The recruiting officer looked her up and down and said tactfully, "This young lady is rather petite and thin, and may not be suitable for fighting on the battlefield."

Compared to men, Jian Yang was indeed a bit thinner and smaller.

But she did not give up at all, and said with a smile: "Sir, I am not here to fight on the battlefield. I have excellent medical skills and can serve as a military doctor to treat and save people."

The sergeant's eyes lit up.

The army is in dire need of doctors, and now that one has come to him, he naturally wouldn't refuse. He immediately waved his hand and agreed to her enlistment request.

Jian Yang entered the front-line camp that same day, at which time both sides were in a temporary truce.

As a military doctor, she could only go to the wounded soldiers' tents.

The tent was now filled with wounded soldiers. Since there was only one medic, many wounded soldiers had not yet received effective treatment and could only wait on the side, clutching their wounds.

Jian Yang's involvement greatly improved the efficiency of treatment.

She worked hard, planning to visit her brother after she finished.

Meanwhile, her brother was studying the battle report in the tent.

"General, have some ginger soup. It's freezing outside, don't catch a cold." The soldier who was taking care of him brought him a steaming bowl of ginger soup.

Jian Hong took the drink and downed it in one gulp, then asked, "Are the injured brothers alright?"

The soldier nodded and smiled, "Another doctor came today. I heard he's quite nimble and has excellent medical skills. The brothers are all praising him!"

Jian Hong frowned upon hearing this.

Military doctors are different from other doctors; it's a thankless job with the risk of death at any time, so generally, not many people are willing to do it.

But now his camp has actually sent a highly skilled doctor, which makes it hard not to suspect that he might be a spy sent by the enemy.

Jian Hong put down his work, stood up and said, "Let's go take a look."

"Ouch, I'm afraid I'm not going to make it!" A young recruit cried out, clutching the wound on his stomach.

Jian Yang stepped forward, looked at the horrifying wound on his stomach where he had been slashed with a knife, and comforted him, "Don't worry, I'm here, you won't die."

"But my stomach has been cut open." The new recruit looked desperate.

Jian Yang said seriously, "The abdominal cavity was not cut open. The wound can heal quickly as long as it is disinfected and sutured. You can trust me."

After she finished speaking, she disinfected his wound with strong liquor, and then carefully stitched it up with needle and thread.

The idea of ​​sewing human flesh together like cloth was unheard of, and soon a crowd of onlookers gathered around them.

After Jian Yang finished stitching up the new recruit's wound with great concentration, she was so tired that she was covered in sweat. She raised her hand to wipe it with her sleeve and said with a smile, "Eat well and sleep well, and it will heal in less than half a month."

The greenhorn looked at her with a mixture of belief and skepticism.

No sooner had she finished speaking than a shout came from behind her: "Tell me honestly, who sent you here?"

The next moment, a sharp sword gleaming with cold light was placed against Jian Yang's neck.

Jian Yang exhaled a large plume of white smoke.

The other person didn't recognize her, but she could tell who he was by his voice.

So she said irritably, "Your father sent me."

Everyone gasped.

This doctor is incredibly bold!

Jian Hong was stunned when he heard the voice.

He immediately sheathed his sword, grabbed Jian Yang's arm, and dragged her out of the wounded soldiers' tent and into his own.

"Ayang, what are you doing here?!" Jian Hong looked at her in shock. "And what happened to your face?"

“Hehe, it’s a mask.” Jian Yang said as she pulled off the mask from her face.

Jian Hong stared at her for a long time before accepting the fact that she had come to the front line.

"But didn't Father say you ran off to the south? Why have you come to the north again?"

Jian Hong knew about Jian Yang's faked death.

Jian Yang smiled and said, "I heard there's a war here, so I came to help you."

“Who needs your help?” Jian Hong said sternly. “This place is extremely dangerous. How can I rest easy with you here? Listen to me, I will send someone to escort you away tonight.”

Jian Yang immediately grabbed his sleeve and said pitifully, "Brother, I don't want to leave. Please don't send me away. I'll continue to be your army doctor, okay?"

“No,” Jian Hong said sternly, “there is no room for discussion on this matter.”

Jian Yang immediately resorted to her charming and coquettish tactics.

"Brother, my dear brother, please let me stay, I beg you."

As soon as Vice General Wang Yong entered the tent, he saw a woman dressed as a man but with a rather beautiful appearance, grabbing the sleeve of the ruthless commander and whining and acting coquettishly.

Commander Jian Hong, who had never been close to women, looked at the woman in front of him with a helpless expression and said in a doting tone, "Alright, but you must stay by my side obediently and not run around."

Wang Yong: I think I've discovered something incredible!

Wang Yong said, "I'm sorry to bother you."

Jian Hong was about to call out to him when he realized that the man was running faster than a rabbit.

From that day on, rumors began to circulate in the military camp that the commander-in-chief had a stunningly beautiful woman by his side, whom he greatly favored, and that he would keep her by his side at all times, even when marching and fighting.

Jian Yang: "???"

But it seems she's not wrong; she really is a stunning beauty, hehe.

And her brother really does love her; he takes her everywhere he goes.

Although the rumors became increasingly outrageous, Jian Yang was too lazy to refute them.

Since military life is rather dull, using her gossip to lighten the mood is not a bad idea.

However, the rumor quickly spread to the capital.

Upon hearing this, the emperor jokingly remarked, "I never imagined that Minister Jian had this side to her."

Eunuch Zhang also laughed and said, "I heard that girl is extremely beautiful, and she and General Jian even look somewhat like a married couple."

The emperor could no longer laugh.

Besides husband and wife, siblings are also people who look alike.

As it happened, Jian Hong had a younger sister, who was the empress he had been longing for day and night.

The thought that Jian Yang had traveled a great distance to see her brother, but refused to see her husband, made the emperor feel a pang of jealousy.

Now I can't even concentrate on reading the memorials.

"Never mind, let's go for a walk in the Imperial Garden," the Emperor sighed.

Zhang Gonggong didn't understand why, but he still quickly did as instructed.

The two arrived at the Imperial Garden.

"Your Majesty, please be careful, the roads are slippery in the snow," said Eunuch Zhang.

No sooner had he finished speaking than a figure suddenly emerged from behind the artificial hill and plunged a dagger straight into the emperor's abdomen.

"Guards! There's an assassin! Save the Emperor!!!" Zhang Gonggong's shrill voice pierced the sky.

Blood instantly soaked through the dragon robe, and the emperor lost consciousness.

Several days later, news of the emperor's assassination reached the northern frontier.

When Jian Yang heard the news, she was having dinner with Jian Hong when her chopsticks fell to the table with a "clatter".

"Is His Majesty alright? Is he injured? How badly is he injured? Has the assassin been caught?" She bombarded the soldier who came to deliver the message with a series of questions, leaving him bewildered.