The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1029

Chapter 1029: 493 Top Student Jiaojiao (Second Update)

Tang Yueshan understood the meaning of "anti-inflammatory," as many soldiers would develop inflammation after injuries, which was the last thing the Military Camp’s medical officers wanted to see.

However, why were this girl’s pills different from those of the medical officers?

They didn’t even have that strong traditional Chinese medicine smell.

Doubtfully, Tang Yueshan asked, "You didn’t give me poison again, did you?"

Gu Jiao gave him a look that said, "figure it out yourself," Do I look like I’m that generous?

In the end, Tang Yueshan still swallowed the pill with water.

He had never eaten a capsule before and didn’t know it could stick to the throat wall, unable to go up or down, stubbornly choking him, nearly driving him mad!

Gu Jiao said to Tang Yueshan, "I’ll stand guard, you go sleep."

Tang Yueshan said, "I’m fine standing guard."

Since when did they let a little girl stand guard at night?

During the days they stayed in the small wooden hut, Gu Chengfeng and Tang Yueshan took turns standing guard at night. Now that they had come to a cave, Tang Yueshan naturally continued to assume this arrangement.

Back in the small hut, when Tang Yueshan’s injury was not serious, Gu Jiao had no concerns, but now that his left leg had been pierced through, Gu Jiao decided to let him rest properly.

Mainly because he was a good fighter; the sooner he recovered, the sooner he could face the enemy.

Gu Jiao stood at the entrance with the Red-Tasseled Spear in hand, showing no intention of going back into the cave.

Tang Yueshan’s brows furrowed.

Having spent a few days with Gu Jiao, he was not completely ignorant of her temperament. She wasn’t like Gu Chengfeng, who was loud and aggressive all the time. Her stubbornness was ingrained in her bones; once she had decided on something, no one could change her mind.

No matter whether he stood guard here or not, she would keep watch.

So there really was no need for him to waste energy here.

However, Tang Yueshan was being choked by the anti-inflammatory drugs and couldn’t fall asleep immediately.

Tang Yueshan’s gaze fell on the long spear in Gu Jiao’s hand. The Red-Tasseled Spear had lost its cloths, and he had recognized it with great difficulty from beneath a heap of Safflower—it was the Yan Country divine weapon brought back from Chen Country by the Grand Marshal.

It had once been the weapon of Yan Country’s divine general Xuanyuan Li, later given to Chen Country, and after Chen Country’s defeat, presented to the Grand Marshal.

Hadn’t the Grand Marshal left it in the Military Camp? How did it end up in this girl’s hands?

Was it given to her by the Grand Marshal?

Or perhaps by Gu Chao.

If it was Gu Chao, the move was quite intriguing.

Given what Tang Yueshan knew about Gu Chao, he would never give such a formidable weapon to a girl, even if she were his own granddaughter.

So what exactly was going on? Where had things gone wrong?

"Who gave you the Red-Tasseled Spear?" Tang Yueshan finally asked directly.

"My brother," Gu Jiao answered frankly.

A sworn brother, a true brother.

Tang Yueshan, however, took it to mean a blood brother. Could it be that Gu Chao gave it to one of his grandsons and the grandson passed it on to Gu Jiao?

Gu Changqing perhaps?

Tang Yueshan murmured in his mind.

Soon, he felt this idea was off. Why should he care how a girl obtained her weapon? Whether it was from Gu Chao or Gu Changqing, what did it have to do with him?

Tang Yueshan decisively stopped talking to Gu Jiao.

He lowered his head to clean his bow in his arms, an heirloom Tang Family bow belonging to the recurve bow category. All Tang Family archers were required to pull a three-stone bow, while his bow was a five-stone bow.

The requirement for arm strength was extremely high, and correspondingly, the arrows shot out were immensely lethal; few people could survive his bow unless missed.

If the son-in-law had shot him with the Tang Family bow earlier, he wouldn’t have needed Gu Jiao to treat his injury; most likely, his leg would have been ruined on the spot.

He had always cherished his bow, even grudging to let Tang Ming touch it.

He kept his head down cleaning for a long while, then casually looked up and discovered that Gu Jiao was also sitting by his side cleaning a bow.

Where did this girl find another bow?

"From the saddle," Gu Jiao said.

"The son-in-law’s bow?" Tang Yueshan asked subconsciously.

"Uh, maybe," After all, the horse belonged to him, so everything on the horse should also be his.

Gu Jiao diligently cleaned the bow, her movements identical to those of Tang Yueshan.

Tang Yueshan’s mouth twitched, girl, you’re copying how I clean my bow!

Gu Jiao, feeling Tang Yueshan’s gaze, turned her eyes sharply, stating earnestly, "I’m not imitating."

Tang Yueshan finished cleaning the bow’s body and moved to clean the bowstring. Afterward, he flicked the cloth on the bowstring.

Gu Jiao, following his example, also gave it a flick.

Tang Yueshan: "..."

Bored with nothing else to do, Gu Jiao started to draw the bow.

Tang Yueshan, being left-handed, would hold the bow with his right hand and draw with his left.

Tang Yueshan was utterly certain that Gu Jiao used her right hand for eating with chopsticks and handling a spear, yet now she was also drawing the bow with her left hand, causing his mouth to twitch beyond control.

To know, when Tang Ming first learned archery, he spent a whole month just on the posture of drawing the bow.

Of course, part of that was due to Tang Ming being too young, not as strong or perceptive as an adult.

But to have taught this girl to this extent in just one night still gave Tang Yueshan a sense of achievement.

Tang Yueshan cleared his throat and said, "Not bad, at least you hit the target."

It was all thanks to his excellent teaching; the number one archer in the world could even teach a pig!

Gu Jiao blinked, raised her right hand pointing and said, "I was aiming at the tree next to it."

Tang Yueshan: "..."

Inside Lingguan City, the silver fox man returned to the Governor’s Mansion with his last few men.

"My lord!"

The soldiers on guard all saluted him. The silver fox man, expressionless, hurriedly entered the residence.

He didn’t go anywhere else and went straight back to his own separate courtyard.

"You all may leave," he commanded the servants in the room.

"Yes," the servants left one after another.

"Come out," said the silver fox man.

A man dressed in black leaped down from the beam and bowed to the silver fox man: "young master."

The silver fox man clutched his waist and abdomen, his complexion changed, and he toppled into a seat.

The man in black’s face changed dramatically: "young master!"

The silver fox man raised his hand, signaling him to calm down: "I’m alright... it’s just a little injury..."

The Red-Tasseled Spear from that young man didn’t just cut his belt, but also wounded his waist and abdomen.

He had endured it all the way, not mentioning it because, with the enemy at the gate, every move of his affected the morale of the military officers.

"Who injured my lord?"

The young master was highly skilled in martial arts, and the man in black found it hard to think of anyone who could have hurt him.

The silver fox man pondered and said, "It was the assassin from that night."

The man in black frowned: "The two young men who rescued the old Marquis of Ding’an?"

"The smaller one," the silver fox man recalled, "that boy is very strange, he has Yan Country’s black gunpowder, as well as weapons from Yan Country."

The man in black asked, "Could it be... Zhan Country has sought the support of Yan Country?"

The silver fox man narrowed his eyes: "If Yan Country was really supporting them, they would have sent troops to attack us by now. Do you think Yan Country’s million strong army is a joke?"