Inside Diaoyin City.
Liang Shidu lay on the bed, his breath shallow.
Half of his shoulder had been obliterated. It was a miracle he had been transported here and not died from the jolting along the way.
The few remaining generals stood by his bedside.
"Imperial brother, in this subject's opinion, why not surrender to the Li Tang? We cannot defeat them!"
Liang Luoren, Liang Shidu's cousin, held his hand and urged.
"Cough! Cough! Cough!"
"Surrender? We... have... clashed with that Li Shimin... many times. Do you think... surrendering will save our lives?"
Liang Shidu spoke with several breaths between his words.
Xin Liaor pulled Li Zhengbao out of the room and asked him about the battle outside Yan'an City.
"This battle is unwinnable!"
"I saw with my own eyes that out of the twenty thousand soldiers the Emperor sent to distract the Tang army, less than half made it out alive!"
"For the past two days, every time I close my eyes, that scene appears in my mind! It's too terrifying!"
"They were like devils from hell!"
After recounting the events, Li Zhengbao shared his feelings.
Xin Liaor shivered involuntarily.
"But the Emperor refuses to surrender. What should we do?"
"What can we do? As long as he doesn't die! We can only accompany him. Have you forgotten that our families are being guarded by the Emperor's loyalists? If we accompany the Emperor, perhaps our families can survive. But if we betray him, hehe."
Li Zhengbao wore a bitter smile.
"Damn it! What kind of situation is this!"
Xin Liaor kicked a nearby pillar fiercely and said resentfully.
"Report—!"
Just then, a soldier ran in swiftly from outside.
"Report! General Li, General Xin, the Tang army has already reached the city gates!"
The soldier knelt before them and reported.
Li Zhengbao shook his head and walked into the room.
"What is coming will eventually come."
Inside the room, Liang Shidu clutched Liang Luoshi, his face pale. He tried to speak, opening his mouth several times but emitting no sound. His head tilted, and his hand slipped from Liang Luoren's grasp.
"Big brother!"
Liang Luoren cried out.
"Liang Shidu is dead!"
Fang Er, who had just arrived outside the city, froze in place.
"Ding! You personally killed Liang Shidu. The 'Hero's Expedition' mission is complete. Reward: One semi-automatic lathe with multiple blades, issued to your storage space."
"Very unexpected!"
"Very surprising!"
Fang Er glanced at his storage space.
A shining, gleaming lathe, very familiar to Fang Er.
"Oh, hehehehe!"
At this moment, he felt as if he owned the whole world!
He couldn't wait to play with this iron hunk!
"Zhu Zi!"
Fang Er roared.
Chai Shao and the others looked at him in astonishment.
"Is this guy having a fit?"
"Young master, what is it?"
Zhu Zi rode his horse to Fang Er's side.
"Gather the musketeers, we're going home!"
"Well, Duke Chai, Fang has had enough fun. I'm going home to rest now, hehe."
Fang Er said, and before Chai Shao and the others could react, he whipped his horse and galloped off.
Towards Chang'an.
Chai Shao was stunned.
Cheng Yaojin was also bewildered.
Not to mention Cheng Chumuo and Yuchi Baolin, whose mouths were wide enough to swallow a goose.
"Damn it!"
"This guy must be going crazy."
"At most two days, or even half a day, and this Diaoyin will be captured. And he's just leaving like this?"
"This is unbelievable!"
"Is he really just here to sightsee on the battlefield?"
"Hahaha!"
Fang Er galloped his horse.
He burst into laughter on horseback, releasing his excitement.
"I have the lathe. What more could I ask for?"
"Isn't a G-class vehicle more fragrant?"
Zhu Zi was a little confused by Fang Er's words.
When he finally reacted, he found that Fang Er had already ridden far away!
He quickly called for the Fang family guards to follow.
The distance from Diaoyin to Chang'an was over a thousand li.
Fang Er, with his guards, took only two days!
He even caught up with the laborers escorting goods and prisoners near Gaoling!
His heart was filled with excitement and anticipation throughout the journey.
Upon arriving home, the servants were overjoyed to see Fang Er return.
Xiao Qing quickly prepared a bath and brought it to Fang Er's room.
"Hiss—!"
"Oh—!"
"Ah—!"
Xiao Qing, who was waiting outside the door, suddenly heard strange sounds from inside the room.
"Young master, are you alright?"
"Oooooh—!"
"I'm fine, Ah—!"
Inside the room, Fang Er's face twitched in pain.
"Careless!"
He was so excited that he didn't even notice something was wrong with his body.
After two days of continuous galloping, the skin at his thighs had been rubbed raw!
The oil and blood had dried, sticking his skin to his clothes.
Just now, when he was undressing, he wasn't careful!
"Damn it!"
"I've torn my skin!"
Hearing Fang Er's final cry of surprise, Xiao Qing's heart tightened, and she quickly pushed the door open and rushed in.
"Young master! What's wrong? Are you injured?"
"Ah?"
"I'm fine, you get out quickly!"
Fang Er's face turned red, and he quickly used his clothes to cover his crucial parts.
"You say you're fine, but why is there so much sweat on your head? And where did this bloodstain come from on your clothes? Let me see."
Seeing the blood on his clothes, Xiao Qing ignored the master-servant protocol and snatched the clothes from Fang Er's hands.
What she didn't know was that Fang Er had been enduring the pain, just a little bit away from completely separating the clothes from his skin.
With her pull, disaster struck!
"Ah~~~~~!"
Fang Er let out a scream.
He clutched his private parts and, bent over, hopped in place on the ground.
"Young master! I didn't mean to! What's wrong with you! Don't scare Xiao Qing!"
Seeing this, Xiao Qing was terrified.
Tears welled up in her eyes.
After hopping for a while, Fang Er finally stopped.
He curled up on the bed, groaning constantly.
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"Ah~~~~!"
"Hiss~~~~!"
"Young master, let me see!"
Xiao Qing, flustered, leaned closer to Fang Er.
Zhu Zi arrived at Fang Er's door and was about to say something.
He heard Fang Er's strange voice.
He was stunned for a moment, then smiled and quickly walked away, instructing the servants not to disturb him.
Half an hour later.
Fang Er sat by the bed and handed a handkerchief to Xiao Qing.
"Here, quickly wipe your face."
"Young master, why didn't you say anything!"
Xiao Qing, her face flushed, took the handkerchief and wiped her face.
Then, she used the water from the basin to vigorously scrub her face.
"Hehehe, alright, you'll rub your face bald if you keep going."
Fang Er chuckled foolishly, no longer bothering about the pain of his wound.
Just moments ago, he had confirmed something.
"Hmm!"
"He was still a capable young man!"
He felt refreshed!
He took another handkerchief, dipped it in water, and began to wipe his body.
"With wounds, it's better not to bathe."
After tending to himself, he disinfected the wound with iodine and evenly sprinkled a layer of wound medicine.
He then used bandages to fashion himself a pair of open-crotch pants.
The sight made Xiao Qing, who was watching, giggle.
Then, she quickly covered her mouth.
She couldn't help it; her cheeks were aching from suppressing her laughter.