"Hey, hey, I'm familiar with the job of throwing dirty water." When I thought that a dozen or so adult princes would escalate their internal fighting because of these things, my mood improved several times, "They fought like crazy. , let’s relax too.”
Where is the best place to defend the country?
The country's gate is in tatters.
There is an ambitious neighbor next door who is eyeing him.
Shen Tang, a grassroots team member, is not enough to be seen in front of Shiwu. How can the pressure not be great?
After resting enough, Shen Tang summoned the motorcycle again.
Catch up with the large army in one go.
Plan the next way forward.
Jiang Sheng sat firmly and suddenly thought of something: "My lord has become brave and courageous, why not turn his martial spirit into a horse?"
Although the appearance of the motorcycle is indeed high, and the value of the snow-white mule without a trace of hair is no less than that of an ordinary war horse, the mule has a stupid look on its face and is far less powerful than the war horse. However, my lord has a special liking for this mule.
He asked this question out of pure curiosity.
Shen Tang was speechless, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly: "... First of all, you can't open the pot first."
Does this mean she doesn't want a war horse?
It was clear that the last thing she summoned with the Wudan warrior's horse-word spirit was Moto. She tried several different Wudan-mayan spirits but they all had the same effect. Moto blinked his big black and moist eyes in confusion, seeming to ask. Why summon it to play when you have nothing to do? Is it the kind of mule that comes and disappears as soon as you call it? Shen Tang has completely given up on war horses.
"...Let's just say, if your lord's martial spirit could transform into a horse, would he be able to force you to ride on a mule?"
Shen Tang didn't have any bad taste in watching Wen Xin scribes riding mules. She always respected the personal preferences of her subordinate scribes and never did anything that was forced on others. Everything was done voluntarily. She didn't ride a horse, that's because she really didn't have a horse!
"...Sheng Sheng, don't you think this is a grievance? What an honor it is to be able to ride with the Lord?" Jiang Sheng also roughly understood why Shen Tang said this, and couldn't help but connoting a bitter rival, "Riding a mule or riding a horse, it doesn't matter whether you arrive in the end or not. One thing? The style of the mount is just external. But speaking of which, has the lord figured out why it is impossible to 'turn martial energy into a horse'? Such a situation is unheard of."
Shen Tang shook his head.
How could she know this? After thinking about it, there was only one reason, and she guessed: "Maybe it has something to do with my dual cultivation of civil and martial arts... Alas, the war horse is majestic, but the motorcycle is not bad either. There is no credit but hard work in these years... "
If I don't say a few nice words, Motorcycle will give up its game.
As soon as these words came out, Moto's mood really eased.
Jiang Sheng was noncommittal about this reason.
If Shen Tang hadn't taken the initiative to explain that he indeed had martial spirit, he wouldn't have believed it. He was the only one who could still be active in both civil and martial arts, had a clear mind and knew how to pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger, so it was inevitable that he would be special.
Because he was sure that the large force was not far ahead, Shen Tang did not speed up the "mule" this time and maintained a speed that was neither too fast nor too slow to minimize the bumps while running.
The Darkest disappears with the passage of time.
A faint ray of dawn appeared at the end of the horizon.
The army that had been running for a long time gradually stopped and successfully met up with the escort team that had arrived earlier.
"Is it the enemy?"
A haggard female voice came from the dusty carriage.
Someone replied: "No."
Hearing this, Wang Ji's heart that had been hanging all night relaxed a little. From the night attack to now, her body has been exhausted to the extreme, and her spirit has been on the verge of collapse several times, but she just didn't dare to sleep peacefully. She curled up in the darkness full of soft felts.
In the carriage, I curled up and endured the discomfort coming from all parts of my body, paying careful attention to the disturbance outside the carriage...
The slightest movement would turn her into a frightened bird. As far as she can remember, this was the longest and torturous night she had ever spent, far better than those nights when she was bullied by slaves in the inner courtyard of her boudoir and covered with light quilts in the cold winter months.
"Has your highness gone to bed?"
After a while, a slightly familiar hoarse voice came from outside the carriage. Wang Ji, who was about to fall asleep due to sleepiness, suddenly woke up and said hurriedly: "General Bai, you haven't fallen asleep yet."
Bai Su: "Last night there was chaos and His Highness was frightened. The general sent for the army doctor and asked him to take a look at you."
Wang Ji cheered up after hearing this.
"Okay, come in."
After receiving permission, she opened the heavy windproof curtain, and the doctor carrying the medicine box bent down and walked in with her. Bai Su gathered a ball of martial energy in her palm - the color of her martial energy was just like her last name, snow-white and hazy,
Suitable for lighting.
Bai Su specially explained to Wang Ji: "It is not appropriate to hold a lamp at the moment, for fear that the lamp oil will fume Your Highness. Please forgive me."
Wang Ji's face was so pale that there was almost no trace of blood.
His face showed signs of haggard and sleepiness visible to the naked eye.
"General Bai is still thoughtful, I'm fine." She braced herself, looked at the waiting doctor, stretched out her slender wrist, and said softly, "I'm sorry to trouble you, doctor."
This doctor is also the apprentice of Dr. Dong.
However, what he is best at is trauma management rather than women's diseases. He only has a superficial understanding of the latter, but at this time, the conditions are simple, he can only bite the bullet. When he takes a pulse, he feels a clear and slippery pulse. He is subconsciously shocked, and his eyesight
It fell on Wang Ji's lower abdomen. Although the light was weak, he could still see the clear rise and fall. He looked at Bai Su again, and the latter didn't have any strange expression.
Wang Ji is best at observing words and emotions.
He knew the crux of the matter at a glance and said: "The doctor can tell the truth. This is not a secret. I just want to ask, can the child in my belly be saved? If it can be saved, then let it be. If not, can the doctor prescribe an abortion?"
of……"
Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain.
Wang Ji doesn't care about the life and death of her unborn child.
In the current situation, she couldn't protect herself, so how could she care about the oil bottle in her belly?
The doctor pondered for a while and said: "The baby should be able to be saved. Although he was shocked by the bumps, your highness is in good health and the pregnancy was stable before. You only need to prescribe some ordinary fetal protection drugs, then relax and raise your baby with peace of mind."
Ten days and a half is enough.”
This result shocked Wang Ji.
Several times she thought the baby was going to fall off.
Unexpectedly, he/she was not greatly affected by this bumpy night. For a moment, Wang Ji didn't know what to say, and her mood was even more mixed. If the doctor said that the child's condition was not good, she would have taken the opportunity to drop him/her.
, once and for all...
But now——
She seemed to be able to picture the child struggling to survive in her mind, and her cold heart couldn't help but soften.
"Your Highness, do you want to be protected?"
Bai Su seemed to see Wang Ji's confusion.
Wang Ji opened her mouth, and vaguely heard herself whispering: "Then just save it, it's your life..."
The doctor took the order and went down to prescribe medicine.
Before setting off, what the army brought most was not food and baggage, but all kinds of medicinal herbs, just in case something unexpected happened. Shiwu was an unfamiliar area to them, and they didn’t know if they would be acclimated to the climate. If they were short of food, they could find ways to make up for it, and if they were short of medicinal materials, they would
No choice.
As soon as I got off the carriage, I heard someone shouting softly.
"The lord is back!"
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I am irritable and lactose intolerant. The effect of drinking pure milk is comparable to taking laxatives. I will have diarrhea soon after drinking it, so I try to avoid drinking pure milk.
But I was forced to drink one bottle a day...
He explained that he didn’t drink and blamed me for losing his temper???
Let’s just say, in order to supplement that protein and calcium, can’t we eat more tofu and drink fish soup???
PS: Today Yun Ni's new book "The Lady Was Forced to Seek a Marquis" has started to be uploaded and serialized. If you like ancient Chinese novels, don't miss it.
This chapter has been completed!