The wild mountains in April are lush with lush trees. From a distance, forests rise and fall with the terrain, forming a sea of ​​trees. The afternoon sun shines directly on the earth, and the sparkling streams evaporate the water vapor, forming clouds over the forest.

In a large flat ground at the foot of the mountain, there are dozens of mud and wooden houses. A black goshawk is squatting under the eaves of the largest mud and wooden house, shrank his head and is drowsy.

"Ah!" Suddenly a scream came from the house, and the eagle suddenly woke up and spread its wings and flew away with a "popping" sound.

"Matsumiko, can you be gentle?" Masayoro, who was lying on the tatami with his back exposed in the mud wooden house, said with a bitter face.

"Ah, I'm sorry, Your Highness." The answer to Zhengliang was a woman's voice that was even smaller than the sound of a mosquito.

Masara now felt that she was in the middle of ice and fire. She hurried back to her residence to take a shower, and was having a headache looking for something to deal with the wound. At this time, Masara Miko came in with some ground-like herbs. In fact, Masara Miko was also very nervous when she heard that the lord was injured. Since the lord came, she took good care of her orphans and widows. Recently, she took herself into a maid (during the Warring States Period in Japan, the maids selected by the wealthy clan were unmarried women), which made her family live a lot better, so Masara was always grateful to Masara. Now that she heard that Masara was injured, she quickly went to the nearby mountains and fields to collect some medicine. After careful treatment, she took Masara's residence and prepared to help him apply.

Masara also muttered in his heart when he looked at the herbs that were grinding into balls, but after Matsumiko said that her former husband had applied these things after being injured in the field, and the effect was good, she agreed. After all, having a beautiful maid applied medicine to her is also a pleasure, of course, it was just applying her back, and as for her thighs and butts, she still came by herself.

When Masayoro lay down with hope and exposed her back for Matsumiko to apply medicine, the tragedy happened. The juice of these herbs is very irritating. As soon as they touched the wound, a hot pain suddenly came. I had already planned to forget it, but later I thought that it was said that the more intense the herbs were treated, the better the effect, and a beauty was applying medicine to her, she could not let her down her proactive kindness, so Masayoro gritted her teeth and endured it. However, it was probably the first time that Masayoro saw other men except her husband exposed their bodies. She was very nervous. She applied the medicine while trembling. As a result, she accidentally exerted too much force. Masayoro was hit again and couldn't help but scream.

The happy and painful treatment lasted for nearly a moment. Masarara's back was finally finished applying medicine. He finally breathed a sigh of relief and secretly wiped his sweat. The treatment of the beauty applying medicine himself was really not so good. Finally, Matsumiko found a long rag to help Masarara wrap the wound. Looking at her upper body, Masarara felt that she was a bit like a semi-finished mummy now.

"Well, Matsumiko, I feel much better, thank you. Stay away the medicine, you can go out first." Masara looked at Matsumiko, who was blushing with her head down and her face was blushing.

"Yes, Your Highness" Matsumiko knew that Masayora would apply medicine to her thighs and that place next, and her ears suddenly became redder. After whispering, she lowered her head and walked with small steps like a young wife who had made a mistake.

Looking at Matsumiko who was shyly running away, Masara smiled and shook her head. Then he began to apply medicine to other injured parts of his body.

"Ah!", "Ah!" Masara, who was just about to roll up his clothes and apply medicine to his thighs, suddenly heard two screams from front and back from the door, and then he calmed down. After a while, Sahararo's scream came from outside the door, "Your Highness."

"Is it Sahararo? Come in," Masara responded.

"Squeak", the small wooden door was pushed open, and Sahararo walked in with sweat. The sweat should be sunny. He probably had been standing outside the door for a while. Just now, Matsumiko was probably walking out with her head down, but suddenly she was shocked when she saw Sahararo standing outside the door. Then Sahararo was startled by Matsumiko's scream again.

"Your Highness, we have caught a bandit," Sahararo bowed and said excitedly.

"What, bandit? What's going on?" Zhengliang was surprised.

"That's right. While we were patrolling, we found a guy sneaking around the village. We had never seen this guy before, so we caught him. He said he was the leader of the bandits on the mountain and asked us to let him go." Sahararo was obviously still in excitement.

"Well? Why didn't you come in early to report? Let's take me to see." Zhengliang didn't care about treating the wound, picked up the Taibing knife, stood up with a "brush" and walked out.

"Yes, Your Highness." Sahararo bowed and muttered in his heart, "Why did I dare to come in just now? Who knows what you are doing inside?" Seeing that Masara had already walked to the door, he quickly followed.

"Your Highness, Your Highness" Sahararo whispered behind him as he followed Masara.

"Hmm?" Masara turned around and looked at Sahararo in confusion.

"Your Highness, although that guy said he was a bandit, we don't think he looked like a bandit at all." Sahararo said his opinion carefully.

"Why?" Masayoro was confused. Maybe these little guys really caught a refugee who accidentally broke into the town.

"Because he doesn't look like a bandit at all." Sahararo looked at Masarara with certainty.

Masara was suddenly covered in black lines. What is this reason? Forget it, just go and take a look. After thinking about it, he quickly rushed to the center of Machiko.

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"Hahaha. I was aware of it and quickly let the uncle go, otherwise my subordinates would flatten your village tonight." Before Zhengliang could reach the open space in the middle of the village, he heard an arrogant voice shouting loudly. Damn, who dared to be so arrogant in my territory? Zhengliang couldn't help but get angry. He was tortured when applying medicine just now, and was about to find someone to vent his feelings to get back the comfort in his heart. Today you are unlucky. Thinking of this, Zhengliang accelerated his pace. After a small turn, Zhengliang finally saw the situation clearly. A man was tied to a wooden pillar in the open space, with his back facing him, and was now terrifying the people around him. 10 little guys were staring at the man with a short bamboo gun. Other people in the territory should still distribute pork at the schoolyard, so there are only these little guys responsible for patrol and guarding here.

Zhengliang walked over quickly.

"Your Highness" saw that the lord came, and quickly gave a standard military salute. Half a month of training had gradually adapted to this strange etiquette. Of course, only Zhengliang was qualified to enjoy this military salute in the entire territory. Zhengliang returned the military salute and walked to the man who was still shouting.

"Hahaha, you will regret it, ha..." The voice suddenly seemed to be stuck by something, and it stopped completely.

"Huh?" Zhengliang felt that the guy in front of him looked familiar, and frowned and tried to recall it. Yes, wasn't this the two thieves who wanted to rob him halfway when he first came here halfway? It turned out to be an acquaintance. When he looked back, he looked at the guy in front of him and Zhengliang immediately smiled. This guy was the same as he had been half a month ago. When he faced his question, he shouted like this at the beginning. Finally, after he stabbed two wooden thorns into his two fingers, he cooperated obediently.

"Haha, you should be called Yukisuke, right? We're meeting again." Masarara said to the guy in front of him with a smile.

"Uh...uh..." The guy in front of him obviously recognized Masayoro, but he seemed very nervous, his eyes staring tightly, and his throat was constantly squirming, but he just couldn't make a sound.

"Ah!" The throat, which was extremely panicked and could not make a sound for a while, finally made a sound, "It's you? No, devil, you are the devil, don't come, don't come, ah, please." Yukisuke screamed while kicking the ground with his legs, trying to stay away from the guy in front of him who kept having nightmares.

Masara was very funny. It seemed that the torture last time had a big blow to this guy. "Yuisuke, you should know the purpose of my coming here, right? To be honest, if I am not satisfied, I don't mind letting you taste that taste again," Masarara said with a smile, while looking at Yuisuke's tied hands with malicious intentions.
Chapter completed!