mesbooks Chapter 513 Apply the medicine yourself
Chapter 513 Apply the medicine yourself
"Mr. Chu's hand...I'm afraid the injury is even more serious..."
"Snapped!"
The medicine bottle was placed heavily on the table.
“Apply the medicine yourself.”
Pei Zheng didn't know what happened to his brother.
Xie Xiaofeng turned around and took off his armor. The sound of his shoulder armor colliding was three times louder than usual. "I have to check the new recruits' arrow formation tomorrow, so I don't have time to meddle in other people's business."
Pei Zheng touched the green jade bottle in his arms - this was the prize that Xie Xiaofeng won in the autumn hunt last year, and no one else was allowed to touch it.
Xie Xiaofeng suddenly leaned over and whispered in his ear, "If you dare to meddle in other people's business again, I will tie you up in the tent and you won't be able to go anywhere."
Pei Zheng's ears felt hot, and after thinking about it, he decided not to go, but he couldn't help laughing: "You can't bear to leave."
Xie Xiaofeng ignored him with a cold face, and just took out a bottle of golden wound medicine from his arms and stuffed it into his hand: "Go back and heal your wounds, don't let me see you running around."
Pei Zheng clenched the medicine bottle tightly, suddenly reached out and grabbed Xie Xiaofeng's wrist, and whispered: "Xie Xiaofeng."
"Ok?"
"I hurt."
Xie Xiaofeng: “…”
The next second, Pei Zheng was kicked out of the tent.
Before dawn, Pei Zheng was kicked awake by Xie Xiaofeng.
The other party threw a new set of armor, and there was a herb bag sewn on the inside of the shoulder armor.
"Put it on."
"Brother is so cruel QAQ"
Pei Zheng didn't dare to speak.
At the well platform at Yin time, the servant Atong was secretly rubbing Chu Ziyu's changed undershirt. When the blood color blurred in the cold water, he took a breath of cold air - there was actually a dried blood clot hidden on the inside of the collar.
"Sir, did you vomit blood again last night?" The laundry maid came over and suddenly lowered her voice, "I heard that when the Marquis summoned you last night, he smashed the inkstone in front of your knees..."
The old doorman added a spoonful of hot water to the copper basin and said, "You are courting death! That Tao River green stone inkstone is the master's most beloved item."
Everyone looked towards the east wing in silence. A thin silhouette was reflected on the paper window, mixing some medicine powder into the tea, and then drinking it all in one gulp.
At dawn, the guards knocked on Chu Ziyu's door: "My Lord, order you to go to the training ground immediately!"
The strategist in plain clothes was tying his hairband in front of the mirror. When he heard the words, his wrist trembled and the silver ribbon slipped to the ground.
He bent down to pick it up, but suddenly he coughed and fell on the table, knocking over the medicine bowl. The brown liquid spread on his snow-white shirt, like an old wound.
"Thank you... for leading the way." When Chu Ziyu stood up, the color of his lips was three points whiter than the snow outside the window.
The pale fingertips were wrapped in gauze, the end of the gauze was clumsily tied into a peace knot, and there were spots of blood seeping out.
He didn't feel any discomfort, it was just a matter of adjusting the system parameters.
After the snow, the sky cleared up and the snow on the parade ground was trampled into messy footprints. The execution rack had been set up on the parade ground and the traitor was tied to the stake, covered in blood.
Lin Ci'an sat high on the platform, his dark cloak hanging down in front of the steps, stained with broken snow and blood foam.
Seeing Chu Ziyu staggering towards him, he deliberately raised his foot to crush the unmelted ice on the ground.
"Stand closer." The Marquis hooked his finger, "The counselor can't even bear to see this bit of blood, how can he help me to cut through the thorns?"
Chu Ziyu stood obediently beside the execution platform.
When Pei Zheng arrived, he saw Chu Ziyu wrapped in a white fox fur coat standing beside the execution platform, his face three times paler than snow.
Lin Ci'an sat high on the podium, his dark cloak making his features look sharp as a knife. He was nonchalantly playing with a dagger.
"Sir, please bear with me."
Pei Zheng took the opportunity to pass the heater to him and whispered, "The Marquis is in a bad mood today."
Chu Ziyu thanked him as he took the heater. Pei Zheng was about to speak again when he saw that the strategist had already turned towards the execution platform, his long eyelashes casting a fragile shadow under his eyes.
"Let's start." Lin Ci'an's voice came with the cold wind.