At this time, His Royal Highness Xiao Wang’s expression of frowning hesitation was not fully revealed, only about halfway. But for this discussion, it was like a pinch of salt to enhance the taste of a large dish before it was cooked and appeared at the right time, instantly making the entire dining table lively and interesting. As expected, the people of the Scimitar Silver Moon Tribe followed and plopped themselves into the pot, taking the initiative to ask: “What does the prince have to say?”

Gao Lin thought to himself, is this what it means to be drowsy and have someone hand you a pillow?

“The man who forged this sword is named Song Changsheng. He is the best swordsmith in all of Dayan.” Liang Shu said, “Not only did he make this Pojun sword, he has restored almost all the famous swords in history these past ten years. Everyone in the martial arts world has been drawn to compete for him and ask for a sword, almost leveling the threshold of his house.”

“If it’s just that he’s too busy now, that’s fine,” the old man said. “We can wait until Song-xiansheng is free.”

“Song-xiansheng is really not busy at the moment.” Liang Shu set down his teacup and said, “And he is in the military camp.”

“Truly?” The woman on the side smiled brightly. “That’s perfect.”

Gao Lin clicked his tongue and shook his head. Naive, so naive. You never saw the famous scene of the prince visiting wealthy families one by one in the northwest. Watch, he will perform it for you soon.

As for the specific content of the performance, in fact, it was not too outrageous. It was only the retelling of all the suffering Song Changsheng had gone through in life because of the Baifu Sect, but after this retelling, His Royal Highness Xiao Wang added a few more sentences for emphasis. He sighed and said with great regret: “After the death of his wife, Song-xiansheng threw all of his swords into the furnace and turned them to molten steel, vowing to devote the rest of his life to eradicating the Baifu Sect. Unfortunately, the Central Plains martial arts circle lost a swordsmith just like this.”

“So that’s it, ah.” The old man frowned slightly.

The little girl being held by Liu Xian’an asked softly: “Then if the swordsmith doesn’t make swords, won’t the martial arts world be short of many weapons? They won’t be able to fight the bad guys of the Baifu Sect.”

“It isn’t that the swordsmith doesn’t make swords at all, but that he no longer does business with people in the world.” Liang Shu stretched out his fingers to briefly fiddle with the little buns on her head. “Your question is very reasonable and clever.”

The girl was embarrassed by the praise. Encouraged, she continued to ask: “Then who does he do business with?”

“Song-xiansheng now only forges swords for the Dayan army.” Liang Shu said, “The reason this Pojun sword was forged is because Xiao Chang risked his own life to save a baby from the hands of a Ghost Boy, and was appropriately rewarded.”

The little girl thought this was an easy problem to solve: “Then if my auntie also joins the Dayan army, will the swordsmith be able to help her mend the broken sword?”

Gao Lin gave a thumbs up. What a great idea, Second Young Master Liu isn’t hugging you in vain!

The auntie was that woman with the bulging belly. In this state, it was unlikely that she would be able to join the Dayan army, but fortunately, His Royal Highness Xiao Wang was not one to be pragmatic to this extent and still had some humanity left. He said magnanimously: “You have brought that batch of gold and silver back to me, which can be regarded as a contribution to Dayan. Even if you do not join the army, Song-xiansheng should not refuse to mend the sword. But if you can lend a hand one more time and help rescue Ku You, this matter will be easier to handle.”

The old man asked: “How does the prince plan to rescue him?”

“It’s a bit time-consuming to talk about,” Liang Shu said. “Everyone, please take a seat first.”

A huge map of the southwest terrain was shaken open by two soldiers, and deep in the dense forest, Liu Hengchang also shook out his medicine bag on the table with a crash.

He looked at Ku You in front of him and felt extremely nervous, knowing that he must find a way to save him. But with Wumeng Yunle standing nearby, he couldn’t speak easily, so he just said in a calm voice: “I’ll take off the silver gauze covering your eyes first.”

Ku You knew his identity, so he deliberately pretended not to, saying coldly: “You have a Jiangnan accent. You’re not from the southwest.”

“He is a Jiangnan doctor, and he might be able to heal your eyes,” Wumeng Yunle interjected.

“Miss, do you really want to heal this person’s eyes?” Liu Hengchang warned her, “If the leader finds out, I’m afraid it will be difficult to explain.”

“You heal him, even if it’s just for a moment.” Wumeng Yunle stared at Ku You’s golden eyes. “I want him to look at me. Then you can blind him again so that Master won’t blame either of us.”

Her tone was normal, not like a hatred-filled curse, nor like a threat as she described the matter earnestly. In her mind, this was as normal as eating or sleeping. Other people’s lives or eyes were never special.

Ku You sneered: “Merciful Holy Maiden?”

“Allowing you to see me before you die is the mercy of the Baifu Buddha Mother.” Wumeng Yunle didn’t intend to listen to this man anymore, and ordered Liu Hengchang, “All right, do it.”

“But his eyes…..are not very easy to treat.” Liu Hengchang said, “It will take at least ten days, with daily acupuncture and without interruption.”

“Then you treat it that way!” Wumeng Yunle said with a sigh of relief. “Naturally, I will go and talk to Master!”

“Then Miss should go and report to the leader first. He happens to be in Young Master Yunyou’s room at this time,” Liu Hengchang said. “Otherwise, once treatment is started and interrupted, this person’s condition will only become more serious, and at that point he may actually be blind forever.”

“Okay, then you wait here!”

The girl rushed from the room like a breeze. Liu Hengchang stood by the table with his hands down and waited until the petite figure disappeared before saying nervously: “Commander Ku, don’t worry. I’ll find a way to send a message to the prince as soon as possible.”

“You shouldn’t give yourself away so quickly.” Ku You shook his head. “Otherwise once I’m ransomed from the Baifu Sect, your years of work and the prince’s painstaking efforts will be in vain.”

“Y-Yes, I was anxious for a moment,” Liu Hengchang said with a look of shame. “Let me check Commander Ku’s eyes first.”

“No need,” Commander Ku said.

Liu Hengchang was puzzled: “Why is that?”

Ku You closed his eyes again: “Because someone is coming. Please hand me the silver gauze.”

Liu Hengchang glanced outside the door and saw that Wumeng Yunle was indeed walking in this direction with Mu Zhe, so he immediately picked up the silver gauze from the ground and covered Ku You’s eyes again.

. . . . . . .

In the Southwest Garrison camp, candles burned out one after another. The sky was covered with twinkling stars, and the night was very quiet. Liu Xian’an was extremely sleepy, so he walked back to rest. His eyes were already closed when he entered, and he stretched out his hands to lay straight on the bed—only to be picked up.

The Sleeping Immortal opened his eyes forcefully and asked: “Da-ge? Why are you here with me?”

“How unbecoming is it to throw yourself into bed without bathing!” Liu Xianche scolded. “A-Ning has prepared water just behind the screen. Go wash.”

Liu Xian’an lay down and didn’t move. He thought to himself, at worst, I’ll get a few more blows from the ruler, which will not affect my sleep.

But it turned out that he had still underestimated a miracle doctor’s obsession with cleanliness, as well as the strength of a doctor who spent many years climbing mountains and wading rivers to see patients and collect medicine.

Second Young Master Liu closed his eyes, and was half asleep when he suddenly felt himself spinning in the air, as if he was about to fall into a bottomless realm. So he sighed philosophically, aiya, the abyss, the origin of all things.

Immediately afterwards, his robes and shoes were stripped off, and he was thrown with a plop into a huge bathtub.

Water splashed all over the Three Thousand Worlds, and Liu Xian’an was so startled that he opened his eyes: “Ai!”

“Wash yourself.” A piece of cloth flew at him and covered his head. Liu Xianche turned and went to the other side of the screen, saying coldly: “If you dare to fall asleep in the bathtub again, just come over and receive punishment.”

Brothers can really be unreasonable. In order to avoid a beating, Second Young Master Liu could only force open his eyes. He washed and quickly brushed his teeth and rinsed his mouth with green salt and elixir water, making himself clean and fragrant. Then he climbed into bed on his hands and knees.

As a result, Liu Xianche asked again: “What did you talk about with those people from the Scimitar Silver Moon Tribe?”

“Nothing. The prince has already convinced them to deal with the Baifu Sect together.” Liu Xian’an yawned and pulled the quilt over his head, trying to gain some sleeping space for himself.

But Liu Xianche didn’t intend to let his younger brother sleep. He had been staying in the room for a whole day to avoid the Scimitar Silver Moon Tribe. During this time, he heard that Cheng Suyue had led people to retrieve the treasure in the dense forest and felt very relaxed. He had thought that if this was the case, then the other party should be able to return to the wild forests immediately. But in fact, they did not.

Liu Xian’an’s eyes were dull. He really didn’t understand why he had to be shaken awake. Isn’t nighttime the time to sleep? Why is it that you, a doctor, are not paying attention to health at all? He was truly sleepy and didn’t want to wake up, so his whole body looked hollow and soulless. Liu Xianche’s words cut off in his mouth. He looked at his misty-eyed brother and said with a headache: “Fine, go to sleep.”

As soon as these four words were spoken, the Sleeping Immortal fell into a deep sleep. Liu Xianche deeply felt that his strategy was wrong, and he should have sent a servant to listen that afternoon, because it seemed that his unlucky little brother only became clever and diligent when facing His Royal Highness Xiao Wang. But when he came back to Liu Xianche, he was still a round and lazy egg who could lie down but never sit, roll over but never walk.

This was truly unreasonable.

Liu Xian’an was actually thinking about the same thing in his dreams. He just needed to take a nap, wake up quickly, and tell his elder brother about his future plans. But sleeping was so wonderful. Thirty million heavy clouds were basking in the soft sunlight, and the breeze was gentle. And Liang Shu was on the same cloud, a smile on his mouth as he looked at him with affectionate eyes. As he looked, he suddenly raised a whip he had pulled out of nowhere and gave him a smack.

It rather hurt.

He hid in dissatisfaction and muttered a few words. Liu Xianche held the brocade band used to tie the bed curtains in his hand and whacked it through the quilt again, then stood up and left.

A-Ning, who was guarding the door, breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that the First Young Master was not staying here tonight. This was very good, ah. Then the prince could proceed to come later. He ordered the servants to prepare water for bathing, but it was prepared in vain. Liang Shu did not return to the room until the early hours of morning. After washing up with the remaining water in the basin, he only put on his outer robe without changing into his sleeping clothes, then hugged the person next to him and fell asleep. 

Although he was also very tired, the habits he had developed while marching and fighting had not changed, and he still woke up when he heard a small noise in the morning. Opening his eyes, he looked at the person next to him. He liked what he saw so much that he stretched out his hand to squeeze his waist, giving a throaty laugh: “Come here, lie with me for a while.”

Liu Xian’an was still thinking about his dream last night, and asked: “Why did the prince beat me?”

“Nonsense, how could I be willing to beat you? I can only wrap you in cotton.” Liang Shu pulled him into his arms and said, “Even when we get married in the future, it is only allowable for you to beat me.”

“I’m talking about the prince in my dream.”

“Then you pull me into the dream too,” Liang Shu said. “How did he hit you? How many times? I’ll deal them all back to him for you. If that isn’t enough, you should work harder and dream up my sword for me too.”

Liu Xian’an thought, the scene of the two of you holding swords would be too frightening. Perhaps the house and the hot springs I worked so hard to build would collapse. Thus, he immediately refused: “Forget it, just beat me.”

Liang Shu was amused by his tone, and his hand slid down to his waist: “How should I beat you, how many times? Touch it for me, you must find a place with a lot of flesh.”

After saying that, he used his arms and legs to encircle this person tighter. “Forget it, I couldn’t bear to.”

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