Chapter 791 – One Great General of Sloping Cliff (1/2)

Chapter 791 – One Great General of Sloping Cliff

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

Luo Bu wanted to exchange the meat soup in Nanke's hands with medicinal broth, but Nanke did not.

She looked to Chen Changsheng. With some difficulty, Chen Changsheng blinked his eyes, and then, with even greater difficulty, he turned his head towards Luo Bu and used his eyes to express his thanks.

The bowl of medicinal broth was brought to his lips, and he noticed that the bowl had been cleaned very well. There was no leftover odor from food or smears of grease.

He then smelled seventeen different medicinal ingredients in the broth. In the capital, these ingredients were far from precious, but in this sort of remote horse farm, they were probably very difficult to gather. Of course, what shocked him the most was not the cleanliness of the bowl or the ingredients prepared, but the medical arts Luo Bu had displayed in this medicinal broth.

As meat soup and medicinal broth switched back and forth, time passed, and Chen Changsheng and Nanke had now stayed in Sloping Cliff Horse Farm for four days.

Nanke remained an imbecile, unaware of who Chen Changsheng was or who she was. She only had a vague recollection that Chen Changsheng was very important to her, so she spent every day keeping watch at his side, cooling his medicine, cooking meat, and bathing him, just like a maid. In addition, she would warily stare at any person who dared to approach the room, with only one exception, and that was Luo Bu.

In those first three days in which he couldn't speak, Chen Changsheng often thought that perhaps this was because Luo Bu had given her a lot of meat to eat?

On the fourth day, he was still unable to get out of bed, but his body could now make a few gentle movements, like turning his body or raising his hands. Most importantly, he could finally speak. To his surprise, the officer called Luo Bu did not continue to inquire into his origins.

Although this was a remote horse farm, there were still many matters that needed taking care of. As commanding officer, Luo Bu naturally could not laze away in that room forever. On many occasions, the one to deliver the medicinal broth was one of his bodyguards or another officer of the horse farm. Due to the properties of his bloodline and also because he practiced the Dao of following his heart, Chen Changsheng had a special trait that made others want to get to know him. At the time, even the Black Goat of the Imperial Palace and the Black Dragon beneath New North Bridge had been affected by this trait, so how could these soldiers with relatively pure and simple minds resist? In a very short period of time, he had grown familiar with them.

As long as they ignored Nanke's gaze, which was like that of a small beast protecting its food, the conversation between Chen Changsheng and those soldiers proceeded very smoothly. He developed a more vivid picture of the situation on the frontlines, had a more direct understanding of the minds of the soldiers, and most importantly, he came to understand the story of Sloping Cliff Horse Farm and Luo Bu.

Anyone who heard Luo Bu's story would inevitably feel a great deal of sympathy and anger at the injustice committed towards him, and Chen Changsheng was no exception.

He believed that Luo Bu had been able to accumulate so many military achievements in these past years not because of luck or backing, but because he truly was very competent.

Just from looking at Sloping Cliff Horse Farm's everyday administration and life, which seemed gentle and lazy, but was actually extremely orderly, one could see this officer's management techniques and his skill in using them. Moreover, just a few courses of medicinal broth from him had led Chen Changsheng's injuries to quickly recover, which was proof of this person's extraordinary skill in medicine.

Of course, these were impressions obtained through conversation and naturally inferior to one's own experience.

If he wanted to experience it for himself, he first needed to rise from bed and stroll about the horse farm.

But it never occurred to him to wonder about just why the officer called Luo Bu interested him so.

On the seventh day, Chen Changsheng got out of bed.

Back when Zhexiu had suffered innumerable tortures in Zhou Prison and had his meridians ruptured, he had ultimately relied on the stimulation of pain to recover in the shortest amount of time, and Chen Changsheng had used the same method. He had spent the last few nights in constant battle with an unimaginable pain.

Nanke had been attending to him the entire time, using a towel to wipe his sweat, helping him drink water, and gently massaging his abdomen. Her actions were naturally quite clumsy, but they were very sincere, and she devoted a vast amount of energy to him. Only in the late hours of the night, when she saw him finally fall quiet, did she finally relax and fall asleep. Surprisingly, she did not realize when he left the room.

The early morning light fell on the meadow between the mountains. Through the thin fog drifting down from the mountains, a few noises could be heard from the just-awakened horse herds.

Chen Changsheng picked up a tree branch and used it to prop up his frail body as he randomly walked about the horse farm.

It wasn't that he didn't cherish his body. On the contrary, it was only through movement that he could firm up his newly reconnected meridians as quickly as possible.