"Yes, it has been setting for a long time!" Han Shaer confirmed, and in his mind came the image of hotel clerks, men in black, swords and swords, blood and corpses, rumbling drums, and torches all over the mountains and plains, getting closer and closer.
Scream... If the army had arrived two-quarters of an hour earlier, the big shopkeeper and the others would not have died, and he would not have fallen off the cliff... However, in that case, he would not have met Uncle Qi.
Not until Tianxian'er...
Wang Chihan said softly: "It's also very dark before dawn." His eyes were obviously a little confused. No, no, no, Han Shaer shook his head decisively. The old medicine god helped him regain his memory. He definitely wouldn't.
I misremembered—suddenly, the word Commander Wang popped up. Could the Commander Wang mentioned by the big shopkeeper be the Commander of the Forbidden Army and the leader of the imperial forest, Wang Mansheng? Even if he was the bastard of Prince Lux, how could he help him?
The Forbidden Army mobilized a large number of troops? The words "please take the lead, young master" echoed in my ears again. I couldn't help but be stunned. I was inexplicably surprised. The day when I came to the throne was not long after I fell off the cliff. Could it be, couldn't it be... wrong? Try your best.
The emperor's legitimate son died in infancy - why is the Queen Mother in front of her so kind, so loving, and so favored? Thousands of thoughts are coming, and countless signs are supporting arrogance and absurd ideas.
It should, it should, it doesn't make sense... He became more conflicted, more confused, more hesitant, more painful, and asked in a trembling voice: "Empress Dowager, tell me, who am I? Why did Black Shirt kill me?
Why did Wang Dudu and the others save me?"
"Ben Yue, you're thinking too much!" Wang Chihan's expression suddenly changed, and he regained his composure, and wrote lightly, "Black Shirt will be cruel and cunning, and do many evil things. Man Sheng and the others were ordered to eliminate them, and I think they happened to catch up - by the way, you
You said that your master is an expert outside the world, what did he teach you?" Han Shaer was not satisfied with this answer, and he couldn't keep pursuing him. He was confused and frustrated, so he simply replied that he taught him the Qihuang technique. Wang
Chihan said: "The two generations of Xinglin players in the Han family don't need to learn from outsiders." Han Shaer nodded and shook his head: "My master is even better!"
"Really?" Wang Chihan laughed, "It's good to be more awesome! Scholars and semi-doctors have been here since ancient times. You have the number one scholar's articles, and your number one scholar's medical skills, and your great virtues are thousands of miles away. I can't let you go sideways! Come on, do it first!"
Aijia, let’s see. Aijia, let’s see if you’re bragging.” After all, I can really revive the dead and heal bones, so why should I brag? The word “number one” in my medical skills is too shabby, it’s definitely at the level of an emperor, article
and martial arts are just the tip of the iceberg! Since you want to test me, I deserve to show my face.
Ju Yuan Shen, Qixing Eyes, looked at the most dignified, elegant, loving, and beautiful face in the world. There was a shallow wrinkle between the eyebrows, a faint red mark, which must be caused by frowning..."
Empress Dowager, you have suffered from angina pectoris!" He asked without any doubt, "Can you take your pulse?" Wang Chihan smiled and nodded, stretching out his right hand. The palace maid was busy placing a piece of cotton on the table and bringing in a
Rosewood round stool.
Han Shaer didn't get up, so he took out a red thread from his backpack, asked the palace maid to tie one end to his wrist, lightly twisted it with two fingers, and recounted his family treasures: "The first time you had angina pectoris, it was twenty years ago! The second time, it was seventeen years ago.
The third time was eight years, the fourth time was five years - this time the pain lasted longer and it never recovered. Didn't you see an imperial doctor?" His pulse showed that Wang Chihan's mood fluctuated, but he said calmly: "It's not a problem.
My son, it hurts for a while and then goes away. The imperial doctor doesn’t think it’s a good thing.”