In the wounded barracks.

Li Chengqian not only called the tailor in the surrounding county town, but also called the doctor in the county town.

Li Chengqian himself was busy working in the injured barracks for more than ten days.

If you are really sleepy, just lean on the tent and rest for a while.

But whenever he hears the soldiers around him cry out in pain, he will wake up immediately.

Perhaps it was because of Li Chengqian's words, or perhaps it was because of Li Chengqian's efforts that many seriously injured soldiers persevered.

They knew that their Highness did not want them to die.

They knew that their Highness did not want any of them to die before his eyes.

...

That's it, one month later.

Finally, a messenger ran back from the front line.

"Liang Luoren killed Liang Shidu and surrendered to the city. Our army won, our army won!"

"Liang Luoren killed Liang Shidu and surrendered to the city. Our army won, our army won!"

"Liang Luoren killed Liang Shidu and surrendered to the city. Our army won, our army won!"

Hearing the shout, Li Chengqian came out of the wounded barracks: "Did you really win?"

The messenger was happy: "Yes, Your Highness, our army has won, and our army has recovered the lost territory!"

Li Chengqian breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally no one needs to die.

Finally, no more wounded soldiers are sent...

But while he was relieved, the last nerve that was tense was broken, and Li Chengqian fell on the messenger's body...

"Your Highness, Your Highness..."

Li Chengqian only saw the messenger's mouth open and close, but could not hear what he was saying.

The next moment, his eyes closed.

...

It has been two years since Zhenguan.

Li Chengqian is already nine years old.

But at the age of nine, he had been taking care of the injured soldiers in the injured barracks for a month.

When Li Shimin came back to see him, his already thin little body was thin.

This time, Li Shimin was really panicked.

After grabbing the military doctor's collar, Li Shimin hurriedly asked, "How is he?"

Seeing that Li Shimin was anxious, the military doctor did not dare to neglect it, and hurriedly explained: "Your Highness is still young, so he was a little scared when he saw such a thrilling scene."

"And these days are too tired, so I fall asleep and will get better after taking care of myself."

After hearing this, Li Shimin finally breathed a sigh of relief.

If something happened to Li Chengqian, Li Shimin would have to blame himself for his death.

He also secretly blamed himself for being too impatient and was anxious to bring him to the battlefield for training without waiting for Li Chengqian and Guan.

Li Shimin sighed: "The war here is over. Wuji Zhijie, you go pack your bags and return to Beijing immediately."

Changsun Wuji and Cheng Yaojin nodded and went down to pack their bags.

Li Shimin gently stroked Li Chengqian's thin face, feeling extremely distressed.

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault. You can't just fall asleep like this..."

When Changsun Wuji and Cheng Yaojin packed their bags and came out, the carriage was ready.

The carriage had soft mattresses, and tarpaulins were pasted on the wooden walls of the carriage.

The small stove was placed in the corner, and the entire carriage was baked and warm.

Li Shimin hugged Li Chengqian and placed him in the carriage.

Just as he turned around, he saw a group of wounded soldiers coming out of the barracks one by one.

These people stared at them with solemn expressions.

When he looked carefully, Li Shimin clearly realized that these gazes were not only for him, but also for Li Chengqian on the carriage.

Li Shimin grinned: "It's okay to do it."

"You all go back. You are so sad that you can recover from your injuries. Don't waste his efforts."

"Your Highness is going to be raised, and we are all going well!"

As the first wounded soldier yelled this sentence, the other soldiers,

They all shouted together.

In an instant, Li Shimin felt a deep sense of pride in his heart, and this pride was for Li Chengqian.

This is his son of Li Shimin.

He, Li Shimin, was able to scare away the cavalry of the Northern Desert Turks with his name.

Why can't Li Shimin's son be sent to him by thousands of wounded soldiers?

Li Shimin finally just waved his hand and said, "Let's go."

Then, the carriage gradually drifted away under everyone's gaze.

...

In this war, the Tang Dynasty was not without a complete victory.

From the beginning of the Tang army surrounded Shuofang, the Turks did not dare to rescue them, and then when the food in Shuofang City was exhausted, Liang Luoren killed Liang Shidu and surrendered.

The war lasted only two months from the beginning to the end.

But the people in the world only remember that the Tang Dynasty won.

But perhaps few people remember that in this war, there were 2,000 soldiers in the Tang Dynasty who broke their arms and legs, 5,000 soldiers who were bleeding on the battlefield, and 1,500 soldiers who were also killed in the battlefield...

In a few hundred years, maybe even this statistics will be gone...

...

When Li Chengqian opened his eyes.

They have arrived in Jinyang.

Li Chengqian looked at the car, Li Shimin, Changsun Wuji, and Cheng Yaojin were all there.

And when he opened his eyes, he heard Cheng Yaojin whispering: "Hehe, Your Majesty, Your Highness is awake."

Li Shimin looked back at Li Chengqian.

It was still such a casual look, and it seemed no different from usual.

But Li Chengqian felt a clear difference.

Li Shimin's eyes were majestic before.

But this time Li Shimin saw himself very gentle.

Did you dream?

Li Chengqian rolled his eyes with some doubts.

Li Shimin didn't give him a chance to fall asleep anymore, and handed him a paper bag: "Not, pheasant meat, keep it for you."

Pheasant meat?

Li Chengqian opened it and saw that there were two big chicken legs inside the paper bag.

After touching it, the chicken legs felt a little warm.

He looked up at Li Shimin's oily hands and clothes that were stained with large oily stains.

As long as you are not blind, you can see that Li Shimin took it out of his arms.

In order to make it hot, my old father kept warming the oily chicken legs in his arms.

It is absolutely impossible to say that Li Chengqian is not moved.

Li Chengqian opened his mouth and took a big bite, but rolled his eyes when he was choked.

Cheng Yaojin quickly handed the kettle and Li Chengqian poured it in one bite, which made it much better.

"Your Highness, eat slowly, don't choke."

Cheng Yaojin smiled and helped Li Chengqian get angry.
To be continued...