Will he jump into the river?

In an instant, all the blood in his body seemed to be poured on his head, the veins on the general's forehead were bulging, and his eyes were scarlet.

He didn't know how he rushed over, and he didn't know that he broke Li Changyu's wrist abruptly, and picked up Shen Mu again.

There is only one thought left in his mind---the imperial doctor, he needs to find the imperial doctor, his nerd is injured, he needs to find the imperial doctor...

Imperial physician, where is the imperial physician...

He ran madly with the person in his arms, as if everything around him had been stripped away, and the space between the sky and the earth was pale and empty.

It was as if the blankness had reached the end and counterattacked again, and scattered memory fragments suddenly crashed into my head, one scene after another, overwhelming...

He saw that his bookworm asked with a blank face, where is General Situ?

General, the emperor has an order...

It seemed that there were thousands of troops, and the dust and smoke billowed. The nerd grabbed his hand and said firmly, Shen would like to advance and retreat with the general...

Turning around again, the nerd said with a smile, general, Shen got two jars of old pear blossom wine...

He said, general, a certain scholar Shen...

He said, Situ...

I'm afraid something will happen to you...

Ah Yue...

"Ayue, Ayue..." The general's head was swollen so badly that he couldn't distinguish between memories and reality. It took him a long time to recover from the chaos and heard Shen Mu calling him.

Shen Mu held the dagger in both hands, the blood was drenched in the forest, and when he let go, the dagger fell, and the blood stained the white clothes.

"Bookworm, don't be afraid," the general hurriedly ran while holding him, "Don't be afraid, let's go to the imperial doctor..."

"A Yue, I'm fine..."

"Yes, it's all right," the general murmured to himself, "it's all right..."

"It's just a pain."

"It doesn't hurt, it won't hurt in a while, no..." The general finally stopped in a daze, and looked at Shen Mu blankly, "He...does it hurt?"

Shen Mu reached out his hand and took out something from his bosom---it was the begging lock given to him by the general, and the word "Fu" on it was even dented.

"The dagger is locked," Shen Mu explained, "I'm just hurt." His lock was originally hung around his neck, but the general touched the lock and his stomach at night, with a smirk on his face, He was puzzled, so he took it off and looked at it carefully for a long time this morning, but he didn't see anything, so he put it in his arms.

Unexpectedly, Li Changyu counterattacked on the verge of death and wanted his life.

What's more, the silver lock in his arms happened to block the dagger.

The general was still stunned, "That blood..."

Shen Mu raised his hand to show him, "It's blood on his hand..."

The general seemed to be drained of strength suddenly, and he knelt down on the ground.

"A Yue," Shen Mu saw his pale face, his heart ached, "I'm fine..."

The general hugged him tightly and buried his face in the crescent of his neck.

There was warm liquid dripping down Shen Mu's neck.

"Ah Yue..." Shen Mu hugged the trembling person tightly.

The general cried.

Shen Mu had never seen a general cry.

No one has ever seen it.

When soldiers approached the city, their lives were hanging by a thread. The general never shed blood but never cried, and even scolded the recruits who were scared and crying for nothing.

The recruits would probably never have imagined that their ferocious general was scared to cry by a scholar's blood-stained white satin coat.

"Mother is protecting you..." The general buried his face and said hoarsely, "Study, she must like you very much..."

Shen Mu nodded, and said softly, "Well, then I'm going to thank my aunt..."

The general opened his mouth and bit his neck, "I want to call you mother!"

"Well," Shen Mu said with a smile, "Thank you, mother..."