The two men saw Wu Dahu drinking crisp, hands loose, a pair of silly expression.
After they looked at each other, they began to find trouble with Wu Dahu from other places.
"Why did you drink him? Don't you know that this is what Lord Xiao Yan gave you both? Do you want to disobey Lord Xiao Yan's order? "
Wu Dahu put down the empty bowl and said innocently, "I don't have enough to drink one bowl, and my husband doesn't have the desire to eat for the time being, so I'll drink the other one. Is there any problem?"
It is because there is no problem, the two people will become irritable. After giving Wu Dahu a vicious look, they turn and leave their tent.
After they left, song QingHan looked at Wu Dahu with worried eyes, reached for a knock on the empty bowl, and asked softly, "are you really OK? Tell me in time what's wrong
Wu Dahu saw his expression in a faint uneasiness, suddenly reached for his hand, slowly said: "it's really OK, with you around, what can I do?"
Song QingHan's face is red, it seems to think of the warmth of last night, a light cough to cover up his embarrassment.
After they finished the wounded soldiers as usual, seeing that the sun was still early, Wu Dahu said in a voice: "it's time to see Xiao Yan."
For some reason, song QingHan always felt that Wu Dahu's tone was a little serious, like the tranquility before the storm.
But he didn't ask anything. He nodded gently, followed Wu Dahu and walked towards Xiao Yan's tent.
After seeing them, the guard at the door looked surprised and frowned, "what are you doing here?"
Who doesn't know that Xiao Yan is replacing Wu Dahu's position. If Wu Dahu can't see through, what can he do to Xiao Yan?
Song QingHan recognized the guard. Before, he had a good relationship with this man when he poured the nightpot. Unexpectedly, he became a stranger in a flash.
Wu Dahu didn't mind the man's alert attitude. He said calmly, "we're here to thank Lord Xiao Yan for saving lives in barbarians. I hope you can go in and report."
The man gave them a dubious glance, hesitated for a moment, nodded to them and said, "wait here. I'll go and ask the adults what they mean."
Within half a moment, the man came out of the tent, opened the tent without any expression, and said in a deep voice, "your Lord let you in."
When Wu Dahu passed him, he suddenly whispered: "if you dare to act rashly...
before Wu Dahu could speak, song QingHan first opened his mouth:" how do you think a pregnant man can act rashly? "
The man subconsciously looked down at his stomach, where there has been an obvious bulge, can not help but some language block.
Seeing that they hadn't come in, Xiao Yan came over and invited them in. He apologized and said, "I can't control these people now. There are too many things. I don't know what they think. They even let me sit in this position..."
seeing Xiao Yan want to invite him to the main seat, Wu Dahu waved his hand and stood in the center casually and said, "I'm just one now Bai Ding, if you don't have etiquette, it's out of order. Don't do anything else. "
After hearing what he said, Xiao Yan's eyes flashed a look of gloom and sighed: "well, those people are clearly intentional, I can be promoted, but Lord Wu just..."
after that, he paused, as if suddenly remembered something. Suddenly, he took out a folded rice paper from his arms, carefully turned his head and looked around, then paved it and handed it to Wu Dahu and lowered it The voice said, "Lord Wu, this is the name of my diary. They are all the people who jump up and down the most. Don't you suspect that there is a spy among us?"
Wu Dahu took the Xuan paper and quickly glanced at the name on it. Suddenly, he returned the paper to Xiao Yan and said in a deep voice, "since you found it, you are responsible for it. I am just a white Ding now."
Xiao Yan was stunned and hesitated to put away the paper. He began to persuade him: "Lord Wu, don't worry. The general will try to clear away your grievances. I heard that Merck is preparing for a large-scale attack. Maybe you can make atonement for it?"
Wu Dahu still didn't respond. He shook his head and said, "no matter how powerful the general is, it's just one person's strength. It's hard to resist the demands of the people. But it's OK. I'm more comfortable in the wounded camp."
Seeing that Wu Dahu didn't mean to resist at all, Xiao Yan seemed to be more anxious than he was. He could not help but approached him and said in a low voice: "if there is no lord Wu, whether this battle can be won or not can be answered. Lord Wu, even for the sake of the people in the rear, you must go to war!"
While they were talking to each other, song QingHan had already looked at the furnishings of Xiao Yan's tent, and suddenly said, "Xiao Yan, which camp are you from?"
Xiao Yan stopped and pulled a stiff smile on his face. He was embarrassed and said, "I used to be a member of the first battalion. What's the master asking about this?"
Song QingHan shook his head and said in an inexplicable way: "the people in the first battalion said they had never seen you. I was a little curious. After all, Wu Dahu has lost his memory, so I can only ask you."After hearing this answer, Xiao Yan reached out and scratched his head, and said in a puzzled way: "why do they say that? Maybe I didn't talk much before, so they forgot. "
After he said this, there was a strange silence in the tent.
Just when Xiao Yan wanted to change the subject, song QingHan suddenly said, "can you take off your coat and let me see how your wound is recovering?"
Xiao Yan's body froze, and the expression on his face was also slowly restrained. He said in a low voice: "is this not good? My injury has almost recovered, so I don't have to worry about it...
Song QingHan insisted on seeing it and said: "even if it's almost recovered, but as long as it's not thorough, there will be a possibility of deterioration. Let me see, Wu Dahu doesn't mind."
Xiao Yan turned his head to Wu Dahu, and his eyes revealed a touch of pleading. However, Wu Dahu seemed to have not seen it. He nodded his head and said, "yes, I don't mind. Please show him. I'm also worried about your body."
Seeing that both of them focused their eyes on themselves, Xiao Yan sighed faintly, turned his back, slowly took off his coat, and exposed his body covered with scars in front of them.
Song QingHan closed his eyes and recalled in his mind what happened that day in the mass grave.
He has treated so many people that he usually doesn't remember the characteristics of the patients, but as long as they pass through the wounds of his hands, he is confident to recognize them.
A moment later, he suddenly opened his eyes and said, "you are not Xiao Yan."
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