Qiao Zhen rolled up Pan Zhao's sleeve to look at the wounds on his arm. The deep and shallow marks were shocking to her. She maliciously pressed her rough fingertips against the wounds. "Why did you work so hard?! You said I didn't care about my leg, but you didn't care about your life either?"
Pan Zhao enjoyed being scolded by Qiao Zhen, so he unusually didn't get angry at Qiao Zhen. He casually withdrew his hand, saying, "This little injury isn't worth my attention."
Qiao Zhen pinched Pan Zhao's wound with two fingers together, and just as she wanted, she heard him gasp in pain. She said with a forced smile, "Oh, wasn't it not enough to look at?"
"You pinched me!" Pan Zhao felt more and more aggrieved. His soft wife had suddenly become fierce towards him. To hide his undetectable grievance, he widened his eyes and let out his anger, "Do you think I'm too good to you?! How dare you pinch me!"
Qiao Zhen said she didn't want to waste any more time arguing with this big, dumb guy, so she pulled down Pan Zhao's sleeve and went to the military doctor to get some wound medicine and white gauze.
Seeing her leave without looking back, Pan Zhao also snorted and left. General Ge's men had already captured Dongluan City with minimal losses. Dongluan City remained peaceful, as the city's inhabitants hadn't been driven away, so Pan Zhao decided to go and have a good drink.
This was probably the gentlest war the people of Dongluan City had ever experienced in their lifetimes. They did not see the clash of weapons, the trampling of iron cavalry, or the flow of blood.
Neither General Ge nor his strategist were roundabout people. When General Ge led his men to attack the city, the strategist led his men to clear out the city lord's mansion. What was originally a grand statement about "enemy attack" was transformed by them into "usurping the city lord's throne".
Qiao Zhen got gauze and wound medicine from the military doctor but found that the injured Pan Zhao was missing. So she asked around, but no one had seen her. However, this did not stop her from caring deeply for the person she was tasked with.
"I saw him, he went that way." Wei Xianfeng originally came to invite Qiao Zhen to General Ge's place, but seeing her looking for Pan Zhao, he pointed out the direction Pan Zhao had just left.
Thank you.
Qiao Zhen carried the things and followed the road to find Pan Zhao, only to find him drinking with soldiers. His wound had already been bandaged up with some kind of cloth from who-knows-where. In that instant, she felt the emotions of a mother. She looked at Pan Zhao as if he were her son who had grown up and flown far away, afraid that if she went up to him, she would disturb his drinking atmosphere and hurt his independent spirit.
She looked at the wound medicine and white gauze in her hand, which seemed a bit superfluous, so she silently turned back.
"Brother Qiao."
The newcomer was a soldier named Mao Yuan, who lived in the tent next to Qiao's. He chuckled and put his arm around Qiao Zhen's shoulder, asking, "Hey, what's that you're holding?"
Qiao Zhen glanced at what she was holding and shoved it all into Mao Yuan's hand. "Here you go, no need to thank me." Once her hands were empty, she ran away in a huff and puff.
Qiao Zhen: [Trash Pan Zhao! Dad brought him medicine, and he was drinking? He might as well drink himself to death!]
Chu Chu: [Don't talk about him like that, or the next mission will be difficult. Isn't it better to just relax and do easy missions like this? o(′^｀)o]
Qiao Zhen: [No, this doesn't showcase my outstanding intelligence, superior emotional intelligence, and extraordinary talents.]
Chu Chu: [The prerequisite is that you need outstanding intelligence, exceptional emotional intelligence, and extraordinary talent (?д?；). Do you have them?]
Qiao Zhen: [Get out of here! (╯°Д°)╯︵┻━┻ What can you do besides sabotage me! You're completely useless!]
Chu Chu: [We can still hurt each other? ∪?ω?∪ Aren't you touched? Our Zhenzhen.]
After chatting idly with Chu Chu for a while, Qiao Zhen's inexplicable anger dissipated. Since General Ge and the strategist were handling the remaining matters in the army, she found a quiet spot to set up a fire and roast some meat. As for the meat, she'd naturally catch rabbits and pheasants.
Chu Chu: [You roasted the body I carefully selected??????????? *crying emoji*]
Qiao Zhen: [...]
She looked at the bald chicken stuck in the tree branch. "Is this the dashing animal you painstakingly selected?"
Chu Chu: [Yeah, did you see its bright red comb? In four words, it's like its hair is standing on end in a rage!]
[My hair stands on end in fury, I lean against the railing as the rain subsides. I raise my eyes, look up to the sky, and let out a long, impassioned roar.]
Qiao Zhen's forehead tensed slightly. [Shut up! I don't want to hear your poetry recitation. If you dare to be so childish again, I'll put you back in your mother's womb!]
Chu Chu's mother, Xiao Fang, is a giant hamster that can produce and recycle hamster-like divine pets.
Chu Chu immediately shut up, saying with a slightly aggrieved tone, "Fine, if you won't let me recite, then you won't! I'm the ten-time consecutive champion of the Celestial Pet Poetry Recitation Competition, from the 728th to the 737th! Humph (。-`ω′-)"
Qiao Zhen: [Did you graduate from the Central Academy of Drama?]
Before Chu Chu could say anything more, Qiao Zhen hung up.
The scene shifts to Pan Zhao.
The rough-looking men were drinking and eating heartily when Mao Yuan saw Qiao Zhen leave somewhat angrily. He scratched the back of his head, then approached the table with some wound medicine and white gauze. "What did you guys do? Brother Qiao just went back a bit angry."
One of them casually remarked, "Brother Qiao wasn't here just now. Your wound medicine is top-quality medicine from the military doctor. Where did you get it?"
Mao Yuan fiddled with the small porcelain bottle of wound medicine. He uncorked the wooden stopper wrapped in red cloth and smelled the light fragrance inside. "This was given to you by Brother Qiao. Don't you have any, Brother Pan?" He looked at the wound on Pan Zhao's arm and handed him the wound medicine. "I don't need it either. You can have it, Brother Pan."
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