"It will definitely be.【26nbsp;】I found another famous doctor, who is best at treating this disease. Shuilian, don't worry, it will get better soon..."
She was even more relieved.
She suddenly asked, "You are the general of the Western Expedition. If someone finds out whereabouts, how do you explain it?"
A trace of cunning appeared in his eyes. This cunning cruelty was something she had never seen before, and he never concealed this in front of her.
"I don't have to explain to anyone."
Shui Lian didn't say anything more.
The tiredness came again, and she closed her eyes lazily, and the sun was warm above her head.
It's dusk.
The horse stopped, and she sat under the shade of the tree to rest. The third prince suddenly tiptoed, and had time to hear the "whoosh" sound, and a fat deer had been shot by an arrow. He took a step forward and advanced: "
Haha, this guy is so fat, it’s time for us to think about it.”
The flame is buried in the soil, which is a unique method of making fire for soldiers. Build the fire under the soil, wet it with branches and water, overhead it layer by layer, and then cover it with a wet mixture, so that the flame will burn below,
If you can't penetrate it, you won't spread far away. You can cook food without being discovered by the enemy.
Shui Lian sat quietly on a pile of leaves, looking up at the high sky at the top of the jungle. The moon was bright and everything was hazy. For the first time, she realized the tranquility of life, just like a long-distance warrior, tired,
I was so tired that I could finally take a break, I didn’t worry about anything, and I only had food and drink in my life.
The wine bottle was taken out, exuding the strength of a burning knife.
The third prince handed her: "You take a sip."
She smiled sweetly, took it, and took a big sip. The strong wine entered her throat, spicy and refreshing. Under the moonlight, the wine pot was flat, made of a strange metal, and the dense patterns on it were actually a beautiful piece.
Artwork. She looked at it carefully in the moonlight. The words above turned out to be the year name of the late emperor, which was obviously a royal tribute.
She took the wine pot and took another sip. The previous strong and spicy taste became even happier. She smelled the aroma of deer meat in her nose, and the aroma of oil was emitting, which was fat but not greasy, making people's index fingers sniffed.
The third prince quickly turned up the deer. Under the moonlight, the golden color of the barbecue could be seen. He took out the dagger he carried, cut off a large piece of meat from his legs and handed it over: "Shuilian, eat more."