Who took away my wealth

What the hell is this?

Ajia rubbed his eyes and looked at Song Qinian again. He saw Song Qinian sitting firmly on the bed. Although he was still frowning, his energy seemed to be good and he didn't look like he was going to die.

"Young Master? What's the matter with you? You just didn't return it..."

Song Qinian stared at him with disgust and lowered his voice, "Please keep your voice down. I just did it for Gu Yu to see. Am I going to die so easily? You all should be smart and don't expose me."

Ajia is stupid and doesn't understand Song Qinian's mysterious operation.

But both Agudamu and Old Wutou understood.

The young master of his family is here to play a cruel trick!

I am so proud that I am so proud that I am crying because of my care!

"I think if the young master doesn't recover from this injury, he will be cured himself."

Old Wu shook his head, wondering why young people today could even do such a thing.

Agudamu: "But young master, how did you get this injury? Weren't you still fine when we separated? And this arrow, isn't it the one you took away from me?"

In fact, Agudamu already had the answer in his heart, but he still didn't believe that the young master, who was usually so shrewd and considerate of the overall situation, would actually do such a childish thing.

Song Qinian looked serious, but said lightly: "I did it myself."

Everyone present: "..."

I can't bear to let the child catch the wolf.

How can I see Gu Yu's heart clearly if I don't want to play hard tricks.

At least Gu Yu's expression just now didn't look like he hated him or wanted him to die.

"Did you show it to His Majesty Nanling on purpose?"

"Yeah. So you all should be strict with your mouths. If anyone dares to tell me..."

Everyone shook their heads.

They don't dare.

Song Qinian frowned, glanced sideways at the arrow stuck in his shoulder, gritted his teeth and said, "Just pull it out."

Old Wu Tou: Is he really old or is the young master crazy and actually using his life to gain the attention of others?

If that little vixen from Nanling really knew the truth, I'm afraid there would be trouble.

"Let me go in and I'll take a look."

Gu Yu's voice came from the door.

Song Qinian had his eyes closed waiting for the military doctor to draw the arrow. When he heard Gu Yu's voice, he opened his eyes suddenly. He glanced at the people present. Everyone knew what he meant and closed their mouths tightly. , hanging his head without saying a word.

"Let him in!"

The soldiers at the door then let go and came in.

The man's eyes were red, like a rabbit that had just cried. He swallowed and stood a few steps away from Song Qinian, motionless.

Gu Yu saw that on Song Qinian's exposed shoulder, blood and flesh were flying, and it was covered with red blood. He didn't know where the blood was and where the flesh was.

On the other hand, Song Qinian was standing upright just now, but now he was leaning to the side, looking weak.

"Why is Your Highness here? It doesn't look good. Please get out."

Gu Yu's head shook like a rattle, and his voice sounded a little crying: "Can I be here?"

Song Qinian smiled vainly: "Your Highness can live wherever he wants. Everything here belongs to you."

Old Wu turned his head and rolled his eyes, looking shamelessly.

Aga:? ? ?

Agudamu: "..."

"Your Highness, I am about to pull out the arrow. Otherwise, you should go out to avoid seeing blood."

"I'm coming here. If it hurts you, bite my hand."

Gu Yu said that and walked over. When he walked in front of Song Qinian, he stretched out his arm in an awe-inspiring manner.

Song Qinian stared at Gu Yu's hand for a second, and controlled not to raise the corners of his mouth too obviously: "How can I bear to bite Your Highness."

After saying that, he used his uninjured hand to clasp Gu Yu's hand with his five fingers, inserted it between his fingers, and entangled with his.

"Your Highness just needs to hold my hand. As long as Your Highness is by my side, I won't be afraid of anything."

Everyone: "..."

I really feel like my eyes are blind and my ears can't hear at this moment.

This was the first time they had seen such an exciting scene.

Old Wutou twitched the corner of his mouth, pulled the beard around his mouth, and said:

"I'll get some wine."

Gu Yu stopped him nervously:

"Why don't you make some Ma Fei San?"

Old Wutou blinked and felt incredible: "That thing is so valuable, how can we have it? If so many soldiers are injured every day, how can we have so many of them if they are all used?"

"But isn't he your young master? Can't he be treated specially?"

"Myrrh, even if you want to give him special treatment."

Old Wu glanced at Song Qinian secretly, and saw him staring at the back of Gu Yu's head, smiling like an idiot, not afraid of others seeing his expression when they turned around.

The liquor was brought over, and the moment Gu Yu turned around, someone quickly suppressed his smile and coughed twice in response.

Gu Yu looked at his uncomfortable appearance and felt guilty in his heart.

"Be patient. There will be a lot of blood when you pull it out. This is normal. Don't be scared."

Old Wutou's serious explanation was not meant for those few people, but for Gu Yu.

"Can you please be gentle?"

As soon as Gu Yu finished speaking, Old Wu rolled his eyes and thought to himself that he was being pretentious. He pinched the broken arrow body and pulled out the arrow. Warm blood splashed out and fell on Gu Yu's face. on, almost blinding him.

Although it was not as serious as it appeared in front of Gu Yu, Song Qinian was still in pain.

He couldn't help but exert force on Gu Yu's hand. The veins in the corners of his eyebrows throbbed, his teeth clenched, and hissing sounds came out of his mouth.

"Are you ok?"

Song Qinian raised his eyes slightly, breathed quickly, opened his mouth, but said nothing, just leaned softly in Gu Yu's arms.

Old Wu Tou disinfected Song Qinian's wound with strong wine, applied medicine, and then wrapped it with a bandage. He glanced at the two tired and crooked people and ordered:

"Don't get water on the wound. Just apply medicine twice a day and wait for it to scab. However, there still needs to be someone to take care of it. Who among you will come, Aga Agudamu?"

Ajia was just about to say that he was here, but Song Qinian, who was in his arms, glared back.

"You two gentlemen probably can't take care of people well, so what should you do? If you don't get good care, the wound will become inflamed, which will be fatal, and you may die."

Old Wu Tou packed up his tools and didn't look at anyone when he spoke. He was very careless.

"I'll do it, I'll do it."

"Oh, it's best if you come. You Nanling people are more meticulous and can take care of patients."

Song Qinian rubbed his head against Gu Yu's head as if absentmindedly, and his voice was as weak as a terminally ill patient: "I'm causing trouble for you, Your Highness."