Traveling through an ancient military camp: Bao'er's survival song

Back at the inn, Li Bao'er neatly wrapped her small lotus leaves with the newly bought cloth, then combed her still-wet hair in front of the mirror. Although the reflection in the bronze mirror was slightly distorted, it was still clear that the person in the mirror was indeed handsome. Li Bao'er thought of Bai Xiaosi's prediction that she would one day be showered with fruit, and couldn't help but chuckle. She wondered how her little brother, Xiaosi, was doing on the distant border, and whether he had gained any new followers.

However, as Li Bao'er looked at the mirror, she began to feel something was amiss. She thought the slightly blurry face in the mirror looked familiar, and she tried to recall the faces of her mother and San Ya, but she couldn't remember anything about them from her panicked state.

The more she thought about it, the dizzier she became. It wasn't until she felt the air coming out of her nostrils burning that she belatedly realized she had a fever.

In this backward era where supplies and medicines were scarce, Li Bao'er dared not underestimate a cold or fever. She stood up, intending to ask the shopkeeper about the pharmacy and get some hot water, but unexpectedly, she suffered a stroke and almost fell to the ground.

Just then, his door was suddenly opened, and the person he least wanted to see appeared, like a persistent ghost.

Peng Zizheng had gone out to look around and saw some candied hawthorns for sale at the market. Thinking that kids all liked them, he thoughtfully bought a few skewers to cheer up his little brother. But as soon as he opened the door, he saw the boy almost trip over, his face even redder than the candied hawthorns in his hand. He strode over and asked, "Why is your face so red? I bought you some candied hawthorns, isn't my big brother good?"

Li Bao'er thought to herself: My face is so red and you're still trying to take credit? Shouldn't a normal person help me find a doctor?

But she still stood still, accepted the candied hawthorn, thanked Peng Zizheng, and then said, "I may have caught a cold."

To everyone's surprise, the lunatic Peng didn't seem to care. While mocking her for being weak, he lightly punched her in the chest. This punch, unremarkable yet precise, landed squarely on her developing budding breast.

Sisters who have gone through puberty know that that part of the body is incredibly sensitive, even a light poke can cause excruciating pain! Li Bao'er, in excruciating pain, widened her eyes, let out a long gasp, clutched her chest, and plopped down on the bed.

Peng Zizheng looked at his "extraordinarily powerful" fist and scolded his younger brother, "You've become this weak? Are you even a man? How are you going to fight in the future? How are you going to protect our country? I think you'd better start training properly from now on. I can't spoil you anymore!"

Li Bao'er, who was cursing under her breath, suppressed her anger and retorted through gritted teeth, "General, if you still consider me your little brother, please get me a doctor..." Then she lay down listlessly, pulled the blanket over herself, and sweated profusely.

"Hey! You're even giving me orders now?" Peng Zizheng looked at his younger brother, who was lying dead under the covers, and muttered as he left the house.

It's just a cold, why bother calling a doctor? Look at any man who catches a cold, doesn't he just tough it out in a few days? As Peng Zizheng instructed the waiter to fetch a doctor, he made up his mind to train Li Baobao properly from now on. Her body is so weak, she's even weaker than a young lady from a wealthy family.

Meanwhile, Li Bao'er, still huddled under the covers, felt a chill of fear: the little boy had been right! If she hadn't covered her chest properly, Peng Zizheng, with his keen senses, would have definitely felt it with a single punch. Before falling unconscious, she tried to remember that when she woke up, she absolutely had to go to the steamed bun shop to find this precocious little boy; perhaps he was the key to her return to modern society.