Reborn as a rebellious son like a wolf

The sky was bright, and everyone was rescued. Tang Mo quickly asked for clothes to be changed for them, and then took them to the open space outside the capital to camp first. At this time, many people were already sick.

This is a normal thing, the weather is cold, how can the flesh and blood bear it.

Many people developed high fevers, Tang Mo sent people into the city to invite several doctors out.

The sick people are not brought into the city for medical treatment, because they are afraid that the wind and cold will spread. This collective wind and cold will suddenly mutate into influenza, so we can't be careless.

The relatives of the affected people in the city also came to the camp to take care of their relatives. Soldiers and invited women took care of those without relatives.

When Jiang Ziliang got the news, he looked at Tang Mo's legs and exclaimed, "Why are you still here, why aren't you sent back to the Marquis Huguo's Mansion."

With such an injury, what if the root cause of the disease remains.

Tang Mo said: "If I'm not here, I'm a little worried."

Jiang Ziliang glared at him, and said angrily, "Brother, you are not a god, and they can get along without you."

Going forward to stroke his forehead, he found that it was extremely hot: "It's normal to have a high fever in this snowy day."

Tang Mo stood up and took the crutch next to him: "It's okay, I just took the medicine, Ziliang, you know medical skills, stay here to help, I want to go back to the barracks."

"If you don't go home at this time, what are you waiting for? You really think you are made of iron." Jiang Ziliang didn't know what he was thinking, what he was going to do in the military camp, if His Majesty saw it, he would die of heartache.

Tang Mo's tone was a bit low: "Clean up the trash."

"Isn't there a servant? You have a noble status, why do you have this living wheel?"

Is he stupid for saving people? At this moment, he still thinks about going to the military camp. Do you want your legs?

Tang Mo ignored him, and asked Qing Ju to bring his own horse, reluctantly got on the horse, and rushed towards the trail at a fast speed.

In the main tent on the north wing, Qing Zhuo helped Tang Mo to sit down: "Master Hou, you'd better keep your feet straight."

If you sit down, it will intensify the pain from the wound and make you more uncomfortable.

Tang Mo shook his head: "Is there anyone calling?"

"Master Hou, don't worry, I have sent someone to call General Pei or Deputy General Zhu Shangtong just now."

Hou Ye was very angry about this incident, but Qing Bi did not regret it. General Pei was really extreme in his actions. In his heart, he always felt that Hou Ye owed him.

Qing Yan touched his forehead and found that the fever had not gone down, he was very worried: "Should I send someone to ask for an imperial physician?"

If anything goes wrong with Lord Hou's body, His Majesty will definitely be furious.

Tang Mo shook his head, and said disapprovingly, "It's okay, the antipyretics didn't work so quickly."

His brain was still throbbing with pain, but Tang Mo wanted to take care of it before resting.

Not long after, Pei Mao came over, and Zhu Shangtong was carried by several guards behind him. His face was frighteningly pale, and it was obvious that he was seriously injured.

Pei Mao naturally knew why Tang Mo called him over, and bowed: "Master Hou."

"Master Hou." Zhu Shangtong was lying on the stretcher, and did not want to salute: "Master Hou, forgive me, the military doctor said that it is best not to move for a few days."

Tang Mo nodded, his face serious: "What's the matter with you?"

Zhu Shangtong immediately pointed to Pei Mao and said: "I received the order and quickly gathered the soldiers. The situation was urgent and Marley was on duty. I asked him to go with him, but he actually said that there were bandits. He acted like everyone was as brainless as he was." Well, in this cold weather, would the bandits come out and freeze to death by themselves?"

Pei Mao snorted softly and bowed: "Master Hou, just saving a few people, there is no need to dispatch so many soldiers. If someone really came to attack the capital, wouldn't it be a big disaster."

"I don't know if there are enemies coming to attack the capital, but I know, Pei Mao, where is your future?"

Pei Mao raised his chin slightly, and said arrogantly: "Master Hou, even if you are a first-rank Lord, you can't be so ignorant."

"Then tell me, what about the bandits you captured?"

Zhu Shangtong snorted coldly, and said, "Take hundreds of people out and catch five bandits."

Tang Mo's ironic eyes fell on Pei Mao, and said, "Those bandits must be able to defeat a hundred with one, it's really hard for General Pei."

Seeing that he had been seen through, Fei Mao tightly clenched the hilt of his sword: "Master Hou, today, wants to kill me."?

Tang Mo took all the dissatisfaction in his eyes into his eyes, and lightly curled the corner of his mouth: "Qing Bing."

"Master Hou." Qingzhu came to the table and bowed respectfully.

"Take off the badge of Pei hat, and he will not be the commander of the North Wing Battalion from today on."

Pei Mao was shocked, and took a step forward, his eyes deepened sharply: "How dare you!"

He is a male favorite, even if he is a bit of a genius, he cannot be taken casually. He is a general, and if he is to be released, His Majesty must issue an order.

Tang Mo looked at him sharply, and said coldly, "The word dare never appears in Benhou's dictionary."

Qing Chuan stepped forward and was about to take his token, but he opened it with one hand.

Pei Mao pointed at Tang Mo and roared furiously, "Tang Mo, you wait for me."

After speaking, without even looking at him, he left the main tent angrily.

Zhu Shang was extremely breathless: "This bastard is really arrogant."

"There's no need to be angry." Tang Mo took a sip of boiled water and said, "Today he lifted a rock and shot himself in the foot, no wonder others."

After Tang Mo finished speaking, he wanted to stand up, his head was dizzy for a while, and he hurriedly supported the table.

"Master Hou." Qing Bi and Zhu Shangtong's expressions changed drastically, and Qing Bi hurriedly stepped forward to support him.

Zhu Shangtong struggled to stand up, but was pushed down by the soldiers. He asked anxiously, "Master Hou, what's the matter?"

Qing Zhuo helped Tang Mo to sit up, and said, "During the rescue operation last night, Master Hou got a big gash on his leg, and he has a fever right now."

Touching his forehead, Tang Mo said: "Have someone prepare the car, I want to go back to the Marquis Mansion."

He is now trying to lie down on his own bed and have a good rest, his head really hurts.

Zhu Shangtong was in a hurry but had no choice, so he quickly prepared a carriage to send Hou Ye back to Huguohou's Mansion.

In the Marquis of Huguo, seeing Tang Mo being carried back, Steward Shi's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly asked for an imperial physician.

Back in his room, he carefully helped him to bed and lay down. Seeing his dirty hair, Steward Shi quickly asked someone to prepare warm water.

Tang Mo sat down in the bucket with the support of Bedpan and Steward Shi. They hurriedly cleaned him up, especially the sludge in his hair.

When the imperial physician arrived, Tang Mo was lying on the bed dressed neatly, and Steward Shi knelt at the head of the bed to dry his hair. The floor cage was burning inside the room, making it as warm as a spring day.

The imperial doctor first tested the temperature of his forehead, then brought a chair to his feet, and put his injured leg from the bed into the chair.

For convenience, Tang Mo only wore a pair of big underpants, nothing below the knees, which saved the need to cut them off.

The imperial doctor gently untied the gauze, looking at the hideous wound in secret shock, he did not expect the injury to be so serious.

He checked and nodded: "The wound is treated very well. The high fever of Lord Hou is caused by the severe injury."

He wrote a prescription for people to quickly grab the medicine and decoct it, and he sterilized it for him. The medicine he used was the best Jinchuang medicine, which was much better than the one he used before.

After the wound was bandaged, Tang Mo felt that the pain in the wound was reduced by half, and he felt a little more comfortable.

After taking the medicine, Tang Mo asked Qingzhu to send a booklet to the palace, which was to do Pei Mao's business.

This person can no longer stay in the North Wing Camp, otherwise something big will happen sooner or later.

The medicine took effect quickly, Tang Mo fell into a drowsy sleep, and Steward Shi invited the imperial physician to rest beside him.

Half an hour later, the imperial physician came to take the pulse, and the fever had subsided by now, so he returned to the palace in peace.

Tang Mo felt that he was sleeping a little restlessly, and occasionally dreamed about things in his previous life, and felt very confused.

Opening his eyes again, it was Xiao Zhengting's handsome face that greeted his eyes, and there was worry in those deep eyes.

Xiao Zhengting caressed his forehead, his tone was full of tenderness and distress: "Mo, how do you feel?"

Tang Mo grabbed his hand and smiled: "It's okay, it's more comfortable, but my feet still hurt a little."

"Lie down well." He was injured twice in three days, Xiao Zhengting really didn't know what to do: "Whatever happens in the future, don't have to work so hard."

"It's okay, I'm used to it."

"Then you have to think about it for me, I will be very worried."

Doesn't he understand?

When he is well, he can really handle political affairs with peace of mind, which always makes him worry.

Tang Mo smiled: "Okay, I will pay attention to it in the future, it was an accident before."

"But it hurts?"

"Just a little bit."

"How is it possible, do you think I have not been injured?"

? "Really all right?"

"Don't lie to me, if it hurts, I'll ask the imperial doctor to give another injection."

"What do you think it is, give needles at every turn."

"No.":

"It's really okay."

Looking at the somewhat straight emperor in front of him, Tang Mo's eyes were warm.

In the past, Zheng Ting was serious and strict, but now he is a little headstrong now and then. This is the expression of letting go of his guard against himself, and this is the real him.

He is an emperor, and he needs people to understand and tolerate him, and he needs people to occasionally make him feel that the world is worthwhile.

He wanted to be this person, so that after dealing with state affairs, he could lean on him wholeheartedly, even taking a nap.

He wants to be a man who can stand beside him, not stand behind him by his light.

Tilting his head with a slight smile, Tang Mo's eyes were full of satisfaction: "I'm really fine."

Bowing his head and kissing his forehead, Xiao Zhengting's eyes were domineering: "From now on, you must be good and don't get hurt."

"I'll try my best." I wanted to laugh in my heart, how can a soldier not be injured, protecting the common people sometimes has to be written with blood.

Xiao Zhengting asked Steward Shi to bring some meat porridge and feed it to him.

Tang Mo took two bites and turned his head: "I don't want to eat, I feel like vomiting."

"Okay." Putting down the bowl, Xiao Zhengting took Sipa and wiped the corners of his mouth for him, and said softly, "Drink some more water."

Tang Mo drank half a cup with his hand, and pushed away: "Pei Mao can't stay in the North Wing Camp."

He is a ticking time bomb. Luckily, what happened today was not an invasion by foreign enemies. Otherwise, his behavior would have cost countless soldiers their lives in vain.

Xiao Zhengting had already received the letter from him to send him to the palace, and agreed to his proposal: "It is true that this person cannot be kept anymore. I have had someone remove him and go directly to prison."

Not to mention that Mo was his man, he dared to ignore his superiors just because he was one rank lower than Mo, and he would not tolerate the general order as a trifling matter.

Tang Mo didn't say anything for Pei Mao, on the contrary, he felt that he should give this kid a good beating, and let him know what Malatang is.