Chapter 149 Is There Any Sickness?
Cheng Duan and others returned at dawn. The entire camp was filled with his powerful curses, which could be heard from far away.
"Did I disturb you?" Mo Jinchuan held the military book in his hand and looked at Song Yanxi with a faint smile in his eyes.
Song Yanxi shook her head and sat up with the help of a wooden board. The fox fur cloak covering her body slid into the carriage as she moved.
She reached out and picked it up, looking at the pure white color without any impurities, her brows slightly frowned.
This was not the one Zhuzhi brought her before she left.
Catching the doubt in her eyes, Mo Jinchuan raised his eyebrows slightly and asked with a smile: "Miss Song, do you think that I am completely unprepared for this trip?"
If so, why didn’t you say it before?
She even worried for a while that the winter clothes she hurriedly made without asking him for his size might not fit him.
After all this fuss, it was all in vain...
Not missing Song Yanxi's fleeting annoyance, Mo Jinchuan thought of something and tugged at the ill-fitting sleeves. He coughed softly and said, "The sleeves of this winter coat are a bit short. Miss Song, do you have any ideas for repairing them?"
Song Yanxi frowned when she heard this. The sleeves don't fit?
Although the embroiderers in the prince's mansion are not as good as those in the palace, all of them have superb embroidery skills. Those who are selected to work in the mansion must be experts.
Even if it was made by an outside embroidery workshop, it would be impossible for them to not get the length and size of the sleeves right.
Wait, what’s the color and material of this dress?
Song Yanxi couldn't help but look embarrassed, and said awkwardly, "I've never made ready-made clothes before. I just made them according to your measurements. I didn't expect the sleeves to be so short."
She thought for a moment and said, "Your Majesty, please change it."
"Why do you want to change?" Mo Jinchuan pulled the sleeves that barely covered his wrists and said naturally, "The material of this dress is soft and the color is stain-resistant. I like it very much."
"But these sleeves..."
"It's okay. Miss Song can sew, right?"
Looking at the short sleeves and the not-so-tidy stitches, Song Yanxi nodded reluctantly.
But where can I get needle and thread?
She packed in a hurry and only took some necessities with her. It seemed that she did not bring needles and thread or anything like that.
You can't use a silver needle to mend it, right?
Without waiting for Song Yanxi to refuse, Mo Jinchuan said, "There are needles and thread for mending in the army. An Yi has already gone to get them."
Could it be that the needles and thread in the army are used by military doctors to sew wounds?
Thinking of the needle Zhuang Shihan used that day, Song Yanxi's expression became a little subtle.
Mo Jinchuan closed the medical book and said quietly, "It's inevitable to get injured in battle. There are no women in the army, so if clothes are torn, they are usually hastily mended and continued to wear them."
"Is life in the army still so difficult?" Song Yanxi was a little surprised.
She had only heard from her grandfather that in the early days of the founding of the country, the treasury was empty, and the soldiers on the border only had one meal a day to save food as much as possible except for the few days before the battle.
A few years ago, the old man said that now that the country is prosperous, everyone's life is better, and the soldiers on the frontier no longer have to go hungry to defend their country.
The court allocates funds every year, and merchants headed by the Yan family donate money every year. No matter how the Ministry of Revenue arranges it, there will always be a part that can flow to the Ministry of War.
Where did all the silver go?
Hearing this, Mo Jinchuan's eyes turned cold, and he said in a deep voice: "The people in the capital have been sitting in the government for too long. They have been blinded by power and can no longer see the suffering of the people."
Song Yanxi's lips moved slightly, but she didn't continue what he said.
Mo Jinchuan usually treated her with courtesy, but there was always a difference in their status. He was a member of the royal family and the most beloved son of the current emperor.
Since ancient times, corruption has always brought out mud. Who can say for sure that there was no prince or queen instigating this?
Now she is not only herself, but also represents the reputation and position of the Yan and Song families. She cannot tolerate any mistakes.
Understanding her concerns, Mo Jinchuan reached out and lifted a corner of the curtain, saying with a half-smile, "Miss Song, why don't you guess whether the person General Cheng brought back is dead or alive."
Song Yanxi didn't answer but asked, "Didn't the prince say last night that he wanted to see the body if he died?"
Having said that, that person will definitely not survive.
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"Damn it, if you want to die, come closer. I've been looking for him all night!"
Cheng Duan became more and more angry as he spoke. He raised his foot to kick the corpse covered with white cloth, but was quickly stopped by several soldiers.
When he heard someone shouting "The prince is here", he quickly straightened his clothes and pretended nothing had happened.
When Song Yanxi pushed Mo Jinchuan closer, he immediately stepped forward and complained, "Your Majesty, the man surnamed Jiang has been found, but he had been dead for quite some time before we found him."
Cheng Duan said, handing over a piece of paper, "This was found in his clothes. There's nothing written on it."
Song Yanxi took it, put it under her nose and sniffed it, then said sternly, "General Cheng, this poison is fierce. Change your clothes quickly and take a few showers."
When he heard about changing clothes, Cheng Duan didn't react. But when he heard about taking a shower, he instantly became unhappy.
I couldn't help but mutter softly: "After all, she is a delicate young lady from the capital, but she doesn't realize where we are. There is not enough hot water to drink, how can she..."
Mo Jinchuan's face darkened, and he said without allowing any resistance, "Then wash with cold water."
Upon hearing this, the faces of the people led by Cheng Duan changed instantly.
It was so cold that people shivered when the wind blew. Even a strong body couldn't withstand taking several cold showers.
If he unfortunately catches a cold and has a fever in the middle of the night, what difference would that make him dead?
Cheng Duan's lips moved, and just as he was about to say no, he heard Song Yanxi say, "Cut the sleeves off the shoulders and only wash the parts that came into contact with the powder."
"No!" Cheng Duan refused decisively.
The soldier next to him said, "My lady, you may not know this, but this dress was made by General Cheng's fiancée herself. She treasures it so much that she doesn't even take it off when she goes to bed."
Cheng Duan kicked the soldier in the corner and cursed, "You're the only one who talks too much."
Song Yanxi frowned and asked him directly, "General Cheng, do you want clothes or arms?"
Perhaps it was because her expression was too serious, Cheng Duan's heart skipped a beat and his momentum instantly weakened.
He laughed dryly and asked, "Can I have both?"
Song Yanxi pursed her lips and said nothing.
Seeing this, Mo Jinchuan immediately gave An Yi a look.
Everyone saw a black shadow flash before their eyes, and the next moment, with the sound of cloth tearing, Cheng Duan's sleeves were pulled off, revealing his strong and powerful arms.
Looking at his powerful muscles, Song Yanxi instantly understood why Lin Tingfeng was reluctant to fight last night.
If this punch hits him, wouldn’t it take half his life?
Song Yanxi was a little absent-minded for a moment, until she heard a light cough in her ear, she quickly looked away and silently said in her heart, "Don't look at anything inappropriate."
His sleeves were torn, and he was shirtless in front of the woman. Cheng Duan's face flushed red and he roared, "An Yi, are you fucking sick?"
He reached out to cover his arm anxiously, and emphasized: "I like women, not you!"
Without even raising his eyelids, An said disdainfully, "I'm not interested in you either."
It was obvious that he wished he could glue his eyelids together.
"You!" Cheng Duan gritted his teeth in anger. Just as he was about to say something, he heard a cry of surprise from all around.
"General, your arm!"
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