Investing in the Rebirth of the Empress, She Called Me Husband

The lights in the Qingmu Camp were bright.

Soldiers kept bringing in cartloads of spoils and wounded soldiers from outside the camp. The militia was cleaning up the battlefield outside. The camp seemed even busier after the battle.

Although busy, there was a sense of prosperity.

Outside the central army tent, many generals and soldiers gathered outside the tent, nervously looking inside.

"What happened to Young Master Li?"

"When Fairy Han brought him back, he looked scary."

"He must not be in any trouble. If it weren't for him, we wouldn't be standing here now."

"Good people will be blessed by heaven. Young Master Li may be the top of the Hidden Dragon List in the future. How could he fall in the camp when thousands of troops have come out to kill him?"

"I have to see him wake up before I can feel at ease."

There were many soldiers outside, but they didn't dare to talk loudly. They all stared nervously into the tent.

Inside.

Our young hero Li, who is now known as the peerless hero, is now lying on the bed, his face is a little pale, and his breathing is very light.

The old military doctor was taking Li Mo's pulse. After a while, he stroked his long beard and sighed.

Ying Bing frowned slightly.

When she wiped Li Mo's body just now, she also checked him. He just looked horrible, but it was not at the critical moment of life and death, and it was not so serious that no medicine could cure it.

What does sigh mean?

Qu Sheng coughed and asked:

"How is it?"

"Young Master Li's body is really a gift from heaven. After such a great battle, it's just that his meridians are damaged and his strength is exhausted. He will be full of energy again after resting for a while. Command you..."

"I'll talk about my business later. I'll prescribe medicine for Young Master Li first."

Qu Sheng finally breathed a sigh of relief and stopped the old military doctor from continuing.

"Young Master Li, this disease can be cured by taking some warm and nourishing medicine."

The old military doctor wanted to say something but stopped, so he had to write while he was talking.

Just as he finished speaking, soldiers outside ran to get medicine.

Some need to be decocted, while others have been boiled in the army and can be taken with water for emergency use.

After doing all this, he looked at Qu Sheng.

"Commander, you..."

"Go out and talk."

Qu Sheng stood up, opened the big tent and went out, but as soon as he opened the door, he stopped.

There were more soldiers than he had imagined.

There was a huge crowd outside, thousands of soldiers, but no sound had been made before.

I'm afraid that all the soldiers and generals who did not have logistics work have come.

With such a reputation, I'm afraid that even if the prince came in person, it would not be much better. He saw his own figure in the eyes of these people.

Back then, the prince led them to kill a disaster beast demon king. What Li Mo did today, how much more?

I am afraid that if Li Mo raises his arm and calls, the brothers will follow him and go through fire and water...

As long as this young hero Li is alive and flies higher and higher, the brothers will have hope in their hearts.

The Qingmu Camp will not be dispersed.

"Commander, how are you?"

"Has young hero Li woke up?"

Anxious but suppressed inquiries.

Qu Sheng cleared his throat and did not answer the first question. He comforted:

"Young hero Li has not woken up yet, but it's okay. He will wake up as long as he takes good care of himself."

The voice fell.

The heavy air seemed to be a little lighter, and each iron-blooded man showed a relieved look.

Qu Sheng looked back at the tent and said:

"Okay, everyone go and rest, Miss Ying is treating Li Shaoxia's injuries."

"If there is nothing to do, go make dumplings. It's almost the winter solstice, let's eat together."

After that, he took the old military doctor away.

Walking to an empty place, there were not many people in this place, and it was already covered in silver.

Walking into the snow in a white dress, like a white horse in reeds, the white and confusing figure looked even thinner.

Qu Sheng turned around and asked softly:

"Do you think this general is about to die?"

"You just need to take good care of yourself..."

The military doctor wanted to comfort him, but under Qu Sheng's eyes, he said honestly:

"This winter."

Commander Qu seemed to have only white hair, but in fact he was like a burnt dead wood, and ordinary life-extending drugs were useless.

He knew that the Imperial Capital or those hidden clans might have a magical object that could seize the fortune of heaven and earth, and it might be effective.

But those magical objects were all priceless treasures.

Qu Sheng lowered his eyelids, calm about the impending death, he looked up at the silver moon in the snow:

"Before the prince comes back, this matter can only be known by you and me."

Since ancient times, famous generals are like beauties, and they are not allowed to see white hair in the world.

But those who resist the arrival of this day, no matter how romantic they are, will gradually become like demons, such as Han Zhen.

He will not be such a person.

....

In front of the central army tent.

Some soldiers were reluctant to leave, but the medicine had been boiled by Ying Bing and brought in.

As the wind blew in the tent, the curtain was lifted a little.

But the woman, who looked like the cold moon hanging high outside, touched the spoon with her broken jade lips, and then gently blew the medicine inside to cool it down, and fed it into Li Mo's mouth.

"Why don't we go?"

"Child, listen to my advice, let's go back and make dumplings."

"Brother, I can turn the dumpling skin, let's go together."

"Okay, let's go back and make dumplings together!"

The soldiers left in a whimper.

When they left, they even turned down the curtain of the central army tent and helped to tie it up, so that the cold wind outside could not blow it open.

Inside the tent.

Ying Bing finished feeding him the medicine and took out the ointment to apply to him.

Her eyes were heavy, and her white fingers gently touched the scars on his body. She knew that these scars that looked scary were not fatal, but the white teeth biting her lips became harder and harder.

It must hurt.

If she had condensed the form of all birds and gathered the Phoenix God today, how could she, who used the real Phoenix feathers, let him charge into battle alone?

I wish she was stronger.

The cold little hand that wiped the scars gently stroked his face, his mouth, nose, eyes...

Suddenly, his lips opened and closed, and he uttered a very faint dream talk.

"Bingtuozi, this battle is over, we won."

"Where is the gift you promised me...?"

Ying Bing's fingers curled slightly, and her distressed eyes suddenly became complicated and incomprehensible.

He just took the head of the army, beheaded the generals and seized the flags, but he was talking in his sleep?

What a peerless hero...

He is still a childish ghost.

At this moment.

A familiar voice suddenly sounded in my ears:

[Listing all geniuses in the southern border...]

[Comparing the host's combat power...]

Ying Bing was stunned.

There have been too many major events recently, causing her to ignore them.

She opened the system ranking herself, and calculated the days. Today is indeed the time for comparison.

Combat power is calculated based on the current recent and future strength for a period of time.

Ying Bing looked at Li Mo. His current injury obviously cannot be recovered in a short time.

Doesn't that mean.....

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ps: I applied for two updates today and went to bed early. Please approve it. I have to get up early tomorrow and write the outline of the next big plot.

Xiao Pujie has never asked for leave to stop updating. Occasionally, I need to take a break between updates to change my mind and read a book (I swear on my chastity that I definitely don’t go to play Black Monkey!)

Please charge the battery, muah!