He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 227 The Marquis Has No Clever Heart 4

On the way back, Wen Yan, as usual, was jolted along on Liang Jinglan's broad back, her eyes blurry from the jolting, while taking some quick-acting pills.

Both of them were covered in dust, their fair faces smeared with dirt, and their high-tied black hair was slightly loose, making them look rather disheveled.

No matter how disheveled he looked, it couldn't hide Liang Jinglan's excited face.

Beneath his high, straight nose, his thin lips were upturned, the tip of his nose reddened by the dry, cold north wind, his arrogant face overflowing with joy, he was as spirited as a top scholar touring the capital, his bright eyes unable to be suppressed.

He couldn't resist bouncing Wen Yan on his back again, and turned his head to call her back to his words.

Wen Yan quickly supported his arm, her temples throbbing with veins, and she managed to hold back from taking out the ruler to hit him.

A source of vitality is a good thing, a very good thing.

Liang Jinglan spoke incessantly along the way, like a light drizzle in early spring, and Wen Yan picked up a few words to respond to him.

The young men's enthusiasm was unstoppable, especially since they had accomplished something significant this time.

Even Liang Jinglan, who had won many battles, couldn't help but feel a little dizzy.

"Brother Yuanjun, it feels so good to annihilate the enemy without losing a single soldier! It's even better than when I was twelve and took down those thieves!"

He couldn't wait to show off to his uncle.

He couldn't wait to see the soldiers' ecstatic expressions.

Wen Yan said expressionlessly, "My lord, if you keep jolting like this, there will be two people unconscious when we get back."

Only after he finished speaking did Liang Jinglan manage to calm down a bit.

Wen Yan sighed softly.

She should ride a horse.

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Cheers erupted from the front-line camp.

The soldiers moved their defensive line forward a large distance, encompassing the entire Xushan Mountain.

"Xushan is a strategically important and easily defensible mountain. Originally divided in two, with each side occupying one half, it is now entirely part of our territory. If the Xiongnu were to invade again, we could easily defeat them simply by pushing boulders up the mountain and firing arrows from a distance. This is all thanks to everyone's efforts..."

Liang Jinglan's words of encouragement stirred the blood of the people, who wished they could capture a few Xiongnu right now and show off their heroism.

At the same time, they were also wondering, when did the Marquis start speaking so eloquently?

Wen Yan silently pushed aside the tea soup, which was thick like moss, and wrote as she coughed.

Three large characters on the withered yellow Xuan paper—

Speech transcript.

That's right, how could Liang Jinglan say such nice things? Wen Yan wrote them down while coughing.

After finishing another page, Wen Yan looked at it with satisfaction, put it aside to dry, glanced at the medicine on the corner of the table, closed her eyes, took a few sips, and then buried herself in her work again.

Having just won a battle, the morale of the troops was high, and they carried out tasks such as organizing the battlefield and dealing with prisoners of war with smiles on their faces.

After settling the frontline military affairs, Wen Yan rode his horse back to the original encampment.

The felt tent was windproof and cold-proof, and the one Wen Yan stayed in was thicker than the others. The stove inside the tent was burning warmly.

During the time she was gone, her husband was placed in her care. Although he was still unconscious, his complexion had become rosy, unlike the deathly pale look he had a few days ago when he looked like he was about to die.

The original owner was meticulous in his actions, leaving no room for future trouble. Once he started something, he would do it to the death, and he would personally witness the victim take their last breath.

In her mind, giving someone a chance to live is tantamount to planting the seeds of future danger for herself.

Although the poison has been neutralized by Wen Yan, the weakness caused by the poison will indeed require slow recovery.

When Wen Yan entered, Liang Jinglan was already waiting there. Upon seeing her, he stood up and made room for her.

Wen Yan straightened her clothes and knelt before the teacher's bed. Liang Jinglan was startled and reached out to help her up. "Brother Yuanjun, what are you doing?"

“I have disappointed you, sir. I should kneel and await your punishment. Lord Marquis, please go and settle your military affairs first. I will send someone to fetch you when you wake up.”

Wen Yan insisted, and Liang Jinglan couldn't persuade her otherwise, so he left after taking a few steps and looking back every few steps.

The tent fell silent.

The heat from the stove baked the food, and the air smelled of the ripe north wind.

Wen Yan lowered her eyes, and the man's eyelids trembled slightly before he opened his eyes the next second.

His amber eyes were wise, like golden nanmu wood, and his beard added to his scholarly demeanor. He wore a plain white nightgown with a cotton quilt covering his neck.

His voice was hoarse, carrying the desolation of someone who had been ill for a long time.

"Yuanjun, why are you kneeling?"

Wen Yan respectfully kowtowed before the bed, his lips pressed tightly together: "Master, your disciple has done something wrong, please punish me."

She only mentioned punishment, not admitting her mistake.

The gentleman was surprised.

Wen Yan is calm and steady, meticulous in his work, and always plans ahead. He is the most worry-free and intelligent of all his disciples.

He noticed that although Wen Yan was kneeling, she appeared relaxed and unhurried, and he understood.

This behavior shouldn't be a big deal.

This piqued my curiosity: "Tell me, what wrong have you done?"