The princess returns strongly, and the divorced regent is busy chasing his wife

"Okay...it's already been bandaged. Why are you still lying on the ground? Think about how we can get out?" Ouyang Miaoling said unhappily.

"Now that we are here, we might as well make the best of it. Ling'er, you should sit down and have a rest. Instead of spending your free time, you might as well come and appreciate the beautiful scenery around us." Nangong Mingxuan said lazily.

Ouyang Miaoling frowned and stared at Nangong Mingxuan: "Why do I feel like you have a sense of victory?"

“No...I have always been so confident.” Nangong Mingxuan said with a smug smile.

Ouyang Miaoling glared at him and said unhappily, "Don't give me that!" After that, she turned around and ignored Nangong Mingxuan, and walked straight towards Wushang and others.

She walked up to Wushang, asked him about the soldiers' injuries, and then began to arrange the next action. She directed everyone and worked in an orderly manner.

Afterwards, Ouyang Miaoling personally squatted down and carefully bandaged and treated the wounds of each of the injured. Her gentle and focused movements made the injured feel warm and cared for.

Wushang and Guimei took a few people to bury the comrades they carried out. They completed this task silently, their hearts filled with grief and helplessness.

Nangong Mingxuan, who had been sitting on the ground for a long time and was unwilling to get up, looked at the scene in front of him, and an indescribable feeling of regret surged in his heart. He sighed secretly, the battle was always so cruel, and life disappeared in an instant.

In fact, he was teasing Ouyang Miaoling like this on purpose. He just wanted her not to be too nervous and to relax so that she could face the next challenge.

Nangong Mingxuan got a chance to catch his breath and he adjusted his breathing on the spot. He was indeed careless just now and let that man hurt him. He just didn't want Ouyang Miaoling to see it and worry about him.

He would distract her attention. Now, while she was busy, he was going to sit cross-legged to regulate his breathing and internal strength and heal his internal injuries.

Ouyang Miaoling knew all of Nangong Mingxuan's little thoughts. As a doctor, she had just noticed that Nangong Mingxuan had internal injuries, but he was unwilling to say it out loud and make her worry, so she just cooperated with him in acting.

After a period of breathing exercises, Nangong Mingxuan's internal injuries were obviously much better. While Ouyang Miaoling was busy, she observed his changes out of the corner of her eye. When she saw that Nangong Mingxuan's face was rosy and his complexion was obviously much better, she finally let go of her worries.

When Nangong Mingxuan stood up, Ouyang Miaoling had also finished examining the last wounded person.

Ouyang Miaoling walked towards Nangong Mingxuan and said, "What should we do next? We have only seen a few of them, and it is difficult to deal with them. The road ahead will be even more difficult."

She had told Nangong Mingxuan this in advance to prevent him from underestimating the enemy.

"Ling'er... don't worry, now that we are here, we will not leave easily. If I am not mistaken, those people's lair should be somewhere here, and Feng Xing may have been brought here by them. These people have taken so much pains to lead us here, they will not let us die easily. They must have other tricks up their sleeves. What we have to do now is to keep our composure, wait and see, and respond to all changes with the same attitude." Nangong Mingxuan said calmly.

"Yeah... I thought so too. It's getting late. Our top priority is to find a sheltered place so that everyone can replenish their energy. We can talk about other things tomorrow." Ouyang Miaoling echoed.

"it is good……"

They had just finished their discussion when Wushang and Guimei came back with a few people who had carried out the mission. In addition to a few wild rabbits, they also had some wild fruits.

"Master...it's getting late. We hunted a few rabbits over there and picked some wild fruits. Let's fill your stomachs first, and then we'll talk." Wushang handed some wild fruits to Nangong Mingxuan while buying some rest time for everyone.

Nangong Mingxuan took the wild fruit and nodded, "That's good, everyone should eat something first to recover their strength."

Everyone started sitting together and sharing food.

Wushang, Guimei and a few other guards who were good at martial arts and not injured, built a fire on the spot, processed the prey in their hands, and prepared to roast rabbit meat for everyone.

The evening breeze blew through the forest, bringing a slight chill. Ouyang Miaoling looked at the exhausted people, feeling worried.

After everyone filled their stomachs, they found a relatively safe place to rest.

Nangong Mingxuan and Ouyang Miaoling kept watch, watching the movements around them vigilantly, so that the wounded could get enough rest. In the second half of the night, Wushang and Guimei took turns to keep watch.

As the night deepened, the forest was filled with silence. Suddenly, a subtle sound was heard, and Nangong Mingxuan immediately became alert. He signaled Ouyang Miaoling to keep quiet, and then quietly approached the direction of the sound.

When the two of them slowly approached and made a noise, they pulled aside the grass and found a person lying in the grass, which immediately made them alert.

Nangong Mingxuan slowly approached, and suddenly the man looked up, looked at Nangong Mingxuan with relief, then closed his eyes and fainted.

"Mo Ran" Ouyang Miaoling screamed, because the man was wearing the same butterfly mask as Mo Ran.

Nangong Mingxuan carefully took off the mask on the man's face, and what came into view was a face full of scars and a hideous look that made people want to vomit.

"Ling'er...is he still Mo Ran?" Nangong Mingxuan raised the question in his mind.

"I don't know. Judging from his body shape and expression, he looks like him, but what on earth did he go through? Why was his face disfigured?" Questions swirled in Ouyang Miaoling's mind.

"Let's go... take him away now, wake him up and ask him about it, then we'll know," Ouyang Miaoling suggested.

"Okay... I'll listen to you. But he looks like this, and I don't want to help him. I'll let Wushang come over." After saying that, he fled the scene.

Ouyang Miaoling looked at Nangong Mingxuan's leaving back and shook her head helplessly, sighing in her heart that men are indeed pretentious creatures.

However, when she turned around, she saw the man lying on the ground motionless. Ouyang Miaoling frowned and thought about checking his pulse first.

So she walked over to Mo Ran, squatted down, put her hand on his wrist, and prepared to take his pulse.

After a moment, Ouyang Miaoling's face turned extremely ugly. She couldn't believe what she saw and checked the pulse carefully again.

Finally, she raised her head in horror, looked at the man who had fainted on the ground, and murmured to herself: "This... How is it possible? What on earth have you been through?"

Wushang hurried over after receiving the order from his master. He came to Ouyang Miaoling, knelt on one knee, bowed and said, "Princess."

Ouyang Miaoling came back to her senses and said quickly, "Wushang, help this man up quickly and find a clean place to put him. I want to give him acupuncture."