Chapter 2 Quickly Transmigrate! The Mighty Prince and the Angel of God
Feng Ziang traveled through time and space through a magic circle and came to a different world. It was already one hundred years ago. Feng Ziang fell into a snowy valley, which was bitterly cold.
A halo appeared in front of Feng Ziang's eyes (let's call it the system for now). Feng Ziang was still dressed in temple attire, with nothing to protect his limbs from the cold, only a piece of white cloth on his body.
Feng Ziang was shivering from the cold, his hands and feet were frozen red. Feng Ziang had never experienced such hardship before.
After all, in the temple, they are the messengers of God who are pampered and worshipped by ordinary people. Moreover, those who were raised by the gods themselves when they were young are even more noble.
Feng Ziang was so cold that he was shaking all over and hugged himself and said, "Holy shit, what kind of place is this!"
The system in front of him said, "Feng Ziang, this is your first target, the Great Prince of the Snow Country, Frost Si. Your target will appear in five seconds. If you fail, the game will end and Doomsday will begin."
Feng Ziang said in a chilling voice: "What's the point of talking about attacking? I'm freezing to death! Just wait for me to collect your body!"
The halo disappeared immediately, Feng Ziang was still shivering in the same place, and from not far away came the sound of loud horse hooves and a man's voice.
"Drive"
Feng Zi raised his head and saw that the man who came was riding a tall horse and holding the reins.
"籲"
I saw the tall black horse standing backwards with its front legs waving in the air. The man on the horse was tall and handsome, with an exquisite sword carved from black iron on his waist.
He was wearing a thick white tiger-skin cloak, and his hair was tied into a bun. He had deep eyebrows and a high nose bridge, and was exceptionally handsome.
Feng Ziang looked at the man in front of him. He didn't know how to make a sound. He saw the man get off the horse and walk to Feng Ziang's side.
Without saying a word, he drew out his sharp sword. The long sword with a cold glow came out from the exquisite scabbard at his waist. He put the tip of the sword against Feng Ziang's chin and said, "Who are you and where are you from?"
Looking at Feng Ziang in front of him, he was wearing only a piece of white cloth and had golden hair that he had never seen before. There was no one like Feng Ziang here.
Feng Ziang was shivering from the cold, and his originally snow-white skin gradually turned red. Feng Ziang was speechless and just hugged himself.
Han Shuangsi's eyes were sharp as he swung his sword and questioned Feng Ziang: "Tell me quickly, are you a spy from the Fire Nation?"
"Traitor, your master"
Han Shuangsi's sharp sword had already cut Feng Ziang's neck, and a stream of blood began to flow out along the sword.
Feng Ziang's body could no longer hold on and he fainted in the snow.
Han Shuangsi was shocked to see Feng Ziang fainting on the snow and immediately retracted his sword. Han Shuangsi took off his white tiger cloak and covered Feng Ziang with it.
Han Shuangsi didn't care about the doubts in his heart "Where did he come from" and whether he was a spy from the enemy country.
However, Han Shuangsi was not afraid. He estimated that such a stupid spy would not survive for more than a few days in the palace. Han Shuangsi wrapped Feng Ziang, who was wearing thin clothes, in a tiger skin cloak, put him on the horse's back and brought him back to the tent.
Frost Si rode his steed into the military camp. The surrounding generals saw Frost Si coming back and knelt down, saying:
"Welcome, Your Highness!"
Han Shuangsi dismounted and asked someone to carry the 1.92-meter-tall Feng Ziang off the horse. Only two warriors could carry Feng Ziang.
These warriors had never seen a blond-haired, blue-eyed white man wearing such strange clothes, especially in the middle of winter.
When these people touched Feng Ziang's body, they were full of curiosity but also felt that this man was probably dead.
Han Shuangsi walked forward and waved, "Call! Imperial physician, help!"
A deep, resonant male voice spread in the empty snowy field, and was echoed by the warriors all around.
"Call the imperial physician to your highness's tent."
Han Shuangsi walked into the tent and asked people to light two fires. This military tent was larger than ordinary tents but did not have many supplies. There was only a huge bed and a golden nanmu table with a golden dragon carved on it.
Han Shuangsi had Feng Ziang placed on his bed, and personally tended to his wounds and wiped his body. Years of military life had already enabled him to master medical skills.
Han Shuangsi cleaned the blood on Feng Ziang's neck and applied medicine and bandaged him personally. When the imperial physician arrived, he only saw Feng Ziang's wound bandaged and Han Shuangsi who was wiping Feng Ziang's body.
The imperial physician was an old man over fifty years old. He had a hunched back and moved slowly. When Han Shuang Si stood up, the imperial physician could not see into Han Shuang Si's eyes.
The imperial physician said, "Your Majesty, I am so old and confused that I thought the person on the bed was His Highness."
Han Shuangsi said, "Doctor Hua, there's no need to be polite. Please help me see if this person can be saved!"
Doctor Hua asked, "Where did you find this person, Your Highness?"
Han Shuang Si said: "I was chasing a spy in the Snow Valley and found him! I thought he was a spy, but I didn't find any scars on his body from my attack and his clothes were new to me. Doctor Hua, have you ever seen such a foreign man?"
Doctor Hua placed his hand on Feng Ziang's pulse and said, "Your Highness, I am over fifty years old, but I have never seen a man with blond hair and blue eyes like this. But I believe that any encounter is arranged by God."
Frostbite asked: "How is he?"
Doctor Hua said, "After feeling his pulse, I found that he still has a pulse, but his temperature dropped suddenly and he passed out. I will go and make some medicine to dispel the cold and strengthen his body."
"But Your Highness, although he has a pulse, his body temperature is extremely low and he must be kept warm. If his body temperature cannot be restored tonight, even a god cannot save him."
Frost asked: "How to raise the temperature?"
Doctor Hua said: "Adding more quilts will increase the body's temperature."
Frost Si asked: "Human body temperature rises?"
Doctor Hua said: "Yes, Your Highness, it is best for the human body to be warm. If this man wakes up and knows that Your Highness saved him, he will definitely repay Your Highness. This man has a strange skeleton and appearance, and is definitely not an ordinary person. Maybe he can help us defeat the enemy."
After listening to Doctor Hua's advice, Han Shuangsi felt it made sense. He ordered the soldiers still in the tent to leave and asked someone to put the extra quilts on the beds. Doctor Hua then quietly went back to boil medicine to dispel the cold and strengthen the body.
Han Shuangsi pulled down the bed curtain, took off his clothes and got into bed, hugging Feng Ziang tightly.
Feng Ziang's bone-chilling temperature made Han Shuangsi feel extremely uncomfortable, but she still hugged him, burying both of them under the thick quilt.
Slowly, the pure yang energy on Han Shuangsi's body caused the temperature inside the quilt to drop and begin to rise. Han Shuangsi touched Feng Ziang's arm and found that it was gradually warming up.
I have to say that Doctor Hua's prescription is really effective. Han Shuangsi felt Feng Ziang's gradually warming body temperature and his stronger heartbeat.
Han Shuangsi looked at the man in front of him, Feng Ziang, who had blond hair and blue eyes and was more handsome than the women of the Snow Country. His skin was delicate and smooth, and even emitted a faint silver light.
Han Shuangsi had never thought that he would save a man for the first time and use his pure yang energy to help thaw and warm up another man.
Seeing that it was effective, Han Shuangsi suddenly felt happy. Maybe it was just like a person raising a puppy. It was a great pleasure to see that the sick puppy was finally getting better.
Han Shuangsi hugged him tighter and muttered, "Hurry up and wake up! If you are a spy, I will kill you!"
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