After following Bian Hong away, Yu Qingruo found her voice and choked out: "Master...if you hadn't protected me today..."

"Quickly stop talking. It should be said that if it weren't for you here today, I would be in a much worse situation." Lin Zhihuang immediately interrupted Yu Qingruo's words and waved Yu Qingruo over to his bedside.

sit down.

If Yu Qingruo hadn't been there today, distracting the assassin and making him recognize her as herself, I might not have been able to kill the assassin with bare hands.

After Yu Qingruo heard the words, he didn't say anything anymore, but he still felt guilty.

Lin Zhihuang comforted Yu Qingruo for a few words, and then became concerned about Yu Qingruo's injury: "Linhe, is the knife wound on your leg serious?"

"It's okay. When the assassin slashed at his subordinate with a knife, because you used your fist to open up the force of his knife, the impact of the knife was not heavy. The subordinate's knife wound was just a big wound.

It's a bit bruised, but it's just a skin injury. Just bandage it and it will heal in about ten days."

Yu Qingruo let the maid support her and sat down beside Lin Zhihuang's bed. She looked at the hideous wound on Lin Zhihuang's back with tears in her eyes, wishing that she could suffer this wound on behalf of her lord.

Lin Zhihuang's face relaxed slightly when he heard this: "It's fine that you're fine."

"Lord..." Yu Qingruo sat on the edge of the couch and cried silently.

Lin Zhihuang turned his head and saw Yu Qingruo, who had always had a sharp personality, weeping silently, with a look of self-blame on her face. He deliberately scolded her and said: "You are already here, why are you still standing there? Why don't you hurry up and be my king?"

Stitch the wound?”

"If I use catgut to suture your wound, you will definitely have scars on your back." Yu Qingruo had already learned the wound suturing technique from the medical book given by Lin Zhihuang. He just saw Lin Zhihuang's wound.

At that moment, she knew that this time, Lin Zhihuang's wound would have to be sutured.

Catgut, which can be absorbed by the human body without being rejected, is not easy to make. Nowadays, doctors in military camps use silk sutures. For soldiers whose wounds have been sutured, the doctors will resew the sutures after the wounds have healed.

The nibbling line is drawn out.

Yu Qingruo naturally had a small amount of catgut made on her hands, so she didn't need to sew her lord with silk. She would have to remove the stitches when she collapsed. She was so uncomfortable that she couldn't bear to leave such a long scar on her lord.

She is brave, but she is a woman after all. With such a hideous scar on her back, her appearance in disguise can be regarded as a loss of appearance.

"What's this? Scars are the medals of the strong." Lin Zhihuang said quietly: "This time, I was careless and underestimated those people."

"You should learn a lesson from being so careless when you live on someone else's territory."

Since the beginning of the expedition, he had successfully attacked the city several times, and even captured Huanshui County easily. He then became arrogant, looked down on others, and underestimated others. Naturally, he had to learn some lessons.

There was a coldness in Lin Zhihuang's eyes: "Arrogant soldiers will be defeated. I only see other people's problems, but I don't know that I also have deep problems in this regard. I deserve this sword."

Yu Qingruo couldn't bear Lin Zhihuang talking about him like this, and said hurriedly: "My lord! You are obviously very careful. General Hua has set up tight defenses inside and outside the governor's house, as well as around your dormitory. Who would have expected that inside the dormitory?

Is there a secret passage under my bed? How can I say you are taking this lightly..."

Lin Zhihuang interrupted Yu Qingruo: "The process is not important, the result is the criterion for judging something."

"Linhe, any accident has its traces. I'm just glad that I took it lightly this time and didn't let me lose any of my subordinates, otherwise..."

Lin Zhihuang raised his hand, gently held Yu Qingruo's hand on the edge of the couch, and looked deeply into Yu Qingruo's eyes: "Losing any of you will be an unbearable pain for me. This pain

, will be a thousand times more serious than the knife wound on my back at this time, and it will not be cured as long as I am alive."

"Now, this lesson of underestimating the enemy is just a scar on my body. I have accepted it and... I am grateful."

"Lord..." Yu Qingruo shook Lin Zhihuang's hand hard. At this moment, she finally understood why Lin Zhihuang could be so self-controlled at such a young age.

As a superior, the more the lord has, the greater the responsibility. How dare he indulge himself so easily?

Enjoying pleasure is not because the Lord does not want to, but because she cannot do it for them, her subordinates, and for the people of the land under her jurisdiction...

Such a lord, such a lord...

She used her power to protect these subordinates and gave them the opportunity to express their ambitions...

But they, their subordinates, failed to protect their master... Yu Qingruo's heart ached.

Yu Qingruo had a calm face and cleaned her hands under the service of the maid. At this time, her first disciple Chang Xin also took her medicine box. Yu Qingruo took out catgut and needle from the medicine box with red eyes.

.

"Has the anesthetic been injected?" When preparing to inject the needle, Yu Qingruo raised her eyes and asked Chang Xin.

"No, Mr. Fujun did not let my disciple get the injection." Chang Xin immediately replied with a sad face.

Yu Qingruo's hands trembled when she heard the words, and she raised her eyes to Lin Zhihuang in disbelief. When her lord spoke to her just now, he didn't show a trace of pain. She thought Chang Xin had already given her lord partial anesthesia, but she didn't.

think........

"Lord, why don't you let Chang Xin inject you with anesthetic, so that you can suffer less?" Yu Qingruo's distressed eyes became even redder.

Fortunately, she asked more questions, my lord is really...

Lin Zhihuang was silent for a moment and said in a hoarse voice: "You can only remember the lesson through pain."

"Lord!"

"Let's give it a shot. There's no need to inject anesthesia."

"My lord! Since there is a way to alleviate the pain, why do you have to suffer yourself?"

Lin Zhihuang leaned on the couch and whispered: "Human, you will always feel pain, and you will remember how to prevent yourself from hurting again next time."

As he said this, Lin Zhihuang laughed softly: "I don't want to be unforgettable, I just want to remember it deeply. The next time I drift away, there will be painful memories to pull me."

Seeing that Lin Zhihuang had made up his mind, Yu Qingruo stopped trying to persuade him, took a deep breath, and skillfully began to sew up the wound on Lin Zhihuang's back. Once the Lord decided something, no one could change it. If she wanted

The Lord has less pain, so he can only sew up the wound as quickly as possible.

The sky was just beginning to glow, and then there were sporadic blood spots on Bian Hong's face. He walked out of the dungeon in a bloody state, holding a stack of blood-stained confessions in his hand.

After Sui Bianhong walked out of the dungeon, Hua Ling also walked out with an evil spirit, caught up with Sui Bianhong, and said with a gloomy face: "These confessions are directed at some small and medium-sized aristocratic families in Huanshui County. There is nothing I can do to Zhu Chang.

The big families headed by Rong and Gu Juncheng."

Bian Hong kept walking forward, his blood-red lips curled up in a fierce arc: "That's enough."

"Enough?" Hua Ling frowned.
Chapter completed!