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Amu raised his head as much as possible, staring at Gu Lin closely, waiting for the answer.

Gu Lin looked very tired, his slightly drooping eyelashes were thin and curled, covering the light in his eyes, and he couldn't show his emotions. The candlelight made his pupils look extremely pale, so pale that Amu felt strange.

He said, "We'll talk about these things after you recover from your injury."

However, Amu grabbed Gu Lin's sleeve with all his strength, and his voice became hoarse: "I want to know."

Gu Lin's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he looked at Amu's hand holding his sleeve tightly. When his eyes fell on the blood on the cuff, his eyes dimmed, sinking like a bottomless well, and he raised his hand to hold it gently. She took Amu's hand and stroked the back of his hand with her fingertips, making him relax.

"He is General Gu Guo." Gu Lin said in a low voice.

There are six words in total, and Amu can be understood when taken apart, but when connected together, it is hard to understand. How could his father be General Guguo? His father is obviously just a hunter.

Amu shook his head: "How is it possible..."

Gu Lin patted his head, hugged his body as tightly as possible to prevent him from being dragged to the wound, and said in a low voice, "Don't think too much, heal the wound first."

Amu's mind was in a mess, General Gu Guo must be the one who worked for the second prince, but if his father was the second prince's man, how could he have worked so hard to save Gu Lin before.

The more he thought about it, the more he had a headache, and even the wound behind him became more painful. The exposed wound seemed to be being bitten by a bee. He wanted to move his body, but he couldn't move because he was afraid of moving. It's going to hurt more.

"Your Highness..." The old man who had been standing next to him suddenly stepped forward and said tremblingly: "This arrow, do you want to pull it out?"

Gu Lin's expression was ugly, his lips were pursed tightly, and his voice was as cold as frost and snow: "You are a doctor, why do you ask me?"

Sweat dripped from the old doctor's face all at once, and he knelt down on the ground with a plop: "Although the arrow didn't hurt the lungs, it was too close, and we couldn't be sure if the arrow had any barbs. An inch forward should hurt."

Gu Lin didn't speak, and motioned for him to continue.

The old doctor didn't dare to raise his hands to wipe his sweat, and there was still a lot of blood on his robe, and he didn't know whose it was.A thin knife was held in a slightly old hand, crystal clear, exquisite and meticulous: "Now I'm afraid I have to cut the wound open to take out the arrow completely."

When Amu listened to what he said, cold sweat flowed down, and the cut was so painful.

Gu Lin felt his fear, and hurriedly lowered his head and kissed him: "I'm not afraid."

A Muen made a sound, but the hand holding Gu Lin's sleeve was still shaking. He is a person who is very afraid of pain. When he was a child, he would cry loudly when he knocked, and it took a long time for A Niang to sob and quiet Come down, blow on the little cyanosis for a long time, and feel embarrassed to cry when he grows up, but the pain still hurts, even if he pretends it doesn't hurt.

The old doctor continued: "Although it is safer to take the arrow by cutting it open, it is easy to lose too much blood. If you pull the arrow directly, you have to go through the front chest first, otherwise the internal tear will not heal, and it is easy to hurt the lung lobe. There are pros and cons."

Gu Lin listened carefully, but didn't speak. If he didn't speak, no one in the tent dared to speak, and even breathed very lightly.

Either cut and pull, or be right through.

Amu didn't want these two, but he had to have one. He didn't want to choose, so he just lowered his head and buried it in the clothes on Gu Lin's chest, breathing slightly hot.

Gu Lin hugged him, with one hand hanging on the side of the bed, and the other on the skin behind his shoulder. The palm was very cold and slightly moist, as if he was tense and uneasy, so he lost his body temperature.

He said to the old doctor, "Take it out."

The old doctor stood up, his knees trembled slightly, and subconsciously shook the thin knife in his hand: "Your Highness said..."

Gu Lin nodded.

The old doctor responded quickly and moved the things he had prepared to the side.

Amu looked at the rolls of white cloth and charcoal fire, and quickly closed his eyes, not daring to look any more.

Gu Lin patted him lightly, then bent down cautiously, looked into his eyes: "I'm here." As he spoke, the tip of his nose touched his eyebrows, rubbing against them slightly.

Amu bent his lips, and opened his eyes slightly. He didn't dare to open them too much, for fear of seeing the doctor's knife, so he narrowed his eyes slightly, just in time to see Gu Lin's eyes, with soft and long eyelashes, and Has a straight nose bridge.

The old doctor coughed and said, "Mr. Lin, I will serve you some poppy juice, so that it won't hurt too much when the knife is cut." After he finished speaking, something cool and slippery soaked Amu's On the back, there was a slight stabbing pain, the stabbing pain was very short, and it was nothing compared to the pain of the arrow wound on the back, but as time passed, the stabbing pain brought by the poppy juice became the only thing that could be felt. The pain he felt, as if soaked in water, made Amu feel that his eyelids were about to blend together.

Gu Lin's eyes gradually blurred in Amu's sight, but Amu didn't want to sleep, so he just pulled Gu Lin's sleeve.

The doctor was very light when he cut the knife, and soon he could feel the skin and flesh on his back being peeled off layer by layer, along the lines of the texture, mixed with an extremely subtle stabbing sound, even poppy juice couldn't make it go away. He felt less, it just kept the pain out of his body, making him unable to move, unable to actually feel it, as if the person suffering the pain was not him, but the feeling was too real, The pain made him want to scream, even though his face was calm as if he couldn't feel the pain.

Amu's heartbeat quickened by the strange feeling, he subconsciously went to look at Gu Lin, but Gu Lin didn't look at him, but concentrated on looking at the old doctor's knife, his eyes were full of tension that he couldn't see in normal times.Qingjun's brows were frowned, and the tired blue halo under his eyes also deepened a lot.

He suddenly remembered that when Gu Lin first came to the wooden house, his body was full of wounds. There was no poppy juice at that time, it was just the wounded grass he picked, which could not relieve the pain at all, and when Uncle Tong cut off the carrion, he was even more worried about Gu Lin. When he was about to wake up, even so, he still didn't say a word.

Amu's eyes suddenly became sore, and he shouted in a low voice: "Young master..." Because of the poppy juice, his voice was very strange, as if he was drifting in the clouds, without even any strength.

Gu Lin heard it, recognized it clearly, and hurriedly lowered his head and kissed Amu's eyes: "I know."

He didn't even know what Amu was going to say, so he just said I knew.

He kept kissing Amu's eyes, his breath fell on his lips, and then moistened Amu's eyelashes. He said, "I know, it hurts, and I also know, I'm very scared." Kissing gently, until Amu's eyes closed, and until the corners of Amu's eyes welled up with tears.

"Sleep, I'm here."

Those words seemed to have incredible power, causing Amu to close his eyes completely, and suddenly there was no pain, and suddenly no fear, because Gu Lin was here.

Amu fell asleep with peace of mind, but in his sleep, he still couldn't hear a lot of voices, as if they were separated by a layer of sand and fog, but he could still hear them clearly.

He heard the clang of the copper basin being overturned on the ground, the splash of water splashing out, and the sound of kneeling with his robes brushed aside.

He heard Gu Lin's frosty voice: "If he has something to do."

He only said what if, but not the whole sentence, but only this half sentence, Amu heard a lot of short and frightening breathing in the tent.

The tip of his nose could smell the clean hair and skin of Gu Lin, as long as he was awake, he could smell it, as if Gu Lin had never left his side.

"Amu..." Gu Lin's voice was right next to his ears, very low, trembling slightly: "Have you had enough sleep?"

Amu wanted to nod his head and open his eyes, but he couldn't. His body was heavy and his head was heavy, so he couldn't move.

Someone came in suddenly, and the voice was as loud as thunder: "How long will Your Highness stay here?" The rough voice should be Zhou Xingping, and Amu recognized it.

Gu Lin didn't speak, just breathed lightly in his ear, and patted his head from time to time.

"Lin Xu is gone, this little guy won't know anything, and there's no point in staying with him any longer." Zhou Xingping's voice was full of pride when he talked about Lin Xu, but he was full of disgust when he talked about the little guy.

Amu discerned Zhou Xingping's words in the dark clouds of smoke, and thundered, but they were mixed together, making it impossible for him to distinguish.

Lin Xu, who is Lin Xu?

Is the Lin family still alive?

"If you want that guy Ji Dong not to return to Gu Country, you have to send this little guy away. While he is unconscious now, find an excuse to send him back secretly. No one will find him." Zhou Xingping continued.

Only then did Amu realize that the little guy Zhou Xingping was talking about was him, why did he send him away, what did his leaving have anything to do with Lin Yi not returning to Gu Country.

Gu Lin said that he would not hide it from him, but now Zhou Xingping and Gu Lin said every word related to him, but he couldn't understand a word.

Gu Lin touched Amu's slightly frowning brows, and said in a cold voice, "Go out."

Zhou Xingping sighed: "If the Lin family is gone, it will be gone. The one in the palace is a waste even if he is alive. There is no need to bring in the rest of the Lin family and give it to the second prince for nothing." He spoke earnestly, full of persuasion, But Gu Lin didn't answer half a sentence.

After a long silence, Zhou Xingping turned around sharply, his robes and armor collided, and the iron plates creaked, as if out of breath.

Amu was very anxious, he wanted to wake up, he wanted to ask clearly, but his eyes were still tightly closed, he couldn't open them, and his breathing became short of breath.

Gu Lin thought he was in pain, so he patted his shoulder lightly, and the wound was still blown gently. The warm and dry breath made Amu gradually calm down, and he tried to open his eyes little by little.

But before he opened it, Gu Lin left, and a general shouted something outside, forcing him to go out.

The tent became quiet again, with the occasional sound of footsteps passing by outside.

After trying so many times, Amu finally opened his eyes.

When the eyelashes suddenly fanned, there was a cool wind, and the dry eyes hurt, and they were a little black and dizzy from the candlelight in the tent.

Amu exhaled, and found that he was lying on the padded animal skin, and his upper body was tied with thick straps.

And there was no one in the tent, but the shadow of the guard outside was reflected on the door curtain.

Amu lowered his gaze, moved his fingertips, numb, just like his heart, unable to calm down at all.

Gu Lin hid many things from him, and these things were closely related to him.

He thought for a while, and shouted at the empty tent.

"Lin Yi."