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"Does it hurt?" Yu Wenzhe pulled him up, Ye Donglan's legs still couldn't use his strength, and he leaned towards Yu Wenzhe, resting his chin on Yu Wenzhe's shoulder, Yu Wenzhe's tears slid down his neck and into his eyes collar.

The scorching skin was stung by the cool tears. He subconsciously raised his hand to hug Yu Wenzhe, but he was worried that the blood on his body would stain Yu Wenzhe, so he fell powerlessly, and closed his eyes tiredly in Yu Wenzhe's arms. .

"Ye Donglan." He yelled, but no one answered, his mother's cry came from behind him, he tilted his head slightly, and saw his sister lying in his mother's arms, he was tired, his eyes were absent-minded, and he didn't make any movement.

Yu Wenting was taken away for treatment, and his subordinates raised their swords to kill a few people. One person raised his sword beside Yu Wenzhe. Yu Wenzhe was exhausted and brought three people with him. He couldn't fight these people at all. In a desperate fight, he just bent his lips and hugged the unconscious Ye Donglan into his arms.

At the critical juncture, with a few noises, several arrows flew over and shot through the man holding the sword. The man's blood splashed on Yu Wenzhe's profile, and then fell beside him. Afterwards, those people fell to the ground one after another. Zhe turned his head and looked over, several people were riding horses, holding bows and arrows in their hands, and at the end there was a plain white flag, which was the symbol of Jiang's army, and it was the most elite cavalry battalion of Jiang's army.

The battalion commander of the cavalry battalion came to Yu Wenzhe in time, and the people below dealt with the traitors. The battalion commander saluted, "I am late, please leave with me, Your Majesty, and the military doctor will be there for His Royal Highness Lan and King Lan at the inn ahead." Her Royal Highness, heal."

Yu Wenzhe nodded, the man bent down to help Yu Wenzhe lift Ye Donglan up, but Yu Wenzhe hid himself and said softly, "Get out of the way."

"He's a light sleeper, you have rough hands and feet, don't disturb him." Yu Wenzhe lowered his voice, and it was already a little hoarse, it always sounded sad and heart-wrenching, he struggled to lift Ye Dong up Lan, almost exhausted all his strength, tears fell down again, and the whole person was in a mess.

The battalion commander of the cavalry battalion didn't dare to say more, and he didn't dare to start again. He just followed behind Yu Wenzhe and carefully protected the two of them. Yu Wenzhe staggered and nearly fell to the ground.

"Thank you." Yu Wenzhe didn't turn his head.

When he arrived at the posthouse, Yu Wenzhe ignored his injuries and insisted on asking the military doctor to treat Ye Donglan first.

"Your Majesty's injury won't last long. Your Majesty just asks someone to apply this medicine to you." The military doctor had no choice but to give Yu Wenzhe the wound medicine in his hand, and turned to check Ye Donglan's injury.

Ye Donglan ran back and forth, the black and blue under the eyelids were wider than the eyes, his face was pale, stained with blood.

After checking what was in his hand, the military doctor cut Ye Donglan's robe short with scissors, exposing his bloody knees and swollen and purple calves.

The military doctor frowned, "His Royal Highness Lan's legs and scripts are not flexible. Now that the old injury has recurred and he has knelt on such a rough ground for so long and is dragged away, I am afraid it will take some time to recover."

"If you can recover, give it to me, and I can wait."

"Yes."

The military doctor raised his sleeves to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and carefully wrapped Ye Donglan's wound with a bandage carefully.

Another medical officer was in another room to diagnose Yuwen Miaoyin and the Queen Mother.

When the crowd dispersed, Yu Wenzhe raised his hand to pick up the sweat towel on the basin beside him, and helped Ye Donglan wipe the sweat from his forehead and chapped lips.

Ye Donglan seemed to be waking up, muttering his name in a low voice,

Yu Wenzhe felt a little distressed, and his heart was sour. Even if Ye Donglan fell asleep, he was not at peace.