The poisonous concubine is very arrogant, making the crippled king blush and his heart beat fast

Jiang Mengli came to his senses and quickened his pace back to the tent.

There were other people in the tent, all with frowns on their faces, staring silently at the mummy-like man.

When he saw Jiang Mengli coming back, he immediately made way for her.

Shen Hu frowned and said, "He's not His Royal Highness Prince Yu. We don't even know him. We saved the wrong person from the beginning. What should we do?"

After hearing this, Wen Mohan, who was lying on the mattress, opened his mouth with great effort and made a hoarse "Mmmm" sound anxiously and with difficulty.

I am Wen Mohan... I am Prince Yu...

Unfortunately, no one could hear his voice, which made him feel very depressed and desperate.

General Tang also had a worried look on his face. "What should we do? Send him back, or abandon him?"

Wen Mohan: “!!”

No...it can't be sent back.

I'm Wen Mohan, I've been poisoned and possessed by an illusion...

"Uh..." Wen Mohan tried hard to make a hoarse sound, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't clearly say what he wanted to say.

Everyone felt sorry for him when they saw his appearance.

The bandages all over his body had begun to bleed, and the scabs on his face had cracked. It was obvious that he had endured a lot of inhuman torture.

Shen Hu retracted his gaze and said, "It doesn't seem appropriate to just ignore it. The fact that they can treat him like this shows that they are not in the same group with the Langya Clan. The specific decision on what to do depends on Miss Jiang."

Jiang Mengli thought for a moment and said, "Since he was rescued by accident, we can't just leave him alone. He looks quite pitiful like this."

"I'll check his injuries. Yun Jian and Yun Ying stay to help. Everyone else go and get some rest. It's getting late."

It was already late at night and dawn would come in an hour.

Everyone left the tent one after another.

It was only then that I discovered that Prince Wen Yu was standing outside, and I didn't know how long he had been standing there.

General Tang showed him a lot of respect when he saw him, "Your Highness the Crown Prince."

I looked down on him before I left and kept giving him instructions along the way.

When he was rescuing people, he discovered that his Qinggong was very good, which showed that his internal strength was also deep, and his killing moves were also quick and decisive.

Wen Yu nodded, "Go and rest."

After saying that, he turned around and left dejectedly. He felt a little guilty for saving the wrong person.

If the rescue fails, it means that precious food and supplies will be used to exchange for people.

Food and fodder... those are what keep the soldiers alive. What should we do next?

Jiang Mengli used scissors to untie the bandages on Wen Mohan bit by bit, "Yun Jian, the medicine man must be locked up well, and be careful when touching him, don't get hurt."

Yun Jian: "It's inside the iron cage. The key is with me, don't worry."

The bandage was half untied, revealing the wound.

Looking at the smooth wound, they already knew how it was caused.

Jiang Mengli frowned and said, "He was stabbed with a dagger, and each cut avoided the vital parts, causing him pain but not death."

Suddenly I thought of taking some things from space.

But he couldn't let the other two see him, so he said, "You should go and rest too. We still have things to do tomorrow, and a good rest will give you more energy."

"Wen Mohan is still in their hands. He will definitely bring people here to exchange for food tomorrow. We must find a way to rescue him without giving him anything."

Upon hearing this, the two men stood up and responded respectfully, then immediately entered the room one after the other.

Jiang Mengli pulled the curtain shut, then turned around and took out some things from the space: alcohol, cotton swabs, gauze, needle and thread, wound medicine...

Wen Mohan kept looking at her, his eyes slightly red and moist.

I really want to be able to speak, I really want to tell her that I am Wen Mohan.

But would she believe it even if she could tell it to a completely unfamiliar and ugly face?

I probably won't believe it. After all, this is all too incredible, too absurd...

Suddenly, Wen Mohan thought of writing, so he raised his hand with difficulty and put it on the ground. The wound opened and bled due to the movement.

what……

The pain made him break out in a cold sweat and tremble all over.

Jiang Mengli turned around and saw it, and hurriedly grabbed his hand, "Don't move, you have too many wounds, some of which are very deep, and they need stitches to heal better."

"Look, these places are bleeding. It will hurt."

Her tone was gentle, without any disdain for his tattered and decayed clothes.

Wen Mohan looked at her serious and gentle appearance, tears rolled down the corners of his eyes, his throat was choked and uncomfortable, and his heart ached badly.

Such a broken body, even if restored to its original appearance, is not worthy of her.

Although the face is fake now, but... the scars on the face are real, very ugly and hideous scars.

Even he himself hates it.

Jiang Mengli saw water droplets dripping onto the back of her hand and looked up at him in surprise, "Does it hurt? Bear with it, I'll give you some anesthetic powder and then treat the wound."

"It will hurt more when I clean the wound, so you have to bear it. I'll give you a handkerchief to bite to prevent you from biting your lip."

Wen Mohan tried hard to hold back his tears and nodded, but his eyes were still tearful, which made people feel very pitiful.

Seeing him nod, Jiang Mengli smiled and handed the handkerchief to him to bite.

When the alcohol was applied to the wound, his veins bulged with pain. He bit his handkerchief tightly and endured without making a sound.

Deep wounds are sutured only after applying anesthetic powder, and after treating the upper body, the lower body must also be treated.

After she finished dealing with it, she looked up at the patched body and felt a tingling sensation on her scalp. She felt a little sympathetic to his situation.

"These beasts are so cruel. I don't know if they will treat Wen Mohan like this. Who are you? Why do they treat you like this?"

Wen Mohan was anxious: I am Wen Mohan...

I opened my mouth but still couldn't say anything.

A deep feeling of powerlessness spread throughout my body.

This feeling of powerlessness is so frustrating and terrifying, and I feel like I'm going crazy.

"I forgot for a moment that you can't speak." Jiang Mengli took out a small flashlight and glanced at his throat. "Your throat is a little injured, but it's not to the point where you can't speak."

"Don't worry, I might be able to heal your throat so you can speak again. I'll apply some gold medicine and bandage it right away."

A quarter of an hour later, the wound was finally bandaged, and even his face was bandaged, leaving only his two eyes for seeing, his nose for breathing, and his mouth for eating exposed.

She packed up her things, stood up and said, "You rest here tonight. After all, you can't move."

After saying that, he left the room.

As she stepped out, she bumped into a wall of flesh, and a hand suddenly grabbed her waist, preventing her from falling.

"Are you okay?" Wen Yu looked at her worriedly.

Jiang Mengli breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that it was him. "It's okay, why haven't you gone to bed yet?"

As she hurriedly stepped back, Wen Yu realized that his hand was still on her lower back. He blushed and frantically withdrew his hand, "Uh... I... I thought it would be inconvenient for you to live here, so I'll live inside and you can stay at my place."

Jiang Mengli also thought it was inappropriate to stay in the same room with that man, so she came out.

Now that Jianwen Yu had brought it up, she didn't act pretentiously, "Okay, thank you, Your Highness. I'm also very tired and want to go rest."

As he said this, he yawned, gestured goodbye, and walked towards Wen Yu's solitary thatched hut.

Wen Yu watched her back as she left, then looked back at his hands with a blush, as if her warmth was still lingering on them.

Suddenly he came to his senses and slapped his cheek in annoyance: What nonsense are you thinking about? That's the woman that Uncle Ninth Prince wants to marry back home.