Famine and exile: I brought the Spirit Spring to save the entire Marquis's mansion.

For the first time, Huo Chang'an enjoyed the treatment of an emperor.

She was served throughout the entire bathing process.

Although his spirit had collapsed, his brother remained full of fighting spirit.

It made him both happy and painful.

That's it. Apply medicine, bandage, massage, loosen muscles and bones...

Sang Ning lit a high-grade tranquilizing incense, which Lu Shishen had made by cooking dried flowers from the spiritual spring.

"Ning'er..." The man was wrapped in the quilt, with only his head showing.

That face, once exquisitely handsome, even more so than a woman's, is now weathered by wind and sun, and has endured the trials of war. It is now heroic and resolute, with defined features, exuding the masculine aura of a mature man.

But at this moment, those bloodshot eyes lost their sharpness, were covered with a layer of mist, and had an unfathomable depth within them.

“Hmm…” Sang Ning responded.

"Ning'er..." he called again.

Sang Ning thought he was going to ask about the Thunderclap, so she pursed her lips, wanting to explain.

Suddenly, his brows lifted, his eyes cleared of all confusion, becoming as clear and innocent as a child's, or like a fledgling bird waiting for food, full of anticipation and longing.

"Trial marriage?"

Sang Ning found it both funny and embarrassing.

Since that trial marriage, she has lost all enthusiasm.

Every time she was seduced by that powerful body and handsome face, she remembered the pain of that day.

She felt that her current body was too immature, and he...

Regardless, his most important task right now is to get a good night's sleep.

"There will be plenty of opportunities. You should rest now."

"You're lying, you're not satisfied..." He lowered his eyes in disappointment.

Why is she dissatisfied?

Okay, the general is throwing a childish tantrum again and needs to be coaxed.

Sang Ning took off her shoes, got into bed, and snuggled under the covers. She cupped the man's face in her hands and kissed his lips.

She rubbed his dry lips until they were rosy and moist.

Just as he was about to put his hands on her waist and become forceful, she said softly, "It's not that I'm not satisfied, it really hurts, and I'm a little scared."

"You go to sleep first, and we'll try it slowly after you wake up, okay?"

She blew air, like a fairy.

She kissed his eyes again, as if they were a precious jewel.

How could a man say he was bad? He only hated that he wasn't good-looking enough to cause her so much pain.

"Okay...uh!" The voice suddenly changed tone, as if it had been scalded by molten lava, and the following sounds were hard to describe.

He simply gripped the blanket with both hands, his eyes fixed on Sang Ning, growing increasingly red and increasingly... lost in her presence.

Sleep well, my hero.

Sang Ning kissed the man who had already fallen asleep.

His brow relaxed, still bearing the last trace of joy.

He wiped his hands with a handkerchief, fetched water, and gave his darling baby a bath.

She straightened the blankets again and went out to check on the battle situation.

……

Although they won the battle, countless people died or were injured.

War is so cruel.

Inside the tent belonging to a mid-level general, Huo Jingya anxiously watched as the military doctor began to provide first aid to Feng Dali.

He was shot in the heart.

He shielded her from it.

Despite their usual bickering, Huo Jingya didn't take Feng Dali's words seriously at all.

However, in the critical moment, he shielded her from an arrow.

People who finally managed to get out of the mountains.

A person who boasts that they will make something of themselves.

A person who practices diligently and never slacks off.

How could someone be so reckless with their own life?

Huo Jingya felt cold in her hands and feet, and was at a loss for what to do.

"Jingya, don't stay here. You have so many injuries. Go get them bandaged up." Ling Feifei tried to drag her away.

But Huo Jingya broke free from her.

"I'll stay here and keep watch."

"Jingya".

Sang Ning walked in.

"Fourth Sister-in-law," Huo Jingya asked hurriedly, "Will Zhen Tianlei... harm you..."

"Those are all unfounded rumors, don't worry unnecessarily."

Sang Ning took out a pill and put it into Feng Dali's mouth.

She asked the army doctor, "How are you?"

"Fortunately, he missed by three points. General Feng is in good health, and he will be fine as long as he gets through tonight."

Sang Ning gave the medicine bottle to Huo Jingya.

These are pills made by Lu Shishen using a type of stalactite from a karst cave as the main ingredient, specifically for nourishing the heart and lungs.

"Dali will be fine. If you're worried, stay here tonight and give him the medicine every two hours."

But for now, I need to get my wound bandaged and rest, otherwise I won't be able to hold on tonight.

Sang Ning tenderly wiped the blood from her forehead.

Huo Jingya bit her lip, "Fourth Sister-in-law, I don't understand why... I've never given him a kind look."

I could see the conflict in her expression.

Sang Ning understood somewhat.

Jingya had not yet developed romantic feelings for Feng Dali, so this incident made her feel more guilty than moved.

"Jingya, on the battlefield, there are plenty of brothers who will shield each other from arrows."

He saved you from the bottom of his heart, voluntarily. If you like it, you can reciprocate. If you don't, you should remember his kindness, but you don't need to feel any burden. Nor does he need you to feel any burden.

Don't overthink it. Becoming a general and developing a strong mindset requires going through many things; this is just one of them.

"I understand, Fourth Sister-in-law."

Huo Jingya followed Ling Feifei back.

Sang Ning went around to check on everyone, and gave some medicine to those who were seriously injured.

When they reached Shao Qing's tent, they heard that Shao Songchen was also inside.

The father and son were arguing.

Shao Qing: "If you were half as filial as Young Master Jintang, my injuries might heal faster."

"If you loved me as much as my godfather did, I might be even more filial than Jintang."

Shao Qingqi said, "Even if I beat you every day, you still have to be filial! It's only natural for a son to be filial to his father."

"Even if I'm angry with you every day, you still have to love me. It's only natural for a father to love his son."

Shao Qing: "...You brat, pour me some water!"

……

Sang Ning laughed as he listened, but didn't go in.

When they went to Yan Meng's tent, he wasn't there.

"Where is General Yan? Wasn't he supposed to be poisoned?" she asked the guard.

"General Yan, despite his poisoned body, went to check on the vacancies, because several centurions had already been killed in action."

Even though he's poisoned, he's still working so hard. Meng Ge is amazing!

She rushed to help.

When they arrived, they saw Yan Meng with black lips and bandages wrapped around his body, making arrangements in an orderly manner.

As expected of the Lion King, even in this state, he remains as steady as a mountain, still looking incredibly robust.

"Brother Meng, go and rest, I'll take care of the arrangements."

"It's alright, I can handle it. Is the lord resting? I heard the lord killed eight generals of the Northern Mongols in a row, that's amazing!"

"Hmm, you really don't need to rest?"

"No need, Madam, you should rest too. You've done so much and you must be tired. We can take care of the rest."

Ok.

Sang Ning was really tired. Yan Meng was experienced and knew his own body well, so she didn't need to worry about him.

"General Yan!" a soldier reported.

"She's here! Miss Beigong is here! You instructed me to inform you as soon as she arrives... Mistress!" The soldier greeted Sang Ning respectfully.

How come you came so quickly?

"This general is failing, the poison has taken effect!"

Yan Meng suddenly rolled his eyes and fell to the ground with a thud.

Sanning: "..."

Got it!

This black sesame filling is incredibly delicious!

She kicked him and said casually, "He's not dead, is he? Hurry up and drag him to the army doctor for bloodletting and poison treatment!"