V2.Chapter 270

As the master and the servant were talking, they heard a sudden burst of noise outside the door, the intricate noise of footsteps, and the man's confused voice of calling "doctor" into their ears one by one.

On the street flower smell speech, immediately put down the tea in hand, got up and walked out.

As expected, in the spacious backyard, two ordinary soldiers dressed as men were supporting each other. Mojiang, who was full of blood, came in. They were followed by many soldiers. Each of them was more or less decorated, but they didn't know what was going on. As they walked along, they cried anxiously, "doctor, quick, go to the doctor, general It's not going to work! "

Mojiang, that is a qualified strong general.

On the street flower heart to Mo river or extremely appreciate, therefore, see him hurt to become such appearance, hurriedly follow forward, "I am a doctor, can save him, you quickly carry him in."

Moshanghua was the only woman in the army before. The whole army knew her and knew that she was a doctor. She could not care about other things when she heard the words. She nodded and sent Mojiang to the empty room.

"Qin Lin, go and get my medicine box." The flower on the street one side hastily keeps up, one side looks back to command a way.

Qin Lin nodded his head and ran back to the house where flowers were on the street. After a while, he took the medicine box back.

At this time, Mojiang has already lost the majesty of the day before yesterday.

The armor on his body has been taken off, but his clothes have been adhered to each other by blood stains, which can not be untied at all. He can't check the wound. The flower on the street saw that he took the scissors skillfully and cut all his clothes off.

Without the shelter of clothes, the flowers on the street can see clearly the wound on Mojiang.

I can see that he is often strong and strong body, at this time has been large and small, covered with all kinds of scars, including all kinds of sword wounds, knife wounds, and a lot of bruises. Some of the wounds are shallow and scabby, but some are still exuding a small amount of blood from time to time. The wound is particularly ferocious and terrifying. If you look at Mojiang's complexion, it is as white as paper, and can't hold up at any time.

What kind of battle has it experienced and what kind of willpower can we fight on with this broken body?

Mo Jiang's wound on the Mo river was startled. Her heart suddenly stood in awe. She began to deal with the wound in her hands. While she was dealing with the wound, she did not forget to say: "I can't leave now. Please come to a person to write down the prescription and quickly cook the medicine. However, your general's life will not be preserved."

The soldiers were busy pushing out a man and looking for a pen and paper in a hurry, "OK, OK, princess, you said."

"Ginseng, moxa wood, lotus heart..." Mo Shang Hua's eyes did not move from Mo Jiang's body, but still can accurately say the prescription.

When Yan Beicheng came in with the doctor, he happened to see such a scene. He felt helpless.

He wanted to let the stranger spend a good rest, but how can't she be idle, such a short time, and then to their own things, so she, really let him more and more heartache.

"You go to the West Wing room and see others first." Yan Beicheng turned his head and gave an order to the doctor around him. He simply found a place to sit in the house and quietly watched the flowers on the street to cure Mojiang.

When a person is serious, he is extremely charming. At the moment, the stranger flowers in Yan Beicheng's eyes are just like this.

Her attentive eyebrows and eyes, as well as the movements of her fingertips flying, fell in his eyes, as if with the special magic in the eyes of his eyes, which was particularly bewitching.

On the stranger at the moment, the whole mind is immersed in the treatment of patients, not aware of Yan Beicheng's eyes. So busy living enough nearly two hours of time, will Mojiang pull back from the ghost gate.

"Give him the medicine, and in another night, he should wake up. You should prepare some light food like porridge in advance, so that he won't be too hungry when he wakes up." The flower on the street wiped the sweat on his forehead, while telling the soldiers behind him.

The soldiers all nodded, and there was no prejudice against the flowers on the stranger.

The flower on the street was about to go out when she saw Yan Beicheng sitting at the table in the room, holding his chin and looking at her attentively.

"When did you come back?" On the street flower eyebrow tip light pick a few minutes, some surprised looking at Yanbei city.

"While you're treating general mo." Yan Beicheng stood up slowly and took her hand and went outside. "I think you have been busy just now. I think you haven't eaten yet. I'll take you to dinner."

Yanbeicheng pulled the perianth on the street, and he had to follow him at his feet. But seeing the sky outside, he couldn't help but wonder, "this big night, where to eat? Ah, you won't have to ask people to get up and cook in the middle of the night."

Yan Beicheng looked back helplessly, raised his hand on her forehead and said, "my princess, this is now in the city. There are restaurants outside."

The flower on the stranger touched the forehead that had been ordered by Yanbei City, and then the reaction came, "I forgot."

As soon as the voice dropped, the whole person was dragged forward by Yanbei city. This time, she was still in a daze, and suddenly Yanbei City dragged her forward and touched her wound.She can't help but take a breath and frown tightly.

"What's the matter?" Such a subtle voice, Yan Beicheng or immediately into the ear, busy looking back to see the harm to Mo, see her left hand is holding his right arm, frown tight look, immediately reaction, can not help but pat his head, "I even forget your injury, is not hurt you, the wound has no problem, do you want to go back to see?"

The flower on the street shook his head, the eyebrows spread out, "it's OK, just pulled."

However, as soon as her voice fell, she felt light, and the whole person had been beaten and held up by Yanbei City, "what are you going to do, Yanbei city? Let me down. "

At this time, although it was late, there were still some people on the street. The embrace of Yanbei City inevitably attracted the attention of pedestrians.

Yan Beicheng did not care about the general, not only refused to let go, but also swaggered on the street with her in his arms. "They like to see it. I just want to take my wife to dinner."

Between the words, is doting.

The flowers on the street stare at Yanbei city with endless tender eyes for a moment. The defense line in his heart seems to be completely relaxed at this moment, and his heart is completely softened.

Women are such strange creatures. Sometimes, they don't need to be magnificent. They may just be details in life. They can make their atrium turn into a piece.