Chapter 429 Chapter 429: Working hard to complete KPI (9) [Requesting monthly votes]
"Hey, hey, I'm familiar with the job of throwing dirty water." I thought that a dozen adult princes would be guilty because of these things. The fight escalated, and even the mood improved several degrees, "They fought in a dark way, but we were also relaxed."
How can it be easy to defend the country?
The national gate is in tatters.
There is an ambitious neighbor next door who is eyeing her.
Shen Tang, a grassroots team member, is not enough to be seen in front of Shi Wu. 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 way forward.
Jiang Sheng sat firmly and suddenly remembered something: "My lord has become brave enough, why not turn his martial spirit into a horse?"
Although the motorcycle is indeed very good-looking, and the snow-white mule without a trace of hair is no less valuable than an ordinary war horse, the mules have a stupid look on their faces and are far less powerful than the war horses. But 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: "...Xianden is really a pot that he cannot lift."
Is this because she doesn't want a war horse?
It was clear that the last thing she summoned with the Wudan warrior's horse-changing spirit was a motorcycle. She tried several different Wudan-like horse-speaking spirits, but all had the same effect. Motorcycle still blinked its big dark moist eyes in confusion, as if asking why he was summoned to play when he had nothing to do. Is it the kind of mule that comes and goes when called upon? Shen Tang completely gave up on the war horse.
"...Let's just say, if your lord's martial spirit can be transformed into a horse, can he still force you to ride on a mule?"
Shen Tang doesn't have the bad taste of watching Wen Xin scholar ride a mule. She always respects the personal preferences of her staff and scribes, and does not do anything that is forced on others. Everything is done voluntarily. She didn't ride a horse, that's because she really didn't have a horse!
"...Sheng, don't you think this is a grievance? What an honor it is to be able to ride with the Lord?" Jiang Sheng roughly understood why Shen Tang said this, and couldn't help but connoting a sworn enemy, "It's better to ride a mule. Riding horses, don’t they all arrive at the same place? The style of the mount is just external. But has the Lord figured out why this situation cannot be transformed into a horse? "
Shen Tang shook his head. .
How could she know this? After thinking about it, there was only one reason, and she guessed: "Perhaps it has something to do with my dual cultivation of civil and military skills... 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 he said this, Moto's mood really eased.
Jiang Sheng was noncommittal about this reason.
If Shen Tang had not taken the initiative to confess that he indeed had martial spirit, he would not have believed it. The master is the only one who can still be active in both civil and martial arts, has a clear mind and knows how to pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger. So it is inevitable that he will be special.
Because he was sure that the large force was not far ahead, Shen Tang did not speed up the "mule" this time, maintaining a neither fast nor slow speed to minimize the bumps during running.
The Darkest dies 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 joined 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, which had been hanging all night, relaxed a little. From the beginning of 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 I dare not sleep peacefully. She curled up in the dark carriage covered with soft felts, curled up, enduring the discomfort coming from all parts of her body, and carefully paying attention to the sounds outside the carriage...
The slightest movement would turn her into a frightened bird. . Since she could remember, this was the longest night of suffering she had ever spent, far better than those nights when she was humiliated by slaves in the inner courtyard of her boudoir and covered with light quilts in the cold winter months.
"Your Highness, are you ready to go 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 hurriedly Said: "General Bai, you haven't gone to bed yet." Bai Su: "Last night was chaotic, 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 upon hearing this.
"Okay, come in."
With permission, she opened the heavy windproof curtain, and the doctor carrying the medicine box bent down and entered 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 smoke your Highness, please forgive me."
Wang Ji's face was so pale that there was almost no trace of blood.
The haggard and sleepy appearance is visible to the naked eye.
"General Bai is still thoughtful, I'm fine with it." She braced herself, looked at the waiting doctor, stretched out her slender wrist, and said softly, "Excuse me, doctor."
< br>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, so he can only bite the bullet. After taking a pulse, he found a clear smooth pulse. He was subconsciously shocked and his eyes fell on Wang Ji's lower abdomen. Although the light is dim, the undulations can be seen clearly. He looked at Bai Su again, who didn't have any strange expression.
Wang Ji is best at observing words and emotions.
He knew the crux at a glance and said, "The doctor can tell the truth. This is not a secret. I just want to ask, is it possible to save the baby in my belly? If I can, then I will. If not, I'm sorry. The doctor prescribed a dose to abort the fetus..."
The long-term pain is not as good as the short-term pain.
Wang Ji doesn’t care about the life and death of the child in her belly.
What's going on now, she can't even protect herself, so how can 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.”
Wang Ji was shocked by this result.
Several times she thought the baby was going to fall.
Unexpectedly, he/she was not greatly affected by the 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 could drop it and it would be over...
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.
"Do you want to be bailed out, Your Highness?"
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 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 of unexpected events. Shiwu is an unfamiliar area to them, and they don't know if they will be acclimated to it. If you are short of food, you can find ways to make up for it, but if you are short of medicinal materials, there is no way.
As soon as I got off the carriage, I heard someone shouting softly.
“The Lord is back!”
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I am irritable, lactose intolerant, and the effect of drinking pure milk is comparable to taking laxatives. You will get diarrhea soon after drinking it, so try to avoid drinking pure milk.
But you still have to be forced to drink one bottle a day...
After explaining that you don’t drink, you blame me for losing your temper? ? ?
Let’s just say, in order to supplement that protein and calcium, can’t we eat more tofu and drink fish soup? ? ?
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