Lu Bu: My wife comes from two thousand years later

With fair skin, pink lips, and a turned-up nose, the corner of her face that shows through the veil is as exquisite as a beauty carved out of white jade!

Qu Yi walked over and gently lifted the veil. When he saw the other half of the face with black and yellow spots, his throbbing heart instantly turned cold. Qu Yi stretched out his foot to kick her awake, but when the foot reached her, it changed direction and kicked the table.

"Little doctor, get up quickly and fetch me some water to wash my hands."

Zhang Mo had been exhausted these past few days. She had barely closed her eyes when someone called her out. She was irritable and glared, "Why are you yelling? I'm not your servant. Why should I serve you?"

"Ah, you little doctor, you're ugly and have a bad temper. How lucky are you to be able to serve this general?!"

Zhang Mo snorted, "I'm only responsible for acupuncture and boiling medicine, not serving anyone." Her master is now Yuan Shao's benefactor, and Zhang Mo is not afraid of being punished because of a few quarrels. Acupuncture is fine, but if you want her to serve this guy, you're dreaming!

"You, don't know what's good for you!"

Although Qu Heng was angry, a grown man couldn't fight with a little girl. Besides, he couldn't do anything now. He snorted heavily and sat back on the couch waiting for Qu Heng to come back.

For the next few days, Zhang Mo stayed in Qu Yi's tent. Whether it was intentional or not, Qu Yi's condition, which could have been cured in two days, took five days to improve. He was almost exhausted and lost a lot of weight.

On the morning of the sixth day, Qu Yi drank the medicine again. After Zhang Mo finished acupuncture, she said, "General, your condition is under control. You won't need acupuncture anymore. Just be careful about what you eat for the next two days. I'll come back for a follow-up visit the day after tomorrow."

After tormenting Qu Yi for several days but failing to kill him, Zhang Mo felt that it was boring.

"Does the General allow you to go? You are not allowed to leave until your diet returns to normal."

Qu Yi didn't really want Zhang Mo to serve him because his personal guards did a lot of the work. Zhang Mo just took his pulse, did acupuncture, and boiled medicine every day. She had free time at other times. Qu Heng also took good care of her because Doctor Zhang had saved his master.

Qu Yi refused to let her go, so Zhang Mo had no choice but to stay with him. Another day of sleeping passed. Because she slept too much during the day, Zhang Mo was so miserable that she couldn't sleep at night. She curled up on the couch and silently recited the prescription. After a while, she vaguely heard noise coming from outside.

As soon as she sat up, Qu Yi jumped up from the couch and shouted, "Ah Heng, what happened?"

Qu Heng hurried in from outside, "It's Gongsun Zan's army coming."

Ever since the outbreak of the epidemic in the army, Yuan Shao had been on guard against enemy raids and had sent out wave after wave of scouts. As soon as Gongsun Zan's troops left the camp, scouts came to report. By the time Qu Yi got dressed and came out, it was already dawn outside.

"How many troops have come? Where are they going?" Qu Yi walked up to Yuan Shao and asked.

Yuan Shao's face was heavy. "About 25,000. The main force is less than 20 miles away, and the vanguard of 4,000 is less than 10 miles away."

"Gongsun Zan is coming out in full force."

Qu Yi's face turned ugly instantly. There were only more than 10,000 soldiers left on Yuan Shao's side who could fight. Under normal circumstances, this disparity in troop strength would not mean that they had no chance of winning. However, the army had recently been hit by an epidemic. Although a cure had been found, the patients' conditions had only improved. Those soldiers who were sick could not go to the battlefield at all, and the morale of those who were not sick was also very low. This battle would be difficult to fight.

Tian Feng said, "Gongsun Zan is coming with great momentum. Many counties in Jizhou have already surrendered to him. If we lose this battle today, I'm afraid even more people will join Gongsun Zan."

Yuan Shao's eyes were cold, and he gripped his sword tightly. "Order to the three armies: Anyone who cuts off two heads today will be rewarded with one string of silver. Anyone who cuts off five or more heads will be rewarded with one string of silver. Anyone who is cowardly in battle will be killed without mercy!"

"Junyi, quickly lead two thousand cavalry to stop the enemy's vanguard. The rest of you should quickly form up in front of the camp."

Zhang He received the order and immediately led his troops out of the camp. Qu Yi dragged his body, which had just recovered a little, to command the soldiers to form a battle line.

Zhang Mo, who had come out with Qu Yi to inquire about the news, hid behind a tent. Looking at the Yuan Shao army around her whose morale was still not very high, her face became solemn.

Historically, the war between Gongsun Zan and Yuan Shao lasted for two years. In the end, both sides had exhausted their military supplies. Dong Zhuo sent envoys to negotiate in the name of Emperor Xian, which ended the war.

In this battle, Gongsun Zan's White Horse Volunteers were completely wiped out, and Yuan Shao was considered the victorious side. However, now the war broke out half a year earlier, from winter to summer, causing a plague in Yuan Shao's army. I am afraid that Yuan Shao will lose this time.

Whether Yuan Shao lost or not had nothing to do with her, but she and her master could not suffer with him. Qu Yi had no time to take care of her at this time, so Zhang Mo slipped away to the sick camp to find Zhang Ji.

Hearing about escaping, Zhang Ji shook his head, "No, these critically ill patients are still in danger. How can I leave at this time?"

"Master, Gongsun Zan's army is coming with great momentum, and Yuan Shao has just been hit by a plague. He is probably no match for them. Once they break into the camp, Yuan Shao and his men will have their own people to protect them and escape. What about us? Who will care whether we live or die?"

When her life was threatened, Zhang Mo was not as great as Zhang Ji, so naturally, saving her own life was the most important thing.

"You said 80%, so doesn't that still leave a 20% chance of winning?"

"Master, are you relying on this 20% chance to survive?"

"Anyway, I'm not leaving. Besides, do you think Yuan Benchu's military camp is like your home, where you can just go out as you please?"

"Master, you forgot that Zhongkang is still outside. He must know that the enemy is coming and will meet us at the agreed place."

Honeysuckle followed up, "Sister Amo is right. Master, you must take good care of your body so that you can treat more patients in the future."

Glancing at Zhang Mo, who looked anxious, Zhang Ji hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded. "Okay, let's go. I'll listen to you."

The three of them left the sick camp without packing their things and headed towards the southwest corner of the main camp. That was the place Zhang Mo had agreed to meet with Xu Chu before entering the military camp. It was originally to prevent Yuan Shao from not releasing them later so that they could sneak away.

However, Zhang Mo's thinking was too simple. Under normal circumstances, they might be able to escape if someone helped them. But today, when the enemy attacked, there were patrol soldiers everywhere in the camp, and the three of them couldn't even get a hundred steps close to the outer edge.

Zhang Ji spread his hands and said, "It's not that I don't want to leave, it's just that I really can't leave right now."

He turned and walked back, saying as he went, "I have dedicated my life to healing and saving lives. All the medical skills I have learned are recorded in books. Take them with you, and I will go and ask Yuan Benchu ​​to let you two go, because I saved the lives of so many of his soldiers. If I unfortunately die in the chaos of battle today, I only hope that you two can inherit my legacy and make our relationship as master and disciple worthwhile."

Zhang Mo followed him, "I won't leave until Master leaves."

"My master is old, and it wouldn't be a pity if he died. You two are still young, how can you take the risk?" Zhang Ji stopped and turned around.

Zhang Mo rolled her eyes. "Who was the one who said he was in his prime the day before yesterday? Anyway, I'll be wherever you are. Didn't you say that? Doesn't that still give us a 20% chance of winning? And maybe Yuan Shao will remember you when he flees!"

Zhang Mo said as she walked towards where Qu Yi was. "You go back to the patient camp first. I'll go ahead and get some information."