you are the minutiae of the world

After the suffering, some people's eyes lost their light, and only the monstrous hatred remained under the scarred heart.

Jinliang is not dead, and he is destined to die. In Ma Weishan's army, those military doctors would not let him die even if they raised him with expensive medicinal materials. Bad meat.

Jin Liang didn't want to die either, what's the point of dying?He knew a long time ago that this life is nothing, but there are some debts that must be paid after all.

Ma Weishan hadn't visited Jinliang since then. It was a coincidence that Ma Weishan had no time to spare time because of the busy military affairs. It was only on his side that someone tortured Jinliang, and the court announced to the world that Ma Weishan For the rebels, the delay in returning is for conspiracy. Soon, the imperial court will send troops to suppress it; secondly, the man with blood on the tip of his knife often walks near the camp where Jinliang is being held, but he doesn't know how to walk. Stepping in, the military doctor reported Jinliang's situation one by one. Ma Weishan knew it well, and he imprisoned him again, gave him food and drink, and took care of him with good medicine, as if nothing had happened. Keep it, Ma Weishan's heart He said, this dog thief Zhao Yuan's pawn, let's keep it to see if he can make any more noise.

The wounds on his body gradually healed up. Jin Liang seemed to be used to getting hurt. The elderly military doctor saw that he never cried out in pain. With his perfect cooperation, this young man's wounds were no worse than that of the man who came down from the battlefield. , and there are some humiliating traces. Those men still couldn't help struggling when they were being treated, but he was still a little silent, motionless and silent. No one around the military doctor asked curiously: "Look at you!" Look, don't you feel any pain?"

Jin Liang was lying on the side of the bed, with his back to the military doctor who asked him to apply the medicine, and said in a calm voice, "I'm used to the pain, these injuries are nothing."

Military doctor Du Ping, an old doctor in his 50s, has a kind voice and skillful and gentle movements. Even if he knows who he was before the person who gave the medicine and what happened to his injuries, he never said a word during the treatment. To put it bluntly, he and Jin Liang have been treated for half a month, and the total number of words they have spoken is less than ten sentences. The Qingjuan boy lying on the bed is very silent. If he hadn't treated him like this these days, he might not be able to say anything to him. talk.

"How can there be any habit, those men who have been on the battlefield all year round will cry out for pain when they come back from their injuries," Du Ping said with a smile: "If the old man's subordinates are serious, you can say that it is not a shameful thing."

"How can I compare with them?" Jin Liang's face was as calm as stagnant water, "The scars of mine are disgusting. Dr. Du is a benevolent doctor, and Jin Liang understands it."

The medicine was ready, Du Ping went to the side to clean his hands, after a long while, he said slowly: "It's all life."

Jin Liang didn't say a word, and Du Ping was not the kind of talkative person, so he packed up the medicine box and was about to leave, but just as he closed the medicine box, he heard a rustling sound beside him, looking sideways, Jin Liang slowly supported himself Lying halfway on the bed, his eyes fell on the medicine box in Du Ping's hand, and he said slowly: "Although they are all fates, they are all different. When I was young, I met a man who said to me, 'A man is alive. , you must have a backbone, and if you will return to the dust in your life, if you only want to or don’t want to, then this life will not be wasted, and you can live well.”

Du Ping covered the medicine box and stood up straight: "It's difficult for ordinary people to be so reckless."

Jin Liang hooked the corners of his mouth, showing his first smile in half a month, and praised his pale and weak face, as if it would break if he touched it: "I didn't understand it when I was young, so I took it to my heart when I heard it."

"My lord, do you want the old man to help?" Du Ping asked.

"Young master... this name is very interesting. Those who are in high positions call you young master, they are respected, and Goulan brothels call them low."

"I don't mean that." Du Ping shook his head.

"I really want Dr. Du to do me a favor." Jin Liang stopped talking about that topic with Du Ping, and started talking about something else: "The next time I go to see the general, give me something to say."

"That's what the young master said. If the old man sees the general, it's convenient for me to talk about it."

"Thank you, Doctor Du," Jin Liang said softly, "I'll ask Doctor Du to tell the general that Jinliang is a prostitute, four of them are servants, and forty are also servants. I also ask the general to allow Jinliang to return to his original residence and change into Jinliang's long-sleeved dance skirt, which will also add a little color to the army."

Hearing this, Du Ping was slightly taken aback. He really didn't expect Jin Liang to ask him to say such words. Even though he was kind, it was difficult to look at him with peaceful eyes at this moment. Du Ping's expression changed slightly, as if he didn't agree with it. Just as he was about to dissuade him, he saw Jin Liangmo's heavy eyes.

When those eyes met the person's gaze, it was shocking. Du Ping couldn't help but take two steps back.

"The old man will convey it for the young master," Du Ping said in a timid voice.

Jin Liang nodded slightly: "Thank you."

Knowing that these remarks were only three days later, Ma Weishan asked Du Ping to come to question him as a routine, and after listening with a sinking face, the wine glass he held in his hand was crushed unknowingly, and the pieces stuck into his palm. Leaving bright red blood.

Du Ping was shocked, knelt on the ground, buried his head deeply, not daring to speak.

"Allow him to go back. Since he has opened his mouth, he will inform the camp of military prostitutes to add another person."

A few days later, the young man, who had mostly recovered from his injuries, went back to the original tent and changed into a bright red long sleeved gown. His long jet black hair was loosened behind him. He sat facing the mirror, smeared rouge lightly, and smiled charmingly.

Shengsheng is extremely beautiful, like a ghost in the beauty.