The wound that had already scabbed was completely torn, even more than an inch away from the original wound. There was extremely heavy bruise at the three fingers below, as if it was a heavy blow.

The only thing that is, although the wound is severely torn, there are no poisons after all, and it is not as scary as the last time.

Gala was frightened and carefully drew blood. Seeing Yang Jian tense all over and frowned.

Her forehead was first seen sweat, and she wiped the wounds as Yang Jian ordered and applied ointment. Yang Jian rubbed his left arm with his right hand, and his muscles and bones were injured due to the blunt attack of the iron arrow. He pulled the bow hard and the pain was unbearable when rubbing. He knew that the ointment was superficial. When he gritted his teeth without saying a word, his forehead was covered with beans sweat beads.

Galo wiped all the sweat beads on him and wrapped the wound layer by layer before he breathed a sigh of relief.

The bed was stained with blood and it was no longer useful.

Yang Jian first fought hard, then suffered severe pain, and now his eyebrows were full of fatigue.

Because the guests in the temple were not distinguished by men and women, they only placed simple beds, tables and chairs, Gala thought about it and took Yang Jian to her house and slept for a while. When Yang Jian fell asleep, he rushed to the mountainside and asked the genius doctor who was praised by Han Qinhu for advice, saying that Yang Jian's wounds would be broken and how to treat it.

The miraculous doctor had just rescued the seriously injured soldier. After hearing this, he said angrily: "Since you have such a brave man, just endure it!"

Gala was slightly stunned. As Han Qinhu passed by, he said to him in a good voice: "Your Highness is also forced by the situation. Please take care of him."

The miraculous doctor sighed and said, "I'll go and see it when your highness is summoned. The injury is pain, and nothing else is in trouble."

Gala was only a little relieved.

After the war, it was not until the evening that the matters were barely resolved.

In addition to Yang Jian, Han Qinhu, Li Bing, Fang Yanqian and others were also injured. Fortunately, they were not seriously injured and they were all recuperating. Although Yang Xuangan was tired from rushing to the road, he had few obstacles during the conflict of horses and was not seriously injured. He was ordered by Yang Jian to clear the battlefield and led his people to camp at the foot of the mountain.

Nearly 300 soldiers from Zhelin Mansion died. Yang Jian ordered a heavy pension. The rest were injured and placed in various places to spend the night. The commander Han Lin led the way. From Li Bing's first attack, he brought a few soldiers to guard the important passes. Several attacks were attacked and seriously injured. Because he hated Li Bing deeply, even though he was seriously injured, he spontaneously rode a horse to chase Li Bing, but was injured by the other party's hidden arrows and was unconscious.

Han Boyue was beside him and refused to leave. He watched the military doctor cut open blood-covered clothes, cleaned up the hideous wounds and bandaged them. Tears were circling in his eyes, but he forced himself to refuse to cry.

It was not until the night when Gala went to visit again that he grabbed Gala's collar and whispered: "Sister Fu, will Dad wake up?"

"Your Highness has hired the best doctor in the world." Garo held his little hand and noticed that he was trembling slightly.

Although it was the first time that Gala had seen Han Linzhen's true face for many days in Panheng, he heard Yang Jian mention his story. Only when Gala was mentioned in his skills, he dared to be extremely powerful. Because he offended Li Bing, he was suppressed by Li Bing and Nanya. He was unable to promote his position as the Chief Commander of Zhelin over the years. He was usually emptied by the people who were planted by Li Bing, and his life was very difficult.

This time, Yang Jian was the first to focus on Han Lin when he was planning a business in Suizhou. He sent Li Bing to help those who were in trouble to regain military power. Today, he was as brave as a wall of iron.

The reason why Han Lin offended Li Bing back then seemed to be related to Han Boyue's dead mother. Yang Jian did not mention the hidden truth. Gala only knew that Han Boyue lost his loving mother when he was three years old. At that time, Li Bing first arrived in Suizhou. Because of that incident, he forced Han Lin, who had originally wanted to be promoted to Beijing, to Zhelin for four years.

Han Boyue grew up in the military camp. Influenced by his father, he was quite brave and regarded his father as the bravest hero in the world. Today, he was still full of confidence when the two armies were facing each other. How could he not be afraid of Han Lin, who was covered in thin gauze and unconscious?

Galo looked at him with a distress, took him out, coaxed him to eat some food, and looked at Han Lin for a while. Until Han Boyue couldn't hold on, he went with Xian to coax him to sleep.

The next day, he hurried to Han Lin's house, but the man was still in a coma.

According to Mr. Mo, Han Lin woke up once in the early morning and drank two sips of water, but was not careful to wake up.

This morning, Yang Jian had visited with Yang Xuangan. They were worried and asked Mr. Mo to save him. After a fierce battle, the list of soldiers who suffered heavy casualties in Zhelin Mansion was listed overnight last night. Yang Jian handed over to Han Qinhu and handed the Pegasus back to the Ministry of War to arrange pensions and rewards in advance.

At noon, the soldiers lined up again, led by Yang Jian, and set off to return to Sui City.

The seriously injured soldiers of Zhelin Mansion returned to the camp to recuperate nearby, but Han Lin was seriously ill. Yang Jian arranged a thick, soft and comfortable carriage to take it back to Sui City for easy care.

The team slowly returned to Sui City, which was already evening that day.

When Li Bing led his troops to the battle, Li Fenglin was worried. When he heard the news of Xiaoxiangling's victory, he was immediately overjoyed. Although he did not bother with the officials in the city, he brought two deputy officers and rode his horse to greet the city gate. The people who were coming and going were not expelled at all and went in and out as usual. Seeing the parents' official greeting himself, he was quite curious and stopped to watch unconsciously, but after all, he was afraid of the dignity of the government and hid far away.

As the twelfth lunar month approaches, the weather is already very cold.

Li Fenglin, a civil servant, was not as brave as a military general, but was only wearing a dark red official uniform, with a straight and respectful posture. His body was trembling in the cold wind, but his square face was full of sincere smiles. Seeing Yang Jian approaching, he quickly turned over and dismounted, and knelt down with his deputy, saying, "Li Bing plotted against rebels, relied on his power and acted as a blessing, and his crimes were too numerous to be written. Congratulations to Your Highness for suppressing the rebels and capturing Li Bing. I am a humble minister to represent the thousands of people in Suizhou. Thank you for your great kindness!"

His voice was loud and powerful, making everyone around him hear it clearly.

At some point, many people gathered at the gate of the city to watch from afar. When Li Fenglin said that Li Bing, who was once proud, was captured, a small riot suddenly broke out, and was surprised and happy. Someone was sharp-eyed, but when he saw Li Bing and Yuan Yan who were imprisoned in the prison car, he was angry and pointed and immediately passed on his word, feeling his wise and kindness.

Li Bing was the governor of Suizhou for several years. He not only greedy for power and money, but also bullies others with power. Not to mention ordinary people, even local officials dared not speak out, and were full of resentment. Yuan Yan was even more so. Several mansions inside and outside Suizhou were magnificent, and they occupied women and bullied their wives. The dozen concubines in the mansion even bullied others with power. There were countless cases of their brothers, children and nephews acting rampantly.

Now the two of them were locked in the prison car in thin prison clothes, and the emperor was detained by himself, and Li Fenglin personally concluded.

I don’t know who threw the vegetables from the vendor first in the crowd and scolded Li Bing.

Yang Jian immediately turned around and glanced at him without saying a word.

Han Qinhu knew it and gave a wink to the guards who were escorting the car, avoiding each other, but not stopping them.

More and more debris were hit on Li Bing and Yuan Yan. Some of the people were rich. After being bullied for a long time, they rarely get angry. They immediately bought fruits, vegetables and debris from several vendors nearby and distributed them to the people who were in a rush of affection. They scolded and scolded them and smashed them with hatred.

This movement attracted more people to stop and inquire and spread, quickly spreading the case that Li Bing and Yuan Yan were captured by the plot to rebel. Previously, Li Bing's army spread the rumors that His Highness was held hostage by Han Lin. The rumors that he was ordered to rescue him were self-defeated. Everyone said that his intention was sinister and that he should have committed the crime.

Yang Jian was not slow and ordered people to help Li Fenglin up and praise him in public before he could get on the horse.

When Yang Jian slowly entered the city under the guard of Yang Xuangan and other powerful generals, the hatred of the people on both sides was vented. They knelt on the ground and kowtowed, shouting long live the Supreme Emperor and the Holy Highness.

Li Bing and Yuan Yan in the prison car were terrible. They were seriously injured and treated with rough treatment, so they would not endanger their lives. After the people vented their anger, they were particularly embarrassed.

After entering the city, news spread quickly. When the people on the road saw this, they said they deserved it.

...

As he slowly entered the city, he arrived outside the White Deer Hall and night had already fallen.

Li Fenglin had already prepared a celebration banquet and rewarding the soldiers. Yang Jian did not refuse. He not only invited the generals who accompanied him, the chief of the soldiers who were dispatched by Zhelin Mansion and Yang Xuangan, Sima and others, as well as the extremely brave soldiers in the army, to celebrate in the open hall next to the yamen office, and ordered them to drink happily and stop drunk.

Halfway through the banquet, he left the seat on the grounds of an arm injury, leaving Yang Xuangan and Li Fenglin to preside over the situation.

He walked a long way with Han Qinhu, and could hear the cheers of soldiers. Even outside the government office, some people lit fireworks to celebrate the good news that spread throughout the city today.

Of course, Yang Jian hoped for this situation, but there was still an invisible heavy rock in his heart, making him unable to smile.

After quickly returning to the Bailu Pavilion, Han Lin, who was seriously injured and unconscious, was arranged in Jiannantai near Zijing Pavilion.

When Yang Jian passed by, the house was brightly lit, and the guards who had been resting for a while had taken turns to serve in various places according to Han Qinhu's arrangement. Cao Dian, Li Bing and Fang Yanqian all went to the hall to have a banquet according to Yang Jian's arrangement. At this moment, only Liu Zheng brought two guards, together with Mr. Mo, to guard Han Lin.

The guards at the door bowed and Liu Zheng heard the movement inside and stood up to greet him.

Yang Jian walked in quickly, glanced at Han Lin, who was still sleepy, and then saw the small figure beside the bed, lying on the bed like a group of lonely geese.

Han Boyue was full of heart on Han Lin. When he heard the greetings from Liu Zheng and others, he noticed the movement and turned around and saw Yang Jian.

There was still a tear on his face, but he still stood up. As Han Lin taught him, he knelt respectfully and saluted, saying, "Greetings to the Emperor!" The child's figure was particularly thin against the backdrop of Liu Zheng and others, but his identity was stubborn but not diminished.

Yang Jian stared at him, stepped forward and reached out to help him up, and saw the black green under the child's eyes.

Children of this age are just jumping around and dancing around. When people hate dogs, Han Boyue is stronger than the children next to him. He shouldn't have been like this.

Yang Jian frowned and looked at Han Lin's face. Yuan Yan's face was pale and his breath was quite faint.

"Mr. Mo." He asked Han Boyue to sit in the chair and turned around and asked, "Can you save me?"

"I have done my best." Even though Mr. Mo is known as a miracle doctor, he does not have the ability to revive the dead. He uses all kinds of means, but it is difficult to recover Han Lin's weakness under severe injury.

He did not want to explain the various injuries in front of Han Boyue, so he turned into the inner room with Yang Jian and told the things he had not reported in detail before. Finally, he sighed: "I have asked the sergeant that General Han was seriously injured when he was on Xiaoxiangling. Later, he pursued Li Bing and his deputy, and tried his best to pull the bow and shoot arrows. When he hit the deputy, he was at the end of his strength and fell off the horse's back. The bones had broken, and after that, he stabbed into the internal organs, he was afraid that... he would be unable to turn things around."

Yang Jian's eyebrows and eyes sank, "Is there nothing Mr. Mo can do?"

"If it is a disease other than me, I may have a glimmer of life if I use all my skills. But his internal organs are damaged, so please forgive me."

Mr. Mo sighed, swept to the outside, and whispered: "The child came to guard the morning and kept walking. If Miss Fu had not come to coax him, he would not even eat supper. If there was a way, how could he not save him?"

Yang Jian lowered his eyes, frowned tightly, and after a while, he said, "Thank you for your hard work, sir," and went to the outside room together.

Han Boyue had already returned to Han Lin's bed, looking at Yang Jian with his eyes wide open, wanting to ask about his father's injuries, but he didn't dare.

Yang Jian sat next to the bed, looked at Han Lin, and Han Boyue for a while, and finally stood up in silence.

The next day, Han Lin was still sleepy and coughed a few times in the middle. He was thick and black and pale.

Han Boyue was waiting by his side overnight, and no one persuaded him to leave. Han Lin's movements came over and took a closer look. However, the injury worsened, which was disappointing. Mr. Mo could relieve all kinds of poisons and cure all kinds of external injuries, but he could not break open his abdomen and took out the broken bones that stabbed the internal organs. Han Boyue looked at his father who was becoming increasingly weak and haggard on the couch, and vaguely understood the meaning behind the serious injury.

The child, who had not been quiet for a moment, clenched his fists and said nothing that night, tears rolled in his eyes, quietly buried his head on Han Linjin's quilt, and wiped away silently.

Later, he couldn't bear it and lay beside Han Lin, holding Han Lin's hand, and a broken crying sound came from his mouth.

Big tears rolled down on the back of Han Lin's hand.

The sleeping person on the bed seemed to notice it, but his fingers moved, but he was still lifeless.

Han Boyue cried even harder, and the "father" who suppressed the sadness and fear came out, making Liu Zheng, who had always been hard, turn red. However, Han Boyue was stubborn and refused to move by the couch. Liu Zheng could only sit by the side, helpless.

At dawn, Han Lin on the bed seemed to be reviving and tried hard to open his eyes.

Liu Zheng immediately ordered the guards to go to Zijing Pavilion to press the door according to Yang Jian's instructions. After a while, Yang Jian, who was sleeping in his clothes, got up and rushed over, bringing the cold and clear coldness of the deep winter morning.

Mr. Mo couldn't hold on for two hours last night, and he had arrived at the bed now.

Han Lin lay on the couch, his eyes dissipated. He was no longer a man with bright and powerful spirits when he first met. He was drowsy and his injuries became worse. He almost didn't even drink a few sips of rice soup. At this moment, his eyes were deep, his face was gray, his brows were frowning, and his eyebrows were furrowed, which was obviously extremely painful.

Yang Jian went forward, sat on the stool beside the couch, and called "General Han".

Han Lin moved his Adam's apple, held Han Boyue's little hand, and moved his arm.

Yang Jian understood, reached out and held Han Boyue, and said solemnly: "Don't worry, General, I will definitely take good care of Boyue!"

"Thank you..." Han Lin opened his mouth with anger, but the words were filled with blood.

Han Boyue held back his sobs, and his five fingers unconsciously clamped Yang Jian firmly.

Han Lin's lips moved slightly, as if he was laughing, and said intermittently: "Listen... words..."

Han Boyue responded whimperingly, raised his sleeves to wipe his tears, his eyes turned red, and he whimpered: "Dad, get better soon. Boyue is obedient and will never be naughty again, make Dad angry! Woo..."

"Man...Han..." Han Lin said something difficult. His face was always tough and showed a little gentleness, and then he said: "Aunt...Aunt..."
To be continued...