Chapter 119 Not That Fragile

"You!" Zhuang Shihan was really angry now. She glared at Song Yanxi hatefully, then turned and ran away.

Lin Tingfeng hurriedly bowed to Mo Jinchuan and ran after him.

In the light of the fire, he didn't look majestic in his armor, but instead looked burly and strong, as if he might fall at any moment.

Song Yanxi had never seen a black bear, but she inexplicably felt that this was what it should be like.

Although the creature was stupid, it lived in the deep forests and mountains, and its mind was pure, far superior to that of a black-hearted and rotten-hearted person like Lin Tingfeng.

Even a bear would probably say it was bad luck if he heard this.

Seeing her staring at the direction where Lin Tingfeng left, Mo Jinchuan couldn't help but frown and steered the wheelchair to leave.

An Yi quickly said, "Don't look anymore, girl. They've already left."

Song Yanxi came back to her senses, turned to look at the master and servant, and asked, "Have you ever seen a black bear?"

Mo Jinchuan's eyes were indifferent, "No."

Hearing this, Song Yanxi smiled more.

She pointed at Lin Tingfeng's back and said in a cheerful tone, "Those two are in for a treat today."

Looking in the direction she pointed, Mo Jinchuan couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips.

"Puchi!" An Yi couldn't hold back his laughter and quickly covered his mouth.

Without waiting for Mo Jinchuan's instructions, he immediately said, "Miss, please take care of my prince. I'll go to the forest and hunt two pheasants for you and the master to change the taste."

As if afraid that Song Yanxi would refuse, he left after saying that and used his lightness skills.

Song Yanxi only felt a shadow passing before her eyes, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "What a beautiful Kung Fu!"

Just as he finished speaking, there was a dull thud of something heavy falling to the ground in the distance, accompanied by a muffled groan of pain.

The direction of the sound was exactly the direction the dark party had just flown away.

"This..." Song Yanxi began to reflect on whether her words just now distracted An Yi.

After falling from such a high place, the person should be okay, right?

Mo Jinchuan saw through her concerns and smiled lightly, "Don't worry, he's not that fragile yet."

He lowered his eyes to look at his legs covered with a blanket. "That day when we were ambushed, it was An Yi who carried me out from the sea of ​​blood and corpses. It took us a whole day and night to get back to the border town."

A simple sentence took away all the suffering.

Even if he didn't explain it in detail, Song Yanxi could guess how dangerous that day and night was.

As the commander of the army and loyal to him, An Yi would never watch him being imprisoned.

So that day, he must have been injured, and he was saving others by risking his own life.

The master and servant have fought side by side for many years and have saved each other countless times. It is said that the master and servant are better than brothers.

Zhuang Shihan just kept calling her a slave, so it was no wonder that Prince Jin was unwilling to give her any face. It was considered a good upbringing that he didn't slap her on the spot.

Song Yanxi was feeling angry when she saw Mo Jinchuan, who was sitting in a wheelchair, suddenly look up.

He seemed a little embarrassed and hesitated for a moment before speaking: "I'm afraid An Yi won't be back for a while. I wonder if Miss Song would be willing to push me for a walk by the river?"

After sitting in the carriage for several days in a row, Song Yanxi felt like her bones were about to fall apart, and she agreed without hesitation.

It was only when she was pushing the wheelchair forward that she realized she had agreed too quickly.

The sandy ground was not as hard as the stone bricks in the city, and the resistance to the wooden wheels was much greater than she had imagined.

Especially since Mo Jinchuan was a big and burly man with muscles all over his body, he was almost taller than Song Yanxi when he was sitting, so he couldn't push her at all.

She gritted her teeth and pushed forward, but she only managed to move three fingers.

Mo Jinchuan asked, "Do you need my help?"

Thinking about how happy she was to agree just now, Song Yanxi gritted her teeth and said, "No, I can do it."

She rolled up her sleeves, took a deep breath, put her hands on the handles and pushed hard, and then she pushed the wheelchair away easily.

Before Song Yanxi could feel happy, she realized something was wrong.

It's too easy...

Even when I was in the palace before, it had never been so smooth.

While Mo Jinchuan was not paying attention, she bent down and glanced to the side, and sure enough, she saw a big hand pushing the wooden wheel forward.

Looking at the owner of that hand, he was sitting steadily in the wheelchair, looking like a handsome young man as pure as the breeze and the moon.

Song Yanxi couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips, but did not expose him and walked straight to the river.

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When they set off on the second day, the two people who had not spoken to each other during dinner yesterday were sweetly together again, even riding a horse together.

You should know that the war horses in the army have dedicated people to take care of their food, and there are regulations on how many miles they can travel and how much food they can eat every day.

Even if Zhuang Shihan is a woman with a slender figure, there is absolutely no reason for two people to ride a horse together.

Not long after the army set out, the person in charge of looking after the horses came to complain.

"Is this really true?" Mo Jinchuan stroked the chess piece in his hand, raised his eyes to look at Song Yanxi who was thinking hard across from him, and asked, "What do you think, Miss Song?"

Song Yanxi said without even looking up, "I'm just a military doctor. Your Highness, why are you making things difficult for me?"

The two of them were in love, and it didn't matter if she said that. Wouldn't Zhuang Shihan come and fight her to the death?

Thinking that she would be discussing medical skills with her when they set up camp tonight, Song Yanxi immediately gave up the idea of ​​playing chess and took out the notebook from the cloth bag on her body and continued to read it.

The first half of the book is her master's experience in practicing medicine and saving lives for half a lifetime. It records many rare and difficult diseases in the world and their solutions.

The second half of the book is a diary of the years when Song Yanxi went down the mountain with him to cure diseases and save lives before he left the Valley of Divine Doctors.

In her master's words, those common diseases will present different symptoms depending on the region and individual's physical condition, so they must be kept in mind.

Treating illnesses and saving lives is no joke. You need to remember and read carefully and never be careless.

Song Yanxi was afraid that she wouldn't be able to remember it, so she simply wrote it all down.

She had read the first half of the book countless times when she was in the Valley of Divine Doctors. The edges of the notebook were almost torn, but she could gain new insights every time she read it.

She nodded as she read, and couldn't help but say, "Master really didn't lie to me."

Just as I was about to turn the page, I suddenly caught a glimpse of someone handing me a glass of water.

Song Yanxi happened to be very thirsty, so she thanked him and took the tea and drank it all in one gulp.

The warm water flowed down her mouth and into her throat. She sighed with satisfaction before she realized what was happening.

The carriage was halfway there, where did the hot water come from?

Song Yanxi turned her head and saw that there was a brazier in the middle of the carriage where the chessboard was originally placed.

Above the brazier, there is a rack made of thick iron wire, which is hollow in the middle. The skewers of things on it look very familiar.

Looks like meat?

Song Yanxi's eyes lit up, and she blurted out, "Is His Royal Highness Prince Jin making a barbecue?"