After the gloomy cannon fodder was reborn

Xue Fuguang held the veil in his hand and stood still for a while, not knowing how to react.

The faint fishy smell lingered on the tip of his nose and gradually became clear.

He raised his foot, and tentatively touched Mu Jianshu's bent leg lightly with the tip of his toe.

Nothing happened.

It is true that there is no consciousness at all.

Xue Fuguang was emotional, probably a little disappointed.

After hurting the protagonist, it is really impossible to get out of the body.

The prince was seriously injured, and Mu Jianshu was not much better than him.

What's more, in order to cope with the search, he still stood by his side for several hours.

Xue Fuguang frowned tightly, wanted to go out and call the people from the courtyard, but in the blink of an eye he dismissed his thoughts.

No one knew about Mu Jianshu's injury.

He followed the place where the wound medicine was put in his memory, and found two boxes of purple mark ointment, turned around and went back to the corner, to undress Mu Jianshu's clothes.

The top was pulled up to the waist, revealing the thick white cloth that had been dyed crimson, wrapped around the chest and abdomen. The fishy smell was unobstructed, rushed towards the face, and finally became strong, mixed with the vaguely familiar smell of medicine that Xue Fuguang had.

He stopped opening the Zihen Ointment, leaned over to Mu Jianshu's chest, and sniffed it carefully.

...It was exactly the same as the smell of medicine on his forehead.

It turned out that it wasn't the imperial physician's excellent medical skills, but Mu Jianshu who secretly prescribed medicine for him.

He felt that there was someone beside him when he fell asleep several times, and it was not an illusion.

Xue Fuguang gave up the idea of ​​giving medicine to Mu Jianshu.

Zihen ointment can be used to treat skin injuries, but now Mu Jianshu hurts the lungs, what is needed is a decoction to heal the wound.

After making up his mind, Xue Fuguang acted extremely decisively.

He took off Mu Jianshu's blood-stained clothes and threw them under the bed, replaced them with new gauze, dragged them from the corner to the back of his bed, and piled up quilts to cover them up.

Then his eyes stopped on a vase on the ancient shelf beside the bed, which was shattered violently, and he stepped into the fragments with his bare feet, and glaring red blood oozed from the soles of his feet instantly, staining the white porcelain red.

The stronger smell of blood instantly covered up the previous smell, making it impossible to distinguish them.

Xue Fuguang didn't think it was enough, he bent his knees and knelt down among the tiles all over the floor, the sharp fragments pierced through his underpants and pierced into his flesh, he groaned in pain.

When Shao Jing, who was awakened by the sound of beating, entered the room, what he saw was the scene of his family's eldest son falling into the debris, his legs were dripping with blood, and he almost fainted from fright!

He rushed out of the door in panic and shouted: "Come on quickly! Go get the imperial doctor!"

Listening to the noise in Zhuxuan.

Xue Fuguang was supported by Shao Jing and sat on the side of the bed, sweating profusely from the pain.He held Shao Jing's hand and said in a low voice, "Qu Wu is on my couch."

Shao Jing was so startled that he looked into the bed, and he found a bulge. Even though he tried his best to cover it up, he could still see the human shape.

Qu Wu's size is not small, it is not easy to cover up.

Before he could yell out, Xue Fuguang clenched his hand tightly, endured the pain in a low voice, and continued: "Shao Jing, don't let anyone find out that he's here."

Xue Fuguang sped up his speech, letting Shao Jing know the seriousness of the matter before others came in: "He was seriously injured and unconscious, and now the crown prince has been assassinated and the whole city is under martial law. Do you know what will happen to the entire palace once he is discovered?"

Shao Jing nodded again and again, her nervous face turned pale.

Xue Fuguang's breathing became more and more rapid because of the pain, so he stabilized Shao Jing: "Don't panic, if you can't invite the imperial physician tonight, you can go to the medical officer to ask the doctor first, and cook the medicine according to their prescription... To the outside world, say that I am too spoiled and don't want to drink. medicine, so it costs a lot of medicine. Do you understand?"

"Father Wang Elder Sister and the others will definitely come over later. At that time, you will take advantage of their inattention and leave the doctor waiting. When I ask him to come in, come back again. Remember to give him enough money and tell him to keep his mouth shut!"

"Go." He let go.

Shao Jing nodded repeatedly, walked out quickly with a sullen face.

The imperial physicians are all guarding in front of the prince now, naturally Xue Fuguang can't invite him here.

Shao Jing went to the concierge to invite the doctor from the hospital, and when they arrived, Prince Gong and Princess Jingrong also arrived.

Seeing Xue Fuguang's underpants that were stained scarlet with blood, his face showed unbearable and distressed.

When did they hold the young master they grew up with this kind of injury?

The last time this happened was when I was a few years old when I was injured riding a horse with Xue Hongxue.

The blood dripped to the ground along the feet, gathering a small pool of blood.

The doctor who was dragged in had no time to see the other two nobles in the room, so he was pushed to Xue Fuguang, and he was shocked when he saw such a deep wound.

"This, this fragment, how can it be so deep, it may hurt the bones..."

Xue Fuguang climbed on the bedpost, his face was pale, he gritted his teeth as he watched the doctor cut open his trousers and pull out the pieces from the flesh.The wound was finger-long, and more blood gushed out from the flesh.

The hemostatic prescription written by the doctor has already been picked up and decocted.

After all the fragments were taken out and the wound was bandaged, Xue Fuguang's underwear was already soaked in sweat, and his face was so white that there was no trace of blood.

Shao Jing brought the medicine, asked Xue Fuguang to drink it, helped him to lie down, and put down the half curtain of the bed quickly to cover him up.

The doctor was outside with Prince Gong and Princess Jingrong, and said in a low voice: "The wound on the face bone of His Royal Highness's left leg, and the wound on the sole of the foot are the most important, and the wound is very deep. If you don't cultivate well, it will be hard to guarantee your future It won't matter."

Princess Jingrong's distressed eye circles were red, but Prince Gong frowned.

When Shao Jing went out with a medicine bowl, he was caught by Prince Gong: "How did Fu Guang get hurt like this?"

Shao Jing whispered: "The slave was not in the room at the time... His Majesty said that he touched the vase when he got up at night and accidentally fell down."

Prince Gong stared at Shao Jing, let him go after a while, and sighed, "Take good care of your son."

Seeing the two masters leave, Shao Jing couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief, the cold sweat dripping down his back.

He lightly went to the outer courtyard and invited the doctor back.

The doctor obviously knew that he could not ask about the affairs of princes and nobles, so he lowered his eyes and dared not look at anything.

But seeing the little boy help a tall man from the side of the bed, and when he opened the wound for him to examine, he still took a breath and said with a bit of trembling: "This, this injury is so serious, Cao Min I'm afraid, I'm afraid..."

Xue Fuguang said coldly: "How sure are you?"

"If the best medicinal materials are supplemented with ginseng for the elderly over 50 years old, yes, [-]%... If not, less than [-]%..."

Xue Fuguang was silent for a moment, then asked: "Can only use ginseng?"

"Other tonics are also available. The longer the age, the better the effect of the medicine. It is the best to hang your life..."

It is not difficult for Xue Fuguang to get these things.

At this time, he was a little bit thankful for his natural frailty.

If it weren't for this, there are precious tonics sent from various places in the warehouse all the year round, and he really couldn't produce enough things for Mu Jianshu to hang himself for a while.

Xue Fuguang raised his eyes and told Shao Jing, "Go to the warehouse to get it."

The doctor prescribed the medicine, and was sent away by Shao Jing from the small concierge with the heavy silver in his hands in fear.

After the chaos, the crowd subsided, Xue Fuguang leaned on the bed and couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief, the pain rushed out.

He turned his head and lifted a corner of the stacked quilt, revealing Mu Jianshu's face.

Still wearing that thin copper mask.

Xue Fuguang's forehead was sweating, and when he saw the mask, he gave a cold snort, reached behind his head to untie the strap, took off the mask and threw it aside.

Then his eyes froze slightly, showing a bit of surprise.

Beneath the mask was a very handsome face.

Before hiding behind a mask, only a pair of eyebrows and eyes were exposed, and they dodged from time to time, the image left to Xue Fuguang was just that the eyebrows and eyes were not bad.And the face in front of him, without the owner deliberately covering it up, with thick eyebrows and high nose, sharp features, is particularly aggressive, like a wolf ready to go.

Sadness needs to be covered up, with such a face exposed, who would not feel vigilant when seeing it?

I don't know what kind of idiots the people in Yingchao are, to choose such an eye-catching person as a spy.

It's a pity that the book is full of Xiu Jin's pure love and innocence, without detailing these side details.

With a creak, the door was carefully pushed open.

Shao Jing came in again with a bowl of medicine.

He put the medicine by the table, and when he saw Mu Jianshu's face, he was much more surprised than Xue Fuguang, and his eyes widened: "This, this is Qu Wu!? Didn't he say that the lower half of his face was destroyed in the fire?"

Xue Fuguang: "You can believe this kind of nonsense."

Shao Jing was embarrassed, couldn't help but look at him twice, and said in a low voice, "He's pretty good-looking."

Xue Fuguang leaned over to lift Mu Jianshu's shoulder, but failed to lift it.

In the end, the two of them worked together to help him up, pinched his chin and poured down the medicine.

At first Mu Jianshu refused to open his mouth no matter what, and gritted his teeth tightly.After a little thought, Xue Fuguang knew that Yuemo was trained by them as spies, so as not to be given something he shouldn't drink when he was unconscious.

But at this time, it is a terrible thing.

He and Shao Jing exhausted their strength, pinched Mu Jianshu's face to the point of bruising, and he refused to open his mouth, so angry that Xue Fuguang said harshly: "If you don't open your mouth again, I will smash your teeth and pour it down!"

I don't know if it's because Mu Jianshu didn't have the strength to grit his teeth, or because he was threatened by Xue Fuguang, when the two of them pinched his chin again, they finally opened their mouth obediently.

Shao Jing hurriedly took the bowl, poured all the medicine down, stared at his throat rolling and swallowed all the medicine, then put him back on the couch and covered him with the bedding.

I was so tired that I was sweating.

The wild ginseng in the small kitchen is boiling, Mu Jianshu's life or death depends on whether he can survive tonight.

With a pale face, Xue Fuguang leaned on the bedside and called Shao Jing: "Cut the doctor's prescription into ten parts. At dawn tomorrow, you will personally go to the group of beggars behind the broken houses on the East Street and ask them to send it out."

He got out of bed, wrote down a few officials on the side of the table, and then changed the font, wrote a few words and handed them to Shao Jing: "At that time, you go to get the medicine. For now, take it from my medicine. "

Shao Jing opened his mouth, finally nodded, and went out cautiously.

It was a night of chaos.

Xue Fuguang's strength was exhausted.

He leaned against the outside of the bed, and the unstoppable pain in his leg spread, making him sweat profusely.He braced himself up, touching Mu Jianshu's forehead from time to time to test whether his high fever subsided.

When the pain was really unbearable, he thought angrily in his heart, if Mu Jianshu didn't listen to him in the future, or if he couldn't accomplish his goal, he would definitely make him suffer back a thousand times the pain he suffered today.

The author has something to say: the bridal chamber is rounded off (bushi)

感谢在2021-09-1101：47：30～2021-09-1300：09：14期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 2 bottles of Xiaobai;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!