The tent was quiet as Lu Qiqi carefully disinfected Song Yanqing's wound.
The wound on his arm wasn't deep; it would be completely scabbed over in another half day.
It wasn't a shallow cut, after all, it was a cut from a sharp weapon. When you wipe it with water and alcohol to disinfect it, you can see the bright red tender flesh inside.
After disinfecting, Lu Qiqi took the wound medicine and applied it to him without any distraction.
The two were standing quite close together. When Song Yanqing looked down, he could see Lu Qiqi's raven-feather-like eyelashes and the shadow of her wound reflected in her bright eyes.
A gentle breeze drifted through the tent flap, ruffling a strand of Lu Qiqi's hair, and a delicate fragrance wafted into Song Yanqing's nostrils.
“Okay,” Lu Qiqi said, looking at the large bow tied around Song Yanqing’s arm.
She was very satisfied with her masterpiece, especially the striking contrast between the cold-bladed armor and the plain white bow.
Just as she was feeling smug, she looked up and saw Song Yanqing staring straight at her, which puzzled her.
"What's wrong?"
Song Yanqing stepped back slightly, coughed softly, and said, "It's nothing. Thank you, but I have other matters to attend to, so I'll be leaving now."
Having said that, he got up and quickly walked out of the tent.
Lu Qiqi watched his departing figure, her mind still a little dazed.
Not far from where Song Yanqing rushed out of the tent, An Yi came up to him and bowed to report.
"Your Highness, the list in An Jiu's hands only contains 10% of the wound medicine."
"Understood. Have someone transport the medicine to the East Gate. The matter of the medicine for injuries cannot be delayed. Inform General Qin of this; she knows what to do."
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After two busy days, Lu Qiqi also stayed in the camp at the East Gate for two days.
To be precise, they occupied Song Yanqing's camp for two days.
She didn't ask where Song Yanqing had been resting these past two days, nor could she find an opportunity to inquire.
As a general, Song Yanqing needed to patrol and deploy troops, strengthening the defenses of weak military areas to prevent them from being overwhelmed by Tatar invasions in a short period of time.
She hadn't seen Song Yanqing for two days, but Nineteen had come from the camp.
"Here's another pancake for you," Lu Qiqi said, handing the pancake to Nineteen. "Growing young man, eating more will help you grow taller."
Nineteen is two years younger than Lu Qiqi. After the Mid-Autumn Festival, she will be fourteen years old, and now is the time when she is growing taller.
Lu Qiqi looked at Nineteen, who was the same height as her, and felt sorry for him, after all, she knew all too well the inconvenience of being short.
In her previous life, she was only 1.58 meters tall. In this life, perhaps her wish reached the ears of the heavens, and with the blessing of the spiritual spring water, her wish to grow taller was fulfilled, allowing her to grow to 1.63 meters.
Nineteen seemed a little shy, but she couldn't resist the temptation of the fried dough.
He thanked them, took the fried dough, and started eating it.
"The village head, your fried dough cakes are delicious."
The fried dough sticks stuffed into Shijiu's cheeks, making him look like a little squirrel stealing food. He was both funny and cute, and his speech was a little unclear.
Lu Qiqi drank a bowl of spiritual spring water, then pointed to the last fried dough stick on the plate and said, "There's one more, it's yours too."
After saying that, she stood up and saw Nineteen take out a handkerchief, intending to wrap the fried dough.
"These fried dough sticks taste better when they're hot; they get greasy when they're cold."
Upon hearing this, Nineteen blushed and her hand holding the pancake froze awkwardly.
Lu Qiqi quickly noticed his embarrassment and explained, "If you still want to eat, I'll make it again tomorrow morning."
After thinking it over, Nineteen decided to tell the truth, "It's not for me to eat, but I want to bring it to the Crown Prince to try. He thought the sesame cakes were delicious yesterday."
Sesame cakes?
Lu Qiqi recalled the sesame cake she had only half-eaten, which ended up in Song Yanqing's stomach. Now, it was her turn to be embarrassed.
If I had known she couldn't eat, I would have just fed it to Wangcai instead, and she wouldn't have choked on what Shijiu said.
"Whatever you want," Lu Qiqi said, then carried her medicine box to the wounded soldiers' camp.
Song Yanqing sent a small amount of medicine, but fortunately, it was enough to last.
Over the course of two days, the stitches for the seriously wounded soldiers had all been completed, and some of the lightly wounded soldiers had received their medicine and were helping each other with bandaging, saving the medical staff a lot of work.
After a busy day, Lu Qiqi dragged her tired body back to the tent, only to see Shijiu standing outside the tent with food in his hands.
Lu Qiqi skillfully accepted the food, thanked them, and then went into the tent.
An oil lamp was lit inside the tent, and Lu Qiqi placed the food and medicine box directly on the table.
The cloth covering her was covered in blood, making it difficult to swallow while wearing that outfit.
So she went into her spatial dimension, quickly washed up, changed her clothes, and then came out to eat.
A bowl of braised pork with white rice is already the best meal in the military camp.
Lu Qiqi picked up a piece of braised pork with her chopsticks and put it in her mouth. Suddenly, she remembered something.
Today is the Qixi Festival, which also happens to be her sixteenth birthday.
If this were in the main camp, Li Changlong would surely have sent her a bowl of longevity noodles.
Now, chewing on braised pork belly and celebrating my birthday all alone, it tastes like chewing wax.
She has never celebrated her birthday before, and if Li Changlong hadn't mentioned it, she would have been just like in previous years, not even remembering it.
But once it's mentioned, a new bud of anticipation sprouts in her heart, wanting to experience what it's like to be remembered on one's birthday.
"who!"
"Who's outside!"
Through the tent, Lu Qiqi saw a black figure standing outside, who didn't look like a patrolling soldier at all.
"It's me. May I come in?"
Song Yanqing's voice came from outside the tent.
Lu Qiqi naturally had no reason to refuse, after all, she was the one who had usurped the nest.
So he said, "Please come in."
Lu Qiqi stood at the square table, watching Song Yanqing lift the curtain and enter. The two looked at each other.
Song Yanqing stepped forward a few steps and said softly, "Would you like a bowl of noodles?"
Lu Qiqi didn't know what he meant, but faced with a bowl of cold braised pork, she clearly preferred a bowl of hot noodles.
For some reason, I inexplicably followed Song Yanqing to the cook's camp.
At this moment, the cooks' camp is still burning torches, making full preparations for tomorrow's meals.
Lu Qiqi followed behind Song Yanqing, and people bowed to him all the way, giving her a real sense of being a fox borrowing the tiger's power.
The two bypassed the cooks who were gathered together kneading dough and went straight into a tent.
Upon entering the tent, Lu Qiqi noticed something unusual: the tent was actually open-air.
To be precise, half of the ceiling is without a canopy.
"There's a stool over there, sit down for a bit, it'll be ready soon."
Following the direction Song Yanqing pointed, Lu Qiqi indeed saw a small low table with three small stools next to it.
She walked straight over and sat down, her gaze following Song Yanqing's every move.
After washing his hands, Song Yan used a wooden spoon to scoop flour from a cloth bag, put it into a prepared wooden basin, added warm water, and skillfully kneaded the dough.
In Lu Qiqi's memory, Song Yanqing was a master at lighting fires and adding firewood, but she didn't expect him to be so good at kneading dough as well, which instantly made her look forward to the taste of the noodles.
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