After being expelled from the palace, she returned with her cub and amazed the whole city

"Master Gongxi, please be safe."

"Master Gongxi, wait, let's go together."

Everyone couldn't help but regard Gong Xishuo as their backbone.

Gong Xishuo was actually very scared, but his colleagues were as timid as rats, so he had no choice but to get up and get out of bed.

Seeing that his colleagues offered to go together, he pretended to be calm and said: "It's okay to go out together and have a look. If someone is injured, we can help and do something."

One of the envoys said weakly: "Your Highness's senior brothers are not only highly skilled in martial arts, but also knowledgeable in medical skills. It seems that there is nothing we can do."

"If you can't do anything, you have to go and see. It's our duty to protect His Highness from returning to the capital safely!"

Gong Xishuo's tone was impatient, as if he hated iron for not being able to become steel.

They say that a useless person is a scholar, but he didn't agree with it in the past.

Along the way, faced with danger again and again, Gong Xishuo's thoughts began to change.

Fuck those who know the Four Books and Five Classics, whoever has the fastest sword is the master.

He secretly decided to let his youngest son abandon literature and join the martial arts when he returned.

Gong Xishuo opened the door and led everyone outside the room where Nangong Zeyue lived.

The door was ajar, and there was no one in the room.

"Your Highness, is he okay?" The envoy's voice trembled as he spoke, his tongue began to become knotted, and he looked towards the direction of the hall.

Seeing that the hall was brightly lit and there was no sound of fighting, Gong Xishuo waved his hand and said, "Go to the hall."

In the hall, Nangong Zeyue and his senior brother were calm and methodical in bandaging the wounds of the injured senior brothers.

"Old Thirteen, please bear with it, it will hurt a little if the numbness is gone." Nangong Jun sprinkled the golden medicine on the wound on Junior Brother Thirteen's arm, and then clamped the needle and thread in the liquor.

Lao Shisan gritted his teeth and said as if he was ready to die, "Brother, just sew it up, I'm not afraid of pain."

Nangong Zeyue bandaged the wound of another senior brother, turned around, picked up a cotton towel, rolled it up and handed it to Old Thirteen's mouth, "Brother Thirteen, bite it."

Lao Shisan opened his mouth without hesitation and bit the cotton towel in his mouth.

The senior brother had just received two stitches, and beads of sweat were already forming on his forehead.

When the envoys came in, they saw this bloody scene.

"There are just...a few people left?" An envoy staggered and almost fainted.

Nangong Zeyue turned around and frowned slightly, "What did you say?"

Gong Xishuo glared at his colleagues, "Don't say anything unlucky. The others must have gone back to their rooms."

Nangong Zeyue told the envoys: "Master Gongxi, stay here while the others go to fetch water and deliver it to the clean room."

The envoys were stunned for a moment and didn't understand what was meant. Gong Xishuo was the first to understand.

"Don't be stunned. The assassin's blood must have splashed on everyone. Get some water quickly."

"Let's go right now."

The envoys rolled up their sleeves and ran to the well in the backyard of the inn.

The envoys fetched water and sent it to the clean room. They were relieved when they saw that everyone was neat and tidy.

Everyone knows that these senior brothers of His Highness are their life-saving talisman. If the life-saving talisman is gone, they will be like laying bunks on the floor in a hut - not far from shit.

In the hall, Gong Xishuo took a look at the wound being sutured. The cleaned wound was two inches long.

At first glance, it was shocking. The skin was cracked and the muscles were turned out, revealing a bright red underneath.

Gong Xishuo had never seen such a bloody scene before. His calves were shaking under his robe.

As the stitches were sewn one by one, blood was slowly seeping out, and the robe under the arm was stained red with blood.

There was a strong smell of blood in the air.

"Your Highness, Weichen..."

Before Gong Xishuo could finish his words, Nangong Zeyue said: "Go find a pair of scissors quickly."

"Weichen is going now."

The shopkeeper and waiter in the inn were too scared to come out. Gong Xishuo took an oil lamp and walked to the counter.

Luckily I found the scissors in the counter drawer.

After Nangong Jun sewed up the wound, he took the golden medicine handed over by Nangong Zeyue and shook it on the wound, then bandaged it carefully.

Seeing that the gauze was not soaked with blood to a large extent, Nangong Jun breathed a sigh of relief.

The remaining people in the hall were not seriously injured, so they cleaned up and went back to the house to rest.

Gong Xishuo brought scissors and saw Nangong Jun cutting off Lao Shisan's clothes from the shoulders.

Nangong Zeyue picked up the handkerchief and helped wipe the blood on her body.

Gong Xishuo saw that the water in the wooden basin on the ground was all red, so he quickly rolled up his sleeves and said, "Wei Chen, go get a basin of water."

Gong Xishuo brought clean water, and Nangong Zeyue wiped Brother Thirteen's body with her own hands until all the blood stains were removed, and then put on clean clothes.

After cleaning up, Nangong Zeyue and her senior brother sent Lao Shisan back to the house to settle down before going back to the house to rest.

Gong Xishuo took the envoys back to the house. It was already past the fifth watch.

The night was uneventful, and everyone only got a full night's sleep.

The next day.

A group of people crossed the border in a mighty manner.

The envoys put on their official robes, and the flags on the carriages had the word "Mo" written in big letters.

Nangong Zeyue is on horseback, wearing a red robe with dark embroidery. She has a tall and straight figure, gorgeous clothes and elegant demeanor, with a confident smile hanging on the corner of her mouth.

It was as if everything was under his control.

He was sitting upright on horseback, his robes fluttering in the wind, giving him a bohemian yet sacrosanct aura.

Entering the territory of Liang Kingdom, the people along the way stopped and cast strange glances.

Someone exclaimed, "Look, the ministers who were sent to Wanling have returned, and the one walking in front is the missing eldest prince." "God has opened his eyes, the eldest prince is back!"

The people knelt down when they heard the exclamation.

"Welcome the eldest prince back!"

"Welcome the eldest prince back!"

The voice was loud.

Nangong Zeyue raised his arm and waved to the people. He was handsome and bright.

His appearance was like a beautiful landscape, attracting everyone's attention.

The folk customs of Liang State were more open than those of Wanling. There were girls in the crowd waving their handkerchiefs vigorously at Nangong Zeyue.

Nangong Zeyue's fox eyes were originally full of autumnal waves.

His eyes only swept across the crowd lightly, but the girls saw the eyes full of affection cast on themselves.

Suddenly, the girls screamed with excitement.

As the horse moved forward, the screams in his ears were left behind.

Nangong Zeyue glanced sideways and saw the eldest brother looking at him. That look was hard to describe.

Nangong Jun has long been accustomed to it. His junior brother is handsome and is liked by women wherever he goes.

The folk customs of Wanling have many restrictions on women, and girls dare not be so crazy even if they like him.

Looking at the scene just now, Nangong Jun couldn't help but secretly sweat for his junior brother.

Nangong Zeyue didn't expect that his ostentatious parade would have such side effects.

Senior Brother Thirteen was seriously injured and not suitable for riding a horse. He gave the carriage sent by Xiao Jingzhao to the injured senior brothers.

Nangong Jun looked back at the prisoner car covered with black cloth.

"Your Highness, how to deal with these people?"