Mr. Fu ran away again today

This night, I don't know if it was because of being too tired, or because of Mo Chen sitting beside the bed, but Fu Chuxi slept soundly until dawn without a dream.

When Fu Chuxi woke up, Yang Lang was in the tent. Seeing that Fu Chuxi was awake, he twisted a hot cloth to wipe his face.

Fu Chuxi sat up, took the cloth towel and applied it to her face, took it off after a while, and asked, "Is there any movement in Beidi?"

Yang Lang said: "Not yet, but it should be soon, Your Highness can rest for a while after breakfast."

After Fu Chuxi washed up, she took the medicine bowl from Yang Lang and asked, "Where's Mo Chen?"

Yang Lang said: "When the subordinate came down just now, Island Master Mo was no longer there."

Fu Chuxi didn't ask too much: "Got it, go and cook the medicine I asked you to cook last night, and cook it again."

Yang Lang responded and was about to go out when the tent door was lifted. Mo Chen entered with a wine jar, and when he saw Fu Chuxi woke up, he turned and left.

"Come back to me!" Fu Chuxi said.

Mo Chen couldn't escape in time, so he had to stop and laugh a few times: "That...good morning!"

Fu Chuxi sat on the bed, wearing a long robe, glanced at Mo Chen and said, "Island Master Mo is so excited, did you drink it early in the morning?"

Yang Lang gleefully glanced at Mo Chen and went out.

Seeing that Fu Chuxi's tone was not friendly, Mo Chen obediently put the wine jar on the ground beside him and said, "I drank a couple of sips when I was thirsty. Mr. Fu just woke up, do you want some hot tea to moisten your throat?"

As Mo Chen said, he went to the table and poured a cup of hot tea for Fu Chuxi, and brought it to the bedside.

Fu Chuxi took it, took a sip and said, "Island Master Mo also knows that drinking tea is not wine when you are thirsty?"

Island Master Mo adjusted his breath all night, and knowing that Fu Chuxi didn't hate him, and even cared about him, the anger and temper that dared to hate Fu Chuxi last night had disappeared before dawn. The son couldn't help being cowardly again.

"I drink tea too." Mo Chen quickly poured himself another cup, raised his glass to Fu Chuxi, "I respect——"

Fu Chuxi said: "Respect me? I think it's better not to drink until Island Master Mo's internal injuries are completely healed."

Now in this barracks, Fu Chuxi is the commander. If he speaks, who will dare to give him alcohol in the future?Island Master Mo scolded bitterly, if he had known that he would not be in a hurry to come back to see him when he got the wine, he might as well have had a good drink outside.

Breakfast was delivered quickly, Mo Chen moved the short table to the bed, and let Fu Chuxi sit on the bed and eat breakfast.

After breakfast, Island Master Mo was watched by Fu Chuxi and poured a bowl of bitter medicine, and continued to meditate on the bed to adjust his breath.Fu Chuxi didn't sleep anymore, leaning on the bed and reading a book on war.

At noon, news came from the front that there was movement in the Beidi barracks.

Hearing this, Fu Chuxi immediately got up and asked Yang Lang to change his clothes. When Fu Chuxi was fully dressed, Yang Lang said, "Your Highness, please rest in the tent for a while, and invite Your Highness when we leave."

Fu Chuxi responded, sat down by the bed and closed her eyes to rest and wait.

"Are you going to fight?" Mo Chen asked.

From his indifferent voice, Fu Chuxi could tell that he was still adjusting his breath.

"Well. I'll leave in a while, you stay here, don't run around." Fu Chuxi said.

Mo Chen said: "I will go with you."

Fu Chuxi tilted his head to look at Mo Chen. Mo Chen pressed his palms down, finished adjusting his breath, opened his eyes and looked at him and said, "You said last night that you can negotiate with Beidi after capturing Prince Beidi, maybe you don't have to fight anymore." gone."

Fu Chuxi was slightly taken aback, seeing his serious look, her heart felt warm.

But after thinking about it, he said rationally: "You shouldn't use your true energy if your internal injuries are still unhealed, and it is clearly written in the island regulations of Mochen Island that disciples of Mochen Island are not allowed to interfere in the affairs of the government."

Mo Chen just finished adjusting his internal breath, and his whole body exuded a detached aura like a monk in meditation, and his words seemed to float over: "I don't interfere with the affairs of the government, I only help you."

Mo Chen paused and said: "The island rules also say that if there is a natural disaster and the people are caught in fire and water, the disciples of Mochen Island are not allowed to stand by and ignore the lives of others."

Fu Chuxi said: "You also said that if there is a natural disaster, the war is not a natural disaster, but a man-made disaster. According to the island's regulations, at least fifty lashes will be used, right?"

Whenever the whip is mentioned, Mo Chen's back hurts.He is probably the head of the sect who has been beaten the most.

"Uh..." Mo Chen stood up, glanced reluctantly at the wine jar on the ground, and then at Fu Chuxi, but in the end he didn't dare to take it, so he had to pour himself a glass of water, "Whatever, anyway, even if they know You have to wait for me to go back before you can beat me, and I will deal with Prince Beidi for you first!"

On this day, Master Mo kept his word. He rode a war horse and went straight to the opposing commander when the two armies clashed.Mo Chen had a clear goal, he didn't love fighting but only arresting people. As a result, before the battle started, Mo Island Master knocked out the opponent's coach Beidi Prince Murong Yuan and brought him back.

In this way, the morale of the generals of the Dafeng Kingdom was greatly boosted, and under Fu Chuxi's command, they beat the Beidi soldiers to the ground.

This battle was just won.

Back at the camp, the morale of the whole army was high, and Fu Chuxi asked Prince Beidi to favor him, so he took Mo Chen back to the main tent.

When Mo Chen captured Bei Murong Yuan, he was attacked by a crowd. Although he was agile, he still got a knife from Murong Yuan. The blade was stopped by the sword in time. Fortunately, he only scratched the flesh of his left shoulder, not the bone.

"You're injured." Fu Chuxi took out the medicine box, "Sit down, and I'll help you bandage the wound."

Mo Chen untied his belt and pulled his left arm out of the sleeve. The wound on his left shoulder was bleeding all the time. Fu Chuxi first took a clean cloth and asked him to hold the wound.

Mo Chen pressed the wound and said: "It's just a small wound, are you okay? Is the wound open?"

"It's okay. I just rode a horse and stopped behind. I didn't go into battle to kill the enemy." Fu Chuxi removed the cloth covering the wound, applied the medicine, and changed another cloth to hold it down.

"Pass me the cloth," Fu Chuxi said.

Mo Chen reached out and handed the cloth strip in the medicine box to Fu Chuxi. Fu Chuxi shook off the cloth strip and was about to bandage Mo Chen's wound. When he lowered his head, he saw a scar on Mo Chen's upper left chest, and the same scar on Mo Chen's back. There is also a scar where it is.

"Is this injury caused during the martial arts competition with Molang?" Fu Chuxi asked.

Mo Chen lowered his head and took a look: "Well, if A Lang's sword hadn't been merciful at that time and moved the sword up three points, what was stabbed would be the heart."

Fu Chuxi asked: "Molang's martial arts are so high, or is your martial arts too poor?"

Mo Chen stared angrily: "My swordsmanship is so good! If I only fight with swordsmanship, I still have a chance to win, that is, my internal strength is a little bit behind him... just a little..."

Fu Chuxi said: "Every time Elder Gao tells you not to focus only on swordsmanship, you must also practice your inner strength and mind skills. If the foundation is not stable, how did you build a tower?"

"Understood, in the future I will practice more inner skills and mental skills." Mo Chen muttered, remembering something, and asked, "Do you know why Ah Lang is merciful to me?"

Fu Chuxi: "Why?"

Mo Chen said solemnly: "Because I invited him to drink, we are friends. Mr. Fu, wine is a good thing, if there is no wine, I-oh-"

When Fu Chuxi exerted force, Mo Chen howled in pain.

"It's the doctor's order to stop drinking before the injury recovers." Fu Chuxi warned, "If I find out that someone gave you alcohol, I can't spare them."

When Mo Chen heard this, he lay down on the table depressed, and looked at Fu Chuxi with a pitiful look.

Fu Chuxi pretended not to see it, put away the medicine box, and took off the armor on his body. Seeing this, Mo Chen didn't pretend to be pitiful, and quickly got up to help him remove the armor.

"You move gently, don't pull the wound." Mo Chen put the armor on the wooden frame beside him and said, "Lie down and rest, don't move around."

Fu Chuxi said yes and sat on the bed, looked at Mo Chen and said, "Yang Lang will bring your medicine in a while. After you drink the medicine, you can adjust your breathing here for a while, and then go back to rest in the tent. There is one more thing you want to do at night." Please."

"Why are you and I so polite?" Mo Chen said with a smile, "What's the matter?"

"Beidi and the others will come to rob Murong Yuan tonight, you guard him for me, don't worry about what happens outside, just keep him from being robbed." Fu Chuxi said.

Mo Chen nodded: "I see, you can lie down quickly, the abdominal wound recovers slowly, so you should avoid moving around."

Fu Chuxi lay down on the bed except for his outer robe, and Mo Chen straightened the quilt for him, and he was not polite, and sat at the end of his bed to adjust his breath.

When Yang Lang brought the medicine in, Mo Chen opened his eyes first, and he made a silent gesture to Yang Lang, then got out of bed, and walked over to drink the medicine.

"How is His Highness's wound?" Yang Lang asked.

"It's not cracked. It's probably because I've been too tired for the past few days, so I fell asleep." Mo Chen took the medicine bowl, held his breath and drank the medicine. After drinking the medicine, he asked, "Where do I live? It's still the tent from yesterday." ?"

Yang Lang said: "Yes, Island Master Mo goes to rest first, I'll have someone prepare some food and wine for you."

When Mo Chen heard the word "drinks and wine", he was overjoyed: "Thank you, Mr. Yang."

Yang Lang said: "Don't dare."

Full of joy, Mo Chen wanted to go back to wait for the food and drink, but finally he took a step, and heard the person on the bed say quietly: "Pass my order, anyone in the entire military camp who dares to give him a sip of wine will be dealt with by military law."