Chapter 128 You Are Good at Making Tricks
"He definitely is!" The person closest to him slapped his thigh, his face full of excitement.
He was afraid that others couldn't see clearly, so he held up Chang Jiu's chin with his hand to show them, and said excitedly: "Everyone, look at this nose and these eyes, he must be from the Chang family!"
Chang Jiu gritted his teeth: "I'm not!"
"How could it not be? I've heard Lao Chang say that he has a little Jiu at home. If it's not you, then who else could it be?" Someone was so angry at his stubbornness that he slapped him on the head.
Although the force was very light, the others who gathered around were unhappy and asked him why he hit the child for no reason.
"This kid is timid to begin with, why are you hitting him? Be careful that Lao Chang comes to you to reminisce about the past while you're asleep at night."
"Come on, come on. We haven't seen each other for a long time anyway. I have a bottle of wine hidden in my bag, just right for him to try."
"Well, the prince is still here, are you so daring to talk nonsense when your butt is itchy and you want to be spanked?"
As soon as Mo Jinchuan was mentioned, everyone instantly became quiet.
Everyone in the Da'an Army knows that His Royal Highness Prince Jin is strict in military discipline. Although not all the soldiers under his command are heroes, none of them are cowards.
"Chang Yongnian..." Lin Tingfeng murmured the name, and his face turned ugly for a moment.
I never expected that the descendant of the old military doctor would also join the army and happen to serve under him.
It's really a narrow road for enemies...
Mo Jinchuan glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and asked faintly, "What is General Lin waiting for?"
"I..." Lin Tingfeng was speechless for a moment.
He knew that Mo Jinchuan was deliberately making things difficult for him, but he didn't dare to point it out, and he felt a dull pain in his heart.
Cheng Duan was impatient and couldn't stand this dilatory look. He urged impatiently, "General Lin, please hurry up. We are all tired after a day's journey. Let the soldiers rest early."
Without waiting for Lin Tingfeng to speak, he continued, "A real man should be brave enough to take responsibility for his actions. It's not shameful to apologize if you can't manage your subordinates well."
After hearing these words, even if Lin Tingfeng did not do it on purpose, in the eyes of the soldiers, it seemed that he was delaying because he could not bring himself to do so.
Anyway, the face that should be lost has been lost.
Lin Tingfeng glared at Cheng Duan fiercely, strode up to Chang Jiu, and said in a stiff tone, "Little brother, I'm sorry for what happened today."
"General, I..." Chang Jiu was timid to begin with, and it was not easy for him not to faint when he saw his general sincerely apologize to him.
But in the eyes of others, it was clearly wrong for him to be so scared.
Lin Tingfeng happened to have his back to everyone, so no one could see his expression clearly. They couldn't help but guess that it must be because his expression was too scary.
Look, the child was scared to the point of not being able to speak. Does this look like a sincere apology?
Due to his identity, no one dared to speak out and say anything, but the expressions on their faces became more subtle than the last.
Cheng Duan finally breathed a sigh of relief and waved his hand, saying, "Brothers, disperse. Those who need to patrol, patrol. Those who need to sleep, sleep."
The soldiers dispersed as instructed and went about their business.
A few people were worried about Chang Jiu's injuries and helped carry the two into the tent. They only left after seeing Song Yanxi start treating them.
After the people left, the boy, who had been holding his breath until his face turned red and his neck became thick, finally couldn't stand the pain anymore and started to groan.
Song Yanxi paused as she wiped the wound and asked jokingly, "Why are you trying to be so stubborn now without any respect?"
Chang Jiu hissed softly and said in a muffled voice, "My grandfather said that people with the surname Yan are all good people. The princess will definitely not laugh at me."
He thought of something and added, "I know the princess's surname is Song."
Song Yanxi nodded and continued to treat his wounds.
The abrasion is not particularly serious, but there are a lot of fine sand and gravel in the wound. If it is not cleaned properly, it will easily cause redness, swelling, ulceration and high fever.
Chang Jiu grimaced in pain, afraid that he would not be able to hold back his tears again, so he quickly continued talking to divert his attention.
Although his words were a bit confusing, Song Yanxi understood what he meant.
The person lying next to him was called Liu Dazhuang, who was his bedmate. His grandfather had once saved his life. On the day of conscription, he recognized Liu Dazhuang and took good care of him.
His grandfather, Chang Yongnian, served as a military doctor in the army for most of his life and lost his life in the barracks.
The person the old man admired most in his life was Mr. Yan, who had been kind to him. Whenever he returned to Beijing in recent years, he would repeatedly remind his children and grandchildren that if they met anyone with the surname Yan in the future, they must not neglect them.
Since he was born, Chang Jiu has often heard his family talk about the loyal and heroic members of the Yan family. Recently, he has often heard the storyteller talk about the bodhisattva heart of Princess Yong'an, and he has long admired her in his heart.
When Song Yanxi treated his wound and left, Chang Jiu, with tears in his eyes, grabbed her sleeve and asked softly, "Princess, can you pretend you didn't hear anything?"
He lowered his head, wiped away his tears, and said, "It's all my fault for being too playful and refusing to study medicine with my father. If my grandfather knew I couldn't even become a military medical apprentice, he would definitely think I was a disgrace."
Liu Dazhuang's eyes widened, and he said anxiously, "My lord, don't listen to this kid's nonsense. Old Chang wouldn't think he's embarrassing. He praised him a lot in front of his brothers before. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to recognize him."
Chang Jiu looked at him with tears in his eyes, "Uncle Dazhuang, is it true?"
"Of course, when has your uncle Dazhuang ever lied to you?" Liu Dazhuang said, subconsciously wanting to pat his chest.
Chang Jiu rushed over quickly, baring his teeth as he said sternly, "You didn't even realize you were injured. How long will it take to heal if you're healing like this?"
Liu Dazhuang chuckled, "I see, the young doctor is quite long-winded."
"I'm not young at all. I still have four years and three months until I reach adulthood, and I can get married."
"Okay, okay, uncle will get you two when the time comes..."
When Song Yanxi walked out of the tent, she realized that it was already late at night. The cold wind blowing on her face felt like a knife cutting flesh, burning.
She tightened her cloak and strode towards the direction where the carriage was parked.
On the way, she encountered a patrol team of soldiers. Song Yanxi nodded her chin habitually and prepared to leave when she saw a group of people all bowing to her and saying, "Princess Yong'an."
As if feeling embarrassed, they ran away after saying this, raising a cloud of dust wherever they passed.
Song Yanxi stood there in shock. Was this a recognition of her identity as a military doctor?
But she didn't do anything, and she hadn't even shown off her medical skills.
"You're quite cunning." A sarcastic voice brought Song Yanxi back to her senses.
She raised her eyes and met a pair of eyes burning with jealousy.
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