Xiang Xiaoqiang suddenly woke up: "The Twelve Hairpins of Jinling" are the most unlucky things for girls! The twelve women in "Dream of Red Mansions" all ended up in a very miserable end, and they were the ones who were in the "Unlucky Division"

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... He died of illness with hatred, died of begging and freezing, was abandoned, was tortured to death by his husband, married far away from the frontier, became a nun, and committed suicide... It is truly a well-deserved "Thousands of reds in one cave (crying), thousands of beauties share the same cup (sorrow)".

Xiang Xiaoqiang suddenly became very superstitious: If he really gave these "Jinling Twelve Hairpins" to his future confidante, what would be their fate? Also appear in "The Book of Misfortune"?

...Five years later, when the "Five-Day Tour to the Ming Dynasty" expired, the Time and Space Administration took them back, and they had to live in this time and space for the rest of their lives... They would probably question their fate, why they thought they could entrust them to their lives.

People will suddenly disappear? Why does the happiness I expect only last for five years?

Xiang Xiaoqiang was already sweating when he thought of this. This was the first time he seriously asked this question after traveling through time.

Could it be that these rain flower stones today foreshadow this inevitable outcome?

Master Fayun saw his expression was different and asked:

"Sir Xiang? Sir Xiang has been leading the battle all night. Are you a little tired?"

Xiang Xiaoqiang trembled, touched the sweat on his forehead, and said with a smile:

"Oh, oh, Master, you can see it. It's true, I am indeed a little tired. Oh, it just so happens that our people are almost finished cleaning up, and we have to say goodbye. Master, this time I have caused trouble for Baosha."

Master Fayun also smiled and said:

"We Buddhist disciples must also do our part to fight against the Qing invaders and protect our family and country. Sir Xiang's fight against the Qing invaders on the Yuhuatai has also left a good story for our temple. Haha..."

When Xiang Xiaoqiang looked at him, he just said "hehe", but his eyes seemed to be waiting for something... Well, this look was very familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

Oh, by the way, Xiang Xiaoqiang suddenly realized that it was just like in foreign movies, after the hotel room service was completed, the waiter stood there in embarrassment and refused to leave, eagerly waiting for the tip.

Xiang Xiaoqiang said quickly:

"By the way, Xiang forgot something in the meditation room. Master, please wait a moment. Xiang will come back as soon as he leaves."

He walked to the meditation room, took out his checkbook from his pocket, and wanted to fill in the numbers on it.

How much should I pay for the sesame oil? At any rate, my identity is here, and someone gave me such a precious Yuhua Stone... He thought, if in later generations, a commander of a large military region or a member of the Central Military Commission went to a Buddhist temple to give money for the sesame oil.

, generally the amount given does not count as a discount.

RMB... 50,000? Too little. 100,000? I can't sell it. 500,000 is almost enough. Converted to Mingyang... less than 5,000? It sounds too little.

Xiang Xiaoqiang chuckled: No matter what, I am not short of a few thousand mingyang anyway. When I bought the "Ryukyu Star" for Qiu Qiu, I spent more than 50,000 mingyang. Besides, the "mineral map" is still in my mind.

Here, that one will be the big one in the future.

He filled out 10,000 Mingyang on the check, signed it, tore it off, put it in his pocket, and walked out with a smile.

"Haha, Master," Xiang Xiaoqiang smiled and presented the check with both hands, "I have a predestined relationship with Buddhism, so a little money for sesame oil is my heartfelt wish. I hope Master will never turn it down."

Master Fayun took it with both hands with a smile, glanced upwards skillfully, immediately beamed, and said with a smile:

"Amitabha! The donor is so sincere, I, the Buddha, will definitely bless the donor...and the donor's family..."

Well, "the whole family" means my wives. This old monk can talk much better than Fahai. Xiang Xiaoqiang was also very happy to give alms, clasped his hands to say goodbye to Master Fayun, and led others down to the Rain Flower Terrace.

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Now the city of Nanjing is full of wounded soldiers. Originally, the wounded soldiers of the Ming army fighting on the riverside occupied all the hospitals in the city. Now there is another battle in the southern suburbs, and so many People's Guards have been sent in.

Wounded soldiers. As for the wounded soldiers of the Eight Banners Division, they naturally did not receive this treatment. They were treated in temporary prisoner-of-war camps in the eastern suburbs, with doctors and military doctors dispatched from various places.

Not only the Army Hospital, the Naval Hospital, but also ordinary hospitals were filled with wounded soldiers of the Ming Army. They were brought here after emergency bandaging by military doctors on the battlefield. Their bodies were wrapped in bloody gauze, and their heads were wrapped.

With their faces and broken limbs wrapped up, they lay in the corridor wailing, groaning, or remaining silent, waiting for their turn.

In the Qinhuai District in the south of the city, the Jinling Naval Hospital is also filled with wounded soldiers. These female doctors and nurses of the Navy have never experienced such a big scene, but the quality of the soldiers prevents them from collapsing, and they all work quickly and methodically under the command.

Treating the wounded.

Xiuxiu has been staying in the hospital here for a month. Now the broken bones have basically healed and she can move around on the ground, but she can't do strenuous exercise yet. Even though she has a calm personality, she has been exhausted this month.

Xiang Xiaoqiang visited her several times, and every time he held her hand in front of the hospital bed, talked to her occasionally, and even told her jokes. However, during the formation of the People's Guard, he was too busy after all, and the number of visits was limited.

Both times, he called the hospital and asked him to leave. Qiu Qiu, on the other hand, came to stay with her more often.

There are also the members of the original Grasshopper. They come very often, and everyone also knows that she has established a relationship with the Commander, and they all become very attentive to her. They buy a lot of things every time, and they are also kind to her.

She said compliments, but the feeling of close comrades-in-arms that she had before was gone.

She has been wanting to be discharged from the hospital for the past few days, but the doctor refused to let her go. He thought that although she had healed, it was better to rest for a while. But today the doctor took the initiative to find her and approved her to be discharged. Xiuxiu knows that every hospital bed is precious now.

Even if she hasn't recovered yet, she will ask to be discharged from the hospital and go back to rest.

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"Haha, Xiu Xiu," the military doctor in charge of her smiled and supported her while walking in the corridor, "You are almost going to be Mrs. Xiang, why doesn't Commander Xiang come to pick you up from the hospital? Really...

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Xiu Xiu lowered her head shyly, and walked to the row of wounded soldiers next to her and whispered:

"How can there be... Mr. Xiang is a person who does big things... He just commanded a night of fighting and annihilated the Qinglu Eight Banners Division. Now he needs a rest... Qiu Qiu said he would pick me up. It's okay..."

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In the pile of wounded soldiers next to him, a captain covered in blood was lying half-lying. His head and face were covered with gauze, and only his two nostrils were exposed.

When he heard this with his ears pricked, his body shook slightly, and his bloody hands gripped the terrazzo floor fiercely.

He bumped into a second lieutenant next to him. The second lieutenant turned around, saw his collar badge, his throat rolled, and he asked:

"Sir, you are from the People's Guard, right?...I heard that you wiped out a Qinglu division there this morning, right?"

The captain nodded and pointed to his face covered with gauze, indicating that he could not speak.

The second lieutenant wanted to ask again, but the captain, whose face was covered with gauze, suddenly stood up, tore open a slit in the gauze around his eyes with his hands, and walked away under the surprised gaze of the second lieutenant at his feet.
Chapter completed!