Jincheng flower hour

Liu Hongyue got off his horse, hugged Zhuang Yang and went straight to the military doctor's tent.

Zhuang Yang hugged Liu Hong, his blood-stained face stuck to Liu Hong's cold armor, his consciousness was a little fuzzy, but he refused to faint, his fingers tried to grab Liu Hong's skirt, but he couldn't slide it off.He heard Liu Hong talking to the military doctor, but Zhuang Yang was so tired that he couldn't hear what he said. He was gently placed on a mat by Liu Hong, and Liu Hong tried to Wiping off a drop of blood on Zhuang Yang's face, it couldn't be wiped off at all, but more blood stains were smeared on Zhuang Yang's face.Tears overflowed from the corners of Zhuang Yang's eyes. They were tears of pain. Zhuang Yang couldn't tell whether it was caused by the doctor checking his leg injury, or because he saw Liu Hong's dull expression and meaningless behavior.

"Hiro."

Zhuang Yang called softly, his consciousness was slackening, his physical strength was exhausted and he lost blood, Zhuang Yang was so tired that he could barely open his eyelids.

"Erlang, don't fall asleep."

Liu Hong took Zhuang Yang's upper body into his arms, holding Zhuang Yang's face in his arms, his voice trembling and hoarse.An arrow hit Zhuang Yang's calf deeply, and the blood stained the hem of Zhuang Yang's robe.Zhuang Yang lost blood, but before the blood loss, Zhuang Yang was already emaciated and weak, his hair was messy and his clothes were messy. He suffered a lot when he was detained.

Zhuang Yang only heard Liu Hong calling him, and a cold liquid fell on his face. Zhuang Yang closed his eyes and said in a weak voice, "Don't cry..."

Hiro, don't cry.

Liu Hong hugged Zhuang Yang tightly from behind like he did when he was young. He buried his head on Zhuang Yang's shoulder, and tears drenched Zhuang Yang's shoulder. Zhuang Yang was unconscious and fell into a coma.

At this time, the military doctor was taking Zhuang Yang's pulse in a calm manner. Although Gong Zihong's mourning appearance was quite new to him, he was a dedicated doctor and would not interfere with other matters.

Liu Hong's helmet had already been taken off, and his resolute and handsome face was stuck to his wet hair.Just such a face, touching another delicate, slightly pale face, seemed to be rubbing lightly, and seemed to be whispering.

The military doctor raised his eyebrows, let go of Zhuang Yang's wrist, and said in a business-like, unwavering voice: "He is only unconscious, and still has a pulse."

Liu Hong didn't seem to hear what the military doctor was saying. He tore off his armor and untied his red robe soaked in sweat and blood.Liu Hong put Zhuang Yang sideways on the mat, and then he knelt down by the mat and carefully untied Zhuang Yang's belt.

If it was someone else, I'm afraid they would think that Gong Zihong was doing something indecent. Unlike the military doctor, he knew that Gong Zihong was checking the wound.

Zhuang Yang was wearing a plain robe, and the robe was stained with blood, which looked like spattering, it was not Zhuang Yang's blood.Liu Hong took off Zhuang Yang's robe, and Zhuang Yang was wearing a white shirt that was close-fitting and flimsy.Liu Hong didn't take off his shirt, if there was bleeding from an injury, he would be able to detect it through the thin and white shirt.

Liu Hong carefully inspected Zhuang Yang's face, chest and abdomen, hands and feet. The only wound was on the calf of his left leg. It was an arrow wound, and there were no other wounds.Liu Hong put the plain robe he took off from Zhuang Yang's body and covered Zhuang Yang's body. He didn't want to be seen as Zhuang Yang's thin clothes, not to mention that it would be rude to Zhuang Yang.

"Except for the arrow wound, there are no other wounds on the body surface. Although a lot of blood has flowed, it is not enough to cause fainting."

Liu Hong raised his head to look at the military doctor. At this moment, there were no tears in his eyes, and there were no tears on his face. He looked very calm. He stared at the military doctor, seeking an explanation.

"What are you worried about, son?"

In fact, from the military doctor's point of view, this person just passed out. After passing out, he will wake up after a while, and he can't talk about it if he really can't wake up.

"Erlang has obviously lost a lot of weight and looks haggard. He must have been tortured while in custody."

Liu Hong squeezed Zhuang Yang's hand. He didn't find any other scars. He knew that he might be worrying too much, but he couldn't stop the fear.Just now, when Liu Hong rushed into the tent with Zhuang Yang in his arms, he was trembling all over.He couldn't describe how he felt when the archers of the Shu Kingdom shot arrows at Zhuang Yang; thinking about it now, if Erlang was killed in the chaos today, he would probably commit suicide.

"It may be due to starvation, coupled with blood loss and collapse."

The military doctor felt that since he had been imprisoned, starvation was commonplace, which is an understatement.

"Young master, while he is unconscious, you support his feet, and I will take the arrow."

It also saves the trouble of decocting the anesthetic, just dig out the arrow with a knife.

"Easy."

Liu Hong instructed, he raised Zhuang Yang's left leg and turned his lower calf towards the military doctor.

There are many military doctors in the army, and the one Liu Hong sought was Huan Laoqiu, who often treated Liu Hong's wounds with simple and rough techniques, although the wounds healed quickly after his treatment.

Lao Qiu cut off the arrow handle, and took out the arrow as lightly as possible. He is a ten-year-old military doctor, and this kind of arrow injury can't trouble him.This operation is skillful, obviously much gentler than when he treated Liu Hong.

After all, Liu Hong is a military general, and this wounded patient is fair and handsome, which makes it difficult to deal with it.

Sprinkle sore medicine on the wound, Lao Qiu carefully bandaged it, and pulled down Zhuang Yang's robe to cover Zhuang Yang's exposed white and tender calf.After doing this, Lao Qiu looked at the scars on Liu Hong's fingers and palms.

Lao Qiu no longer thought it was a minor injury, so he sprinkled medicine, bandaged it, and told him: "You are not allowed to draw a bow and shoot arrows within a month."

Zhuang Yang was placed in Liu Hong's tent. He fell asleep for a long time and didn't wake up until late at night.

When he woke up, he was lying in Liu Hong's arms, Zhuang Yang was lying on his back, Liu Hong was lying on his side, and Liu Hong's arm was around Zhuang Yang's waist, protecting Zhuang Yang.

Naturally, the bedding in the army is not as exquisite as that at home, it is just a mat, spread on a hard floor.Liu Hong was on the mat with his own battle robe, and Zhuang Yang was lying on Liu Hong's battle robe.

When he woke up, he felt Liu Hong's breath all over his body.

As soon as Zhuang Yang opened his eyes, Liu Hong noticed that he called him Erlang tenderly, and touched Zhuang Yang's face with his fingers wrapped in cloth strips.Zhuang Yang smiled weakly at Liu Hong, and raised his hand to touch the back of Liu Hong's hand.

"hungry?"

Liu Hong gently rubbed the corner of Zhuang Yang's lips.

"Ah."

Zhuang Yang responded, and now he felt much more comfortable, although the injury on his leg was throbbing from time to time.

Liu Hong got up, pulled the quilt for Zhuang Yang, and then rushed out of the tent.

Earlier, I didn't know when Zhuang Yang would wake up, so the rice porridge that Liu Hong ordered the cook to cook was cold, now go ask him to heat it up.

There was no need for Liu Hong to order such things in person, but he was afraid that his attendants would delay him.Liu Hong went to the kitchen to ask the cook to heat up the porridge. When the porridge was ready, he brought it to the tent himself.

Back in the tent, Zhuang Yangren sat up from the mat. Under the lamplight, his figure was gentle and beautiful, just like in a dream.

For nearly two years, Liu Hong dreamed of Zhuang Yang countless times, and at this time, Zhuang Yang was in his tent.

Since Zhuang Yang left the Han Kingdom, Liu Hong has been fighting all the time, without a month's rest, as if being beaten with a whip, he has been fighting non-stop, and he has to return to Jinguan City.He has a dreamer who lives in Jinguan City.

Liu Hongsheng served a bowl of porridge and put it on the wooden case. Just as he was about to move his hand away, Zhuang Yang held Liu Hong's hand, with a sad expression on Zhuang Yang's face.Before Zhuang Yang fell into a coma, he remembered Liu Hong touching his face with a bleeding hand.

At this time, the hands were wrapped with cloth strips, and the blood on the cloth strips was still wet.

Zhuang Yang didn't know exactly what kind of injury was caused, but his fingers connected with his heart.

"fine."

Liu Hong withdrew his hand, he stirred the hot porridge, trying to feed Zhuang Yang.Zhuang Yang signaled no need, Zhuang Yang held the wooden spoon, scooped up the rice porridge, and ate it bit by bit.

Zhuang Yang ate slowly, while Liu Hong sat across from him and looked at him. From time to time, Liu Hong would raise his hand to touch Zhuang Yang's face, which made him very distressed.

He couldn't bear to ask Zhuang Yang if he was hungry in custody and how long he had been hungry.Once he entered Jinguan City, he would definitely not spare Wei Chuan.

After Zhuang Yang ate two bowls of rice porridge, Liu Hong removed the wooden case and helped Zhuang Yang to lie down.Then, Liu Hong was still lying on his side beside Zhuang Yang. He put his arms around Zhuang Yang and asked Zhuang Yang to rest his head on his arm.

Zhuang Yang pressed against Liu Hong's warm body, his palms were on Liu Hong's chest, he could feel Liu Hong's beating heart, he was still alive.

Zhuang Yang will never forget what happened on the battlefield today.

Zhuang Yang's temperament is gentle, quiet and stable, but he also has hot emotions in his heart.

His love for Liu Hong is hard to let go, with tenderness and pampering, and Liu Hong's love for him is deep enough to promise each other with his life.This made Zhuang Yang terrified, afraid that Liu Hong would try his best to save him and give his life to him.When he hugged Liu Hong's waist and blood splashed in front of his eyes, all Zhuang Yang could think about was Liu Hong.

At that time, he would be shot or slashed, and the pain and fear were meaningless. Zhuang Yang didn't care anymore, but he hoped that Ah Hong would survive.

At this time, the two snuggled together, Zhuang Yang was very pleased.

Zhuang Yang had a lot to say and wanted to tell Liu Hong, but the pain was exhausting.

"Erlang, go to sleep."

Liu Hong extinguished the candle, he covered Zhuang Yang's eyes, his warm breath blew on Zhuang Yang's face, but he didn't kiss Zhuang Yang.

For more than a year, Liu Hong longed for Zhuang Yang very much. How could his longing be resolved by a kiss.

If you kiss Zhuang Yang, you will be out of control.

During the day, Zhou Jing came to visit Zhuang Yang in his tent. Apart from Zhou Jing, Huo Yuqi, Liu Hong's father and younger brother also came.

In front of all the cavalry, how could he hide the fact that he went to rescue Zhuang Yang single-handedly without regard for himself.Liu Hong didn't know what his father thought of it, but he felt that his father might have become suspicious.

However, right now, the most important thing is to break into Jinguan City. His father will postpone the matter between him and Zhuang Yang.With these years of companionship, Liu Hong has become familiar with his father's behavior style.

That night, Liu Hong, who fell asleep with Zhuang Yang in his arms, hardly closed his eyes.

Before dawn, Liu Hong had already woken up. He got up and put on his shoes and clothes. He wanted to take another look at Zhuang Yang in his sleep, but he didn't want Zhuang Yang to wake up too. He sat on the mat silently.He carefully set aside his injured leg, stretched out his arm, picked up Liu Hong's robe, and handed it to Liu Hong.

"Erlang, are you feeling better today?"

Liu Hong took the robe, put it on, and tied his belt. The belt hook on his belt was very familiar to Zhuang Yang. It was a copper belt hook of Zhuang Yang.

They had exchanged tokens and promised each other physically and mentally.

"much better."

The leg injury is still painful, but the pain has eased, and this sleep has restored Zhuang Yang's energy.

"Hiro, where are you going?"

Why did he get up before dawn? He didn't seem to sleep much last night in order to take care of himself.

"At this time, the books and silks of the spies in the city should have been picked up by the soldiers. I'll go and have a look."

Liu Hong is waiting for an important piece of information, whether he can break into the city or not, that's all in one fell swoop.

"Erlang, you should sleep more."

Liu Hong picked up the slipped quilt and put it on Zhuang Yang. It was cold in the early morning of autumn.

Zhuang Yang lay down again, he was worried about his family in Jinguan City, but he couldn't sleep.I don't know whether Aping and the others knew that he had been rescued by Liu Hong and was in the Han army.