Back Off, Let Me Come

"Hey hey hey, I'm familiar with the job of throwing dirty water." Thinking that a dozen or so adult princes would escalate their internal fighting because of these things, my mood improved several times, "They fought like crazy, Let’s relax too.”

Where is the best place to defend the country?

The country's gates are in tatters.

There is an ambitious neighbor next door who is eyeing her.

Shen Tang's grass-roots team is not enough to be seen in front of Shiwu. 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 next way forward.

Jiang Sheng sat firmly and suddenly remembered something: "My lord has become brave and courageous, 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 corners of his mouth twitched slightly: "...Xianden is really the one who doesn't open the pot."

Does this mean 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-wording spirits but all had the same effect. The motorcycle 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 didn't have any bad taste in watching Literary Scholars riding mules. She always respected the personal preferences of her subordinate scribes and would not do anything that was difficult for others. Everything was done voluntarily. She didn't ride a horse, that's because she really didn't have a horse!

"...Sheng 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 bitter rival, "Ride a mule or a horse, don't you arrive in the end? One place? The style of the mount is just external. But speaking of which, has the lord figured out why it is impossible to 'turn martial energy into a horse'? Such a situation is unheard of."

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 ability to cultivate both civil and martial arts... Alas, the war horse is majestic, but the motorcycle is not bad either. There is no credit but hard work over the years..."

If I don't say a few nice words, Motorcycle will give up its game.

As soon as these words came out, 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 and maintained 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 rendezvoused with 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 night attack to now, her body was extremely tired and her spirit was on the verge of collapse several times, but she just didn't dare to sleep peacefully. Curling up in the dark carriage covered with soft felts, curling up, enduring the discomfort coming from all parts of the body, paying careful attention to the disturbance outside the carriage...

The slightest movement will turn her into a frightened bird. This was the longest tormenting night she had ever spent in her memory, far better than those nights when she was bullied by slaves in the inner courtyard of her boudoir and covered with light quilts in the cold winter months.

"Has your highness gone to bed?"

After another long while, a slightly familiar hoarse voice came from outside the carriage. Wang Ji, who couldn't resist the sleepiness and was about to fall asleep, suddenly woke up and said hurriedly: "General Bai, you haven't fallen asleep yet."

Bai Su: "Last night there was chaos, 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 after hearing this.

"Okay, come in."

After receiving 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 fume Your Highness. Please forgive me."

Wang Ji's face was so pale that there was almost no trace of blood.

His face was visibly haggard and sleepy.

"General Bai is still thoughtful, I'm fine." She braced herself, looked at the waiting doctor, stretched out her slender wrist, and said softly, "Excuse me, doctor."

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 of the matter at a glance and said: "The doctor can tell the truth. This is not a secret. I just want to ask, can the child in my belly be saved? If I can, I can. If not, can I trouble the doctor to prescribe an abortion?" of……"

Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain.

Wang Ji didn't care about the life and death of the child in her belly.

In the current situation, she couldn't protect herself, so how could 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.”

This result shocked Wang Ji.

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 says that the child is not in good condition, she can drop it and it will 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.

"Your Highness, do you want bail?"

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 was ordered 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 and lactose intolerant. Drinking pure milk has the same effect as taking laxatives. You will get diarrhea soon after drinking it, so try to avoid drinking pure milk.

But I was forced to drink one bottle a day...

You explained that you don’t want to drink and you still 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? ? ?

PS: Today Yun Ni's new book "The Lady Was Forced to Seek a Marquis" has started to be uploaded and serialized. If you like ancient Chinese novels, don't miss it.