Even though I was dressed as an ugly woman, I was still forced to love by all kinds of big guys

The accompanying military doctor sutured Shang Shiyu's wound and applied medicine. He was not used to others touching him too much, so he stood up and wrapped the gauze around himself.

Liu Ye entered the tent and saw him like this. He wanted to help, but he avoided him.

Touching his nose awkwardly, Liu Ye handed over the porridge and cakes and thanked him without admitting it: "Thank you for what you did today..."

He looked hesitant, and it was obvious that he hadn't finished speaking. Shang Shiyu didn't say anything either, just waited quietly for what to say next.

As expected, it was Liu Ye who couldn't help himself first. He explained, "I'm just curious about what mission the Sixth Prince will give you alone. I didn't mean to follow you..."

What he really wanted to ask was, little brother, have you told the Sixth Prince that I was following you?

But he didn't dare ask.

Seeing that Shang Shiyu didn't say anything, Liu Ye didn't get discouraged. He looked around and suddenly saw a pair of insoles neatly placed next to the bloody clothes he had taken off.

The insoles were not put in the shoes, but placed on the bedside like a treasure. Liu Ye realized that they were probably made by his sweetheart.

A closer look reveals it's a novice's creation. The workmanship is crude, and there's a black dog embroidered in the middle of the mat? A dog's head?

This crooked stitching is meant to embroider a dog, right?

After thinking about the wording, Liu Ye wanted to start by talking about his sweetheart and get closer to the boy. But before he opened his mouth, he saw that he had already wrapped the gauze and stood up.

Without even a glance, Shang Shiyu changed into new clothes, carefully avoiding areas where bleeding might occur, and stuffed the insole back into his arms.

He began to eat, remaining silent and quiet.

This kind of taciturn person was the first time Liu Ye had seen one, and now was not the time to test him. He chuckled quietly, sat aside, and took a bite of the cake.

"Hello Wang Fugui, my name is Liu Ye." He introduced himself.

This young man is very interesting.

After more than half a month's long journey, we finally arrived at Laoshan. Everyone had lost their initial high spirits and their bodies were full of fatigue.

The autumn wind blew, and yellow leaves fell all over the sky. Han Junyue lazily got off the carriage and stretched.

He turned around and saw Li's second son, who was standing not far away with a sullen face. There was a white-haired chatterbox next to him, chattering at him.

Very good, no one died today, I can report back. Han Junyue nodded with satisfaction, the camp gate opened wide, and he led the team into the camp in an orderly manner.

Liu Ye was very excited. He had finally reached his destination and he really wanted to have a good rest.

He stood next to Shang Shiyu in a familiar manner. After more than half a month of pestering him, he had discovered that this young man was a cold-faced but soft-hearted person.

He affectionately imitated the Sixth Prince and called him "Er Gou", and he didn't say anything.

After everything is ready and the military order has been issued, we will only have one day to rest and will start formal training tomorrow.

Liu Ye cursed in his heart again, saying that he was being treated like a beast of burden and was not even allowed any more rest time.

He watched Shang Shiyu making the bed skillfully, and hurriedly took the seat next to him. Then he slowed down and packed his things slowly.

The conditions were very simple. They lived in a large room with ten people in one room. There were five beds on each side and only a long table in the middle. There were not even any stools.

Shang Shiyu chose a bed in the corner, made it, and then got up and walked out. He wanted to borrow some pen and ink from the clerk to write a letter to Su Su.

As soon as I reached the door, I was surrounded by several people with unfriendly expressions.

Some of them had their sleeves rolled up, revealing their thick, dark arms. They were all much taller than Shang Shiyu. The man in the lead had a scar on his forehead and looked ferocious.

His name is Hu Er. His older brother, Hu Da, is a centurion on the front lines. He wants to follow in his brother's footsteps and rise to higher positions! Bring honor to the family!

He despised those delicate young men who relied on connections to get military positions. Glancing at the frail Shang Shiyu with disdain, he issued a challenge: "A fight to the death. Do you dare to accept it?"

Shang Shiyu raised his eyelids slightly and did not answer, but Liu Ye behind him could not stand it anymore. He thought to himself, why are a group of grown men showing off in front of a young man?

He smiled, walked in front of Shang Shiyu, blocked him behind him, and advised: "We just arrived at the camp, it's not good to do this, right?"

Hu Er didn't care. He rudely pulled Liu Ye aside and asked Shang Shiyu again in a rough voice, "Do you dare to answer it?"

After Shang Shiyu nodded, Hu Er laughed sarcastically and said, "See you in the ring in half an hour!"

Leading the crowd, Hu Er smiled proudly, feeling that he could easily subdue the thin young master with one hand.

As long as he surrenders this relative in front of the Sixth Prince, letting the Prince see Hu Er's strength, and he can also make a name for himself in the camp, it will be a win-win situation!

The wound on his back was still forming a scar. Thinking that the wound might split open and get covered in blood again, Shang Shiyu took out the insole from his arms and carefully placed it under the pillow to hide it.

Seeing how he cherishes it, Liu Ye's eyes rolled around again. Others use the emperor to control the princes, but this boy, you just need to take his insoles.

When Han Junyue heard that there was a life-and-death fight in the camp, he was not interested at first. But when he heard the guard say that the protagonist was Li Jia's Er Gouzi, he immediately raised his butt which had just sat down.

Are you fully healed yet? You're ready to fight someone to the death?! If you die, Mad Dog will definitely give him trouble!

Although Han Junyue knew about the strength of Li Jia Ergou, he was still worried. After all, there are always people better than you. He walked out of the tent cursing and rushed straight to the ring.

As soon as I arrived, I saw several circles of people gathered below the stage. Two people were standing opposite each other on the stage, holding red tasseled spears, and a battle was about to break out.

Hu Er is big and strong, and his physique is comparable to that of Lin Dazhuang back then. Knowing that he cannot win in strength, Shang Shiyu's eyes narrowed coldly and said, "Then I'd better compete with you in speed!"

He rushed towards Hu Er like a gust of wind, and the red tasseled spear in his hand almost left an afterimage. Hu Er reacted quickly and rolled over neatly, dodging the attack in a slightly embarrassed manner.

Amidst everyone's exclamations, Hu Er steadied his body, but suddenly felt a slight stinging pain on his face. The opponent was too fast and he was still scratched.

He wiped the blood off his face heroically, and rushed towards the young man in front of him with a big laugh. His speed was not slow either!

The two fought fiercely. Hu Er was indeed strong, but he was no match for Shang Shiyu. When the smoke and dust cleared, Hu Er knelt on one knee, supporting his body with his arms, unwilling to fall down.

Shang Shiyu held the red tasseled spear in one hand, pointing it at the wounded Hu Er, with the tip of the spear only half a finger away from his throat.

Hu Er was filled with frustration. He couldn't even beat this delicate relative! He muttered, "Come on! I'll admit defeat!"

In a life-and-death fight, the loser has the right to take the life of the defeated opponent.

Hu Er closed his eyes and welcomed his fate.

Shang Shiyu ignored him, removed the red tassel spear that was pointed at his throat, turned around and looked at everyone, and asked calmly: "Is there anyone else who refuses to obey? Come on together."

Most of the men in the camp were young and hot-blooded. Who could stand the provocation of the young man? Several of them stood up one after another.

But after a fierce fight, everyone was defeated.

Blood had seeped from his back, staining his clothes. Shang Shiyu remained calm, staring at the people below the stage, and asked the same question, "Is there anyone else who refuses to accept?"

This time, no one dared to respond.

Han Junyue looked at the young man standing on the high platform with a stern expression and a silver spear in his hand. He stood with his back straight, his eyes contained the might of thousands of troops, and a sense of righteousness surrounded him.

An inexplicable thought arose in his mind: if all the young men in Daqi are like Wang Ergou, why should he worry about the unrest in Daqi?