Female General And Eldest Princess

"Xian'er, what do you want to say?"

Li Xian turned her head and met Lin Wanyue's clean and clear eyes.

Looking at Lin Wanyue like this, what Li Xian wanted to say was that the words went round and round in her belly, and finally said leisurely: "Fei Xing, remember, good intentions are always straightforward, and only malicious intentions need to be disguised with detours. Like what the bandit leader said today."

After Li Xian finished speaking, she got down from the ground, patted the floating ash on her body, and went back to the donkey cart.

Sitting in the carriage, Li Xian felt a little conflicted in her heart.

She admires Lin Feixing, and is full of expectations and curiosity about how Lin Feixing will grow in the future. At the same time, Li Xian is also worried, if one day under her own cultivation, Lin Feixing grows enough to see through this chess game, will she give it to her? Its plans cause trouble, and even bring about devastating subversion.

After all, a person's emotional rebound is a very tricky thing...

Therefore, Li Xian had a lot of things she wanted to say to Lin Wanyue through this opportunity, but in the end it was just a summary that was not salty or bland. As for how much she could comprehend, it depended on her own understanding and good luck.

Lin Wanyue sat for a while longer before she felt a hissing pain in her left arm. She turned her head and took a look. The wound was not deep but long, and there was no sign of adhesion...

"Hey……"

Lin Wanyue sighed, got up and walked to the front of the carriage, took out a piece of cloth and wrapped it around her arm.

"Quicken up your pace. It's best to go to Liancheng before dark, or find someone to stay overnight. Your wound needs to be treated in time."

"En." Lin Wanyue nodded and started driving again.

Before dark, the donkey cart entered Liancheng.

Liancheng is not big, standing at the gate of the city and looking forward, you can see the end of the street at a glance.

The street is deserted, only a few sheds for food are still open.

"Xian'er, let's go eat something first, and find out where there is an inn by the way."

"it is good."

"Boss, how do you sell Yangchun noodles?"

"Two plants, one bowl!"

"Two bowls of Yangchun noodles."

"Okay, wait a moment, both of you."

"Xian'er, sit here for a while, I'll tie the car."

Lin Wanyue led the donkey cart and seemed to be walking casually, but her eyes kept looking around.

In the end, Lin Wanyue tied the donkey cart to a cross street not far away, and it was fastened with a clever buckle, which she could untie with a single pull.

Yu Xian and Xiao Shiyi, who had changed into casual clothes, saw Lin Feixing looking in their direction, so frightened, they got into the makeup shop on the side of the street.

Little Eleven looked at Yu Xian with puffy cheeks and said angrily: "Sister Yu Xian, this kid has started again! I have never met such a cautious person!"

Yu Xian looked at Xiao Shishi's indignant expression and smiled, picked up a box of rouge and played with it in his hand, then lowered his voice and replied: "Isn't this a good thing? In fact, after a few days, I have I understand more and more why the princess chose him."

"Hmph, isn't it because he's stupid and easy to control!"

Yu Xian smiled sweetly: "In my opinion, you are the most stupid person around the princess. Can you take a closer look at where he parked his car?"

After finishing speaking, Yu Xian stuffed the rouge into Xiao Shiyi's hands, and said, "You idiot, wait here, I'll go out, this is for you."

……

After tying up the car, Lin Wanyue returned to the noodle stall, and two bowls of Yangchun noodles had already been served.

Lin Wanyue stepped over the bench and sat on it and began to eat noodles with great mouthfuls.

"Boss, is there an inn in this city?"

"Yes, but our Liancheng is a small place, and the inn is not big. If you go east along this street, the second one is Tongfu Inn."

"thank you boss."

At this time there were no customers, the owner of the noodle stall cleaned his hands, put the dry cloth on his shoulders, pulled a bench and talked with Lin Wanyue and the two: "Where are the two guest officers from?"

"West."

"Are you visiting relatives in Liancheng or passing by?"

"Passing by, rest overnight and go to Huzhou."

"Oh." Seeing Lin Wanyue's cold answer, the noodle stall owner wisely stopped asking.

After eating and paying, Lin Wanyue led the donkey cart and Li Xian walked towards Tongfu Inn together.

The two opened a room, Lin Wanyue thought about it and gave the waiter two plants to prepare some hot water.

The waiter took the money and went cheerfully, Lin Wanyue and Li Xian went up to the second floor and entered the room.

The room is small but clean and tidy, with a bed, a table with four corners and eight immortals, two benches, a screen around the corner, and a large wooden bucket for bathing behind it.

Lin Wanyue opened the window casually, stretched out her head to look down, and then closed the window conveniently.

After a while, the waiter came up with two waiters carrying hot water.

"Guest officer, the water is ready."

Lin Wanyue nodded. After the water was poured, the waiter wanted to leave with others, but was stopped by Li Xian.

"Second brother, do you have a doctor here?"

The shop clerk turned around in response, and saw that the person talking to him was actually a beautiful young woman, and he was taken aback before replying: "Yes, yes, what's wrong with the girl? I can help you to ask for it."

Lin Wanyue took a step silently, blocked the line of sight of the waiter without any trace, and said, "Don't bother, I wonder if the second brother can find me some needles and threads for mending."

Li Xian stood by the bed, looking at Lin Feixing's not so tall but tall and straight back standing in front of her, she frowned.

The waiter at the shop originally wanted to take a few more glances at that beautiful lady, but he didn't want to let the "head of the family" catch him straight. Knowing that he was in the wrong, he bowed politely towards Lin Wanyue: "Guest officer, wait a moment, I'll get it for you."

After the waiter in the shop left, Li Xian came to Lin Wanyue and asked, "Is it alright if the wound is not treated by the doctor?"

"What's the matter? In the military camp, it is considered a minor injury. Sometimes the military doctor is busy, and we just deal with each other in private. Besides, it's a knife wound. The doctor can tell it at a glance. It's better not to provoke people. It’s good to watch.”

"But if there is no anti-inflammatory and hemostatic medicine, I'm afraid the wound will become inflamed."

"I still have some medicine for sores that Xian'er gave me last time. I brought it with me. While the water is hot, Xian'er can go wash it."

"Tuk Tuk Tuk."

Lin Wanyue wanted to call the shop waiter to come in, but after thinking about it, she got up and went to the door, opened it, and leaned half of her body out.

"Guest officer, here comes the needlework."

The shop clerk looked up at Lin Wanyue, and smiled embarrassingly: I didn't expect this person to be a nurse, but... such a beautiful lady, I'm afraid I would do the same.

"Thank you." Lin Wanyue took the needle and thread and closed the door with a bang.

Lin Wanyue came to the table with a small dustpan filled with needlework and sat down, put her left hand on the table, and slowly opened the sleeves with her right hand. As the sleeves rolled up, Lin Wanyue's wheat-colored forearm and fair-skinned The upper arm is exposed to the air.

Li Xian took the oil lamp and put it on the table, sat beside Lin Wanyue, picked up the needle in the small dustpan and roasted it on the fire: "Let me help you."

"No, no, how dare you bother...Xian'er, I'll do it myself. The water is still warm, so go and wash."

"Your wound is on your arm. I'm afraid it's inconvenient with one hand, so don't refuse."

After speaking, Li Xian stretched out her hand and pulled out another hair, and said to herself, "Thinner hair, less pain."

After speaking, Li Xian passed her hair through the pinhole.

Seeing this, Lin Wanyue didn't refuse anymore, she put her arms on the table and handed it to Li Xian.

Li Xian raised her eyes to look at Lin Wanyue's fair arm, and saw that the wound she had stitched up with her own hair last time had turned into a centipede-shaped scar.

Li Xian gently supported Lin Wanyue's big arm with one hand, and it felt hard to touch.

Holding the needle in the other hand, looking at the wound in front of her, Li Xian was a little embarrassed. This time the wound was not as deep as last time, it was only one finger long, and it seemed to be much easier to deal with, but this time the wound was still oozing blood , Every once in a while, it will merge into blood droplets and flow down the arm.

Lin Wanyue took a dry cloth with the other hand, and she wiped off the blood dripping down.

Seeing that Li Xian was still not moving, she thought that Li Xian might be feeling unwell, so she said, "Xian'er, why don't you go take a bath, I can do it myself."

"Be patient."

Li Xian looked at the wound on Lin Wanyue's arm, took a breath, and pinched the needle towards the wound.

Lin Wanyue didn't lose too much blood this time, so as soon as Li Xian's needle pricked Lin Wanyue's arm, blood beads came out immediately.

Li Xian's hand trembled, she couldn't sew no matter what...

"Xian'er, I'll do it myself."

Li Xian thought for a while and felt that she really couldn't accomplish this, so she pulled the needle from Lin Wanyue's arm and handed it over.

Lin Wanyue took the needle, and looked at Li Xian helplessly: This needle was for nothing...

Li Xian took the clean cloth that Lin Wanyue put on the table and gently wiped away the blood on Lin Wanyue's arm.

"Thank you."

Lin Wanyue pinched the needle and pricked the flesh and skin of the wound, then pulled it, finishing the first stitch neatly.

Li Xian quickly helped Lin Wanyue wipe away the oozing blood, then raised her eyes to look at Lin Wanyue in front of her.

He has dark skin and a high bridge of nose, especially when viewed from the side.

The eyebrows are thick and clear, and underneath are a pair of black and white eyes, which are very similar to this person.

The thin lips were tightly pressed together, eating the pain but not saying a word, exactly the same as when he was lying on the carpet of his tent enduring the pain.

"Xian'er!" Lin Wanyue frowned.

Li Xian turned her head and saw that several drops of her own distracted kung fu blood had already seeped out, slowly sliding down from Lin Wanyue's arm.

She quickly wiped off the blood on Lin Wanyue's arm with a clean cloth.

Li Xian watched Lin Wanyue suture her wound "stitch by stitch", the sound of her hair pulling her skin made Li Xian's scalp numb.

At this moment, Li Xian admired Lin Wanyue a little bit.

If it were me, let alone suturing my own wounds, I am afraid that even keeping her silent would be impossible...

Li Xian raised her hand and gently wiped off the fine beads of sweat on Lin Wanyue's head.

Suddenly a question flashed in Li Xian's mind, and she blurted out: "Fei Xing, have you ever cried?"

Hearing Li Xian's question, Lin Wanyue stopped her trembling hands, exhaled heavily, turned her head to look at Li Xian and replied, "Of course I cried."

Li Xian rested her chin on Lin Wanyue and continued to ask curiously: "Then when was the last time you cried?"

Li Xian kept looking at Lin Feixing, but she didn't want Lin Feixing's originally bright eyes to suddenly darken after she casually asked this question.

"Flying star..."

Lin Wanyue raised her head slowly, looked at Li Xian and smiled lightly, and replied: "The last time I cried was when I killed the Huns for the first time."

The author has something to say: the following is a chat record between me and a reader, which may answer your doubts.

Monkey: Where is the fight? At first glance, it is different from those sluts outside who are invincible and sweep the bandits with one move. After seeing Lin Wanyue’s kindness and seeing that the bandits also have IQs, there are also 19 people. For a moment, there is too much sense of the picture.

me: thank you.

Monkey: Just this black and red face, it’s too embarrassing (can’t laugh or cry

Me: black, stained with blood, not black and red.

Monkey: How dark is the general?

Me: ancient black.

Monkey: In these three chapters, I think the description of Lin Feixing’s battle bandits is better than the description of the Huns. I mean when he first killed the Huns, now he really looks like a half-general.

Me: Take your time, you can’t be king all at once, and bandits and Huns are incomparable on the one hand, on the other hand Lin Wanyue is indeed growing, and of course I am also growing.

Monkey: The princess's reaction is very real, it can't be an act.

Me: No, I think that for a novel to be successful, the protagonist must at least be a human being, with normal human emotions, exaggerated or partial, but not dehumanized. I can’t stand that some heroines will be hacked to death. He still didn't change his face, he still smiled, and he still showed mocking ants in his eyes.

Monkey: (can't laugh or cry

Me: People are going to tie you back with hemp rope XX, if you still don’t change your face, I think this may be a dick.

Monkey: (can't laugh or cry

Thank you for reading, and I am not tsundere (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻!

That so-and-so, the author gave you a cannonball, then turned around and left the place. (Smile