General, this plot is wrong

To the west of Yuncheng, most of them are plains, the mountains are not high, and there are countless fields.Winter is not the best time to harvest rice, not to mention the heavy rain before, the only thing that can live in the field is probably earthworms.

Chu Heng took the personal guards of Prince Qing's Mansion, hired a group of bodyguards in Yuncheng to escort the food, and kept collecting food along the road after leaving the city.

He has always been generous, and he never hesitates when offering rewards, but this time, in order to buy an extra ration, he has been bargaining with others.

He couldn't help laughing at himself during rare breaks.

Those who were engaged in military scientific research and design in those days changed their careers to become landlords and part-time doctors, but now they even have the ability to bargain with others.

Call grandpa and they know, probably, they will feel distressed.

After days of heavy rain, the number of affected places is no longer small, and many people have turned into bandits. In order to survive, they did the work of killing people and robbing goods.

Chu Heng led the bodyguards and did not dare to take a step slower. Even if they were staying in the mansion at night, they would arrange a rotating manpower to keep an eye on their grain and grass.

Even so, as more and more grain and grass were purchased along the way, more grass bandits were targeting him.

Fortunately, there are personal guards and an ever-increasing number of bodyguards. Otherwise, there will be robbers on the way several times, not to mention the food and grass being robbed, and people's lives may not be kept.

It was snowing heavily that day, and Chu Heng's men and horses were blocked on the road again by a group of grass bandits.

Relying on the arrow in his sleeve, he fought off the grass bandits who once gathered beside the grain cart with the Furong who was not in the right place at the right time.

The personal guards and bodyguards took down several people neatly and tied them up expertly. As usual, one person was sent to deliver news to the nearest county government.As for the people from the county government who came to pick up these grasshoppers, whether they hurriedly shut them down for a few days and released them, or severely punished them, that's not their business.

It's just that this group of grassroots obviously don't know the poor people who have become monks halfway.

Many bodyguards were viciously injured one by one, and even Chu Heng's shoulder was pierced by an arrow.

"Doctor Chu, your injury..."

The personal guard suddenly came back to his senses, grabbed a bottle of golden sore medicine and was about to hand it to him.Chu Heng waved his hand, endured the pain in his shoulder blade, took out the silver needle, and stabbed it into his shoulder.

"Go and pull out those three notoginseng plants." Chu Heng gritted his teeth, and pointed to a few grass plants that were pressed by the grass bandits, "Someone will help me pull out the arrows."

The personal guards didn't dare to make a move, and the bodyguards didn't turn the corner.

Along the way, although I knew that he was a doctor and had great ideas, I never thought that he was a guy who could hit me so hard... The arrow pierced through the shoulder blade, and it would be terrible to pull it out. The pain was theirs I can't stand it either.

Seeing that they were afraid to go forward, Chu Heng closed his eyes and took a deep breath, leaned against the side of the grain cart, and raised his hand with difficulty, about to grab the arrow on his shoulder.

The sound of hurried footsteps suddenly approached at this moment.

"who?"

The guard drew his sword.

"The young one is Doctor Chu's servant."

Chu Heng suddenly opened his eyes. The young man who was stopped not far from the grain truck by his personal guards had a hoarse voice, snow was still falling on his body, and he had lost a lot of weight.

He heaved a long sigh, turned his head away after all, "Bai Shu, help me draw out the arrow and apply the medicine."

This seemed to be the last time I encountered grass bandits. Although I encountered a few short-sighted ones on the way, most of them were not in danger. I saw a few guards dressed as soldiers and asked many times where the food and grass were sent.Knowing that they were sent to Yizhou, those people put away their swords, and some even offered to go to Yizhou to kill the enemy together.

Chu Heng didn't dare to accept people at will, and when he approached Yizhou, he directly invited them to go to the military camp to join the army.

His complexion is not good, and he still has a fever from time to time, and the accompanying medicine is almost used up halfway.Silver needle analgesia became his last resort to prop himself up to Yizhou.

In just a few days, he lost a lot of weight, and the robe on his body was rattling by the north wind. If he was wrapped in a cloak, he could only see a small face as thin as a palm.

Bai Shu thought of many ways, but failed to bring him back. Seeing that Yizhou was approaching, and he might meet Lu Ting, he felt more and more guilty, and dared not go to Chu Heng's side due to guilt.

Chu Heng was so sick that he was groggy, and he didn't care about his thoughts, so he just sent someone to watch him.

When he arrived in Yizhou, Chu Heng paid the agreed amount of money, and specially ordered a few tables of wine in Yizhou, treated the bodyguards to a full meal, booked a room in the mansion, and invited them to sleep for a few days before returning home along the way.

On the other side, their own guards passed the news of the grain and grass to the Xishan camp.Liu Chen received the news and greeted them personally.

Seeing Chu Heng, who was sitting on horseback, pale and thin, who was about to be blown away by the wind, Liu Chen sighed.

"You child, why... why did you come here?" Liu Chen stretched out his hand to pat Chu Heng's shoulder, but saw the guards on one side rushing forward to stop him. Only then did he know whether his shoulder was still injured or not.

"Go to sleep, I'll ask the military doctor to come over and show you, and change your medicine."

King Qing was still in a coma, so Chu Heng didn't refuse Liu Chen's kindness, and planned to go to sleep for a night first, and then visit King Qing tomorrow after resting.

The lieutenant general who led the way sent him into a tent. There were not many things in it. There was a map hanging beside the bed, and a circle was drawn on the location of Guiyan City.

He knew in his heart who the tent would belong to, so he immediately felt relieved, and fell asleep before Bai Zhu brought hot water to wipe his face.

This sleep, a little heavy.

The limbs were so heavy that it seemed to be tightly suppressed by something, his throat seemed to be strangled, and his breathing was extremely difficult.

He wanted to make a sound, to struggle himself out of this weird dream, but he felt as if he was being suffocated layer by layer on his face.

Until someone's body temperature came from his side, and his heart beat rhythmically in his ears, he finally seemed to come alive, panting profusely with sweat, and opened his eyes with difficulty.

Beside him, Lu Ting looked at him with frowned eyebrows and pursed his lips tightly, as if he wanted to reprimand him for his audacity, but felt extremely distressed.

After a long time, Lu Ting sighed and lowered his head to kiss his injured shoulder.

"Don't be angry." With a hoarse voice, Chu Heng put his face close to Lu Ting's shoulder, his breath was on top of his head, and his heartbeat was right in front of him.

Although his body had been weak before, he had never appeared so weak in front of others.When Lu Ting returned to the camp, he heard that Chu Heng had come to Yizhou with grain and grass, and he was very angry and annoyed, especially when he saw his face on the bed that was so thin that it was almost sunken, there was nowhere to vent his anger.

However, there was only one sentence, no anger, no anger, and there was only sourness left in the end: "You shouldn't have come."

"Wouldn't it be nice to die with you?" Chu Heng closed his eyes, stretched out his arms and hugged him tightly, as if he really wanted to live and die in the same acupuncture point.

"Not good." Lu Ting said coldly, but he clasped him tightly in his arms, carefully avoiding the wound on his shoulder.

"Then I'm alive, and when you're dead, I'll find another job..." Chu Heng smiled, opened his eyes, his voice was soft, with a teasing smile on purpose, "What should I do, what if I can't find it?" What should I do with such a man?"

In the second year of Yong'an, Chu Sanlang and Guan.

Now, there are probably only a few months left before reaching the crown, but Chu Heng has already regarded his life as the last.

The sound of footsteps outside the tent passed by, and the north wind carried snowflakes, blowing from the gaps in the tent.Even though the charcoal fire was lit in the room, it was still a bit cold.

If you get close, you can smell some scents.

Chu Heng's journey was rough, and he could only freshen up when he settled down in the mansion. When he arrived in Yizhou, he ran non-stop to the Xishan camp. He was so tired that he didn't even care to wash his face. The smell on his body can be imagined.

Thinking of his own dirtyness in a daze, he stretched out his hand and pushed Lu Ting, but the wound on his shoulder was torn, and he could not help but "hiss".

Lu Ting's complexion sank immediately following the "hiss".The movement of getting out of bed was swift and swift, and after a while, he asked the pawn for hot water, poured it all into the wooden bucket, then picked him up, took off his clothes repeatedly, and put him in the water.

The wound on the shoulder was treated with Atractylodes macrocephala.There was no medicine on the way, so I could only grab a few handfuls of Panax notoginseng and rub it to stop the bleeding. The level of bandaging was not too high, and there were even marks on the shoulder.

Chu Heng soaked in the water, with his shoulders exposed, felt the man's kiss on the wound, turned around and hooked his neck, and kissed the lips that he had missed for a long time.

Thinking about Chu Heng's shoulder injury, Lu Ting didn't dare to do anything. After he finished taking a shower, he specially called a military doctor to clean up the wound thoroughly.

Chu Heng sat on the bed, with bare feet, swaying gently by the side of the bed.

When Lu Ting came back after seeing off the military doctor, he saw those feet, and his heart skipped a beat. After all, he took a few deep breaths to suppress those throbbing.

It was already dark at this time, and it was time for logic to rest.But Chu Heng slept for a long time, and now he was full of energy, lying on the couch side by side with Lu Ting, moving his feet from time to time, then turned sideways, looking at him with open eyes and a smile.

Lu Ting was still able to collapse at first, but the foot under the quilt rubbed against his leg from time to time, the scene in his mind turned and turned, and he felt a little moved.

"Tent, is it soundproof?"

Chu Heng asked a question suddenly, Lu Ting was startled, and blurted out: "No sound insulation." Where did the sound insulation come from in the tent, only the two layers of cloth, no matter how thick it is, the sound can be transmitted, let alone the lights, the tent is Roll away, you can see it from the outside.

"Ah." Chu Heng yelled softly, and suddenly lay flat, "It's fine if there is no sound insulation. Go to sleep."

"..."

The flames under him were all on fire, but he got such a sentence, "It's fine if you don't soundproof", is this annoying him?

Lu Ting was a bit dumbfounded, turned around, pressed the man into his arms, grabbed Chu Heng's hand, and placed it between his legs: "Just setting fire doesn't put it out?"

Chu Heng turned his head and scratched with his hands, his phoenix eyes flashed with a smile: "Don't you want me to die with you?"

Of course, he was not willing to let someone lie in the cold coffin with him, and it might even be difficult to distinguish the two last corpses on the battlefield.

But now that people are around, what's the use of thinking about it.

Lu Ting straightened his back and let out a low gasp. When he got a kiss on his lips, he quickly reached out and took out a box of antifreeze cream for hand rubbing on the bedside.

This night, the candles in Lu Tingjun's tent were extinguished a little early, and from a distance, it seemed that he could still hear the whimpering like a small animal coming from inside.