Chapter 1847 Stop and fight 5
"Sir, wait a moment, I'll go ask."
Xining, who was already lying down, shouted: "Are you the military advisor? Please come in."
Taohua was doing the final touches, putting her swaying shoes in order.
Wu Wen walked in holding a feather fan and saw the leader of the village lying on the bed, with blood stains still on the bandage on his head.
"Commander, please take a seat." When he walked to the bed, a maid brought a round tea table to him in a flattering manner.
After Wu Wen sat down, Xi Ning asked sadly: "What can I do for the military advisor?"
Seeing her weak look, it seemed different from what the third master said just now. It was said that the leader of the village was neither humble nor arrogant in front of Prince Zhongyong, and his conversation and behavior were extremely grand. The second master was almost moved to tears, thinking that the leader of the village had finally enlightened.
Wu Wen turned his head and looked at the bowl of tea on the Eight Immortals table next to him. He reached out and touched it. It was hot.
Xining quickly said: "I felt thirsty just now, so I asked someone to bring it. Let it cool down first. I haven't drank it yet. If you want to drink it, the military advisor can drink it first."
"That's not necessary." Wu Wen retracted his hand, picked up the feather fan, and fanned it twice. After thinking for a while, he asked: "Is it really the old village leader who asked me to have a dream?"
"Exactly!" This matter must be firmly established. If he said that he wanted to run out for a breath of air on a whim, it would make people more suspicious.
Wu Wen thought for a while and then said goodbye.
Xining was stunned, why didn't he ask any more questions? She had prepared a long speech, all related to the body owner's biological father who died young.
If you ask me what I looked like in the dream and what I was wearing, I will say that it was in the fog and it was blurry and I couldn’t see clearly. Only ghosts know what he looks like, but the body owner died before he was born, and the body owner doesn’t even know what his biological father looks like.
If you ask what the sound is like. The answer was low, slightly hoarse, and erratic. As for the ghost, it was just erratic. In addition, the former leader of the village was injured and died, so the voice before his death should be like this, weak and weak.
As a result, Wu Wen left without asking any more questions.
Don't leave, come back and chat for fifty cents!
Well, it's better to go without asking. Anyway, the four masters and military advisors were taking care of other things, so Xining simply closed his eyes and went to sleep. He is still dizzy with his head banged and needs to rest.
Mu Hanqing changed his clothes after taking a shower. When he went out, he would definitely have a few sets of clothes with him, not to mention that he was going to Beijing to face the saint.
If you are a child of an aristocratic family, there will always be someone waiting for you to take a bath, sometimes even as many as a dozen people, so you don’t need to do anything yourself from beginning to end. Fortunately, he needs to follow the Marquis to inspect the army from time to time. Naturally, there is no one to wait on him like this in the army, and he has to do almost everything by himself. Marquis Zhongyong never pampered his son. When he was in the Marquis Mansion, he acted like a soldier.
So he declined Heihuzhai's "kind offer" to send some maids to wait on him to take a bath. Those thick-looking "maids" stared at him one by one, and one of them almost drooled.
Once you're dressed, open the door.
Several brothers from Black Tiger Village have been waiting at the door for a long time.
One of them bowed to him: "Master, please come with me."
"Where to go?" Mu Hanqing asked.
“You’ll know when you go there.”
While others entered the room and began to clean up.
Mu Hanqing saw a strong man with a strong back and a strong back. He directly carried the bathtub filled with water on his shoulders like a big cauldron and walked out. He walked steadily and seemed to be able to carry such a heavy bucket with ease. I completely gave up all my inappropriate thoughts and followed silently.
We went to the lobby, which is the largest "room" in Black Tiger Village. It is actually a natural cave. There were torches lit around the cave and a brazier in the center, illuminating the entire cave.
Usually there will be a tiger leather chair covered with a whole tiger skin in the center, with two Taishi chairs on each side. Because we had to deal with the wounded today, we moved the four Taishi chairs and spread out a dozen straw mats so that the wounded could be treated and rested on the straw mats.
Bandits usually fight and kill, and they can provide some simple treatment, so you don't have to worry about the wounded waiting for the doctor to finish their work.
"Liang Cheng!" Mu Hanqing saw Liang Cheng sitting on the mat.
Liang Cheng took off his clothes and was shirtless. He had a cut on his shoulder. He had just wiped the wound and was waiting for medicine and bandage to be put on it.
"How's it going? Is the injury okay?" Mu Hanqing sat down, regardless of the silk and satin he was wearing, and looked at the wound carefully.
"Thank you for your care, Your Majesty. The little one is fine and will be fine soon." Liang Cheng was very grateful.
"Is this okay?" The bandit next to him seemed to be saying to himself: "I almost broke my muscles and bones. If I cut deeper, one arm would be useless."
Liang Cheng winked at the bandit, and soon realized that he was completely ignoring him. After all, he was a bandit, not one of his own, so why did Mao want to look at him?
Mu Hanqing couldn't help but feel distressed. When he saw the bandit holding a jar, which contained a green-gray paste, with a strong smell of herbs, he should be preparing to apply medicine, and immediately said: "Let me do it."
"Don't!" The bandit held back the can, fearing that he would snatch it. With a sarcastic tone: "You are the prince, how can you touch these things. Besides, if you don't apply it properly, be careful if it gets wet or rotten, it will be difficult to deal with."
In the past, when the Nanman came to cause trouble, there were no big battles, but small battles were inevitable. Every time after a war, no matter how many doctors there are in the army, there are not enough doctors, he goes to help the wounded soldiers. Not to mention applying medicine, he can also bandage it.
But he didn't insist and watched the bandits apply medicine to Liang Cheng and then bandage the wound.
The more you do it now, the more you expose yourself. If the bandits found out that he was so capable, they might ask the Marquis for more ransom.
"Master~" a voice sounded.
Mu Hanqing looked sideways and saw a middle-aged man with a feather fan in his hand, a wide-sleeved scarf, and the appearance of a scholar.
"I, Wu Wen, the military advisor of Black Tiger Village, would like to ask the prince to have a talk."
Seeing that the other party didn't extend his hand to make a gesture of invitation, it was natural to talk here. Mu Hanqing said: "Please tell me."
"There are a few things I want to discuss with the Crown Prince." The other party was still gentle and elegant.
"First, I would like to ask the prince to write a letter to the marquis, and ask him to prepare one million taels of silver and come to collect him."
"So many?" Mu Hanqing was surprised.
"It's not much, how can it be much?" Wu Wen shook his feather fan lightly and said with a smile: "Prince Guang alone is worth a thousand pieces of gold. Plus there are more than a dozen subordinates still alive here. It seems that they are all good soldiers in the army. Each one is worth three to five hundred taels of silver. And to show your sincerity, this is included as a birthday gift.”
A bandit standing next to him beamed with joy: "I've seen those three carts of stuff, darling, they're all good stuff. Not to mention those fine Sichuan brocades, treasures and antiques. There's also a handful of South China Sea pearls among them. They are all as big as dragon eyes. My eyes are dazzled when I look at them. There is also a jade statue of Guanyin, and the color of its eyebrows and eyes are all natural.”
Wu Wen smiled, and the meaning was very simple. If these things were sold, plus the prince's life, there would be one million taels of silver.
Wu Wenxiao looked very righteous, but in Mu Hanqing's eyes, he looked extremely treacherous.
(End of chapter)