Chapter 11 Sisters

"I'm sorry, Miss Yuemei, I didn't know it would be you. Are you all right?" Liu asked with apologies on the cover.

The woman in front of her is called Huang Yuemei. She is the younger sister of Huang Yueying, the wife of Zhuge Liang. When Liu Feng visited Huang Chengyan's house, she had a chance.

At that time, Liu Feng was surprised by the greatness of Huang Chengyan, an old man. The two daughters born to one mother, one was extremely ugly, and the other was dignified and slavish. The difference between heaven and earth was really difficult to make people think of them as two sisters.

The mood of Huang Yuemei gradually calmed down, and the frowning willow leaves loosened their eyebrows, but her face was still flushed due to the lack of blood. She bent down and picked up the small box that fell on the ground. She gently opened it and said, "It's my fault. I should have squeak before coming in. Grandson, sit down. I'll show you the wound on your back.

She said as she opened the wooden box, which was neatly folded with medical supplies such as bandages and Jinchuang. In the battle of Nagasaka, the Liu army suffered countless deaths and injuries, and there were as many as three or four hundred wounded in Hanjindu alone. The medical staff accompanying the army were far from enough. Therefore, the wives and children of many civil and military officials had to join the medical team to fill the shortage of manpower.

Before, it was only an ordinary doctor who treated Liu Feng's injury. Unexpectedly, he changed to Huang Yuemei today, and he greeted others in such a rude way. Liu Feng felt quite uncomfortable.

"It's just a minor injury. Miss He Lao bothers." Liu Feng refused.

"The eldest son's status is noble. Is your injury a small matter? Sit down first."

Huang Yuemei lowered her head and took care of the items in the medicine box, and listed the bandages and so on in turn. She looked serious and responsible, as if she had forgotten Liu Feng's offense just now. Her attitude eased Liu Feng's embarrassment, and he no longer twisted. He sat down with his back to her, untied his robe, and his upper body ** in front of her eyes.

The original body was originally heroic and strong. On the smooth back, solid but elastic muscles were neatly arranged, and Zhang was obviously strong.

Huang Yuemei's eyelashes blinked slightly, and there was a little shyness in her eyes, but her expression was calm. She tried her best to abandon the feeling that she shouldn't have. She only focused her eyes on Liu Feng's wound, and carefully untied the blood-soaked bandages one by one with a pair of plain hands.

When the last bandage was untied, Huang Yuemei couldn't help taking a breath of cold air, and her towering chest fluctuated again because of tension.

The wound cut into three parts of the skin was neatly measured with a ruler, as if it had not experienced the friction of flesh and blood at all, and it was completed in an instant. Although dark red scars have begun to form around the wound on the surface, if you look deeply into the wound, you can still see the fresh flesh color.

Huang Yuemei woke up from a daze and asked while taking Jinchuang medicine, "The prince's wound is very different from others. I don't know what weapon was injured by?"

"A sword that cuts iron like mud."

"So the rumor is true."

"What rumors?" Liu Feng became curious and suddenly turned his head to pull the wound, which was so painful that he pulled the cold silk between his teeth.

Huang Yuemei hurriedly pressed his shoulder: "Don't move around. I just heard that the eldest prince was cut off by a sword, which led to the injury of Mr. Adou. Today, when I saw the eldest prince's wound, it turned out that there was really such a sharp weapon.

So that's it.

Liu Feng sighed: "It seems that many people think that I didn't do my best to protect my brother, Miss Yuemei. Do you think so too?"

Liu Feng did not ask her casually. Huang Yuemei is a member of the Huang family, and Zhuge Liang is also the son-in-law of the Huang family. The views of the Huang family also represent Zhuge Liang's views to a large extent. For Liu Bei's most trusted advisor, it is certainly impossible for Liu Feng not to pay attention to his views on himself.

"Of course not. Mr. A Dou is the younger brother of the eldest prince. How can the eldest prince not protect him with all his heart?" Huang Yuemei's answer was very straightforward, and her tone could not hear any signs of intentional concealment.

Huang Yuemei's answer made Liu Feng a little relieved, but this did not mean that he was reassured about Zhuge Liang. He knew that in history, Zhuge Liang had greatly contributed to Liu Bei's death of "Liu Feng". For such a person with great political means, Liu Feng could not relax his guard.

After a cup of tea, Huang Yuemei changed Jinchuang medicine for him and tied the bandage again. Liu Feng's spirit was relieved from the pain brought by the change of medicine. Suddenly, he heard a little lively outside the account, so he asked, "What happened outside? It seems to be very lively?"

"It's Mr. Zide who came from Jiangxia and brought a lot of warships and people."

What she said about "the son of Zide" is Liu Qi, the eldest son of Liu Biao. Liu Biao appointed him as the governor of Jiangxia and garrisoned in Xiakou Fortress. This man has 10,000 water, land, soldiers and horses in his hand, hundreds of warships, and controls the mouth of the water at the intersection of the Han River and the Yangtze River. In fact, his strength cannot be underestimated.

Huang Yuemei said that she had packed up the medicine box, got up and walked to the door of the tent, and bent down slightly to Liu Feng: "Since the prince's wound medicine has been changed, I will leave first."

"Thank you very much, miss. Take your time." Liu Feng arched his hand to return the gift and was about to send her away. Suddenly, he felt an abnormality and shouted, "Come on!"

Huang Yuemei, who had walked out of the account, turned around and looked doubtfully at Liu Feng, who suddenly became alert: "What else can you tell me to do?"

"There's something wrong, something's wrong, do you feel it?" Liu Feng's expression became more and more severe, his sword eyebrows were locked into a line, and his blade-like eyes showed an extremely terrible signal.

"Son, what's wrong? What's wrong?"

In an instant, Liu Feng changed from a gentle prince to a martial artist who seemed to be on the battlefield. His inexplicable words and the nervous atmosphere emanating all over his body made Huang Yuemei feel very uneasy.

Suddenly, Liu Feng lay on the ground, ignoring the dust on the ground, and clung his ears to the ground, as if he were listening to something.

The strangeness that Liu Feng felt was the instinct that only martial artists could have. The rapid changes on the battlefield made him feel even a slightest change in the surrounding environment several times larger than ordinary people.

At the moment when he was about to bid farewell to Huang Yuemei, Liu Feng felt that the ground under his feet trembled slightly and listened. Deep in the earth, there was a dull and rhythmic subtle sound. It seemed that there was a sleeping dragon, trying to break through the cover of the soil and rush out of the ground with its sharp claws.

The sound is zooming in at a very fast speed. In a short moment, it has spread from faintly broken to rumble.

Liu Feng's eyes were suddenly full of blood.

Cavalry, a cavalry is approaching!