The general is easy to bully

Shen Xingfeng never knew that Xiao Qihan could mobilize troops.

Daqi's military power was controlled by the Tiger Talisman, and the bronze Token of Subduing the Tiger was divided into two parts, one half of which belonged to the current emperor, Emperor Wanhe, and the other half was in the hands of General Yu Rui.

Xiao Qihan had handed over his military power three years ago, and the most he could mobilize was a thousand soldiers from Ningyuan Houhou's Mansion.

But now, at the foot of Donghua Mountain, the [-] soldiers armed with gold and iron horses are the national soldiers of the Great Qi State.

Standing by Xiao Qihan's side, Shen Xingfeng watched General Yu Rui dismount from his horse, and saluted Xiao Qihan with his hands clasped.

Shen Xingfeng's heart suddenly tightened: "Xiao Qihan, what are you... plotting?

Yu Rui stared sideways at Shen Xingfeng, with a vigilant and hesitant expression, "Master Hou, this..."

Xiao Qihan looked indifferent: "It's okay, my own."

Shen Xingfeng clenched his fists, "Who is on your own."

After finishing speaking, Shen Xingfeng turned his head to look at Wen Jue and the third child in the shed.

Yu Rui glanced at Xiao Qihan meaningfully.

Xiao Qihan smiled helplessly: "The general laughed, that kid has always had this temper. Although he is a bit willful, he is not a bad kid."

Naturally, Yu Rui didn't take it to heart, and hurriedly cupped his hands and said, "Master Hou, you're welcome."

Xiao Qihan invited Dr. Qi to treat Wen Jue and the third child.

The third child's thigh was pierced by a sharp knife, and he yelled "Ouch, Ouch" in pain.

The third child was sweating on his forehead, gasping for breath from Dr. Qi, grinning his teeth, "Be gentle! If you treat people like you, sooner or later you will be put to death!"

It was the first time that Mr. Qi was questioned about his medical skills. He was still a kid, and he pressed his fingers hard on the third child's wound.

The third child let out an "Aww" and jumped up from the chair.

"Well, you black hearted doctor! I didn't die at the hands of those bandits, but I will die at your hands!"

Elder Qi looked at the third child coldly, "If you still want your legs, just be honest with me. If you were my son, I would have beaten you with a stick."

The third child groaned, "Who should be your son? With a father like you, your son might not be the biggest unlucky guy in the world, right?"

Elder Qi's face turned dark all of a sudden.

His eyes were also dark and terrifying.

He tied up the third child's wound, turned around and left.

The third child wanted to speak, but was grabbed by Shen Xingfeng.

Third child: "Why are you stopping me?"

Shen Xingfeng frowned, "Old Qi's son died when he was very young, it seems to be some kind of emergency."

The third child was dumbfounded: "Huh?"

"As a doctor, he has saved countless people, but he couldn't save his own son." Shen Xingfeng tugged at the third child's ear, "You still sprinkle salt on other people's wounds."

The third child's face was frighteningly pale, and he lowered his head, "I... I didn't do it on purpose." Compared with the third child who was still alive and kicking, Wen Jue's situation was worse.

The high fever persisted, his whole body was burning like a ball of fire, and he was babbling all kinds of nonsense in his mouth.

Mr. Qi glanced at it and shook his head again and again, and then repeated the old-fashioned words——

"It can't be saved, hurry up and take it outside and bury it." Shen Xingfeng and Lao San's eyes widened when they heard this, and they jumped anxiously.

Seeing Shen Xingfeng turn left and right around the bed, Xiao Qihan was quite helpless, "Old Qi, don't scare their children." Old Qi cursed, broke Wen Jue's chin, and poured the boiled potion into it.

Wen Jue finally woke up at night.

The third child was more attentive than anyone else, he ran to Wen Jue's bedside with pain and a limp, his expression was embarrassed, and his hands twitched together: "Well...are you hungry? Do you want some food? Something? That scumbag asked the cook to make chicken soup, and I'll bring you a bowl?"

Wen Jue turned his head to the other side coldly.

The third child had a guilty conscience: "Wen Jue, what happened before was my fault. I apologize to you. From now on, let's laugh at each other and be good brothers, okay?"

Wen Jue: "Don't dare."

The third child rubbed his hands, "It's okay, if you don't dare, I'll do it, I'll bring you something to eat."

The third child winked at Shen Xingfeng.

Little Eleven, please help my brother to persuade him!

After the third child left, Shen Xingfeng came over, pulled a stool and sat down beside Wen Jue: "Wen Jue, I'm sorry."

Wen Jue: "Didn't I say it's okay? Anyway, I was born to do this job. I'm so cheap. Whoever fucks me, how many people fuck me, it's all the same."

Shen Xingfeng's heart tightened: "Don't say that."

Wen Jue turned his head, and suddenly talked about past events: "I was sold to the Green Bamboo House by my mother when I was seven years old. Mr. Nuanyang, the oiran, saw that I was young and pitiful, so he called me over to be his attendant. Very fierce, he forced me to learn piano, paint, sing and sing. Whenever I was lazy, he would beat me with his pipe. I hated him at that time. When I was nine years old, I seduced one of his guests and slept with him. After Mr. Nuanyang found out, he didn't scold me or hit me. He just said to me coldly, Wen Jue, I taught you how to learn piano and painting so that you can have a good skill in the Green Bamboo Pavilion. Like those little letters outside, you can only sell your body in the future. When you meet someone you like in the future, you will have more confidence."

Shen Xingfeng suddenly asked: "Do you have someone you like?"

Wen Jue was stunned for a while, nodded, and smiled: "Yes, but he despises me. He said it himself, for a person like me, doing it once is the same as doing it a hundred times. In his opinion, dirty is dirty. , no difference."

Shen Xingfeng's heart suddenly felt heavy and uncomfortable.

He suddenly remembered the blindfolded morning in the dungeon of the Execution Department, and the hands that had ravaged him.

Wen Jue fell asleep again, Shen Xingfeng covered him with the quilt, and heard him muttering: "You hate me and you still come to provoke me..."

Shen Xingfeng went out to look for Xiao Qihan.

Three thousand soldiers have been purged.

The terrain of Donghua Mountain is complicated. They found a nearby villager and made a plan for going up the mountain.

Xiao Qihan changed his clothes, took off his fine robes, and wore simple black clothes, with a tall and handsome figure.

Shen Xingfeng saw him standing in front of the army holding a wine glass, his dark pupils glowed coldly: "The bandits on the mountain will never be pardoned."

Shen Xingfeng walked over quickly.

Xiao Qihan caught a glimpse of Shen Xingfeng and frowned, "Xingfeng, go back."

Shen Xingfeng resolutely said, "I want to go too."

Xiao Qi said coldly: "You are not allowed to go."

Shen Xingfeng's face turned cold.

Xiao Qihan has already walked in front of him.

Minglan quickly waved at the army below.

The soldiers all turned around, with their backs to the two of them.

Xiao Qihan sighed softly, his voice was completely different from the gentleness just now, "I know you want to avenge your friend, but you don't have martial arts, in case you get hurt..."

Shen Xingfeng raised his eyes, "Won't you protect me?"

Xiao Qihan smiled lightly, "Why not, I will protect you even if I give up my life, but are you willing to hurt me?"

Shen Xingfeng curled his lips coldly: "It's none of my business whether you get hurt or not?" Xiao Qihan's eyes froze instantly.

After a long time, he nodded, there was no need to discuss the matter, Xiao Qihan looked at Minglan, "Send him back.

Ming Lan saluted Shen Xingfeng: "My lord, please."

Shen Xingfeng breathed heavily, staring at Xiao Qihan for a long time.

Xiao Qihan's eyes softened a little.

He reached out to touch Shen Xingfeng's face, but Shen Xingfeng took a step back, turned around and left in a hurry.

Xiao Qihan's hands froze in the air.

He sighed softly in his heart and said, "Let's go."

On this night in Donghua Mountain, fires splattered everywhere, and the screams and killing sounds from the top of the mountain were endless.

Shen Xingfeng slept peacefully.

One person occupies more than half of the bed, with his belly exposed and sleepy.

The third child was squeezed into a small corner, and while shrinking pitifully, he chatted with Wen Jue, "Look at our little eleven, tough, the scumbag has gone up to the mountains to fight, and he sleeps like a pig! Don't worry at all! Hard-nosed !"

Wen Jue grabbed Shen Xingfeng's hair, braided Shen Xingfeng seriously, and ignored the third child.

The third child said "Hey" and raised his voice: "If the scumbag dies on the mountain, Xiao Eleven and I must beat the gongs, drums and set off firecrackers."

Wen Jueheng: "What good will it do you if he dies?" As he spoke, his tone became envious, "If I followed him, I would be rich and prosperous for the rest of my life."

"It's a pity that he is a scumbag. He doesn't love Xiao Shiyi at all."

Wen Jue glanced back at the third child, "I'm afraid you are not a fool, right? Love can be eaten? The most important thing is to hold the money in your hand. When I recover from my injury, my brother will go sleep with him and earn money. a golden million."

"You can pull it down, you dare to take the scum used by Xiaoshi! Take care of your butt first."

The two of them fell asleep while talking, mixed with the shadows of swords and swords outside.

The next morning.

Shen Xingfeng woke up from the heat and looked around in a daze. He saw Wen Jue's face was flushed, his lips were dry, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

— Touching his forehead, he had a high fever again.

Shen Xingfeng felt bad, so he hurried to find Dr. Qi.

The soldiers who went up the mountain have returned.

All the wounded soldiers sat on the side of the road.

Shen Xingfeng grabbed a person, "Have you seen Dr. Qi?"

The man replied: "Doctor Qi is in the Marquis camp."

Shen Xingfeng turned around and walked towards Xiao Qihan's camp.

Everyone here knows the relationship between Xiao Qihan and this young master, so no one dares to stop him.

As soon as Shen Xingfeng entered the camp, he smelled a strong smell of blood.

Looking up again, the back stiffened involuntarily.

Xiao Qihan sat before the collapse, the clothes on his shoulders were ripped open, and there was a palm-length incision horizontally on the upper part of the chest, and blood was still oozing out.

His face was pale, his hair was wet and stuck to his forehead, and his lips were bitten pale.

Seeing Shen Xingfeng, he immediately parted his lips, his eyes a little pleased: "Why are you here?"

The big bottom is that he was injured, his voice was not as low as usual, and he was a little pale and weak.

Shen Xingfeng frowned, "I went to Doctor Qi, Wen Jue has a high fever again, I want him to go and have a look."

Doctor Qi was busy stopping Xiao Qihan's bleeding: "Wait! Didn't you see that I was busy! He just had an inflammation of the wound, nothing serious! If you can't wait, call another military doctor outside."

Doctor Qi pointed to the patient in front of him: "This one is going to die if he doesn't stop bleeding!"

Shen Xingfeng stood in place like a bamboo pole.

Xiao Qihan looked at Shen Xingfeng, and after a long time he gently blocked Doctor Qi's hand: "Go and show Wen Jue first, I can still hold on."