C120 09 Exterminating the Great Vanguard Army(2)

Big Autumn replied dejectedly, "I accompanied him until midnight when he rushed to the outer room to put out the lights. After lying down for a short while, he was woken up by a cough." He put away the things in his hands and took the tray over. "Young Master Hua, quickly go in. Right now, it's only you who's listening to a few words."

"What's the use of my words?" Fu Hua said helplessly, "As long as Big Brother Ye doesn't return, Ting Zhi's illness won't recover. It's just forcing him to drink some bitter medicine." Although he said so, the master and servant still entered the cabin.

"Big Brother is here." However, for the next few days, Fu Ting's already skinny face was so thin that even his chin was pointed. "I feel better today. Help me diagnose my pulse again."

Fu Hua smiled and answered. He extended his hand and cut his pulse. "There are no changes to the pulse..." As he spoke, he asked Qiu Dynasty to bring the medicine whose temperature was about the same. "Drink the medicine first."

Just as he was about to drink the medicine, he suddenly heard a shout from outside the cabin. "General Ye is back. Quickly go and report to Young Master Ting. General Ye is back."

Inside the cabin, Fu Ting pushed the medicine bowl in the Qiu Dynasty's hand away. "Quickly listen -" Following that, there was a heart-wrenching cough.

"Young Master Ting?" Someone knocked on the door outside the cabin.

The Qiu Dynasty hurriedly opened the door. A soldier from the Count's Residence stood outside. "Young Master Ting, General Ye and General Zhang have returned with a great victory. The warship is only half an arrow away from us."

"Do you see any injuries?" Fu Ting struggled to get down from the bed. "Hurry up and change my clothes... Cough cough..."

"Ting Zhi!" Fu Hua held him down. "Since he has returned, we will be able to see him immediately. You are not allowed to go out due to the hot weather and the strong wind on the river surface, Fu Hua said as he held him down: Since he has returned, we will be able to see him immediately." He turned his head." What are you waiting for? Hurry up and go greet Brother Ye. "

The Qiu Dynasty quickly responded and went with the soldiers. Fu Zhizhi held his chest and waved his hand with a flushed face. "Brother, you don't have to guard me..." He panted for a while and said, "The soldiers have returned. There are many injured soldiers. You, you..."

Fu Hua naturally knew that there would be many injured people waiting for him to take care of. He took the medicine bowl to his hand and said, "When you drink the medicine, I will go." Seeing that he finished drinking the medicine and rinsed his mouth, he said, "Brother Ye will go back when he speaks. You rest first." He stared at Fu Ting, who had covered himself with the blanket and laid down. Then, he hurried out of the warehouse and left.

Fu Ting was lying in the bed, listening to the movements outside with his sharp ears. Suddenly, a trace of surprise flashed across his eyes. His body flipped over, and he sat up. He used one hand to support the bed, and his eyes stared straight at the warehouse door.

"Ting Zhi -" The warehouse door opened, and the tall figure standing in front of the door was precisely the person who had missed him day and night: "Ting Zhi." It was another warm and full of longing call.

Fu Ting tried his best to support his body. He moved his lips a few times and finally said, "You're back..."

Ye Qingcheng rushed into the cabin: "I'm back." Before he could finish speaking, he hugged the person in his arms: "Why are you sick... How can you be so thin?"

Fu Ting struggled as he reached out his hand to hold Ye Qingcheng's face. "I've finally brought you back..." A gust of wind blew from outside the cabin, causing another burst of coughs. "Door - Door -"

Ye Qingcheng quickly got up and closed the door: "Pavilion, Pavilion, Pavilion." He hurriedly pulled Ye Qingcheng back into his embrace and stroked his back: "Are you feeling better? Do you feel better? "

As if he was about to cough out his lungs, Fu Zhizhi trembled as he pointed at the warm pot beside the bed. "Water..."

Ye Qingcheng quickly poured a cup and smelled a medicinal scent: "What tea is this?"

"Grass..." The pavilion took the cup and drank it. Its eyes were locked onto Ye Qingcheng's face: "Cough cough, this is the best." Then, it smelled the blood on Ye Qingcheng's body: "Why are you injured?" He propped himself up and wanted to look: "Where are your injuries? Are they serious? Hurry up and let me see. "

"It's fine." Ye Qingcheng hurriedly stopped her: "It's just a minor injury. It has been bandaged along the way." He rolled up his sleeve again to let her see: "Look, it's just a minor injury."

"Qingcheng..." The pavilion shook his hand and gently caressed the wound through the cloth. His eyes were red as he leaned into Ye Qingcheng's embrace. After a long time, he choked and said: "We won." You have also returned, and have returned to my side in one piece.

"Yes, we won." Ye Qingcheng rubbed his chin on the top of the pavilion, "It was all thanks to the pavilion's amazing plan that we lost three times more than our army." At the same time, he sighed in his heart. Only this person could remain calm after returning to his side. All the difficulties, all the feelings, and all the pain disappeared without a trace. The sorrowful cries of his compatriots no longer rang in his ears. The battlefield was covered in blood and he forgot everything.

There was no sound for a long time. When he looked down, he saw that the person in his arms had fallen asleep.

Coincidentally, the Qiu Dynasty had brought Ye Qingcheng's changed clothes in. "At least he fell asleep." After making the Talisman Pavilion comfortable together with Ye Qingcheng, he said: "Young Master Hua said that if he could have a good sleep, his illness would be thirty percent cured."

"Didn't the Pavilion Master sleep well?" Ye Qingcheng half-knelt in front of the bed, looking at Fu Ting's flushed face, "Are you worrying too much again?"

"Young Master's mind is heavy, but it is also the root of his illness..." The Qiu Dynasty once again picked up the stack of clothes and handed it to Ye Qingcheng, "The rear chamber has prepared a bath soup. This lowly one will serve General Ye to bathe first?"