On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

Yan Ruyu looked at General Wen and felt that his state was a bit similar to the first Rui Geer, but not exactly the same.

Rui Geer has no consciousness at all, like a puppet on strings, but General Wen is different. He doesn't seem to be completely unconscious, and he is very aggressive.

Yan Ruyu's heart sank as soon as the word "aggressive" came up.

Wen Zhiyan happened to walk up to General Wen and was about to reach out and touch him.

Yan Ruyu saw General Wen's cloudy eyes twitching slightly and blurted out: "Don't touch!"

Before he finished speaking, General Wen suddenly took action and struck Wen Zhiyan with a palm.

The distance was close and the attack was quick. Wen Zhiyan was completely unprepared and could not avoid it at all.

Wen Zhiyan felt a chill in his heart and had no strength to resist at all. Just as he was about to accept this blow, Li Jingyao grabbed his shoulders and dragged him away.

General Wen struck the air with his palm, and with a strange sound rolling in his throat, he launched another attack.

Li Jingyao dragged Wen Zhiyan to dodge left and right. After a few rounds, Li Jingyao shouted loudly: "Zhiyan! He is no longer the uncle Wen he used to be. Cheer up!"

Wen Zhiyan's heart felt like it had been severely torn into two halves, half filled with grief and half with shock.

But no matter what, he couldn't drag others to die together, so he had to fight back against his father.

Wen Zhiyan was most familiar with General Wen's tricks, and he remembered the past while fighting.

The father and son were sparring in the early morning sunshine. At first, he was too immature and could not even go five rounds under his father's hand. He was also frustrated and had self-doubt.

His father was strict, but he was also a loving father. He constantly encouraged and taught. Day after day, the young general of the Wen family finally grew up.

Brothers fighting, father and son went into battle, and their father and son became the bravest generals under King Zhennan.

Time passed, and fate played a huge malicious joke on him. Who would have thought that when father and son were sparring again, it would be like this.

Unknowingly, Wen Zhiyan had tears streaming down his face.

He was distracted and missed a move. Unfortunately, this time there was no father who could stop him, reach out and pull him up, and let him do it again.

His father's fist struck him directly in the face with a sound of wind and chill.

At the critical moment, General Wen's fist was less than three centimeters away from Wen Zhiyan's face. He suddenly stopped and stood there.

Huo Changhe stepped out from behind General Wen and let out a breath.

Wen Zhiyan swayed and realized that his legs were sore and painful from the forceful beating just now.

Li Jingyao was sweating slightly on his forehead and supported Wen Zhiyan: "Are you okay?"

Wen Zhiyan shook his head.

Huo Changhe turned to General Wen and his eyes fell on his neck.

There was a rag wrapped around his neck. It was so dirty that it was the same color as the clothes on his body. At first glance, he thought it was torn clothes.

He stretched out his hand and pulled it, and found that there was still a knot on one side. He couldn't untie it, so he had to use a dagger to cut it open.

Yan Ruyu also came over, and the four of them stood opposite General Wen.

It wasn't until Huo Changhe cut off the piece of cloth and held it in his hand that everyone realized that it should be something similar to a bandage.

With this thought, when I looked at General Wen's throat, I opened my eyes slightly in disbelief.

Wen Zhiyan's face turned pale: "Father..."

There was a gash in General Wen's throat. It was no longer the color of flesh and blood, but the flesh and blood could still be seen curled up. The wound was so hideous that some of the throat bones were exposed.

With such an injury... Yan Ruyu's eyes were slightly dark, and she probably wouldn't survive.

But why is General Wen still alive?

Yan Ruyu was also surprised for a moment and couldn't explain it.

Li Jingyao sighed softly: "My lord, what method did you use?"

Huo Changhe said: "I took a silver needle from the princess and stabbed a large hole behind General Wen."

Li Jingyao nodded and patted Wen Zhiyan on the shoulder: "I originally wanted to remind you that General Wen's situation... is somewhat abnormal, but I haven't had time to say anything yet."

Wen Zhiyan clenched his hands and bit his lip with his teeth, leaving deep teeth marks.

What should he say? What can be said?

My mind was in turmoil, and I couldn't think of anything to say when I looked at the strange father in front of me.

Wen Zhiyan's face was extremely ugly. He opened his mouth, spit out a mouthful of blood, and fell straight down.

"Zhiyan," Li Jingyao called him and hurriedly supported him.

Yan Ruyu stepped forward and felt his pulse: "It's not a big deal if the blood and qi attack the heart, but he was injured before and has not fully recovered yet. He needs to take good care of himself this time, otherwise, the root cause of the disease will easily fall."

Li Jingyao's eyes were deep: "General Wen is in this situation, how can he..."

Yan Ruyu herself was injured now, and Li Jingyao knew that now was not the time to talk about this.

Huo Changhe glanced at Xiang Guang and others standing not far away, and motioned to Xiang Guang to come forward.

"Be careful, carry him down," Huo Changhe thought for a moment, and although he couldn't bear it, he still ordered, "Lock your hands and send someone to watch him. The person watching should not be too close and prepare signal arrows."

Xiang Guang nodded and said, "My subordinate will take care of it personally, so the prince can rest assured."

Xiang Guang also knew General Wen, and was extremely shocked by the scene in front of him. He also knew that the matter should not be leaked.

Huo Changhe stopped talking, picked up Yan Ruyu, and quickly went to treat the injury.

Yan Ruyu whispered: "Your Majesty, I injured my shoulder, not my leg."

Huo Changhe's muscles tensed: "I know."

Yan Ruyu had no choice but to relax and lean on his chest. Anyway, it was really painful and she didn't want to walk.

Lean against him and look at his jaw. He should be clenching his teeth at this time, his cheeks are tense, his jaw is smooth, and he looks extremely serious.

Yan Ruyu spoke softly: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, my injury will be fine."

Huo Changhe didn't say anything, and made a very light "hmm" in his nose.

Arriving next to Wen Zhiyan's courtyard, Huo Changhe opened the door and went in, putting Yan Ruyu on the bed.

Just as Yan Ruyu was about to move, Huo Changhe held her down gently: "Don't move, I'll do it."

Knowing that he wouldn't be relieved if he didn't see it with his own eyes and apply the medicine himself, Yan Ruyu simply let him go.

Huo Changhe took off his clothes and exposed his injured shoulder. Although Huo Changhe was mentally prepared, he still frowned fiercely when he saw the large bruises.

Yan Ruyu's skin is as beautiful as snow. She has fair skin and loves bruises. If she bumps into her accidentally, she will become bruised and swollen.

Not to mention that after being hit so hard this time, most of the shoulder was already red and swollen. The blue on the edge ranged from shallow to deep, and the blood vessels in some places were slightly purple.

Just looking at it makes me feel excruciating pain.

Huo Changhe's eyes were gloomy and his expression was fierce, but he moved his hands as gently as possible as he applied medicine to Yan Ruyu.

The ointment was so cold that Yan Ruyu was so excited that she was shaking, and her skin was covered in goosebumps.

Huo Changhe made a movement and looked deeper: "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt, just a little cold," Yan Ruyu smiled at him, "It's okay, don't worry."

"Yu'er, stop saying it's okay. The more you say it, the more I blame myself. How I wish this injury was on me."