Despite running all the way, Su Qianyue and Fengchi were both exhausted.
But there was no rest.
After Su Qianyue took out the test results, she stayed up late to write the medical record. She had to come up with a reliable plan.
Feng Chong's injury is actually very difficult.
Fengchi on the side had no intention of sleeping. If he hadn't been afraid that Feng Chong's health would be too much, he would have taken Feng Chong to study the matter of opening the canal overnight.
At this time, he was holding a pile of county annals and public opinion maps, sketching them there.
The good-looking brows are sometimes tightened and sometimes loosened.
Su Qianyue took a sneak peek and smiled.
Along the way, she couldn't calm down. She had been in contact with Fengchi so much that she couldn't ignore him even if she wanted to.
Her fingers were sore from writing medical records, so Su Qianyue put down her pen and walked to Fengchi's side.
I scanned it once and looked at the lines he drew with his notes. I couldn't help but say, "Wouldn't it be better to make a sand table?"
Fengchi was a little stunned when he said that.
Look at her with raised eyebrows.
Su Qianyue was also confused. Fengchi was the God of War of the Qin Dynasty. He had been fighting for many years and was invincible in all battles.
Don’t you need a sand table...?
She felt that she always acted without consideration when doing things in front of Fengchi.
A flash of light flashed in Fengchi's eyes: "Okay, tell me how to do it, and I'll ask my second brother to arrange for someone to do it."
If Su Qianyue finds it useful, it must not be ordinary.
His eyes hurt when he looked at the public opinion charts.
Whether it is the South-to-North Water Diversion Project or water control in Hangzhou, the public opinion map and county annals must be studied thoroughly.
Su Qianyue immediately drew a drawing and said: "The bigger the better, the clearer it will be. But it's getting late today. Let's rest first. Don't rush it."
Such a big project cannot be rushed.
"Okay!" Fengchi put the drawings away.
Then he started to make Su Qianyue's bed.
Then, he obediently made a bed for himself.
His movements are very neat and you can see that he should do them often.
Marching and fighting, often resting in the wild, and being able to build a bed on the ground are all happiness.
Such a handsome young man, even the action of hitting the floor is so good-looking.
Su Qianyue lay on the made bed, trying her best to breathe evenly without looking.
Heart of beauty in everyone.
She is more.
Being in a room together like this, she couldn't help but admire Fengchi's handsomeness and gentlemanly appearance.
A night of silence.
The next day, Su Qianyue woke up early and found that Fengchi was not there and the floor mat had been put away.
And whenever there is movement here, someone will bring food over.
Su Qianyue knew that this was Feng Chong's special order.
The air in the Jiangnan area is humid, and the whole person feels a little sticky.
"Sister-in-law!" Feng Chong was basking in the sun in the yard.
He is always calm and calm, always confident of winning.
It makes people feel at ease when they see it.
Seeing that he was in good spirits, Su Qianyue went back to the room and took out the medical records.
I talked to Feng Chong about the risks, the medical cases, and the specific methods.
Feng Chong was a little confused after hearing this.
In fact, Su Qianyue has tried his best to explain it in words that people of this era can understand.
But something like skin grafting is too unbelievable.
Still, Feng Chong couldn't react for a while.
"This is the most conservative plan at present." Su Qianyue collected the medical records and looked at Feng Chong. Her mission was to heal his injuries.
"Well, I believe in the ability of the emperor's sister-in-law. Everything is decided by the emperor's sister-in-law." Feng Chong nodded, his mind was a little empty. He could not imagine the process of sticking the good flesh of his body to his arms and face.
Just as he was talking, Fengchi came back from outside.
A group of servants followed behind him.
Holding parts of the sandbox in hand.
"What is this?" Feng Chong raised his eyebrows and looked over.
"Sand table." Fengchi narrowed his eyes and stood directly in front of Su Qianyue, "Qianyue, what should we do next?"
Su Qianyue put down the medical records and looked at Feng Chong: "I need a big room to avoid people."
The mole hasn't been found out, so we can't be careless.
After the sand table was assembled, Su Qianyue took the small objects and began to lay out the public opinion map of Hangzhou.
She acted very seriously.
The figure is slender and the eyebrows are picturesque.
Looking from a distance, it looks more like an ink painting of a master's masterpiece.
It makes people feel relaxed and happy.
When Su Qianyue set up the sand table, both Fengchi and Feng Chong looked shocked.