Malicious Medical Princess of the Marquis House

The starry sky in the northwest is beautiful.

After a hard day, Yang Ji and Chen Zhuangshi were finally able to sit down and have a mouthful of warm food.

In early winter, both of them had already put on cotton jackets.

The night wind poured in through the windows, taking away the heat from the room.

Yang Ji got up and closed the window. Then go back to the table.

Chen Zhuangshi ate very quickly, with three or two bites, he had already finished a bowl of rice.

The chef's skills are getting better and better.

Yang Ji was silent.

Brother Yang has an idea? Chen Zhuangshi asked.

Yang Ji put down the bowl and chopsticks, Brother Chen has thought about leading troops to fight instead of hiding behind.

Chen Zhuangshi took out a toothpick and picked his teeth, I want to lead troops to fight, but do we have the qualifications?

As long as the governor speaks, both of you and I can lead troops.

Civilian officials lead troops, will generals be happy?

Yang Ji looked outside, So what if the general is not happy?

Chen Zhuangshi looked at Yang Ji with a strange expression, Brother Yang, what stimulated you?

Yang Ji shook his head, I'm not stimulated, but the opportunity is in front of me, how can I not seize it. Brother Chen should know that His Majesty asked His Highness King Qin to lead the army to fight, it is just a stopgap measure, the purpose is to divide the Northwest Army Military exploits, to suppress Marquis Lu.

Chen Zhuangshi nodded, it was obvious. Anyone with a brain can see it.

Yang Ji continued: But it is impossible for His Royal Highness the King of Qin to stay in the northwest forever. After His Highness the King of Qin returns to Beijing, who else will be able to suppress Marquis Lu? The battle will never be over. The Metropolitan Governor's Mansion needs a real commander. This person is obviously not His Royal Highness King Qin.

Chen Zhuangshi pinched his chin and thought about it, then he understood what Yang Ji meant.

Brother Yang means, you and I have to fight for it?

It's mainly Brother Chen who fights for it. I will return to the capital sooner or later.

Me? Chen Zhuangshi pointed at himself, in disbelief, You asked me to be the commander of the army to suppress Luhou? How can I be capable? How can I have such abilities. There are so many noble generals, no one is better than me more qualified.

Brother Chen, do you look down on yourself?

Chen Zhuangshi waved his hand,

Brother Yang, don't use aggressive methods. I think your ideas are too arrogant and bold.

You can go to Xiliang, why don't you dare to lead troops to fight?

I dare to lead troops in battle, and I'm not afraid to go to the battlefield to charge and kill. But let me be the general of the army, there is no hope for ten years.

Then use ten years to build Brother Chen's brilliance. I am willing to help Brother Chen.

puff!

Chen Zhuangshi was dumbfounded, Are you serious?

Yang Ji looked serious, Do you think I'm joking?

Chen Zhuang was puzzled, Brother Yang, can you tell me more about it? Your thoughts are jumping too fast, and my mind is in a mess.

Brother Chen only has the reputation of being a scholar. Yang Ji said expressionlessly.

Chen Zhuangshi first rolled his eyes, Brother Yang, you don't need to emphasize my reputation as a scholar.

Yang Ji didn't take it seriously, and continued: Brother Chen has great talent and ambition, but because you only have the reputation of being a scholar, you will not be able to enter the court as a civil servant throughout your life. In this life, it is very likely that you will end up in the Northwest , until he dies, he will not be promoted to a fourth-rank civil servant.

Great victory in the first half of the year, meritorious deeds will be rewarded. Chen Zhuangshi was successfully promoted to the sixth rank.

And Yang Ji jumped to become a fifth-rank official.

This is the difference between being famous and not being famous.

Chen Zhuangshi grinned, looking distressed.

Yang Ji's attack was too ruthless, tearing and tearing, smashing all the decorations that whitewashed reality into pieces.

Who would like to be unable to rise to the fourth rank until death? Who is willing?

Then what do you say I should do?

Brother Chen wants to become a general, but he has to find another way.

Chen Zhuangshi raised his eyebrows, Leading troops to fight?

Yes! Only by fighting with your life can you fight a way out of a dead end. I just don't know if Brother Chen has the guts.

Chen Zhuangshi wiped his face, Let's not discuss the issue of courage. I also have a question in my heart, so please tell me the truth, Brother Yang.

Brother Chen, please speak.

Chen Zhuangshi looked around to make sure no one was eavesdropping.

He pointed to the east, in the direction of the capital, From Brother Yang's point of view, who can take that seat?

Immediately afterwards, he lowered his voice, Is it possible, His Highness King Qin?

Yang Ji was silent for a moment, His Royal Highness the King of Qin has the greatest chance. It's just that no one dares to draw a conclusion until the end of this kind of thing. No one knows whether there will be an accident in the middle.

Chen Zhuangshi directly ignored the second half of Yang Ji's words, If His Royal Highness the King of Qin ascends the Great Treasure, you and I are both Princess Qin's people, so we should have more chances than others. Maybe I can also become a scholar, Become a member of the imperial court.

But Yang Ji shook his head and said: Even if His Royal Highness King Qin ascends the throne, and Princess Qin becomes a queen, in the first three to five years, you have to stick to the rules and cannot make drastic changes. As for the scholar's fame and fame as a court official, doing so is equivalent to breaking the rules for hundreds of years. The traditions that come here will arouse the opposition of the entire scholastic and civil society groups. Even Princess Qin dare not take the risk lightly.

Chen Zhuangshi bared his teeth again, According to what Brother Yang said, if I want to enter the imperial court as a scholar in my life, I probably have no chance.

It's just a civil servant, the chance is very small. If you lead the army to fight, plus the status of a scholar, the chance is at least doubled.

Chen Zhuangshi gritted his teeth, patted his thigh, It's done!

Yang Ji rarely laughed, I will help Brother Chen.

Brother Yang, as a Tanhua, if you are willing to lead the army to fight, your chances will be even greater.

I will go to the battlefield with Brother Chen, but the credit is mainly yours.

Don't, don't, my brother will settle accounts clearly. What is yours is yours, and I will earn my share.

Brother Chen has ambition.

Compared with you, can you lose your ambition? Do you know that you put a lot of pressure on people?

Yang Ji shook his head and smiled, I'm just doing my part.

Just doing your duty is already putting so much pressure on people. If you fight together, will there be a way for others to survive?

The two teased each other and were as close as ever.

The next day, the two went to the Governor's Mansion, looking for an opportunity to ask for a fight.

Master Li readily agreed.

From now on, Chen Zhuangshi and Yang Ji will quit their civilian jobs and lead the army in armor.

From the beginning, I could only lead 500 soldiers to fight, and gradually grew up, leading 1,000, 2,000, 3,000...

Great people seem to be great at whatever they do.

Mounting can kill the enemy, and dismounting can compose poems. This refers to people like Yang Ji.

The cold wind pierced the bones, the blood moistened the ground, and the corpses were thrown away at will...

The long border is full of wars.

Before the cold winter comes, Beirong and Xiliang will loot a wave to prepare for the winter.

The pressure on the Northwest Army, the Metropolitan Governor's Mansion, and the frontier troops has doubled.

Beirong Xiliang's desperate style of play made everyone breathless.

Liu Zhao, who has been running around in the wild, has new wounds added to his old wounds.

There is poison in the arrow.

Take the antidote pill.

The people who ambushed today are clearly aiming at the prince.

Liu Zhao swallowed the detoxification pill, and let the military doctor scrape his flesh to heal his wounds with his arms bare in the winter. He grinned his teeth in pain, but he never gnawed.

Qian Fu writes and draws on the map and draws conclusions.

The last three or four ambushes, from the point of view of this old slave, were all aimed at the prince. The other party wanted to kill the prince and destroy the morale of Da Zhou.

The military doctor has scraped off the carrion and is applying medicine.

The high-quality wound medicine prepared by Gu Jiu himself, touched the wound, it was refreshing and cool, and Liu Zhao let out a comfortable groan.

He gritted his teeth and said, The news of my king's injury must be kept secret, and it cannot be spread to the capital, so as not to worry the princess. Is it strange that Xiliang Beirong wants to take my life? My life is valuable, so kill me! This king will be able to greatly reduce the morale of the Great Zhou. If this king is in Xiliang Beirong, he will do the same.

But it's different these few times. The other party obviously came prepared, and there are some masters among them. They don't look like people from Beirong Xiliang, but they look like people from Dazhou. I implore Your Highness to return to the pass for the time being, and wait for the situation to be clarified. Make another plan.

My lord, please retreat to the pass. How can a body of a thousand gold be in danger so easily.

The subordinates and the soldiers knelt down one after another and asked Liu Zhao to retreat to the pass.

If something happened to Liu Zhao, one of the people present counted as one, and all of them had to be buried with him.

With a straight face, Liu Zhao scolded angrily, What are you doing? Do you want to force the palace to rebel?

The subordinates dare not. The subordinates are only worried about the safety of the prince.

Qian Fu directly threatened, If the prince refuses to return to the pass, the old servant will write to the princess even if he dies.

Son of a bitch!

Liu Zhao kicked over the weapon rack, but he couldn't scare his subordinates.

My lord, please retreat to the customs. It will not be too late to leave the customs until next spring.

Liu Zhao was furious, but he also knew that he had been injured several times, which had already scared the people around him. Just in case...

Liu Zhao took a deep breath and suppressed his anger, I will listen to you once, order troops and prepare to retreat to the pass.

Obey!

Qian Fu is not idle.

Buried for many years, the spies who had been sleeping were awakened to investigate the internal situation of Beirong Xiliang. The key point is to find out who the people who ambushed His Highness King Qin are.

What is the identity of the master who got mixed up in it?

In the depths of the grassland, Cao Sanmei, a Han maidservant, walked into the big tent with a tray.

She bent down and lowered her head, not daring to cast her eyes randomly.

Even if there was a strange Han in the big tent, she didn't let her take a second look.

After serving the drinks, she voluntarily withdrew from the tent. Then I went to other camps to pack up the daily bedding.

what are you doing?

Uncle Chen stood at the door of the tent, staring at Sanmei Cao warily. If there is anything wrong, you have to raise your sword and kill Cao Sanmei in front of you.

Sanmei Cao looked flustered, and hurriedly knelt down, The servants are ordered to tidy up the tents of the nobles.

You don't need to clean up here, and you are not allowed to come in without permission in the future. Otherwise...

Sanmei Cao hastily withdrew.

Uncle Chen walked into the camp, checked the cages and desks. Make sure that the luggage has not been moved before you can rest assured.

Sanmei Cao returned to the kitchen.

The lady in the kitchen was also Han, and she yelled at her loudly.

Little wave hoof, where did you go to wave again. Hurry up and wash the cups and dishes.

Sanmei Cao was too cowardly to refute.

The kitchen lady hit her head and face.

When she was tired from beating, the lady in the kitchen had an extra note in her hand.

Why don't you hurry up and get out, what are you doing?

Sanmei Cao ran away in a hurry.

The kitchen lady stretched her waist, and the note in her hand disappeared in a blink of an eye.