Am I hurt?
Huijun was in a trance. When she came back to her senses, she felt a sharp pain on her fingertips. She gasped in pain.
Looking down, she saw a bright red bead of blood on her fingertips.
"You're slightly hurt? Where are you hurt? "
Huijun forced herself to calm down. She put the embroidery needle and the half-finished shoes into the basket and was about to get up.
"I'm not hurt much. I was just scratched. Just stay here and don't run around."
Jiang Pengji came over at that moment. Her face was flushed, and her cheeks and neck were covered with hot sweat. She looked like she had just been fished out of the water.
When she came, the female soldier who passed the news blushed. She bowed and retreated reluctantly. Jiang Pengji was puzzled.
Huijun was stopped by Jiang Pengji when she got up. She could only sit back down, but she did not stop talking.
"I heard you fight with that brute Fu Wang just now, didn't you? Where are you hurt? " If not for her introverted nature, she really wanted to crawl over and examine Jiang Pengji carefully. Although Fu Wang was a boorish man, he was not weak in martial arts. He was tall and burly, like a small mountain. In comparison, her Langjun looked especially delicate and pretty. Two Langjuns together were not as strong as Fu Wang. How could Huijun not be worried?
The weather was getting hotter. Jiang Pengji had already impatiently rolled up her sleeves and trousers. She still felt uncomfortable.
She took the wet handkerchief from Huijun and wiped the sweat on her cheeks, neck, and arms. Only then did she feel slightly better.
Jiang Pengji smiled and said, "Don't listen to other people's hearsay. Where are you hurt?"
Her smile was too pure. Even others could be infected by her smile. They would even smile knowingly.
That purity was not like a blank piece of paper. To be precise, it was the clarity of seeing through the affairs of the world.
"You're still denying it?" Huijun looked carefully. Her sharp eyes noticed that Jiang Pengji's wrist was redder and swollen than usual. There were some finger marks. It was only because the sun was strong and her skin was tanned that it was not obvious. "Apply some medicine to reduce the swelling …"
Looking at Huijun who turned to look for medicinal wine, Jiang Pengji did not know whether to laugh or cry, but she could only let her be.
Jiang Pengji held her chin with one hand. While waiting, she glanced at the streaming room that she had ignored for a long time.
Today's live broadcast room was still very lively.
Jiang Pengji and Fu Wang fought with their bare fists. The audience expressed that the streaming that day was of high quality. It was a martial arts blockbuster no matter how it was edited. More importantly, they were watching from Jiang Pengji's point of view, so they had a sense of immersion. They faintly felt the thrill of transforming into a peerless master and beating up a child. What was even better was that after beating the little kid up, there was a gentle and virtuous lady by his side who was concerned about his well-being.
The viewers in the livestream were extremely envious. Why didn't they have such a gentle and virtuous lady by their side?
Not to mention someone as gentle as Huijun, even if she only had 10% of her gentleness, it would be fine.
[Li Wushuang]: "The women around me can carry a 20-liter bucket of water and climb up and down. They are definitely tough women."
Laosiji Lianmeng: "I'm so envious of the streamer … I watch the livestream every day. As a man, I want to raise the lesbian flag."
Shui Mo Nian Nian: "I feel like gender doesn't matter in the live broadcast room. As a senior fujoshi, I really want to throw myself into the arms of romance."
Drifting with the Tide Little Ding Ding: Hehe, whether it's romance, romance, or yuri, my streamer can do it easily. Do you believe that?
Love Thirty-Six Stratagems: "I believe, of course I believe! My streamer is the lord. Do you understand that she's the main attacker? "
Jiang Pengji could not help but sigh silently as she watched the livestream move in a strange direction without looking back.
Huijun helped her untie the cloth that was wrapped around her right hand. The ugly black mark was tightly attached to her palm and the back of her hand, like a birthmark.
She sighed and said, "The palace's secret prescription doesn't work either. It's still the same …"
Every time Huijun saw the black mark on Jiang Pengji's right hand, she felt the urge to have goosebumps all over her body, but Langjun did not care at all.
Jiang Pengji said, "This isn't a suntan. The whitening powder you used naturally won't work."
The black mark was the Level 9 Loyalty Talisman. As long as the mark was still there, it could always attract the woman from another dimension.
Huijun sighed and carefully applied some medicinal wine to reduce swelling on Jiang Pengji's wrist.
While applying the medicine, she said, "Langjun, don't bother with that boorish man. He's a rough and worthless rock. It won't hurt if he bumps into it."
No matter how much a rock was thrown away, it would not hurt, but if a fine scratch was added to the unparalleled beauty of the world, it would be heartbreaking.
Jiang Pengji agreed verbally and looked at Huijun's lower abdomen. She said, "The conditions during the march were simple and crude. Fortunately, she was obedient."
Huijun's cheeks turned red. Her appetite had been very poor these few days. Everything she ate felt disgusting and nauseous.
Langjun told her that she really had a child in her stomach.
"How long has it been? How can you be sure?"
Due to the rules of the women's camp, Jiang Pengji did not want to reveal that Huijun was pregnant, so she did not hire a doctor to take Huijun's pulse.
Huijun wholeheartedly agreed with Jiang Pengji's decision.
Regardless of whether Huijun was a soldier of the women's camp or not, in the eyes of outsiders, Huijun was a female soldier of the women's camp.
The women's camp was already very secular, and it was difficult for them to walk. If there was news that a woman in the military camp was pregnant, how could her reputation be maintained?
Since she could not hire a doctor, Huijun could not be sure whether she was pregnant or not until Jiang Pengji gave her a definite answer.
Jiang Pengji did not know how to take pulses, but her mental brain was strong and she was especially sensitive to mental aura.
There was another weak mental wave on Huijun's body. This was a sign of a new life.
"In short, you still have to be careful. Don't tire yourself out on a daily basis."
Although they did not rush on their journey, marching all day was tiring. For a pregnant woman who was still in her first month of pregnancy, it was enough to be fatal.
Jiang Pengji could only let Huijun ride Little White. Even the saddle, reins, and stirrups on Little White's back were modified to make it as comfortable and light as possible. It looked a little gaudy. Fortunately, Little White's temperament was gentle. It did not make a fuss and was as obedient as ever.
Huijun pursed her lips shyly. A gentle smile hung on her face, as if she was enveloped in a holy light.
Jiang Pengji could not help but smile knowingly when she saw it.
She sincerely hoped that this would be the starting point for Huijun's brand new future. She would not be entangled in the quagmire of the past.
There were still ten days before the Slight Heat. Jiang Pengji finally returned to the base camp that she had not seen for half a year.
Half a year had passed. Chengde County, which had been ravaged by the flames of war and destruction, slowly regained its vitality. Young people who had escaped the flames of war returned one after another. Because they had caught the tail end of the spring ploughing, the faces of the people there finally had a healthy blush and relaxed smile.
Fengyi County was full of vitality. The wasteland that had been cultivated was already filled with crops. It was full of vitality.
Farmer men and women ploughed the fields while children played and frolicked.
Chengan District was a small district that had been tried out in the first year of the "Method of Stationing the Fields". Now, it had taken on a new look. Farming could be seen everywhere.
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