Strong Winds Return Home

Liu Xian’an had not yet removed his disguise at this time. With such a simple and resolute face, no matter what he did, he had a sense of integrity and naturally would not cause people to have any undue associations. Moreover, after hearing the words, “Your Highness,” the common people were shocked, as if they had seen a ghost. They all knelt on the ground, trembling and not daring to speak, let alone watch the two embrace each other.

So Gao Lin was the only one whose eyes hurt.

Liang Shu gently supported Liu Xian’an. Seeing that he was not injured, he turned around and looked under the trees. The guards had already smashed the military advisor to pieces. He was gasping for breath, and his head was like a pig’s. Liu Xian’an said: “Before the prince broke through the city, this man was eager to kill the common people. He didn’t join the battle or run away, but led troops to search the mountains overnight, and still tried to kill people. His behavior was truly abnormal.”

Liang Shu understood the meaning of his words and ordered two guards to step forward. They slashed open the military advisor’s shirt and took a look, and there was indeed a Baifu Sect tattoo. The cult took advantage of natural disasters, used dirty officials, and then coerced the refugees to stir up the entire Bai River Basin into a miasma. This sort of thing was not uncommon. Liang Shu said: “Take him away, and question him thoroughly.”

“Yes!” Gao Lin motioned for the guards to accompany him. Liu Xian’an also asked A-Ning to follow and stop the cultist’s bleeding first, lest he die in the middle of interrogation.

The people at the scene still did not dare to raise their heads, and until they were pulled up by the Yan army, they felt that their lives were not destined to be long. Liu Xian’an said loudly: “The war is over. Everyone, don’t continue to stand here in the wind, go home and rest!”

It was over. Hearing these words, everyone felt like they were in a dream, because before that, they had anxiously awaited the battle for many days, and all of them were slightly delirious. The torches formed a sea of fire as the Yan army led them home, and until then, only the boldest dared to secretly raise their heads and take a look at His Legendary Royal Highness Xiao Wang.

He was not vicious, and didn’t have a blue face and fangs. On the contrary, he was young and handsome. His eyes were like stars, and he wore silver battle armor, holding a long sword dripping with blood. His eyes were very gentle, and seemed to be smiling as he looked at the little doctor in front of him.

Liu Xian’an’s face was uncomfortable under the mask, and he kept reaching up to fiddle with it. Liang Shu groped behind his ears for a long time before carefully peeling off the whole sheet, and rubbed the flushed skin with the backs of his fingers: “Go back and get some medicine for yourself.”

“All right.” Liu Xian’an turned back and looked at the common people again. Most of them had left, and only Miao Changqing was still standing there with his remaining subordinates. And Lao Miao was obviously startled by the little doctor who had removed his mask, staring hard at him. Liang Shu noticed this and asked, “ Who is this person?”

“……Miao Changqing is also Huang Wangxiang’s subordinate,” Liu Xian’an said, “But he has always been protecting the common people, and he is not the same as Yuan Zong.”

“The Imperial court must also take this person away first, and cannot just let him go,” Liang Shu said. “After the truth comes to light, if he is truly meritorious, he will be punished lightly.”

“All right.” Liu Xian’an was a little anxious, and whispered, “But Uncle Miao’s legs and feet are inconvenient, and he can’t bear the humidity, so can he not be locked up in prison?”

Liang Shu ordered his soldiers to find an empty house in the city to temporarily detain Miao Changqing and his subordinates. Liu Xian’an also entered the city and first comforted Miao Changqing with a few words, and then found a place to take a nap. After waking up, he ran to the camp outside the city to help bandage the wounded soldiers, and went on like this for three days without even seeing Liang Shu’s face.

Until the evening of the fourth day, after changing the medicine for the last wounded soldier, he was dizzy from exhaustion and didn’t even want to go back to his residence. He walked softly to a quiet place and washed hastily with spring water before sitting down on the ground and falling asleep in an instant. He didn’t even have the strength to dream a little dream. The gates of the three thousand worlds were tightly locked, and there was a plaque saying visitors were not being accepted, but there were still people who insisted on squeezing in.

There was a familiar scent of sandalwood in the air. Liu Xian’an felt that this person was really bothersome, ah, so he told him loudly: “I’m closed today too!”

Liang Shu took off his cloak and wrapped it around his cool body. Putting his hands around his shoulders, he half-knelt and asked with his head tilted to the side: “Your words are vague, what are you mumbling about?”

Lui Xian’an slept soundly, and when he didn’t want to wake up, he wouldn’t wake up even if the sky collapsed. Liang Shu didn’t ask any more questions. He just picked him up and brought him to the camp, and put him on his bed, trying to let him lie down more comfortably. The army was practical when it marched and fought, but that meant there was no big mahogany bed. There was only a hard, narrow plank bed without several layers of cushioning, so it was not very comfortable. In his dreams, Second Young Master Liu felt that he was lying on a pile of rubble. He frowned and thought, why did I find such a terrible place? So he forced himself to get up, and without opening his eyes, he walked elsewhere.

Liang Shu was ready to leave, and when he heard the movement, he turned around just in time to catch the warm, charming person who rushed towards him. Caught off guard, he couldn’t laugh nor cry. He made a sound of annoyance and didn’t know if this person was awake or asleep: “Why do you still have a sleepwalking problem?”

Liu Xian’an couldn’t hear him at all. He stepped on the ground softly with his bare feet and hung his arms around Liang Shu’s shoulders, pressing his entire weight over in a sleepy, drunken posture. It was the kind of drunk after drinking poor quality wine.

Liang Shu had no choice but to pick him up and go back to the bed, but Liu Xian’an refused to let go. In the dream, he found the most comfortable position and curled up like a kitten in its nest. Liang Shu half leaned against the head of the bed, stretching out his hand to reach the blanket on one side and cover him. His beloved’s breathing was so close to his ear. Liang Shu caressed his black hair with his palm and played with his earlobe with his fingers. He gathered that messy hair to reveal a smooth, pale cheek, leaned in slightly, and planted a kiss there.

Taking advantage of people’s sleep, the ethics of a martial artist could not be spoken of.

But in fact, Second Young Master Liu was also taking advantage of sleep as he focused on watching a person bathe in his dream. It may be because the sandalwood aroma in the air was so obvious, so His Royal Highness Xiao Wang snuck into the closed Three Thousand Worlds. He soaked in hot spring filled with white mist, his upper body as strong and firm as ever, but there were many old and new scars.

Liu Xian’an said: “Let me give the prince some medicine.”

Liang Shu stretched out his hand: “Then you come down.”

Liu Xian’an stood up and walked into the hot spring, but his foot missed, and he fell forward. He struggled and panicked in his dream, but Liang Shu in reality hugged him tight and patted him comfortingly: “Having a nightmare?”

And His Royal Highness Xiao Wang in the Three Thousand Worlds also reached out to catch him. Slightly hot water splashed everywhere. Liu Xian’an’s face was a little red from the heat, thinking in his heart, this isn’t a nightmare, it’s actually quite good. And the scene was also very romantic, with pink and white petals floating in the sky like snow.

They fluttered all night and filled up the entire hot spring, but the Sleeping Immortal was still unwilling to wake up. In the end, A-Ning shouted and the dream was shattered. Liu Xian’an opened his eyes amongst the shadows of butterflies fluttering around, and responded perfunctorily. Stretching again, he turned around and wrapped himself in the blanket to continue sleeping.

“Young Master, Young Master!” A-Ning refused to comply, and grabbed the blanket, shaking it back and forth. “This is the prince’s big tent, let’s go back to the city and sleep.”

As a result, Liu Xian’an sat up with a whoosh.

A-Ning was taken aback: “Young Master, you……why did you wake up so soon this time? I’m not ready yet.”

Liu Xian’an turned his head to look around, asking in surprise: “Why am I sleeping here?”

A-Ning was not surprised. Perhaps the young master fell asleep on the grass again, and was simply brought back by the prince.

“Where is the prince?”

“Just outside. I ran into him just now, and he was talking with Lieutenant General Gao. They’re probably talking about the military situation, the young master can come wash up first.”

Liu Xian’an hurriedly wiped his face and rinsed his mouth, then stuck his head out of the big tent.

Gao Lin was analyzing straightforwardly at this time: “Second Young Master Liu fell asleep in the wild, but was stumbled upon by the prince. It’s not the same as sharing the same bed. Anyway, I didn’t see anything half ambiguous, so you can’t be too happy about this matter so early.”

Liang Shu glanced at him from the corner of his eye with a dignified expression: “Shut up! Go do your work!”

He kicked the man away and adjusted his expression again. It wasn’t until a “Your Highness” sounded behind him that he turned around calmly and gracefully.

It was contrived, but useful, because even A-Ning whispered “wow,” feeling that His Royal Highness Xiao Wang looked extraordinarily luxurious under the rising sun, his entire body gleaming. Liu Xian’an stepped forward, and Liang Shu asked: “You’re awake?”

Liu Xian’an looked at him doubtfully: “What is wrong with the prince’s neck?”

Liang Shu said: “It’s stiff.”

Liu Xian’an immediately felt guilty: “Oh.”

“Oh?” Liang Shu leaned over slightly with a half-smile. “You took my bed, why don’t you say thank you?”

Liu Xian’an thought, because I also applied medicine for you all night in my dreams, and my arms were so sore that I couldn’t lift them up. As for why he continued to persist when they were sore, it might be because it was the vocation of a doctor to save lives and heal the wounded. In any case, it must have nothing to do with the feel of His Royal Highness Xiao Wang’s chest muscles.

It’s fine, it’s okay.

He said: “Then I’ll massage it for the prince.”

Liang Shu turned his head to the side: “Come.”

Liu Xian’an found his tense tendons and pressed them hard. Liang Shu’s smile froze on his face. He just felt his brain make a buzzing sound and his qi instantly stagnated. His breath cut off for a moment, and after a long time, he choked out a word in a shaking voice: “You……”

Liu Xian’an quickly withdrew his hands: “Done.”

Done was done, so done that it was not even half tender, and let the soldiers next to them witness the classic handed-down scene of their prince being pressed to tears while still alive. Liang Shu grabbed his face: “Why are you doctors so barbaric?”

Liu Xian’an defended: “In any case, it’s cured.”

“Can’t you be a little gentler?”

“……That is also possible.”

In the dream, he was very gentle, so gentle that even Liu Xian’an felt that it was a bit too much. There seemed to be no doctor like this in the world, but on the other hand, he felt that he was already dreaming, so what was the point of the dream? Since in this world, immortals could pluck the sun and moon, sages could ride the waves, and even white cranes could lift three thousand pavilions and fly through the sky, couldn’t he create a new method of treatment?

Of course he could.

As a result, the distance between the two became closer and closer. Wrapped in the hot, humid mist of the hot spring, their hearts pattered in a tangle.

Liang Shu asked: “What are you thinking about?”

Liu Xian’an returned to his senses: “Nothing, it’s nothing. I just woke up and I’m a little dizzy.”

Liang Shu led him around the camp again. The soldier at his side was puzzled, so he whispered to the brother next to him: “Why did our prince change into such grand, beautiful clothes today? Is something important going to happen, or is the Emperor coming?”

“The Emperor is in the capital, how could he come to Sanshui City?” The other person was also puzzled.

A group of recruits discussed together for a long time, but couldn’t come up with a reason to explain this sudden luxury.

They were just very, very bemused.