Mr. Fu ran away again today

Fu Chuxi said he was fine, but Mo Chen knew that it was impossible for him to be fine.Even though he sealed the acupuncture points around the wound and temporarily stopped the bleeding, the horse was bumping all the way, and it was uncertain when the wound would burst open again.

But he also knew that Fu Chuxi would not listen to persuasion. In the past on Mochen Island, if he and Fu Chuxi had disagreements, he would always be the one who was persuaded.

Mo Chen was worried all the way, and he didn't care about the exhaustion of his internal energy and his breathing became more and more disordered. He only focused on preventing Fu Chuxi from falling off the horse if he couldn't hold on.

However, Fu Chuxi was able to carry it better than he thought, and hurried all the way back to the camp, looking like he was injured.

A group of troops had just entered the barracks, and Zhou Yi had already greeted them.

Mo Chen jumped off the horse and was about to help Fu Chuxi, Yang Lang helped Fu Chuxi off the horse one step ahead of him.

Yang Lang supported Fu Chuxi and said to Zhou Yi: "General Zhou, send someone to call for a military doctor! Your Highness is injured."

"Your Highness, be careful, I'll help you back to the tent." Yang Lang said.

Fu Chuxi braced herself to stabilize her figure and walked a few steps on Yang Lang's arm, then stopped and said something to Yang Lang. Yang Lang turned his head to look at Mo Chen, recruited a soldier to give some instructions, and then Helped Fu Chuxi to leave.

Mo Chen stood where he was, feeling quite uncomfortable, feeling that Mr. Fu was no longer their family...

The soldier sent Mo Chen back to the tent, and went down to prepare a charcoal brazier for Mo Chen to keep warm.

As soon as the little soldier left, Mo Chen's internal organs twitched, he held his chest and vomited out a mouthful of blood.

The little soldier came in with a brazier, and saw a pool of blood in front of Mo Chen, who was still spitting bloody spit on the ground. The little soldier was startled, and quickly asked, "Master, are you injured? Go get the military doctor!"

"No, qi and blood are retrograde, just adjust your breath for a while." Mo Chen calmly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, "Is there any wine in the barracks? Bring me two jars."

Xiao Bing only understood how to take the wine, but didn't understand the retrograde flow of qi and blood in front of him or the adjustment of breath. He just nodded and turned around to go out, and went straight to the main tent.Are you kidding, Mr. Yang personally confessed that there was a problem with the person he was taking care of, and he didn't want his head anymore?

Mo Chen took off the unlined garment whose hem was torn to make cloth strips, and took out another set of robes from the package and put them on.One side wears one side generously, I knew that I would listen to my master and focus on inner strength and mentality, so I wouldn’t spend my inner strength too much every time I need to compete with others or run wildly like today...

In the main tent, several lamps illuminated the tent. An old military doctor had just cleaned Fu Chuxi's abdominal wound, applied medicine and bandaged the wound with clean cloth.

Fu Chuxi had just bandaged the wound, and she broke out in a cold sweat from the pain, but she became more sober.He was about to tell Yang Lang something, when he saw Yang Lang come in from the outside, frowning slightly.

"What happened?" Fu Chuxi asked.

"It's nothing. Your Highness just needs to take good care of your wounds." Yang Lang said.

After the three military doctors combined and prescribed the medicine, they all went down to decoct the medicine. Yang Lang was about to leave when Fu Chuxi stopped him.

Fu Chuxi asked: "What happened in the army after I was arrested?"

Just as Yang Lang was about to answer, Fu Chuxi asked again: "Is Mo Chen okay?" Mo Chen tried his best to protect him along the way, and he didn't know if he was injured.

Yang Lang said: "Your Highness, don't worry, Island Master Mo is strong in martial arts, and he's fine. His subordinates only arrived at night, and there's no time to ask about the affairs in the camp. When His Highness wakes up, he will report to His Highness."

Fu Chuxi said: "It will take a while for the medicine to be cooked. You call General Zhou to see me."

Although Yang Lang couldn't bear it in his heart, he didn't dare to disobey his master's order, so he responded and went out to call for someone.

After calling General Zhou, Yang Lang finally found out with his conscience, and took a military doctor to Mo Chen's tent.

As soon as he entered, he smelled the aroma of wine, and the owner of Mo Island, who "vomited a big puddle of blood and I'm afraid he can't die" in Xiaobing's mouth, was sitting in front of the table leisurely, heating wine on the small stove.

Seeing Yang Lang, Mo Chen first rolled his eyes, and then realized that he had to ask Fu Chuxi for news from him, so he took a direct look at him: "Master Yang, my family—" Mo Chen paused, "Your Highness How is the injury?"

Yang Lang pretended not to see his obvious white eyes, and said, "I just finished treating the wound, and I should go to sleep after taking the medicine. I heard that you vomit blood, so I'll bring the military doctor to show you."

"The internal energy is exhausted too much. I'll just adjust my breathing in a while." Mo Chen poured the hot wine into a bowl, took a sip to warm his body, and then asked, "Can I go and see him?"

"No." Yang Lang directly refused, "His Royal Highness is discussing matters with General Zhou at the moment, he should go to bed after drinking the medicine, he lost a lot of blood, the military doctor said he needs to rest."

Island Master Mo continued to drink, but he obviously didn't want to continue talking with Yang Lang.

Yang Lang tactfully saw off the guests himself, and left with the military doctor.

Mo Chen drank a few sips of wine, sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing. This adjustment lasted for two hours.When Mo Chen opened his eyes, it was already noon.

Mo Chen got out of bed, opened the curtain and went out, and saw Xiaobing standing at the door, seeing Mo Chen coming out, Xiaobing hurriedly asked: "Master, are you hungry? I'll prepare something for you."

"Wait, is Your Highness awake?" Mo Chen asked.

"This little one doesn't know, the little one is only responsible for taking care of the young master."

Mo Chen waved him to go, while he straightened his clothes and walked towards Fu Chuxi's main tent.

Fu Chuxi's tent was guarded by two personal soldiers, and when they saw Mo Chen approaching the spear in his hand, they stood up.

Mo Chen frowned and asked, "Where's Yang Lang?"

A soldier said: "Master Yang has gone to discuss matters."

Mo Chen asked again: "Is Your Highness awake?"

The soldier said, "I don't know."

Mo Chen had already arrived at the door, so he naturally wanted to go in and take a look, but just as he was about to take a step forward, the two soldiers pointed their spears at him: "Master Yang told me that no one should disturb you." His Highness recuperating."

It's Yang Lang again... Mo Chen became angry when he heard this name.

"Got it, I'm leaving now." Mo Chen said.

The two personal soldiers put away their spears, like two armors, still standing upright.

Mo Chen hooked the corners of his lips, raised his hand and tapped the acupuncture points of the two, and punched in through the armor with some internal force, the two of them instantly turned into real armor, and stood still.

Island Master Mo snorted, lifted the curtain and entered the main tent.

As soon as he entered, Mo Chen saw Fu Chuxi who was sleeping soundly on the bed. Mo Chen quickly walked to the bed, sat down beside the bed, held up his right hand that was exposed from the quilt, and placed two fingers on his veins.

Fortunately, okay, although the pulse is weak but still stable.Mo Chen stretched out his hand to touch Fu Chuxi's forehead again, but he didn't have a fever, and he would be fine after a good recovery.

Mo Chen carefully put Fu Chuxi's hands into the quilt, then tucked the quilt up for him, and sat beside him looking at Fu Chuxi.

Fu Chuxi was still in a coma, looking at his haggard sleeping face, Mo Chen couldn't help thinking, what's so good about being a prince?It would be better to be a treasurer on his island, eat, drink, listen to opera and sing opera every day... If you want to get yourself injured on the battlefield, you may lose your life at any time.

"Mr. Fu, let's go home when you recover from your injury?" Mo Chen whispered, "When you get back to Mochen Island, you can continue to be your chief financial officer. If you don't like it, you can do it. You like to sing Just go to the opera every day, I will secretly send you flower baskets and throw silver ingots, make you a famous actor, or simply come to live with me on the island, fishing, planting flowers, reading books and playing chess every day..."

Mo Chen babbled on and on, and actually filled his heart with longing, and couldn't help but outline what he would do every day if there was such a day.

Fu Chuxi fell into a drowsy sleep, and vaguely heard someone talking in her ear all the time, but she didn't know what she was talking about. After listening for a long time, she recognized Mo Chen from the voice.

Fu Chuxi's eyelashes trembled, she opened her eyes with effort, and glanced at Mo Chen beside the bed.

"Are you awake?" Seeing that Fu Chuxi opened his eyes, Mo Chen quickly asked, "Is there anything uncomfortable, do you want the military doctor to come and take a look for you? Or do you want to drink some water?"

Fu Chuxi moved her lips, his voice was very soft, Mo Chen leaned down and put his ear to his lips, and only then did he hear him say: "Why are you here so early again... don't let people sleep peacefully..."