For the emperor

When Cang Jinglan woke up faintly, his eldest son was lowering his head and using the chopsticks dipped in spirits to check his wriggling intestines along the opening in his stomach. (While writing this sentence, I suddenly felt that I have too much taste...)

Cang Tiansu sensed that the person under him had a tendency to move, and he was glad that he had tied the person's limbs to the foot of the bed in advance, otherwise his previous efforts would have been in vain if he struggled.

"The incident happened suddenly. I didn't prepare painkillers. You should bear with it." The burning knife directly touches the delicate inner flesh, what kind of pain should it be?

Cang Tiansu lowered his head and calmed the smile on the corner of his mouth, and said: "Fortunately, the intestines were not cut, as long as the wound on the stomach is sewed up."

Emperor Cang Jing's bloodless face turned even paler, and he stared at him with wide eyes, sweating profusely from the pain, and couldn't even utter a word.

Of course it hurts.Cang Tiansu took a closer look at his embarrassing situation at this time. In order to prevent infection, the knife used to dig out the arrowheads was roasted on the fire, and it creaked as soon as it touched the meat. A burnt smell.

As a normal man, Cang Tiansu does not have the habit of carrying embroidery needles with him. When suturing wounds, he can only use thin blades cut into small strips instead. No matter how thin it is, it is thicker than normal needles.

Even if it was tied tightly, Cang Jinglan's whole body convulsed violently when he injected the needle.

It was the first time for Cang Tiansu to engage in this kind of thing, and he had only heard about "surgery" from Li Mi before. He had lived in the military camp for several years, and he had studied it for a while when he had nothing to do. It's hard to say whether it will be successful or not. .

This kind of operation is actually very particular. It is not enough to just sew the skin together, but also consider the inner flesh, otherwise it will take a lot of time to heal.After a few stitches, Cang Tiansu straightened up with sweat profusely, and rubbed his wet palms on the clothes, trying to wipe off the damp and cold.

He applied the smashed Tripterygium wisteria on the wound, tore the hem into strips with the width of a handkerchief, soaked them in strong wine, and thought about taking off the tripterygium wisteria for a quarter of an hour before bandaging it for Emperor Jing.

Whether this person survived or not is another matter. Fortunately, there are only two people here. If they really die, they will be thrown into the pile of corpses and set on fire, and no one will find out.

What he is currently doing is only basic external anti-inflammatory measures, without the "antibiotics" that Li Mi said is indispensable for surgery, and largely depends on Cang Jinglan's own immunity and resistance.

Cang Tiansu stared at the fainted man, walked to the corner and sat on the floor with an indifferent face, twitching the corners of his mouth sarcastically, for a moment he couldn't tell whether he wanted him to survive, or hoped that he would never wake up again.

When Cang Jinglan was still the crown prince and needed to accumulate military merits, he used to go out with the army and won a few small-scale victories, but he always hid far behind the army, and had never suffered such a serious injury.

Just like Cang Tiansu, he would rather spend several times his efforts to beat around the bush to get more than a dozen generals to accept him, rather than join the battlefield and expose himself to the blind sword.

Great military exploits are not as important as their own lives, everything can be done slowly, and survival is the first prerequisite for all conspiracies and dirty deals.

Cang Tiansu looked at Cang Jinglan's bloody limbs and his bitten lower lip during the struggle, and thought of Li Renqiang's gnashed "You are indeed his son" in his mind, and was stunned for a while. Of course.

Two hours later, Cang Jinglan finally woke up.When he just opened his eyes, he was still a little dazed, but after a while, all the emotions that were exposed have faded away.

Emperor Cang Jing shook his untied limbs, and slowly turned his head to look at Cang Tiansu, who was staring in this direction with cold eyes. The sweat stuck to his eyelids, and his vision was just a blur, vague and indistinct, and he couldn't see clearly: "I'm still alive ?” The voice was hoarse and noisy.

Cang Tiansu was a little disappointed, did everyone who walked through the gate of hell wake up with this sentence?He thought the man in front of him could be somewhat creative.

Emperor Cang Jing took his life back, and he felt that he should eat something good to celebrate and supplement his nutrition. In addition, he was pampered and was extremely particular about basic necessities of life, food, housing and transportation, and was even more picky about food.In the past few days, I have great expectations for diet.

In this state of mind, Cang Jinglan, who has lived as an emperor for more than ten years among tens of thousands of people, finally got angry again after seeing the unchanging rice soup served in front of him for [-] consecutive meals.

Is there any mistake? Emperor Jing felt extremely wronged. He bled so much for nothing, and his body was so weak that he was so weak that it would be fine if he didn’t give him a big tonic. After eating so many meals, you boy would not even let me see a grain of rice. arrive.

Each meal consisted of two bowls of rice soup, which were digested in less than an hour.It's not the scariest thing to digest cleanly, his belly can't just go in and out, and Cang Tian has no expression on his face and maintains the work of urinating twice an hour.

For Emperor Cang Jing, the greatest shame in life is nothing more than this.Emperor Cang Jing protested tactfully many times, and also went on hunger strike.

Unexpectedly, Cangtiansu didn't like him at all.If he is willing to drink the soup honestly, Cangtiansu will be fed spoonful by spoonful;

No.20 Cang Jinglan, whose jaw was roughly removed six times and opened his throat, burst into tears in his heart, and finally accepted the cruel fact—to deal with a poor man who could only lie on the bed and lay dead, with no power to fight back People, his eldest son obviously does not have the awareness to respect the old, love the young and treat the disabled.

In Cang Jinglan's 35 years of life, he has always been the object of the stars, the sun, the moon and the stars, only revolve around him. As if being slapped on the face with a brick, I felt as uncomfortable as I was.

When the wound was almost healed, Cang Tiansu started to remove the stitches for him.

This time is different from the last time when he was unconscious. Cang Jinglan watched clearly as his elder son roasted a thin blade on the fire, poured spirits on it, and white smoke curled up from the tip of the blade. Scatter upward.

After a long preparation work, His Majesty Jingdi of Cangguo was already chilled from head to sole, not to mention the process of removing the stitches, the pain was terribly painful, but for the sake of face, he had to refrain from making a sound, enough. A sin that is worse than death.

Cang Jinglan has never suffered any injuries since he was a child, and he can count the number of times he scratched his fingers in his life. Even being bitten by an ant on his toe when he was three or four years old, he regarded it as a major event in his life and kept it firmly in his mind. After suffering such a big crime this time, I already hated the person who made me like this.

Cang Jinglan didn't say how the majestic emperor of the Cang Kingdom appeared in the envoys, dressed as ordinary soldiers; how he clashed with the "rogue bandits", was shot by an arrow, and fell off the cliff. Cang Jinglan didn't say anything. Didn't ask either.

In the same way, how did General Zhenbei, who was supposed to stay in the Northwest Army camp honestly, come to this ghostly place, but luckily saved the current emperor without dying, Cang Jinglan didn't say anything Inquire about the meaning.

The two of them knew each other well, and carefully avoided the minefields of both sides. After a few days, except for the time of forced feeding and forced excretion, they got along pretty well.

Cang Tiansu would go to Taniguchi to check every hour to see if anyone chased him down and searched. After so many days, no trace of anyone walking was found, even Duan Yu lost the news.

After thinking about it carefully, Cang Tiansu paid attention to Emperor Cang Jing, who was yawning boredly on the bed every day, and finally found the answer to the doubt in his heart.

Emperor Cang Jing probably really planned to get rid of Duan Yu this time, and pretended to be among the envoys' guards. Firstly, he wanted to confirm Duan Yu's death with his own eyes, and he was afraid that he would mess something up. Secondly, he was afraid that there was something wrong with the imperial capital.

The three factions who had a dispute a few days ago probably haven't won the battle yet, otherwise, no matter who wins the final victory, they will definitely send people down to search for Emperor Jing's body.

The only doubt is what happened to allow such confidential news of the emperor's whereabouts to leak out.Apart from such serious national affairs, Cang Tiansu couldn't think of any reason to make Duan Yu be patient, and for fear of revealing that he was also in this valley, he didn't hear from him for such a long time.

After figuring out the joints involved, Cang Tiansu was terrified in his heart.In order to escape Duan Yu, he designed all kinds of possibilities and changes. It seems that there is no flaw, but it is not.

If Emperor Cang Jing sent an ordinary person, he would naturally not be able to discover the mystery, but if the emperor of a country condescends to come, he is really not sure that he can succeed in stealing the sky.

If there hadn't been a mistake in the middle, which completely disrupted Emperor Cang Jing's plan, General Duan might not know where his bones are buried now.

No. On the 12th day, a pair of white eagles raised by Duan Yu found him. A few years ago, Duan Yu, who had no choice but to scratch his head, took out this pair of eagles to present treasures, trying to keep the door out of the door. Mai's eldest prince of the Cang Kingdom lured him out of the camp.

Cang Tiansu took out the scroll from the bamboo tube on Bai Diao's leg, read it hastily, ignored the hints from Emperor Cang Jing who was scratching his head and flirting, and burned it with a blank face.

He took out special paper from the midsole of his shoes, bit his fingers, wrote a few words on each of the two sheets, sealed them again with bamboo tubes, fed some pieces of meat, and released the two carvings.

Cang Jinglan watched the two eagles fly away in two directions with cold eyes, and said indifferently: "I can't see it, but you have really made something famous."

The characters that Cang Tiansu just wrote were not from the Wuji Continent. Of course they were to prevent the two eagles from being intercepted on the way, but it was probably more to prevent him, his father who was standing by and watching.And obviously, besides the Northwest Army, his eldest son also has a second force under his command.

In just four years, under the nose of Xiaosi who served her personally, another team of troops could be developed without anyone noticing. Emperor Cang Jing looked on coldly at this moment, quite admiringly.

Cang Tiansu ignored his sarcasm, walked around twice in the small room where medicines and food were readily available, packed some necessary items, and said in his mouth: "You are playing a bit big this time, Chengguo suddenly launched an attack at Haishi yesterday, and sent troops Occupy this place. Your envoys and the [-] Northwest Army are outnumbered and forced to retreat. The two countries ceased fighting an hour ago." Now the soldiers who came to search from Chengguo may have reached the entrance of the valley.

As he spoke, he dragged Cang Jingdi, who had a reluctant expression on his face, out of the valley around the hidden trail that had been planned long ago.Fortunately, I originally planned to secretly send Duan Yu to Chengguo. Although due to the mobilization of Chengguo's manpower and the increased security, the manpower originally bought may not be useful, but the general course of action is still clear.

As long as he and Cang Jinglan can sneak into Chengguo smoothly and reach Yinsong, a small town two thousand miles away, he can follow the original arrangement and return safely from Yueguo to Cangguo.

Cang Tiansu had just given instructions to Duan Yu and Zhao Liu respectively, and it was up to the two teams to see if they were capable. Before the two arrived in Yinsong, they would switch people over and let Duan Yu's entire squad take over from Zhao Liu's men.Unless he had to, he really didn't want to expose Zhao Liu's power of robbery.

Of course, the most important thing at the moment is to see if you have the ability to carry the non-violent and uncooperative father in front of you through Chengguo's heavy defenses and arrive at Yinsong Town.

Cang Tian, ​​who had set fire to the hut, had all the good things to say, and finally divided the four heavy packages on his shoulders into two and threw them on Cang Jinglan, feeling that the veins on his forehead were pulsating faintly.

It is said among the people that children are debts to their parents when they are born. The more Cang Tiansu deals with this old man who is over thirty years old, the more he feels that this sentence should be said in reverse to make it more appropriate.

When he saw Cang Jinglan frowned and disliked coarse linen clothes and cornmeal dry food, the discolored Cang Tiansu was extremely annoyed. He had to do so many nasty things in his previous life. Qi Xianling was able to throw such a soft and tough man on his head, and tortured him so much that he was worried and fearful every day in his life.

He looked down at the dry steamed bun in his left hand, the dry pancake in his right hand, and at Cang Jinglan's tightly pursed lips, and fell silent for a while.

You must know that steamed bread pancakes are different from the rice soup that you drank a few days ago.

The eldest prince of the Cang Kingdom then began to think, if he repeated his old tricks and unloaded his chin, how likely would it be to choke this stubborn and stubborn Emperor of the Cang Kingdom to death.

And Cang Tiansu's biggest concern is that today is different from the past, Cang Jinglan's arrow injury has almost healed, and it is no longer the appearance of being paralyzed on the bed a few days ago. He is proficient in bowing and horses. Look at his thin arms and legs. If he is really tough, whoever will suffer.

Cang Tiansu has never been sloppy in matters related to his own life and safety, and immediately stopped talking to His Majesty Jingdi who put his head aside and entered a sickly state, sat down on the spot, and silently ate dry food by himself.

Not happy to eat?It doesn't matter, Cang Tiansu knows very well that the rations he brought seem to be quite a lot, but in fact it's only enough for one person, if you pretend to be noble and don't want to eat it now, you won't be able to eat it in the future.

I have fulfilled my responsibilities as a son and a courtier, and I have said what I should say, and I have persuaded what I should persuade. When it comes time to really starve, do you have the nerve to turn around and scold me?There was a lot of inconvenience during the journey. Where did I get the hot water to cook the rice in a big pot? I left bags of rice and took ready-to-eat dry food on the road. You can’t blame me for that, can you?

Cang Tiansu, who was sternly swallowing the steamed bun stuck in his throat, resolutely refused to admit that he did it on purpose, that he had a plan, and that he had ulterior motives , is gloating.

Emperor Cang Jing's strength is not just what he said, he forced himself to follow Cang Tiansu to hide in Tibet to avoid the Chengguo soldiers who searched everywhere. Picked wild fruit, life and death refused to touch the four bags to eat.Every day I walk, the soles of my feet are bloody, the soles of my shoes are worn out early, and I am sweating hot in the winter, but I am willing to hold on without screaming.

For the first four days, Cang Tiansu was still in the mood to watch the excitement, but when he woke up on the fifth day, facing His Majesty Jingdi who looked like he had been lit with charcoal, he finally felt guilty for his ridiculously naive "revenge" behavior.

Cang Jinglan suffered from the wind-cold and was so burned that he didn't know what to do, and fell into a coma for two days and two nights, so Cang Tiansu simply brought a lot of the prepared wind-cold medicine.

Because the two avoided crowds and there was no farmer on the side of the road to borrow a medicine pot, they had to use two big stones to squeeze out the juice, pry open their mouths and forcefully pour it into their mouths.Four or five times like this, not only did the high fever not subside, but it became more and more severe.

After stumbling and bumping, Cang Jinglan, whose breath was getting weaker day by day, drove for two hundred miles. Seeing the flames ahead, even though he knew that the two of them would be in danger if they were exposed to others, Cang Tiansu still bit the bullet and gritted his teeth to meet them. go up.

As early as when Cang Jinglan was in a coma and could not resist, Cang Tiansu had already changed the attire of the two of them. They were dressed like ordinary peasants, with tattered straw sandals under their feet. He even wrapped Cang Jinglan in a big quilt. They were very strict, and they planned to pretend to be a fleeing peasant couple.

After traveling for a few days, I did meet many refugees with wives and children on the road. Because winter has arrived, the harvest at the junction of Chengguo and Cangguo is getting smaller every year, and the war came unexpectedly. Cang Tiansu estimated the relationship between the two of them. Identity should not draw too much attention.

As soon as he got closer, Cang Tiansu could clearly see how these hundreds of people were dressed, and raised his eyebrows heavily.These hundreds of people were scattered and seemingly casually sitting, each of them had a weapon thrown at their feet, and some of them were still stained with blood.

The clothes on his body are more torn than what Cang Tiansu is wearing now. In the winter, there is only a cloth waistcoat and a pair of trousers. Some people are even shirtless. Anyone who wears a top has a big "prisoner" on the chest, which is clearly a commitment. country prison uniform.

Cang Tiansu looked back as if nothing had happened, seeing that there were still a few tents to shelter him from the wind and rain, and stretched out his hand to check Cang Jinglan's body temperature under the quilt, knowing that if he dragged on, he would probably be burned to death, so he sighed secretly. It's been a bad luck for eight lifetimes.

——Three years ago, he was still leisurely sitting in the military tent and lamenting the beautiful establishment of the "prisoner barracks" of Prince Chengguo's faction. Unexpectedly, it happened to happen today.