Chapter 7: A funny girl who is good at imagining
Ling Buyi then turned his gaze away: "He is a member of the palace... You can trust that he is now safe and sound. But when will you return to the camp?"
He Zhaojun scratched her cheek awkwardly and said, "I won't go back." Mainly because she couldn't afford to lose face.
In order to marry Prince Xiao, she canceled the marriage proposal with the Lou family, making Lou Yao's situation in the Lou family very difficult. Now that Prince Xiao has become a traitor, how should she deal with it?
If, as before, the entire He family sacrificed their lives for the country, she could still have the reputation of being a loyal and brave family and protect her troops and younger brother.
But now, the He family was able to survive because of her advance preparation, and she could even make great contributions by contributing to the suppression of the rebels.
Ling Buyi understood her reluctance to return to the capital early, believing she was worried about her father, brother, and younger brother. He considered it rare for a young woman, still underage and pampered, to be so resourceful. Furthermore, her willingness to risk her own life by offering herself as bait was worthy of his patience.
"Well, you go back to the central military camp to accompany your younger brother first. If the battle goes well, you will be able to see your father and brother in the evening." Ling Buyi gestured to the two maids to support He Zhaojun and walk out.
He Zhaojun was about to refuse, but she grimaced in pain from the wound on her buttock and was unable to walk for a long time. The two men couldn't bear to see it, so they simply took turns carrying her back to the central army.
"Thank you..." He Zhaojun was just about to find something from her body to give to the two people who had protected her all the way, but she saw a five-year-old kid jumping out from among the soldiers.
"Sister, sister... wuwuwu..." He Yuan wiped his tears and flew into her arms. His little face was pale and he looked very scared.
Many soldiers looked askance when they heard it was He Zhaojun. Everyone knew that this young girl had brought weapons instead of gold and silver in her dowry, and had even used herself as bait to lure the Prince of Yong's five thousand troops into the mountains for a day.
Mother Fu stepped forward and excitedly grabbed He Zhaojun's hand: "Young lady is worthy of being the daughter of a general, she is really amazing!" She pulled He Zhaojun's arm that was dislocated yesterday, and He Zhaojun's face turned pale.
If these people knew that her arm was dislocated because she couldn't get on the horse and used improper force when being pulled up, they would laugh to death!
"Mrs. Fu, my arm was dislocated yesterday. Please be gentle." After saying this, her buttocks and thighs began to hurt again.
When Mother Fu heard this, her eyes rolled back and she almost fainted: "Medical Officer! Please take a good look at my daughter! She's been seriously injured!"
He Zhaojun waved her hands repeatedly at the soldiers around her: "Mother Fu is worried about me, it's really an exaggeration, it's a small matter, a small matter."
She couldn't just scream and cry just because she got a little skin scraped off on her first time riding a horse. There were countless broken arms and legs on the battlefield, so her little injury was nothing.
She saw the Third Prince standing outside the crowd, looking at her, and hurried forward to express her gratitude: "Thanks to this sister for drawing the feng shui map[6], otherwise I would have been captured alive by the enemy last night and would have been dead."
The third prince, Wen Ziduan, lowered his head and looked at the disheveled girl in front of him, but he did not feel angry at all. Even if her eyesight was poor, she was still his savior. What's more, ignorance is not a crime, so he would not bother with a little girl.
"It's okay...just go and have a good rest."
He Zhaojun then realized something was wrong: "Sister, why isn't your voice as thin and weak as other women's?" She thought carefully and explained to herself: "But I had a high fever yesterday and my voice became hoarse."
Wen Ziduan curled the corners of his mouth and nodded stiffly.
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