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"Xiaohong" Wang Zhaojun knew that the loyal Xiaohong and the flag bearer had been guarding outside the carriage. They were also concerned about the general's safety. "You and Li Zhong go together to serve the general a bowl of warm broth... put a few pieces of meat in it. Hurry!"

Wang Zhaojun chewed a finger-sized piece of wolf meat for a long time until she felt Qian Mingduo was ready to swallow it. Then she took a mouthful of broth and fed Qian Mingduo mouthful by mouth using the same method as before.

When Wang Zhaojun saw that the bowl of meat soup was almost empty, she smiled and looked at Qian Mingduo. While wiping the corners of Qian Mingduo's mouth with a handkerchief, she said softly: "Zijian, do you know? When I was feeding you just now, I couldn't hold back a bite and swallowed it myself." She smiled and said, "You won't blame me for stealing your meat, right?"

Qian Mingduo's lips moved as if he wanted to respond to Wang Zhaojun's question. However, his face soon showed a painful expression. His brows were furrowed, as if he was bearing a heavy pressure, and deep grooves formed between his eyebrows.

The muscles on his face were twitching, and every muscle was telling of the torment in his heart. His face became even paler, and his whole face was twisted and hideous.

His eyes suddenly opened, glaring, the muscles around his eyes tensed, his eyes were full of despair and helplessness, his gaze was empty and absent-minded.

Qian Ming's body was shaking more and more violently, as if he was in extreme cold. All the muscles in his body were twitching involuntarily. His face was as pale as paper, his lips were purple, and his teeth kept chattering, making a rattling sound.

He closed his eyes again and hugged his arms tightly, trying to resist the cold, but it was no use. His breathing became rapid and heavy, and every breath was chilling.

"Xiao Hong" Wang Zhaojun shouted loudly: "Hurry up and ask the doctor to come over, quickly!"

The doctor who had just taken Qian Mingduo's pulse bowed and retreated to the door of the car, whispering, "General, this is caused by the cold poison in your body. Judging from your pulse, you not only have the aversion to cold poison in your body, but also the extreme heat poison."

"Why is this happening?" Wang Zhaojun asked anxiously.

"The wolf's claws and mouth were filthy and full of pathogenic things. The general was torn and bitten by the wolf. Although I have used the golden wound medicine to clean the wound thoroughly, the pathogenic things must have already entered the general's body."

"Do you have a good prescription to treat the general?" Wang Zhaojun noticed that Qian Mingduo's forehead began to ooze sweat, and his originally pale face had turned slightly red. "What you said was right, the extreme heat poison in the general's body has begun to act up."

The doctor came forward to check, and after a while, he sighed and said, "I originally wanted to order people to light a bonfire next to the general to drive away the cold poison, but the general's body has alternating cold and heat poisons, and the timing of the alternation is unpredictable. According to the general's pulse, the cold poison in the general's body is greater than the heat poison. Although the bonfire next to the general can drive away the cold poison, once the heat poison attacks the body, the bonfire next to the general will become an accomplice of the heat poison. So, if you are not careful... I'm afraid the general will have an accident."

"Do you have a prescription?" Wang Zhaojun asked while wiping the sweat off Qian Mingduo.

"The decoction I'm preparing is designed for this situation, but..." The doctor looked up at the anxious Wang Zhaojun and continued, "I've said before that if the general can survive these two or three days, he'll be fine."

"I understand. You can leave now." Wang Zhaojun nodded helplessly. "I will ask Xiaohong to find you if there is anything."

Although all the quilts had been opened, Qian Mingduo was still sweating profusely. The sweat mixed with the blood from the wound had dyed the gauze slightly red.

Wang Zhaojun could only shed tears and wipe them silently for Qian Mingduo.

After a while, Qian Mingduo's body began to tremble again, and his face gradually turned from red to pale.

Wang Zhaojun quickly covered him with quilts one after another. She lay beside him, hugged the trembling Qian Mingduo tightly, and listened to the "clacking" sound of his teeth.

Suddenly, Qian Mingduo stretched out his arms and made an interception gesture. Although his whole body was shaking violently due to the extreme cold, his voice was still clear and firm, without any hesitation or fear. "Don't be afraid, baby! Come to me, your Zijian will protect you."

After saying this, Qian Mingduo seemed to have used up all his strength. His arms drooped weakly, as if he could no longer support his body. The "clack" sound between his teeth became rapid and crisp, which seemed to be his last resistance in the cold.

Facing this scene, Wang Zhaojun felt a warm breath. It was the power brought by Qian Mingduo's love and courage. Her heart was deeply touched, and an unprecedented emotion surged in her heart. At this moment, Wang Zhaojun understood what Qian Mingduo meant to her - selfless, brave and unreserved.

Wang Zhaojun looked at Qian Mingduo, her eyes filled with endless tenderness.

Without hesitation, she untied her belt and took off all her clothes. Then she lifted a corner of the quilt and gently got into bed. She wanted to use her body temperature to warm Qian Mingduo and use her passionate emotions to drive away his coldness.

Under the gentle caress of the morning light, the Gobi Desert wakes up quietly. A hint of white appears on the horizon, and gradually, the white is dyed into orange, red, and golden, like a gorgeous painting slowly unfolding in the sky.

The rising sun tried hard to penetrate the thin atmosphere, and the light it shed was not warm, but had a kind of cool tenderness. The undulating sand dunes outlined graceful curves in this weak light, and their outlines became clearer under the interweaving of light and shadow.

Although the camel caravan did not need to set off, these well-trained soldiers woke up early. They skillfully packed their equipment and luggage, as if they had already become accustomed to this pace of life.

The soldiers' movements were light and agile, and they had a tacit understanding with each other, and they could complete their respective tasks without too many words. The sun gradually became brighter, illuminating the entire camp, making everything seem vibrant.

No matter what the soldiers were doing, they would turn their concerned eyes to the princess's carriage from time to time, because their general was going through a test of life and death.

The captain walked to Xiaohong's side and looked at her. Seeing Xiaohong slowly shaking her head, the captain sighed and asked in a low voice: "Has the princess not given you any instructions yet?"

"No." Xiao Hong rubbed her bloodshot eyes and whispered, "The princess ordered a bowl of meat soup yesterday. If the general drank it... I think the general will be fine."

"Can't you get on the carriage and ask the princess?" the captain said, "All the soldiers are concerned about the general's safety!"

"No," Xiao Hong shook her head and said, "The princess has ordered that no one can approach the carriage without her order. I can only wait for the princess's order."

The bright sunshine shone through the gaps in the car window, like a wisp of golden stream, gently sprinkling on Qian Mingduo's face. The warm and soft light, like the gentle touch of nature, gently brushed across his face, bringing a sense of tranquility and comfort.

His eyelids twitched slightly, as if awakened by the sunlight, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Qian Mingduo blinked his eyes. He wanted to stretch out his hands to block the golden sunlight, but found that his arms were tightly held by someone.

The moment his consciousness gradually became clear, his eyes suddenly widened and he looked at Wang Zhaojun, who was lying on top of him and already sleeping, in disbelief.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze, his mind was blank, and he was completely unable to comprehend the situation in front of him. His heartbeat suddenly accelerated, his breathing became rapid, and he was stunned as if he had been struck by thunder.

Then, the shock receded like a tide, and the emotion swept over like a surging wave. His eyes were instantly moist, his throat was tight, and an indescribable warmth surged in his heart. He knew that Wang Zhaojun had put aside all her reserve and concerns in order to warm him up, and this selflessness and courage filled his heart with gratitude and admiration.

An irresistible warmth and tenderness spread in his heart. He gazed at Wang Zhaojun's peaceful sleeping face and felt the warmth from her body, as if it was the most precious and warmest harbor in the world. This tenderness made his heart become extremely soft.

Wang Zhaojun felt Qian Mingduo's body move slightly, she slowly opened her eyes, not yet fully awake from sleep. Suddenly, she felt Qian Mingduo's body burning hot.

Wang Zhaojun raised her head and found Qian Mingduo looking at her awkwardly.

"Zijian, you're awake," Wang Zhaojun said excitedly. She supported her body with her arms. "You're finally awake."

"Am I in your car?" Qian Mingduo asked softly, but his eyes involuntarily looked at Wang Zhaojun's chest.

"Zijian." Only then did Wang Zhaojun realize that she was naked. Her shy face was like a ripe red apple.

"Zhaojun...what are you doing..." Qian Mingduo asked ashamedly.

"You are cold, I will warm you." Wang Zhaojun said softly. She shyly left Qian Mingduo's body and tucked the quilt for him. She turned around and slowly put on her clothes under Qian Mingduo's gaze.