But this time, something incredible happened. With that punch, a sip of sewage sprayed out of Zhan Zhen’s nose and mouth: “Wow——!”

Everyone was shocked!

As soon as the sip of sewage was sprayed out, Zhan Zhen was like a fish on a chopping board. He immediately flicked up and then coughed desperately. After finally coughing out the water accumulated in his chest and lungs, he raised his head and looked around in a mess.

Suddenly, he was also a little confused.

At this time, it is no exaggeration to describe his situation as the general trend. Looking at the faces of the enemy around him, Zhan Zhen, who had just walked back from the gate of hell, had obviously lost the consciousness of resistance and sat there motionless.

Liu Qinghan then wiped the water from his face and turned around and ordered the people around him, "Take him down."

The soldiers around him quickly reacted and rushed forward immediately. Zhan Zhen had no time to react at this time, so he was firmly captured by them and quickly tied up and took them down.

Liu Qinghan stood up, wondering if he was a little dizzy, and staggered slightly. Li'er, who had been standing there, hurriedly ran over and grabbed Liu Qinghan's clothes.

"Uncle San, are you okay?"

Liu Qinghan looked down at her, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Silly girl, Uncle San is fine."

After saying this, the smile on his face was like a candle in the wind. It was extinguished with a thud. Li'er screamed, looking at Liu Qinghan's whole body like a puppet with a broken thread, falling down dejectedly.

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Liu Qinghan fell ill without surprise.

Apart from a few scratches on his body, there were no fatal wounds. I didn't ask too much, and I could understand what they had experienced this night. Holding Li'er and watching the soldiers lift Liu Qinghan, who was exhausted from his body, back to the Shu army camp, he could barely hum first, but soon lost consciousness and burned like a piece of charcoal.

I handed Pei Yuanxiu to Xue Muhua, then took Li'er to clean it up a little, changed into a piece of clothing, and found that Li'er's back of his hands and arms were also scratched. I was about to ask someone to come over with some golden sore medicine, but the girl turned around and ran out again.

I followed her all the way to Liu Qinghan's tent.

As soon as Li'er ran in, he immediately rushed to the edge of the bed, poked his head out, and looked at Liu Qinghan with wide eyes.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps behind him. When I looked back, Pei Yuanxiu and Xue Muhua also walked in. I saw that his body was wrapped with bandages, so I hurried over and said softly: "Your wound--"

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "It's all okay. It's just skin trauma."

"Does it hurt?"

He looked down at me, as if he smiled, and reached out to hold my hand. I didn't know what he was going to do, but I just looked up at him, but felt his fingers intertwined with my fingers without any gaps, and then lowered his head and said in my ear: "Okay, it won't hurt anymore."

“…”

I couldn't help but blush and glared at him. At this time, he was still so inappropriate.

However, he did not let go of his hand.

There were many people in the Shu army camp and many injured people, but they were not noisy, but were very quiet. Perhaps after the war, all the suppressed emotions were revealed in my heart, what I could cherish, possess, and even within my reach. It turned out that at some times, they were so fragile and easy to lose.

However, even so, my mood was not calm.

On the contrary, there is a place in my heart that makes me feel heavier than the depression I had before the war.

Pei Yuanxiu smiled at me, and then looked at the other side of the tent. Xue Muhua was carefully rubbing Liu Qinghan's face with a wet-wrinkled veil. His mask had been picked up and washed clean. However, because of the high fever, he did not wear it for him, but placed it next to the pillow. After wiping away the blood, the scars on his face were exposed.

Such a hideous face, but Li'er didn't even blink her eyes.

When Xue Muhua wiped his hands with a wet veil for the second time, Li'er suddenly said in a low voice: "I'll wipe it for Uncle San."

Xue Muhua glanced at her and said softly: "Okay. Be gentle."

Li'er nodded, took the veil, carefully held Liu Qinghan's hand and wiped him, even the subtle parts of his fingertips and fingers were wiped clean. I've never seen my daughter do something so seriously and meticulously, and her little face was full of solemn expressions.

Pei Yuanxiu couldn't help laughing and said in my ear: "Li'er has grown up."

I looked back at him.

"As you, gentle, kind, and careful."

Gentle, kind, careful...

This is probably all my expectations and hopes for my daughter.

But at this moment, looking at my gentle, kind and careful daughter, I just felt a deep heart, as if there was a shadow that made me uneasy, expanding little by little.

At this time, Li'er wiped Liu Qinghan's face and hands suddenly noticed something, and turned around and said, "Why are Uncle San trembling all the time?"

I stepped forward and saw Liu Qinghan's cheeks were blushed and his lips were cracked, but he was trembling slightly. Xue Muhua picked up his hand and took a while to take a pulse, and then said, "It's just a fever, a little afraid of the cold. It's okay."

"Afraid of the cold?"

"Well, he still needs to sweat now, so I'll have someone bring him another quilt."

Xue Muhua said and turned around and walked out. Li'er listened from the side, blinking his big eyes. Suddenly, I saw her bent down and started taking off her shoes, and then she was about to climb onto the bed. I hurried up and grabbed her arm: "Li'er, what are you doing?!"

Li'er raised her head and looked at me: "Mom, Uncle San is afraid of the cold. If I hold Uncle San, Uncle San will not be cold."

I suddenly felt a choking in my throat and couldn't speak.

At this time, Pei Yuanxiu walked up and said softly to Li'er: "Li'er, someone has already brought your third uncle a quilt, you don't have to hold him."

Li'er blinked: "Dad, the quilt is not warmer."

Pei Yuanxiu was stunned for a moment, and seemed to know how to reply to this sentence.

My husband and I looked at each other, and I was still a little overwhelmed. Li'er had turned around and was about to climb onto the bed. I grabbed her arm and pulled her back with force. Li'er almost fell down by me, and immediately pouted: "Mom, what are you doing?"

I squatted down and looked at Li'er's eyes, and my tone became heavier: "Li'er, you are already old and shouldn't have slept with your third uncle."

"But last time in the inn, Li'er slept with Uncle San."

"That time, your third uncle slept on the couch and didn't have the same bed as you!"

Li'er was stunned, thought for a while, looked up at me, looked at Pei Yuanxiu again, and then said, "But, didn't my mother and dad both sleep together?"

My head buzzed.

Pei Yuanxiu and I saw the scene on my wedding night. I was always worried about what impact it would have on her, but I didn't expect-

Pei Yuanxiu also squatted down at this time. This action touched the wound behind him, which made him frown slightly. I hurriedly stretched out my other hand to support him. He smiled at me, then reached out to touch Li'er's head, and said gently: "Li'er, Dad and your mother have married. If you get married, you can naturally sleep together."

“…”

Li'er stared at us blankly.

I also looked at her nervously.

Even Pei Yuanxiu almost felt the worry in my heart. He held my hand with his backhand and gently pinched it. At this time, Li'er suddenly figured out something and raised her head and smiled at us.

I just put a stone in my heart when I heard her say-
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