Zhang Lin is the postmaster of a posthouse on the official road leading to the Northern Frontier. Although he doesn't know much about military affairs, the recent urgent military reports from the Northern Frontier are enough to show the decline of the Northern Frontier army. I heard that even His Royal Highness the King of Chu was injured. Could it be that those coyotes will really break in?

Zhang Lin's posthouse is very close to the Northern Frontier. He has experienced wars before, but since His Royal Highness the King of Chu came to the Northern Frontier, he has only been able to suppress the Jie people and has never been beaten so badly. Zhang Lin has asked his wife to take the children back to his hometown, but he himself is the postmaster and cannot leave.

On this day, Zhang Lin weakly scolded the lazy postman Niu Da, but Niu Da said unconvincedly: "Who would pass by the post station at this time of year? The Northern Frontier Army's letter for help just passed by the post station yesterday. Even if the court sent someone, it wouldn't be so fast!"

"Hey! You little bastard, you are lazy and you think you are right! Hurry up and wipe the table."

Niu Da said lazily: "It will be the same after wiping it. How can it be called Northern Frontier without some dirt?"

Zhang Lin was so angry that he took off his shoes and was about to beat him, but suddenly he heard the sound of galloping horses outside. He didn't have time to put on his shoes, and hurried out of the post station. He saw a group of knights galloping from the south. The dust on the official road was flying, which showed that there were quite a few people coming.

Zhang Lin hurriedly shouted, "Niu Da! Go and boil some water!"

Just a moment later, the group of knights had already arrived near the posthouse. The leader was a man in blue clothes, with an upright posture and bright eyes. He was obviously a soldier. He got off his horse neatly and handed the token in his hand to Zhang Lin.

Zhang Lin took it and looked at it carefully. There was a big word "Chu" on it. His heart trembled, and he hurriedly bowed and said, "So you are under the command of His Royal Highness the King of Chu. Sir, please rest inside for a while. Hot tea and hot food will be served soon."

The man nodded, but walked behind him and supported a young man who could not even stand steadily.

Although the young man was now covered in dust, Zhang Lin could still see that he had a handsome face, and his hands and neck were delicate and white, which could only be raised by a wealthy family. Zhang Lin was unsure of the young man's identity, but he could see that he was not suited to long-distance riding, so he carefully asked, "Do you need me to call a doctor for this young master?"

The man in green also frowned and said, "Young Master Lu, why don't you stay in this inn for a few days and then come up after your injury heals."

Lu Zheng shook his head. His voice was hoarse because he hadn't drunk any water. "I'm fine, as long as I don't slow you down."

Qingluan sighed and said nothing. He had fully witnessed the stubbornness of this young master along the way. He was clearly a spoiled young man, but he had an amazing willpower. He had been traveling with a group of rough soldiers these days, almost without sleep. Even he, who had practiced martial arts, felt a little tired. However, Lu Zheng could keep up with their speed, and he didn't say a word even when his legs were rubbed raw.

Zhang Lin saw that Qingluan stopped talking, so he obediently retreated to prepare tea and dry food, and urged Niu Da to feed the horses.

Who would have thought that as soon as he entered the kitchen, Niu Da ran in with a pale face: "Postmaster, the horse is bleeding!"

Zhang Lin was frightened, afraid that the horse was sick, and hurriedly followed Niu Da to the stable. He indeed saw blood stains on the belly of a horse. Although the horse was healthy, it was indeed not a precious horse. Zhang Lin hurriedly touched the horse all over, and finally confirmed that it was not the horse that was injured. Zhang

Lin thought of the young man who was helped off the horse, and his heart skipped a beat. He said to Niu Da in a deep voice: "Don't rush to feed the horse, hurry up and invite Doctor Wang, ride the horse, and come back quickly."

"Hey!" Niu Da responded quickly.

Zhang Lin hesitated for a moment, and still walked towards the posthouse.

Qingluan and his men entered the post house and helped Lu Zheng to sit down. He clearly frowned and his muscles tensed up. Qingluan was helpless, but he knew that he would not listen to him no matter how much he tried to persuade him, so he said, "Rest here for a night and set out tomorrow morning." Seeing that Lu Zheng wanted to say something, he said first, "Brothers are tired on the way, and a good night's rest will not hinder the journey."

Lu Zheng moved his lips and said nothing.

Qingluan wanted to persuade him a few more times, but he saw the postmaster frowning at the side, so he swallowed the words in his mouth, walked to the side and asked, "What's the matter?"

Zhang Lin carefully told him about Lu Zheng's situation, and then found that Qingluan's brows were locked.

"I've already called the doctor, what do you think?"

Qingluan nodded: "Let the doctor come directly to the guest room. We have medicine ourselves. Just prepare hot water and bandages."

Zhang Lin nodded.

Qingluan turned back to the dining table and said lightly: "Let's boil hot water and go wash and relieve fatigue." He did not point out Lu Zheng's injury directly. During the journey, what Lu Zheng did was enough to make Qingluan respect him. Since Lu Zheng was unwilling to say it, he just pretended not to see it.

Fortunately, Yexiao had already brought the news that Lu Zheng said that Huo Pili could not come into contact with water and that the warehouse where Huo Pili was stored could not see open fire. Although it was not known how much effect it would have, it was much better than them knowing nothing about Huo Pili.

Lu Zheng was supported by Qingluan and returned to the room. In fact, he was already at the end of his strength. The clothes on the inside of his legs were worn out and he was numb from the pain.

He knew that it would be best for him to let Qingluan and the others go first and for Bao Zheng and the others to come together, but he just couldn't feel at ease. Not only was he worried about the so-called Huo Pili, no matter how much it was described as gunpowder in the rumors, he couldn't feel at ease until he saw it himself. In addition, he was worried about Rong Zhen, whose life or death was unknown. He was not sure how much of this worry was because of Rong Zhen, but he knew that he had to hurry over, even if he fainted, he had to see him with his own eyes first.

As soon as he entered the room, Lu Zheng saw a large medicine box and a white-bearded old man on the table, and immediately realized that his situation had been discovered by Qingluan.

Qingluan pretended not to notice Lu Zheng's embarrassment and said to Doctor Wang, "Please take a look at his wound, we have medicine."

Doctor Wang nodded, let Lu Zheng lie on the bed, and lifted the hem of his clothes. Even the experienced doctor couldn't help but breathe in a breath of cool air.

"This wound..."

It turned out that the blood scab had grown together with the pants. If you want to clean the wound, you can only tear off this piece again. The pain is as painful as tearing off a piece of skin from a person.

Qingluan didn't expect the injury to be so serious, and said in a deep voice: "Master Lu, you can't go any further with this injury. I will send a carriage to pick you up when I arrive at the county town."

"But..."

"Your Highness originally ordered me to protect you. I have failed in my duty now that you are injured like this." Qingluan paused, "I understand your concern, but this is not your responsibility. You should worry more about your body."

Lu Zheng lowered his head. Qingluan immediately reflected on whether he had said too much. Doctor Wang happened to cut open his pants and looked over: "Can this military master help me hold down this young master so that I won't be unable to apply medicine later."

Qingluan came over silently and held Lu Zheng's leg.

Doctor Wang said to Lu Zheng gently: "Young Master, bite a towel in your mouth, so that you won't be able to bear the pain later."

Lu Zheng swallowed his saliva: "...Can you not tear it off?"

"No, if you don't do this, the wound won't heal." Doctor Wang said as he carefully wiped several blood scabs with a wet towel and wiped off the mixed dirt and dust on them, so as not to get into the wound

later. The most painful time in Lu Zheng's life was probably when he fell on the playground in elementary school and had five stitches on his chin without anesthesia. No matter how long it has been, this pain has always remained in his memory and cannot be erased. Now it seems that there will soon be someone who can match it.

Lu Zheng bit the towel with his teeth, not daring to look.

Although Doctor Wang looked kind and gentle, his hands were really dark. Before Lu Zheng could prepare, he had already torn off a large piece of blood scab.

Lu Zheng jumped in pain, but fortunately Qingluan suppressed it. Doctor Wang quickly inserted the gold needle into the acupuncture point to stop the bleeding, and then began to sprinkle the gold scab medicine on it.

When the bandage was finished, Lu Zheng was sweating all over and paralyzed.

Qingluan sent Doctor Wang away before returning to clean up the mess. Seeing Lu Zheng's pale face, she suddenly said, "Actually, when Your Highness asked me to protect you, I was unwilling in my heart. Not only me, but most of the Northern Frontier Army generals who knew the inside story felt the same way."

Lu Zheng opened his eyes and looked at Qingluan.

"When you were being hunted, I didn't arrive later. In fact, I was watching the whole time." Seeing Lu Zheng's shocked expression, Qing Luan raised her eyebrows, "I didn't understand why His Highness treated you differently at first, but after that, I gradually understood."

Without waiting for Lu Zheng to speak, Qing Luan rushed to say, "I know I was wrong. After your injuries have healed, you must accept the punishment and I will never fight back."

Lu Zheng was still a little angry when he first heard it, but after all, The incident had already passed, and now it was just ridiculous to recall it. Seeing Qingluan's look of being ready to die heroically, he deliberately said: "Okay! After my injury heals, I will personally brew a jar of wine for you, and you drink it in public and that's it, how about it?"

Qingluan frowned: "How is this a punishment? I have always been a heavy drinker, so let's change to something else..."

The villain in Lu Zheng's heart sneered twice: Do you really think this is an ordinary wine? Stupid mortal who has never seen strong liquor!

Qingluan wanted to persuade Lu Zheng, but suddenly her body stopped, and a night owl flew in from the window, scaring Lu Zheng. Qingluan

whistled, and when the night owl flew over, she impatiently took off the bamboo tube on the night owl's feet.

Lu Zheng was even more anxious than him. If he hadn't been able to move for the time being, he would have snatched the bamboo tube from Qingluan's hand.

Qingluan quickly opened the secret letter in the bamboo tube and breathed a sigh of relief after reading it.

"Master Lu, His Highness is fine."

Lu Zheng's heart also settled down, and he hurriedly asked, "Anything else?"

"The Jie people have called a truce." Qingluan's voice became lighter, "The methods you mentioned are really useful."