After successfully breaking through Jiamen Pass, Jiang Pengji ordered the army to rest and reorganize within the pass and clean up the battlefield.
She left the heavy tasks to Feng Zhen and Yang Si. She took a break and became a hands-off shopkeeper.
Jiang Pengji's current condition was not suitable for dealing with worldly matters, so she could only rest for the time being.
"How did Langjun get so badly injured …"
Now that Huijun was serving Jiang Pengji, she naturally had the opportunity to see things that others could not see.
When Jiang Pengji took off her battle robe and washed the blood off her body, Huijun was shocked to find that there were large bruises on her skin.
There were a few open wounds on her waist, back, and arms. The shorter ones were only the length of a knuckle, while the longer ones were the length of an adult's palm … The wounds had stopped bleeding, but they still looked horrible. Huijun could not come back to her senses.
"Who injured you?"
Huijun asked quickly. When she realized that she had asked a stupid question, she secretly blamed herself.
There were so many wounds. Naturally, they were from the war.
Huijun had mixed feelings when she thought about how Jiang Pengji had not treated her wounds immediately, but had instead searched for her. She was touched and bitter at the same time. She bit her lip and held back her emotions as she helped Jiang Pengji bandage her wounds.
"Injuries are common in war. It's good enough that I didn't die on the battlefield. How can I expect to be unscathed?"
Jiang Pengji said nonchalantly. She put on her inner garment with her gloves and fastened the thin belt on the side of her jacket.
Her physical fitness was excellent. The wounds would heal perfectly in less than half a month without leaving a scar.
As mentioned before, Jiang Pengji was strong in combat, but she was still made of flesh and blood. Knives, spears, swords, and halberds could still hurt her.
However, she had deliberately dodged them, so the wounds were not deep and they were not fatal.
As for the bruises on her body, they were caused by her being too impatient when she broke through the gate. She did not control her strength well, so she hurt herself.
To be honest, Jiang Pengji could have been unscathed.
But she was not fighting alone. She had companions and subordinates with her, and she had to protect them.
One or two wounds could save their lives. It was worth it.
"These wounds will heal in half a month. Don't tell anyone else. Otherwise, Zi Shi and Jing Rong will worry for nothing."
Jiang Pengji felt a headache coming on as she thought about the chaotic battle at Jiamen Pass.
She had a premonition that after the counselors found out about this matter, they would definitely guard it to the death and not let her wander around blindly.
Therefore, she decided that she would not go against the wind and commit crimes. She would be a little more obedient for now and wait for the wind to blow over.
"I'm just feeling heartache …"
Previously, Fu Wang had only left a shallow wound on Jiang Pengji's arm. This had been on Huijun's mind for a long time.
Now that there were large patches of bruises and wounds, how could she remain calm?
"Don't move, Langjun. I'll use some medicinal wine to dissolve the clotted blood."
Jiang Pengji could only agree to her request.
It couldn't be helped. Huijun's reddened eyes were too pitiful. It was as if she would cry if she didn't agree.
"Langjun, your hand … Why is it so black?"
Huijun served Jiang Pengji the medicinal wine and noticed that her right hand was also covered in black blood.
It didn't look like a blood clot, but more like a birthmark.
But she clearly remembered that Langjun's right hand was a piece of white jade. When did he get such an ugly birthmark?
Jiang Pengji followed her gaze and looked at her hand. She said calmly, "It's fine."
The black blood mark on her hand was the Level Nine Loyalty Talisman left by the time-traveler. It was useless.
Jiang Pengji kept it because she wanted to use it to seduce the time-traveler.
After treating the wound, Huijun still unconsciously pouted, her expression especially stubborn.
After a night of chaos, Jiamen Pass had a new owner.
When Fu Wang woke up from his deep sleep and saw the unfamiliar scenery, he tensed up and jumped up in a defensive posture.
"Ouch …"
He gasped in pain and moved his arm. Only then did he realize that the wound on his body had been treated.
But his movement was too big, and the wound that had just stopped bleeding opened up again. Bright red blood seeped out.
The people outside heard the noise and came in to check. Fu Wang's expression changed when he saw the clothes the person was wearing.
"You're awake. Are you feeling well?"
The doctor knew Fu Wang's identity, so he didn't dare to approach him. He only dared to wait at the door.
"Who are you …"
Fu Wang had already guessed the truth, but he still couldn't accept it.
He had become someone else's prisoner!
The doctor still didn't dare to approach him. He bowed and said, "I'm a doctor sent by my lord to take care of the general's wounds … The general has many wounds, and it took a lot of effort to stop the bleeding. It's not a good time to be angry, and we can't make a big fuss, lest the wounds open up again …"
Fu Wang didn't listen to him.
"Your lord … Liu Xi?"
Looking at the surrounding scenery, it was obvious that they were at Jiamen Pass … How long had it been? Liu Xi had already broken through the pass?
Fu Wang couldn't help but worry about his trusted aide who had stayed behind at Jiamen Pass.
"Yes."
Fu Wang's expression changed again and again when he got the confirmation. After a while, he calmed down.
"The winner is the king, the loser is the bandit. A loss is a loss … Has your lord thought about how to deal with me? "
The doctor smiled. "My lord didn't tell me anything. She just told me to take care of the general."
The doctor thought that Fu Wang would kill him in a rage, so he was ready to run.
Who would have thought that this man was exceptionally cooperative? The doctor immediately changed his dressing and re-bandaged his bleeding wound.
Fu Wang's wounds were more serious than Jiang Pengji's. They were long and deep.
When the military doctor changed his dressing and bandaged his wound, the onlookers thought it was painful, but this man did not even frown.
Fu Wang thought that Jiang Pengji would leave him alone for a while, but she sent someone to summon him that afternoon.
In order to prevent any possible accidents, Fu Wang was tied up like a human dumpling.
"General Fu, it's been a while."
Jiang Pengji was still dressed like a man in the camp. She looked like a handsome young man.
Fu Wang was confused about her gender, but he snorted coldly.
"If you want to kill me, just do it."
"General, you know I won't kill you." Jiang Pengji smiled and said bluntly, "I've often heard Captain Meng talk about you. He said that you're the best general in the Meng's. Now that you've fought with me, you live up to your reputation. If you didn't have the upper hand, who would be the prisoner now … General Fu Wang, you're so talented, but you're willing to work for the Meng's. Isn't it a waste? "
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