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The ones sent today are all seriously injured or dying. The bloody wounds that have not been treated, and the screams of pain one after another, filled the place with a strong suffocating feeling.

Li Feng, who was unconscious, was now lying on a bed in the corner, his naked upper body wrapped in a towel soaked in blood.

But compared to the quick glance before, although he is unconscious now, there is no ominous deadness on his face.

"The medicine you sent has helped a lot." Yu Jingdu said personally: "If it was in the past, General Li's wound would be difficult to stop the bleeding. Among the finished medicines you sent, there are medicines that stop bleeding quickly. There are also ginseng tablets that hang their lives... I think the number of severely injured people who have been carried out today should be much less than before."

If a seriously injured person is carried in and then carried out, it means death.

The fewer people who are carried out, the more people who can prove that they can be saved!

"Master, Your Highness, please come over." At this time, a soldier came to report.

Rong Zhuo glanced at Li Feng again, then turned around and followed the soldier who came to report the letter.

This time, Yu Fang took Rong Zhuo directly to Yu Jingdu's tent.

As soon as Rong Zhuo entered the door, he was hugged by someone, followed by a delicate kiss from Yu Fang.

Yu Jingdu kissed sincerely and earnestly, his lips and tongues seemed to be scrambling to express his thoughts and desires.

"You'll be seen when you go out in a while." Rong Zhuo whispered.

"Then don't go out, stay here forever."

"How does this work?" Rong Zhuo said worriedly, "There will be doubts."

"Don't worry, the medicine you sent saved Li Feng's life. I am grateful for keeping you in the camp for three days and three nights, and no one dares to say anything more." Yu Jingdu said.

Rong Zhuo: ...

Chapter 114

Intellectually, Rong Zhuo wanted to refuse.

This place is the main camp of the North Army, and there are many people with mixed eyes, so it is difficult to guarantee that there will be no mistakes.

And from the previous experience, let alone three days and three nights, even an hour would be enough for him. If he can't even walk by then, it will be troublesome. Can't let Yu Jingdu carry him out?

But emotionally, facing Yu Jingdu, who had been away for a long time, he couldn't say a word of rejection at all.

Besides, Yu Jingdu didn't give him a chance to refuse at all at this moment, so it was difficult for him to even catch his breath, let alone speak.

"Where's His Royal Highness?" A voice suddenly sounded outside the barracks.

Rong Zhuo's body froze, so frightened that he didn't dare to make a sound, for fear that the other party would come in and see the scene of the two hugging each other. But he wanted to push Yu Jingdu away, but the other party didn't let go. The arm holding him was so strong that he didn't give him a chance to break free.

Of course, Yu Jingdu didn't care about the university, but because he knew his personal accomplices. Without his approval, no one in the camp would dare to trespass into his tent. Even if the other party had such courage, the person who accompanied him at the door was not a vegetarian and would definitely be able to stop him.

If he wasn't so sure, he wouldn't be able to hold people so brazenly without letting go.

Sure enough, it didn't mean that Jing Du opened his mouth, and he heard the person at the door reply: "His Royal Highness and Young Master Rong of the caravan have important business discussions, and ordered others not to disturb them."

The man didn't say anything more after hearing the words, he said two more words with his followers and then left.

When the people outside left, Yu Jingdu leaned over and kissed again.

"Wait a minute!" Rong Zhuo raised his hand and pushed on his shoulder, subconsciously glanced in the direction of the tent door, "Go behind the screen..."

Hearing this, Yu Jingdu directly supported his legs and hugged the person, striding behind the screen.

Rong Zhuo put one hand on his neck, raised his chin slightly, and let him ask for it.

Their lips and tongues were intertwined, their breaths intertwined, and they were a little carried away.

Until Rong Zhuo asked him intermittently, "Are you ready?"

"What are you going to prepare?" Yu Jingdu asked.

Before Rong Zhuo could answer, Yu Jingdu suddenly reacted.

He stepped back a little, looked at Rong Zhuo, his eyes were full of undisguised desire, but his expression was a little annoyed.

"You're not ready?" Rong Zhuo asked him.

"You weren't here before, what am I going to do with that?" Yu Jingdu asked.

"You...you didn't think I was coming?"

"Of course I thought about it, but I thought you'd bring it over when you came." Yu Jingdu said, "Didn't you guys bring moisturizing cream over here? I'll see if they give me any points..."

He said and strode outside the screen, glanced everywhere, and even opened the drawer to take a look.

But among the things that Rong Zhuo and the others sent, only the urgently needed over-the-counter medicine was taken out and used, and the other things could not be distributed in the future.

Besides, even if they were divided, Yu Jingdu was not there before, and others did not dare to come to his tent easily.

"Wait for me, I'll go to them and ask for..."

"Yu Jingdu!" Rong Zhuo called to him, "Don't go."

Yu Jingdu paused in his footsteps, and the qi and blood on his head finally faded a little.

After he returned to the screen, he stretched out his hand to help Rong Zhuo tidy up his clothes, and then hugged and kissed gently for a while.

"I'm sorry, I'm too anxious." Yu Jingdu said.

"I know." Rong Zhuo nestled in his arms, "I know you miss me, because I miss you too."

Yu Jingdu sat on the edge of the couch, holding Rong Zhuo on his lap, so he had time to take a good look at the person in his arms. He slowly stroked his calloused fingertips from the boy's eyebrows and nose to the tip of his nose, cautiously as if he was examining a treasure.

"Aren't you hurt?" Yu Jingdu asked him.

Rong Zhuo shook his head, his cheeks still dyed red, "Did you get tanned?"

"No, it's still as beautiful." Yu Jingdu gently kissed his nose, "Nothing has changed."

Rong Zhuo held his face, his fingers slowly stroked the newly added scar on his cheekbones, and then leaned in and kissed gently.