After binding the investment system, I began to cultivate the empress

"Young Master Li, this condition can be cured with some warming and nourishing medicine."

The old military doctor hesitated to speak and had to write while speaking.

As soon as he finished speaking, soldiers outside ran to get medicine.

Some need to be decocted, while others are already prepared by the army and can be taken by simply mixing them with water for emergency use.

After doing all this, he looked at Qu Sheng.

"Commander, you..."

"Go out and talk."

Qu Sheng stood up, opened the tent and went out, but just as he opened the door, he stopped.

There were more soldiers coming than he had imagined.

There was a huge noise outside, thousands and thousands of soldiers, but they had not made any sound before.

I'm afraid that all the soldiers and generals who have no support are here.

With such reputation, even if the prince himself came, he would not be able to match it. In the eyes of these people, he saw his own image in the past.

Back then, the prince led them to kill a demon king of disaster beasts. What Li Mo did today was more than that.

I'm afraid that if Li Mo raises his arms and calls out, the brothers will follow suit and go through fire and water...

As long as this young hero Li is alive and flies higher and higher, the brothers will have hope in their hearts.

The Qingmu camp will not disband.

"Commander, how are you?"

"Has Young Master Li woken up?"

Anxious yet suppressed inquiries were heard one after another.

Qu Sheng cleared his throat and did not answer the first question. He said comfortingly:

"Young Master Li hasn't woken up yet, but he's fine. He'll wake up as long as he takes good care of himself."

The words fell.

The heavy atmosphere seemed to lighten a bit, and each of the tough men showed an expression of relief.

Qu Sheng looked back inside the tent and said:

"Alright, everyone go and rest. Miss Ying is treating Young Master Li's injuries."

"If there's really nothing to do, go make dumplings. Winter Solstice is coming soon, and we can all eat together."

After saying that, he took the old military doctor and left.

I walked to an empty place. There were not many people there, and it was already covered in silver.

He walked into the snow in white clothes, like a white horse among reeds. His figure, blurred by the white, looked even thinner.

Qu Sheng turned around and asked softly:

"Do you think this General is nearing his end?"

"You just need to take good care of yourself..."

The military doctor wanted to say something comforting, but under Qu Sheng's gaze, he said honestly:

"This winter."

Commander Qu seems to have only white hair, but in fact he is like a burnt dead wood, and ordinary life-extending drugs are of no use to him.

He knew that the Imperial Capital or those hidden sects might have magical objects that could seize the fortune of heaven and earth, and that might be effective.

But those divine objects are all priceless treasures.

Qu Sheng lowered his eyelids, looking calm at his impending death. He looked up at the silver moon in the snow:

"Before the prince returns, this matter can only be known between you and me."

Since ancient times, famous generals are like beauties, and they are not allowed to see their hair turn white in the world.

But those who can resist the arrival of this day, no matter how romantic they are, will gradually become like a demon, such as Han Zhen.

He doesn't do that kind of person.

...

In front of the central army tent.

Some soldiers were reluctant to leave, but the medicine had already been boiled by Ying Bing and brought in.

When the wind blew on the tent, the curtain was lifted slightly.

But the woman, who was like the cold moon hanging high outside, touched the spoon with her broken jade lips, gently blew the medicine inside to cool it down, and fed it into Li Mo's mouth.

"Why don't we just go."

"Why are you leaving?"

"Child, listen to my advice, let's go back and make dumplings."

"Brother, I can flip the dumpling wrappers. Let's do it together."

"Okay, let's go back and make dumplings together!"

The soldiers left in a long line.

When leaving, he was even considerate enough to roll down the curtain of the central army tent and help tie it up so that the cold wind outside could not blow it open.

Inside the big tent.

After Ying Bing fed him the medicine, she took out the ointment and applied it to him.

Her eyes were heavy, and her white fingers gently touched the scars on his body. She knew that these scary-looking wounds were not fatal, but the white teeth that bit her lips were getting harder and harder.

It must be very painful.

If she had already condensed the forms of all birds and gathered the Phoenix Spirit today, then how could she, who had used the feathers of a true Phoenix, let him charge into battle alone?