his ambitions are clear, and some people can't sleep.

Tactical results have been achieved, and he is extremely busy convening counselors and ministers to discuss the overall layout.

Yao Tong stayed alone in the tent for two days, all the blisters on his legs burst, and the rest were waiting to heal.Two days was enough for her to plan something.

"Ma'am, you mean to come to the old man's place to help, have you told Shizi about this?"

In the military doctor's camp, Shi Renting looked at the woman in front of him. She wore simple clothes, her black hair was braided into two braids and hung behind her, she didn't wear a hairpin, and she was wearing thick-soled cloth shoes with skirts that almost reached the uppers.This is a dress that can work neatly. If she is full of jewels and emerald hair, and her long skirt flutters, the old Chinese doctor will not talk nonsense with her and send her away directly.

"The son is busy with affairs." She had clear eyes, "The soldiers are fighting with their lives for the safety of their homes. How can I stay in the tent and watch for nothing?"

Shi Renting stroked his beard and let out a laugh, the old man could see that she really wanted to help, not pretending or having ulterior motives, "It's good if Ma'am has a heart, may I ask Ma'am if she understands medicine?"

Yao Tong shook his head.

"But this old man is full of wounded patients, Madam doesn't know medicine, so it might be inconvenient."

Yao Tong pursed his lips and smiled, "There was a doctor who practiced medicine all his life, and he engraved his thoughts on his lifelong practice on the tombstone—sometimes, to heal; often, to help; always, to comfort."

Shi Renting's expression turned serious.

"I don't know medicine, but I have been sick and injured, and I understand patients. During an injury, physical pain and discomfort often affect the mind, boredom, anger, and even depression. The pain is sometimes worse than the physical injury. More. Patients always have to suffer from both physical and mental injuries. I can't help with physical injuries, but I should be able to help relieve the pain in my heart."

"Sometimes, to heal; often, to help; always, to comfort. People who can realize this sentence are people with great wisdom. This old man has been practicing medicine for decades. If you think about it carefully, it really is the truth. Ah." Shi Renting sighed, no matter how good his medical skills are, he is a human being after all, not a god who can live and die.

"I don't know what Madam can do to deal with the pain in my heart?"

"Everyone has people they care about, parents, wives and children, brothers, friends, especially when they are injured or sick, they miss their loved ones even more." The woman in plain clothes said with a clear voice, "I think about the injury The soldiers wrote letters home, writing down their concerns on paper one by one, and sending them to the people they care about. What does the old man think?"

The gray-haired old man looked at her for a moment, then nodded approvingly, "Madam is kind."

Old Mr. Shi Renting was very thoughtful, thinking that Mrs. Yao's identity was different, so he set up tables and chairs, pens, ink, paper and inkstones in his tent where he practiced medicine, and asked Yao Tong to sit here.

"The tent over there is full of wounded soldiers, and the smell of blood is too strong. When I saw it suddenly, I'm afraid Madam won't be able to bear it."

Yao Tong smiled and nodded, she understood Mr. Shi's concerns.

"The old man went to the doctor first."

Time passed quickly, after lunch, Yao Tong cut out a few pages, and saw someone poking his head outside the tent, she walked over, and saw a young man with a broken arm standing there.

"Madame."

Yao Tong saw that he was stuttering in embarrassment, with a childish expression on his face, and seeing that he was still young, he slowed down his voice and asked, "Why don't you come in?"

"Doctor Shi said Ma'am. If you can help us write a letter, I'm here. I didn't dare to lift the curtain."

The kid was honest, Yao Tong let him in, and seeing that he was nervous, he slowly asked some questions such as how old he is, the people there, how is his family, etc., to ease his tension.

As soon as the mood eased, the conversation box opened.

"I'm fine here. The food in the army is good. You can eat two steamed buns for a meal. If you eat fat meat every three days, you don't have to worry about it. How is your family? Are Dad's legs better? Mom is getting old." , when you do needlework at night, don’t be reluctant to light the lamp. I have a military salary of one tael of silver per month. The wheat at home is growing well. There has been a few thick snowfalls this winter, and I should be able to harvest a few buckets of wheat. It’s almost time to harvest the wheat, I can’t help my parents harvest the wheat this year, my father will have to work harder.”

Finally finished speaking, the 16-year-old farm boy named Tiesuo smiled embarrassedly, "I haven't studied, so I'm just talking nonsense."

Yao Tong blew on the ink that was still wet. Fortunately, the foundation was still there, and it was very easy to write with the brush, "That's what you want. Your parents can rest assured after reading it. I'll read it to you, listen and see." Is there anything that needs to be added?"

After listening to it again, he really wrote down all his words, Tie Suoxi's eyes and eyebrows were all wrinkled together, and he kept on being silly.

"Okay, this is sealed. After a few days, when the army delivers letters, they will be delivered to your homes one by one."

"Thank you ma'am"

With the first, there is the second. The third.
Yao Tong quickly got busy, came up together in the morning, rushed over after breakfast, and didn't go back until it was dark, leaving early and returning late every day, busy.

On this day, He Zhenghan took a leisurely break, went into the tent and took a look, it was empty inside.

"Go back to my son, my wife is at the military medical account. In the past few days, my wife has been writing home letters to the wounded soldiers." The guard couldn't help being envious. He also wanted to send a letter to his family and I don't know if my wife was born a boy or a girl.

"write a letter?"

With a stride of his long legs, He Zhenghan walked towards the military doctor's tent.

"My lord, why are you standing here?"

When Shi Renting heard that the prince had arrived, he hurried over, but saw him standing outside, watching quietly through the curtain.Inside, the wounded soldiers lined up neatly, waiting with anticipation on their faces, and the one whose turn came was beaming and chatting trivially, but the concern inside could be heard just by listening.

"I'm glad to see them."

"Yes." Mr. Shi was very touched, "There was a captain who was hit by a poisoned arrow in his leg, and he couldn't stand it anymore. After finally waking up, he begged his wife to write a suicide note for him, and put his parents, wife, and children away." I explained them one by one, wept bitterly, and I was reluctant to give up my life so I just confessed. I agreed to the old man’s proposal and gave up the whole calf. He was also a man, so he gritted his teeth and endured it. His life was saved. His family's old parents, weak wife and young children, all have to thank Madam."

A ray of sunlight penetrated through the gap and shone on the woman who was sitting at the desk, warming people's hearts.

He Zhenghan squinted his eyes, and stood under the scorching sun, staring at it for a long time.

Suddenly there was no sound in his ears, Yao Tong raised his head in surprise, only to find that there was no one in the tent, how could it be?
dong dong dong.

Steady and powerful footsteps approached, He Zhenghan walked up to her, his tall body bent down, his eagle eyes burning hot.

"Does the prince want to write a letter?"

"No." He Zhenghan grabbed her hand, took down the pen and paper in her hand, and leaned very close, his hot breath brushing against his face, and said in a hoarse voice, "I don't write letters. Your time is yours." Father."

(End of this chapter)