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

The late autumn evening was already quite chilly. The weak, pitiful, and helpless Liu Shu watched as the young master, who was about the same age as him, wiped away his tears and walked towards him step by step through the autumn wind that swept away the fallen leaves. The last rays of the sun behind the young master gradually disappeared, and the entire sky gradually faded from the brilliant red of the sunset to the cold, bluish-white twilight.

A chill ran down Liu Shu's neck.

"Young Master Qin, you, you... what do you want to do?" Liu Shu asked intimidatedly.

The young master, who had already reached him, gave a sinister smile and slowly leaned down, answering in a rather oppressive tone, "Helping you on your way..."

Before Liu Shu could refuse, the young master had already reached for his injured thigh, grabbed the blood-soaked trouser leg, and asked through gritted teeth, "Eighth...brother...is this how you help me?"

Liu Shu cried out in pain, but still managed to politely ask, "May I ask, may I ask where I have offended Young Master Qin?"

Li Bao'er was suddenly deflated by the gentle and polite attitude. Having spent so much time in the military camp, she was no longer used to this civilized way of communicating.

Forget it, I won't bother arguing with an idiot.

Li Bao'er was about to stand up and leave when she noticed that the wound she had pinched was bleeding again. She sighed, once again reflecting on how this civilized person had been corrupted by that crazy, reckless Peng Zizheng. Why should she take her anger out on such a polite and simple-minded ancient person?

Thinking this, Li Bao'er planned to tear a strip of cloth from the white-clad boy's clothes to tie up the wound near his heart to stop the bleeding. However, the boy's clothes were surprisingly sturdy; she couldn't tear them at all. Li Bao'er thought to herself, "I think I'm quite strong now. Could Peng Zizheng be right? I really am too weak?" She then drew her dagger and, before the boy could react, slashed off a corner of his shirt, swiftly wrapping it around his thigh.

After finishing all this, Li Bao'er looked up, about to ask if the man could stand up so she could help him to town, but she saw that his fair face was already red. Having just experienced a fever, Li Bao'er thought to herself, "This is troublesome," and then reached out to touch the man's forehead: "You got a fever so quickly?"

Blood instantly spread across the white-clad youth's ears and neck, and he mumbled something with his eyes downcast.

This big young man was acting so coy and swaying, which Li Bao'er found very displeasing. She grabbed his armpits and pulled him up while quoting Peng Zizheng's famous saying: "Are you even a man anymore? Did you leave your vocal cords at home? Speak up if you have something to say!"

With Li Bao'er's help, the man in white stood up and said in a loud voice, "Thank you for your help, Young Master Qin. May I ask where you are staying? I will repay you handsomely when I return to the palace."

Liu Shu is sixteen years old this year. Because he is not yet married, he has not been granted the title of king. In addition, since neither the emperor nor he is married, he still lives in the palace.

Li Bao'er didn't believe for a second that this person was a member of the royal family, and told him to shut up: "Stop talking nonsense, save your energy for walking. You're so big, but you're as weak as a woman."

Having long since adapted to the rough and tough life in the military camp, Li Bao'er gradually learned to tear down the umbrellas of the weak.

The real imperial relative Liu Shu obediently shut his mouth like a puppy, leaning against the short Li Bao'er all the way, listening to Li Bao'er's cursing and swearing, and hopping and skipping towards the town.

Fortunately, the journey wasn't long, and in about half an hour, the two arrived at the inn where Li Bao'er was staying.

There was nothing Li Bao'er could do; this idiot insisted he lived in the palace, and she couldn't very well actually send that thing to the palace.

She is not stupid.