The Virgin Mary in the Book: I Decide My Life with Two Swords

Cang Yue Kingdom - Official Road

Due to the attack of the Rakshasa Sect, a lot of people were seriously injured or slightly injured, so Yelu Zongzhen ordered to find an open place to set up camp and rest for a day.

The imperial physician was extremely busy. After Ye Ling corrected the wound, he went into the space to clean the wound, changed his clothes, and hurried out to check on his own casualties: "Li Ye, how many casualties are there?"

"Two brothers died, and the rest were slightly injured, it's not serious," Li Ye replied.

"You arrived late. If you had joined the battle at the beginning, the casualties would have been more serious than this," Ye Ling said, looking at Yelu Zongzheng's men. "They are very powerful."

"Our brothers in Tianzitang are not weak either."

"Yes, take good care of the wounded and have a good rest. They are on guard for the time being, so you don't have to worry about it."

"Yes," Li also responded.

The "Envoy" Bicheng came over and asked: "Is your arm not seriously injured?"

"It's okay, just a little skin broken, how about you?"

"It's okay. You can go to the carriage and rest. The wounded will be taken care of by my subordinates."

Ye Ling didn't say anything more and turned to go to the carriage to rest.

Yelu Zongzheng sat in the tent, and Duan Peng said, "Your Highness, you are absolutely right. The Sixth Prince has indeed launched an attack. Fortunately, he has the Night Envoy to escort him."

"Is it really him? How did the interrogation of that living person go?" Yelu Zongzhen was a little distracted.

"He's definitely not a Luoshamen assassin, but he's...not easy to interrogate."

"That needs to be tried." Yelu Zongzheng looked up at Duan Peng, his eyes filled with anger. "I have always felt that Lao Liu alone doesn't have such great abilities. The Iron Mask is from the Luosha Sect, but what about those men in black? Are they also from Luosha Sect?"

"We've checked each one of them. They don't have tattoos, so they're definitely not assassins from the Rakshasa Sect. What are you suspecting, Your Highness?"

"Let's interrogate him first. I need to think about it carefully. Please leave."

"Yes," Duan Peng replied as he left, then he remembered something: "Your Highness, I guess you can only buy a carriage when you get to Cangzhou. There are definitely no good carriages in the small town we're passing through next."

"Nothing, the Night Envoy's carriage is as spacious as mine. I can sit with her for a while and we can even talk."

"Yes, and we've lost too many men. There are less than fifteen of us left, two of whom are seriously injured, and the rest are all wounded. We still have nearly five days to go. What if we encounter something like today again?"

"Don't worry. They've used all the experts lying in ambush in Cang Yue today. There will most likely be no assassins in the next few days. Besides, haven't the people from Langya Pavilion arrived? There are garrisons everywhere in Cangzhou. They won't dare to act openly like they did today. Go get busy!"

"Yes," Duan Peng bowed and left.

On the other side, Ye Ling was in the carriage preparing to treat Bicheng's wound: "Just sit still and don't move."

"Um... Si Shi, how about I ask Li Ye to help deal with it?" Bi Cheng was a little shy. He had many wounds on his upper body and had to take off his upper body.

"Don't move," Ye Ling didn't allow. She had already begun to gently take off Bicheng's shirt. In some places, the clothes stuck to the wounds and had to be cut with scissors. "Li Ye is busy on guard. The Second Prince suffered heavy casualties. Let them rest tonight and we will take care of the guard."

"Yes" Bicheng had no choice but to come.

Bicheng's physique was indeed quite good, a standard double-door figure. Ye Ling was amazed. In ancient times, all the men who practiced martial arts had broad shoulders and strong waists! Not a single piece of flesh on their bodies was superfluous.

Ye Ling picked up some iodine with tweezers and gently disinfected the wounds one by one: "This wound on your back is a bit troublesome! Can I help you sew it up? Otherwise, it will be difficult to heal. It's been so hot these past two days."

"Okay, go ahead. I'm not afraid of pain, so just sew it with confidence." Bicheng was very manly and didn't care about the pain at all.

Ye Ling took out a needle of anesthetic from the space, gently injected it into Bicheng's wound, and then began to sew it up: "How is it? Does it hurt?"

"I can't feel anything at all?" Bicheng was also puzzled. He just felt a little bit of a prick, and then there was no feeling.

"That's good." Ye Ling knew that the anesthesia was effective, so she sutured the wound with confidence, disinfected it, applied medicine, and wrapped it with gauze. "Okay, the suturing is done. You don't need stitches for the rest."

Bicheng turned around in bewilderment: "Secretary, are you sure you stitched it? Why didn't I feel anything?"

"That's because I'm light-handed!" Ye Ling said as she gave Bicheng a new set of clothes: "Jiuyou's, they were left on the carriage before, he wore them once, but I washed them clean. Your clothes are all covered in blood, and I don't know where the other two sets went when they were messed up just now. If you don't mind..."

"I don't mind," Bicheng quickly took the clothes and said, "I'll go change right away. I just saw that the Second Prince's chef has already started cooking. You can rest for a while and then you can eat."

"Okay, Jiuyou is a little taller than you, so the clothes might be a little long."

"It's okay, it's okay." Bicheng got out of the car with his clothes.

Ye Ling shouted across the carriage, "Bicheng, I'm going to take a nap. Please arrange for someone to stay by my carriage so that no one can disturb me easily."

"Yes," Bicheng replied, and then immediately found Li Ye: "Can you show me the wound on your back? Has it been sutured?"

Li also checked it out: "It's sewn, and it's quite neat. Did the eunuch sew it for you?"

Bicheng couldn't help but sigh: "The envoy's hand was too gentle. I almost didn't feel any pain. Now I feel like I can't feel the wound at all."

"Really? Next time I'll also be the one doing the sewing."

"You wish, go to the police immediately"

"Yes"

Ye Ling entered the space at ease and pinched Jiuyou's nose: "Are you still not awake? I gave your clothes away. Are you unhappy? Don't be unhappy! He has nothing to wear. Don't worry, when we get to Cangzhou, I will make you a few better-looking ones, okay? Hehe... Are you happy? If you are happy, you have to get up and work. Although I promised to support you, you have to do something, right? You can't always lie down like this, right? Don't you want to get up? Tsk~ Why are you still sleeping in? You are even more disobedient than Wanqi."

Meng Meng felt sorry for Ye Ling: "Master, you are getting more and more used to asking and answering questions by yourself like this."

Ye Ling sat down beside the bed, holding Jiuyou's hand, lowering his head and smiling bitterly: "Mengmeng, it's been a month. Tell me, how long will he lie there before he opens his eyes and looks at me?"

"Master, don't worry. You saved so many children a few days ago. The operating table has absorbed merits and has repaired some things. It said that Jiuyou will wake up one day," Mengmeng comforted.

"One day," Ye Ling repeated softly, then took Jiuyou's hand and kissed the back of it gently: "Jiuyou, you can definitely feel me, right? Try to wake up."

"Master..." Mengmeng was heartbroken.

"Go fill the bathtub. The wounds on his body have healed. I need to give him a bath. I can't keep rubbing him every day."

"Yes." Mengmeng flew into the bathroom in Jiuyou's room and started filling the bathtub with water.

By the time Meng Meng had filled the tub, Ye Ling had already stripped Jiu You naked. Meng Meng used her mind to instantly move him to the bathtub.

While showering, Ye Ling also washed Jiu You's hair and dried it with a modern hair dryer. Since Jiu You didn't have to go out, she hadn't tied her hair up for a month. Then Ye Ling changed the sheets, quilt covers, and pillowcases.

When Jiuyou returned to the bed, it was already dark outside. Ye Ling chose a red upper body and black lower body inner garment for Jiuyou to wear.

"Master, if you change him every other day, you might as well let him sleep naked," Mengmeng said.

"What do you know with your little brain? My Jiuyou is a respectable man. If he suddenly wakes up and finds himself naked, he will be so embarrassed that he will even try to commit suicide. You should quickly put these things in the washing machine to wash them. Don't forget to hang them out to dry," said Ye Ling.

"I know." Mengmeng started to work obediently.

Ye Ling finally had time to look at the wound on her left arm. Giving Jiuyou a bath and washing his hair had just reopened the wound. She sat down to tend to it while muttering, "Jiuyou, Master was right. I habitually ignore my left side when I fight, so it's always the left side I get hurt on. Sigh, I know you're teasing me again, but there's nothing I can do! If you're afraid that one day I'll be vulnerable, then hurry up and help me change this bad habit."

The room was quiet.

While tending to his wounds, Ye Ling continued to mutter to himself, "I've discovered a secret. Yelu Zongzheng didn't have an easy life in his country either. But I can understand that. After all, China has a history of 5,000 years, and wherever there are people, there are struggles and distinctions between high and low. Not to mention the royal families of every dynasty. There were the Nine Princes' Battle for the Crown Prince in the Qing Dynasty, the Xuanwu Gate Incident in the Tang Dynasty, the Eight Princes' Rebellion in the Western Jin Dynasty, the Seven Kingdoms Rebellion in the Han Dynasty, and so on. Many of these major historical events were caused by members of their royal family. Brothers killed each other, fathers and sons turned against each other, and each one was more ruthless than the other."

As they were talking, the wound was treated. Ye Ling put on his clothes again, sat down on the bed and continued to chatter: "Do you want to hear these stories? I have recently finished reading all the space story books for you, so I will tell you these stories. Today I will talk about the Xuanwu Gate Incident in the Tang Dynasty:

The story roughly recounts the struggle for the throne between Li Shimin, Li Jiancheng, and Li Yuanji. Li Shimin violently killed his elder brother, Li Jiancheng, and his younger brother, Li Yuanji, ultimately ascending the throne and ushering in the famous "Zhenguan Reign." Li Shimin was...

Ye Ling's story was very exciting. It lasted for almost two quarters of an hour, and Meng Meng listened very attentively. It was a pity that Jiu You still did not react.

"Master, it's time for you to go out for dinner," Mengmeng reminded him with concern.

Ye Ling was not discouraged. She smiled slightly and kissed Jiuyou on the forehead: "Be good and lie down. I will continue to tell you stories tomorrow night! Mengmeng, talk to Jiuyou more. The operating table said that this will help him wake up."

"Master, the operating table said that only when someone he cares about talks to him can he wake up. Mengmeng is not the person he cares about most. Please go and eat quickly."

"Don't give me excuses for being lazy, just keep talking."

"Okay, I got it." Mengmeng was helpless. It had almost told all the stories it knew in this month.

Ye Ling then came out of the space. It was dark inside the carriage, but outside there were bonfires and torches everywhere, making the camp very bright.

Bicheng's voice came: "Is the envoy still awake?"

“No movement”

"That's fine. She's been tired all day. Let her have a good rest. Don't disturb her. She can eat when she wakes up." After saying that, Bicheng went to sit by the fire to rest.

Ye Ling didn't want to go out either, so he went back to the space directly, took a few snacks made by Qian Qing, and ate just to fill his stomach. After that, he went to bed and would deal with the big things tomorrow.