This queen is not too curly

Chapter 44 She Doesn't Like You

Qiu Yu's injury is not optimistic.

Luo Ziqiu cut open his wound with a dagger, gouged out his poisoned and blackened flesh, and didn't stop until he found the bones. Finally, he sewed up the fresh flesh with a needle.

The tent was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the picture was bloody.

Yan Yuan kept pressing the material steadily, and when it came time to sew, she pushed the flesh tightly with both hands, so that Luo Ziqiu's stitches could be more finely drawn.Only in this way can the wound bleed less, and Qiu Yu will have a chance to survive.

She was so engrossed in staring at the wound that she didn't notice that Luo Ziqiu looked up at her while the stitches were being stitched up, with deep interest in his eyes.

"Your Majesty's courage..." Luo Ziqiu raised the corners of his lips, "It's unexpected."

Yan Yuan had no time to answer his teasing.

She found that Qiu Yu's injury was not simple. Even after suturing the wound, the bleeding still did not stop.Bright red blood flowed from the wound, although the amount was not much, but it didn't seem to stop at all.

Now even Luo Ziqiu's face changed, and his calm face finally showed seriousness.He bent down and sprinkled some hemostatic powder on Qiu Yu's wound, and tied the wound with more flexible gauze, but it had little effect.

The blood continued to flow, without stopping.

How much blood can a person shed?

Luo Ziqiu's face finally turned dark.Everyone's physique is different. Under normal circumstances, Qiu Yu's injuries are not serious, and the poison is not difficult to cure, but there are one or two people, and when they are injured, the wounds are extremely difficult to stop bleeding.

When such a person encounters a serious injury, it will be a disaster, and he can only resign himself to fate.

In the silence, Yan Yuan said lightly: "Try it with fire."

Luo Ziqiu was taken aback for a moment: "What do you mean by your mother's words?"

Yan Yuan said: "When marching and fighting, if unfortunately you enter the enemy's camp and there is no military doctor, the soldiers will burn their wounds with fire, and the meat will be cooked..."

This is an unbelievably wild way.

It sounds ridiculous.

Luo Ziqiu listened in a daze, and before Yan Yuan finished speaking, he immediately started to operate.He is an imperial doctor. Although he doesn't understand these crooked methods, he has to admit that it may indeed be the only way for Qiu Yu to survive right now.

Candlelight burned the wound, and the blood really dried up slowly.

Yan Yuan got a handful of gray things from nowhere, and spread them carefully on top of the medicine powder.

"What is this?" Luo Ziqiu asked.

"Charcoal." Yan Yuan replied softly, "This thing is cleaner than all the cloth."

Luo Ziqiu didn't make a sound, and quietly cooperated with Yan Yuan to finish the final dressing.

This time it's a real collaboration.

He found that the queen in front of him seemed to be very upright, she could immediately understand what he wanted to do, and cooperated skillfully... It was even easier than his apprentice doctor in the Royal Hospital.

Luo Ziqiu stared at Yan Yuan's hand: "Your Majesty is very good at bandaging?"

Yan Yuan was startled, and said: "Bengong...the family has a puppy that is often injured."

Luo Ziqiu asked again: "I have the guts to ask you, how did your majesty know that there is still a way to stop bleeding?"

As an imperial doctor, he didn't even know how to do it. How did she, a young lady who didn't live in a boudoir, know such crooked ways of medicine?
Regarding this question, Yan Yuan had already prepared a draft, she said disapprovingly: "I saw it in Dad's marching log."

Luo Ziqiu: "Military records?"

Yan Yuan answered eloquently: "My father once sent troops outside the Great Wall. A few years ago he compiled his experience into a marching log. I often read it when I have nothing to do in my boudoir, but I only vaguely remember it."

This reason is reasonable, even Luo Ziqiu did not find any flaws.

He wanted to ask more questions, but Yan Yuan stood up precariously.

"I'm tired," she said softly.

Without waiting for Luo Ziqiu's answer, Yan Yuan dragged her heavy body to the outside of the tent.

She saw Chen Lingchen at the tent door, and her eyes met hers quietly.

At that time, the sun was rising outside, and thousands of golden rays of light shone on the earth. The light and shadow shone on his black robe, and the dark golden thread was like the sunlight drawn into threads, giving it an indescribably noble and gloomy look.

Yan Yuan didn't know when he stood there, how much he watched, or maybe he was there from the beginning and never left.

She doesn't think so much anymore.

Huge exhaustion swept her body like a tide, and she just wanted to go back to the tent and faint for a while, try not to vomit blood as much as possible, and hoped that the gods and Buddhas would bless her to wake up before sunset.

Yan Yuan passed Chen Lingchen with a numb face covered in blood.

Chen Ling followed her with Shen's eyes. He was surprised that she didn't even give him a look when she saw him. Her attitude was so domineering that she was completely different from before.

Are you too lazy to pretend?
He raised the corners of his mouth and called her name softly: "Yan Yuan."

Yan Yuan's footsteps stopped.

This was the first time in her memory that she heard Chen Lingchen call her name. Her voice was not as cold as she had imagined, but it was somewhat indescribably charming.

But she still didn't look back, and after a brief stay, she took another step forward.

She was about to die, and she didn't want to give him a look.

Destroy them all.

Ignorant dog thing.

Under the sun, Chen Ling's eyes followed her figure all the time.

The submissive queen, the crying soft bun, and the soft-spoken Yan Yuan, seem to be shrouded in a layer of mist all the time, although they are close at hand, there is always something strange that cannot be said.

But at this moment, her steps were shaky, and half of her goose-yellow gauze skirt was already stained red with blood, but there was an indescribable vigor on her body.

Is this the daughter of Marquis Dingbei, Yan Yuan?
……

Three poles after sunrise, the collapse accumulated on the cliff was finally cleaned up, and the chariots and horses set off again.

I heard that the Empress was frightened last night and fell asleep after returning to the tent, so the marching team has been slightly adjusted: Yan Yuan and the servants are in a carriage, the Holy One and Luo Yuyi are in a carriage, and Concubine Xu is alone. carriage.

Song Wan'er was naturally not reconciled to this matter. She suffered a disadvantage last night, and was arranged to spend the night in a carriage even though she had just fallen asleep. Right now, her back is sore and her eyes are red from grievance.But Chen Lingshen was resolute, so she could only hold her breath and got into the carriage again.

Didn't the Holy One have a good time with Yan Yuan last night, did he know the taste of the bones?
In the carriage, Song Wan'er couldn't help thinking wildly.

Soon she denied her conjecture.

Will not.

The Holy Majesty is not a person who is obsessed with beauty, let alone Dingbei Hou Yanzhou is ambitious, the Holy Majesty spent three years supporting her brothers, isn't it to fight against Dingbei Hou and the Queen Mother?

It is absolutely impossible.

Having said that, Song Wan'er couldn't help but her eyes turned red, as if countless needles had been pierced into her heart, resentment came out of those needle holes, and overflowed from her eye sockets.

She doesn't want to lose, absolutely can't lose.

……

On the carriage, Luo Ziqiu lighted some soothing incense for Chen Ling.

Chen Lingchen didn't close his eyes immediately, but asked Luo Ziqiu lightly, "What do you think?"

Luo Ziqiu said: "To be straightforward, it really seems to be the style of King Last."

Before marrying the Empress Dowager, the late Emperor once gave birth to a son with a court lady, that is King Xuan Chu Jingyu.This son has always been raised in the cold palace. Later, the late Emperor tried his best to marry the Empress Dowager, a daughter of a foreigner, who was kind. She took this son into her own palace to raise him. The eldest son of the emperor.

The Empress Dowager Cide treated him with kindness and kindness. When he was an adult, the late emperor had passed away. At that time, the Empress Dowager listened to the government behind the curtain and sealed him the best land in Yan Kingdom. She even gave him five thousand soldiers so that he could live in peace.

This kind of honor and favor is better than that of parents and children.

It's just that people are always dissatisfied. After a few years of gratitude, Chu Jingyu developed an unusual thought. Over the years, he has been making small moves, which even he finds it disturbing, but it hinders the empress dowager's deep affection for him. Don't dare to make a move easily.

Luo Ziqiu sighed: "People are not enough."

Chen Ling's face was calm, as if he was not surprised by Luo Ziqiu's deduction.

He lowered his gaze, was silent for a moment, and said, "What about her?"

Luo Ziqiu was originally a roundworm, so of course he knew that he was talking about Queen Yan Yuan.He lowered his eyebrows and thought for a moment before saying, "I can't see anything unusual."

He thought for a while and said: "Dingbei Hou has been a soldier for half his life. I heard that he likes to drink tea and play the piano when he is old. It is not unusual to write a marching log. It is reasonable for the daughter of the Hou family to understand these things."

He also wanted to find some flaws, but he didn't.

Yan Yuan's serious illness is real.

The identity of the daughter of the Dingbeihou Mansion is also true.

If anything is fake, it's probably only that she faked her own character.

She made herself look a little stupid, a little cowardly, a little timid, like a candle covered with a thick lampshade, smothering its own brilliance.

But why is this necessary?

Could it be that she doesn't want to sit firmly in the middle palace?
Luo Ziqiu couldn't figure it out. When he raised his head, he saw Chen Ling's usually indifferent face, and he was also somewhat puzzled.Maybe he didn't even know it, but his expression at this moment was very rare, and it was really weird.

Luo Ziqiu couldn't help laughing: "I think there are two possibilities."

Chen Ling raised his eyes.

Luo Ziqiu said leisurely: "First, although Yan Zhou formed an alliance with the Queen Mother, Ms. Yan has her own ideas. She doesn't want to be a chess piece for the Queen Mother to charge forward, and wants to do as little as possible."

Chen Ling lowered his eyelashes: "What about the second?"

"Secondly, the empress may..."

Luo Ziqiu hooked the corners of his mouth, and said lightly:
"I really don't like His Majesty."

……

(End of this chapter)