With one hand she heals, and the other hand she kills, the princess vows to rule the world!

"Make way, make way!" At this time, a very disgusted voice sounded outside the tent.

Zhang Zhirou was holding a plate of medicinal soup, but saw that the entrance of the tent was blocked by several tall figures.

The three of them turned around at the same time and saw Zhang Zhirou, who was also in a mess.

The woman who had always been delicate and beautiful now looked like she had lost all her former brightness and brilliance. She was dirty all over and looked like a little beggar.

"elder brother?"

Zhang Zhirou was stunned for a moment, then she took advantage of the gap when the three people moved sideways, squeezed in, and handed the medicine in her hand to the injured soldiers.

After distributing the medicine, she walked over to Zhang Zhiyi and looked him over. "Brother, are you okay?"

elder brother?

The wounded soldiers, holding medicine in their hands, looked at each other in bewilderment. They had no idea that the girl who had been busy running around in the camp was actually General Zhang's sister! They had thought she was the daughter of a commoner in the city, who had come to help!

They didn't do anything improper, did they?

Did I say anything rude just now?

A group of people carefully recalled whether there was anything wrong with their previous behavior, fearing that Zhang Zhiyi would find out and make things difficult for them.

"I'm fine!" Zhang Zhiyi said with a cold face, letting go of Zhang Zhirou's hand.

How disgraceful it is to pull and tug in front of soldiers!

"Oh, you're hurt!" Zhang Zhirou saw a bloodstain on his right shoulder and her face turned pale. "Sister He, hurry up and help my brother take a look!"

"It's okay, just a minor injury. I'll ask Doctor Xu to take care of it later." A hint of unnaturalness flashed across Zhang Zhiyi's face, and his eyes swept across Shu He in a panic.

"Sister He is right here, why are you looking for Doctor Xu?" Zhang Zhirou frowned, her pretty face flushed slightly, and a hint of threat rose in her eyes. "Oh, are you still doubting my sister He's medical skills?"

"I, I didn't!" Zhang Zhiyi's stern face showed signs of panic for a moment, but he quickly calmed down and regained his usual indifference. "Mrs. He is already very tired, Ah Rou, please stop making trouble!"

Zhang Zhiyi coughed lightly again, and the area behind his ears turned slightly red.

Zhang Zhirou's face showed disappointment, and she couldn't help but glare at him secretly. This Zhang Zhiyi! He really doesn't understand anything! Such a good opportunity was wasted!

"General, Doctor Xu's old bones are much more tired than mine. You'd better not add to his burden." Shu He walked to the door of the big tent with a smile. When she first arrived, she had already seen Doctor Xu and Cheng Qi. In such a large military camp, there were only a few military doctors, and their burdens were much heavier than hers.

At the door, she saw Beiji's strange expression, with a slight frown between his brows, "Beiji, are you okay?"

Although she had never seen Bei Ji's skills, she had heard a lot about General Bei's reputation, so she thought protecting herself should not be a problem, right?

However, in the battle outside the city, the strength of the two sides was very different. He was right. One person's courage alone could not withstand the crowd of ten thousand people. Besides, he was just like Zhang Zhiyi, who was injured but did not say anything.

If he really is injured, she can deal with it together.

"I don't."

Shu He frowned. Why did he feel that something was wrong with Bei Ji and Zhang Zhiyi? Why were they so hesitant when speaking?

"Really?" Shu He confirmed with him again.

Beiji was a head taller than her, and was so close that she had to look up at him.

"Really, really not!" He accidentally met her gaze, and for some reason, he panicked. "The prince is still waiting for me, I'm leaving first."

"Hey?" Shu He looked at the back of the person turning and leaving, a little puzzled. If there is no one, then there is no one. Why are you running?

However, why does the color of the clothes on his back seem a bit weird?

"Nanqi, you..." She looked at Nanqi and wanted to ask why they came to see her?

He patted his head lightly, his face full of regret, "Oh no! I forgot that the master is still waiting for our report in the Biluo Courtyard!"

Nanqi also ran away. In the big tent, a group of soldiers wrapped in gauze were stunned, with surprise on their faces.

What did they just hear?

From the north to the south?

Is it what they thought was, reaching the north and starting from the south?

"General Zhang, let's go. I'll go treat your wound."

Seeing that nothing was wrong here, Shu He thought about going to treat Zhang Zhiyi's wound.

At first, Zhang Zhiyi was a little hesitant, but under Zhang Zhirou's "ruthless" pushing, he finally took Shu He to his own tent.

After those people left, the tent suddenly exploded!

"It seems to be General Bei! I went to the Chengfeng Army camp to take a peek, and the General Bei leading the troops in training seemed to be like this."

"Then, the other one, is it really General Nan?"

"But didn't General Nan say he disappeared with King Dongli? Why is he here?"

"Could the rumors from a few days ago be true? King Dongli has really reappeared in Beisha City?"

"It must be! Otherwise, how could five thousand garrisons alone hold the city against the Northern Di army's attack? King Dongli must have returned! He brought those five thousand garrisons to defend the city!"

"Great! King Dongli is finally back!"

……

In Zhang Zhiyi's tent, Zhang Zhirou brought clean water and utensils and then quietly left.

Before leaving, she winked at Zhang Zhiyi, as if to say, "Brother, I can only help you up to this point. You have to be careful on the rest of the way!"

Zhang Zhiyi pretended not to see Zhang Zhirou's eyes, his lowered eyes hiding a bit of shyness and embarrassment.

Seeing Zhang Zhiyi sitting upright, Shu He asked, "General Zhang, can you take it off by yourself?"

Zhang Zhiyi was stunned, his hands moving slowly and hesitantly. This was the first time he had undressed in front of a woman...

Shu He thought that he was moving slowly because of the pain in his wound, so he did not urge him and waited quietly for him to reveal the wound on his back.

After an unknown amount of time, Shu He was getting tired of waiting. She felt that if Zhang Zhiyi didn't undress, she would do it herself!

Finally, the wound on the back of the shoulder was revealed.

From shoulder to shoulder blade, it was deep and long, and the outer layer of blood had dried up. He had been holding it in until now!

Forget it. Seeing how tolerant he was, Shu He decided not to bother with his lingering thoughts.

She began to clean her wound and apply medicine.

After applying the medicine, Shu He washed his hands and told him, "General Zhang, your injury is quite serious. I'll give you a different medicine tomorrow. It should help you heal faster. Don't touch water for the next few days."

Zhang Zhiyi said nothing and kept his head down.

"General Zhang?" Shu He thought he didn't hear her, so he called out again.

At this time, Zhang Zhiyi said softly, "I understand."

Shu He nodded, looked at the blood stains on his body, and couldn't help but frowned. "If there's nothing else, I'll go back first."

She wanted to go back to take a shower and change clothes! And Xiao Yi'er, she hadn't been back for so long, I wonder if she was worried or scared.

Zhang Zhiyi put on his clothes and turned around, wanting to ask about the city defense last night, but he saw that the woman had already walked out of the tent without even turning her head.

Zhang Zhirou had been waiting outside. She was a little surprised to see Shu He come out so quickly. When she heard that she wanted to go back, she didn't say much, but just told her to be careful on the road.

After Shu He left, she went into the big tent and looked at her brother with a confused face.

"Brother, what's wrong with you? Didn't you say anything to Sister He?"

Zhang Zhiyi's expression returned to its usual indifference, and he asked seriously, "What did you say?"

Zhang Zhirou: ...

What a straight man!

I can’t carry it, I really can’t carry it!