When Jiang Yeli left, he ordered someone to find a set of clothes. Su Mumu put it on and found that it was actually a set of men's clothes. Fortunately, the length of her body was not bad, so it fit well.

"Go down and wait for Miss Su under King Ding's tent."

After saying that, Jiang Yeli walked away in a puff of his sleeves.

Su Mumu snorted coldly. After thinking about it, she spread her hair.

Fortunately, Jiang Yeli was thoughtful and placed a bronze mirror and simple dowry on the table after removing the dishes.

Su Mumu found a comb, combed her hair, tied it into a simple bun, tied it with a ribbon, and let the remaining ribbons fall freely.

I looked at him in the bronze mirror and saw that he was really handsome, but he was a bit petite.

After setting up camp on the bank of the Lingyang River for many days, Su Mumu naturally knew the location of Nan Muchen's camp.

When I came to report outside the tent, I suddenly heard the gentle singing of a warbler inside the tent.

"Come in……"

Opening the tent door, the warm breeze is so intoxicating that it looks like a picture of an erotic servant.

Su Jiqing was wearing a tube top pink Confucian skirt, a tulle blouse of the same color as her jacket, black silk scattered on her shoulders, her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were full of spring. She was doing the horse-killing chicken to Nan Muchen who was lying on the bed.

Su Jiqing glanced arrogantly at the door, where Su Mumu, who was dressed in coarse men's clothing, asked Nan Muchen in a coquettish voice.

"Your Majesty, how are you doing as a concubine?"

Nan Muchen was lying on the bed and turned around suddenly. Su Jiqing, who was kneeling beside the bed, pretended to be frightened, screamed, and then threw herself into Nan Muchen's arms and started acting coquettishly.

This scene made Su Mumu, who was standing at the door, get goosebumps all over her body.

"My lord, be careful of your injuries."

As if Su Jiqing wasn't disgusting enough, her voice was so loud that she kept screaming. Su Mumu looked at this posture. If it weren't for the presence of someone beside her, the two of them would have been at odds with each other long ago.

Nan Muchen, who was only wearing a middle coat, put his arms around Su Jiqing's slender waist, with a twinkling of spring in his peach blossom eyes. He looked at Su Mumu standing in front of the door and raised his eyebrows.

"Why, is the Su military doctor here to treat my wounds?"

The attitude of contempt and ridicule is really disgusting.

"Exactly, but according to my subordinates, Prince Ding is so powerful that I am afraid that the injury has already healed, so there is no need for my subordinates to come down and treat him."

As soon as Su Mumu finished speaking, Su Jiqing covered her nose with her hands and shouted.

"Oh, it smells so jealous! But sister, no matter what, you are a woman who has been favored by the prince. How come you haven't learned a bit of the prince's magnanimity, but you are very petty. It is really ridiculous."

Too lazy to look at this couple, and not wanting to investigate Nan Muchen's purpose, Su Mumu wished she could immediately withdraw from this disgusting camp. She even regretted why she listened to Jiang Yeli's words and came back to be a useless military doctor.

He raised his head angrily and happened to meet Nan Muchen's probing eyes.

After looking at Su Mumu ambiguously for a long time, Nan Muchen raised his hand thoughtfully and hooked his finger at Su Mumu, who was stuck on the spot.

"come over……"

Could this man have magic? No matter how reluctant he was in his heart, his legs moved towards him involuntarily.

Hating herself for being hopeless, she came to Nan Muchen's eyes, and Nan Muchen grabbed her wrist. A burning sensation like coals came, and Su Mumu's eyes suddenly widened in shock.

"Military doctor Su, come to treat this king's injuries."

The magnetic voice was secretly tempting, but Su Mumu heard fatigue and hoarseness in that alluring voice.

"You are sick, why are you still acting up?"

He placed his hand on Nan Muchen's forehead, which was still like charcoal.

Before Su Mumu could say anything to blame, the hand covering Nan Muchen's forehead was suddenly knocked off.

"How can a bitch like you just touch your noble body?"

Su Jiqing's villainous face was fully displayed, and she lay down in Nan Muchen's arms with a glance.

"Your Majesty, I don't allow that bitch to touch you."

Unable to bear it anymore, Su Mumu grabbed Su Jiqing's arm wrapped around Nan Muchen's shoulder, violently pulled Su Jiqing away from Nan Muchen's arms, and threw Su Jiqing out like a dog-skin plaster.

"I think you are the bitch!"

Su Jiqing was thrown to the ground by Su Mumu, and she fell to pieces. She sat on the ground crying and wilted, shouting that Nan Muchen should make the decision.

The corners of her lips curled up in a half-smile, Nan Muchen interestingly enjoyed the scene in front of him, ignoring Su Jiqing who was crying on the ground.

"Get down..."

Su Mumu took the medical kit, ordered Nan Muchen to lie down on the bed, lifted up his middle coat and inspected Nan Muchen's injuries.

The clean bandage was wrapped thickly and carefully, and it looked like it was well done on the outside.

She took sterilized scissors and cut it open. The shocking wound that suddenly appeared completely stunned Su Mumu who was caught off guard.

Seven or eight purple-black wounds with everted edges crisscrossed the lower back, and black water kept gushing out when pressed lightly with hands.

Looking at the cut surface of the wound, the cuts were neat and tidy. It didn't look like it was caused by an assassination. Instead, it looked like a common method used by doctors to treat poisoned wounds.

As Su Mumu's fingers pressed, although Nan Muchen remained silent, his body continued to tremble with the pressure, and even a thin layer of sweat broke out.

Since we are dealing with a poisoned wound, why does it seem that the poison has not been cleaned up now? Moreover, Nan Muchen's body temperature is extremely high, and he must have symptoms of inflammation, especially when he opens the bandage and a foul smell comes out. How can this be treating a disease and saving lives?

, it’s simply murder.

"Prince Ding, may I ask who treated Prince Ding's wounds?"

Taking a breath of air, Nan Muchen said in a low voice.

"Mr. Hu..."

Judging from the color of the wound, the toxin must have been invading for a long time. Maybe the paralysis of the legs before was not necessarily true.

However, something strange is that the wound was not treated, but the symptoms were relieved, and the patient could even return to walking independently. It is a bit strange that such a situation happened.

"You are really playing with your life. You are already injured like this, but you still have thoughts..."

Unable to find suitable words to describe the indescribable things, Su Mumu was awkwardly stuck.

Su Jiqing, who was deliberately sitting on the ground waiting for Nan Muchen to coax her, saw the two singing harmoniously and no one paid attention to her. She stood up from the ground suddenly, rushed to the bed, grabbed Su Mumu and beat her with her hands raised. Lu Qi, who heard the noise, rushed into the room.

When they arrived, Su Mumu had already slapped Su Jiqing in the mouth.

Lu Qi stepped in front of the two of them, grabbed Su Jiqing's raised palm, and pulled Su Jiqing aside. No matter how much Su Jiqing struggled and shouted, Lu Qi clung to Su Jiqing as if she was deaf and refused to pickpocket.

Nan Muchen, who was lying on the bed, remained silent and did not say anything to stop Su Jiqing.

"Military Doctor Su, continue..."

Regardless of the fact that half of Su Mumu's face was swollen, Nan Muchen still ordered Su Mumu to continue.
Chapter completed!