Empress Chongxilong who became a sick and weak emperor

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Standing outside, Qi Miao's eyes were rolling. Today is his first day on duty, so he drank hangover soup last night and went to bed quickly, so he could arrive before dawn, but there is no movement inside yet.

Qi Miao wanted to go up to talk to people several times, but the guards of the Holy Majesty were all cold-faced, staring straight ahead, which made it difficult for him to disturb him.

Just as he was thinking, there was a sound coming from inside, which didn't sound like His Majesty's, calling people to go in.

Qi Miao turned his head, and the man next to him seemed to have been ordered to fetch water to get in. It turned out that it was time to wash up inside.Qi Miao was bored. Seeing that this man was short and powerful but had a small Adam's apple on his face, he subconsciously bowed his head and figured out that he was the eunuch next to His Majesty.

After Song Yan and Xu Huaiqing cleaned up and washed, they realized that Qi Miao had already been waiting outside. Song Yan put the handkerchief back and told Li Shun, "Let him in."

Xu Huaiqing looked at Song Yan in surprise: "I thought you didn't want to see him."

Song Yan snorted: "It's a joke, no matter how much I look down on anyone, I won't make such a petty trick. It's a shame for a person like him to stay by His Majesty's side. Why don't you just leave it to me."

Xu Huai naturally disagreed, Qi Miao was behind the Qi family, and he couldn't do things that didn't count.

"Go, whose master are you? Qi Miao put me by my side, just doing things for me, what else could be involved?"

It is true that there is no involvement, because of Song Yan and Xu Huaiqing's entangled relationship, there will be no outsiders in the imperial tent, let alone the personal guards coming in, and Song Yan herself is from the personal guards. It's okay for Qi Miao to temper it a bit.

Practicing martial arts is not easy, so Qi Miao might not be able to stretch all his muscles and bones by then, so he has no choice but to walk around the imperial tent.

Song Yan nodded, and he stayed in the tent, watching His Majesty dispatch Qi Miao with a single glance, and then left satisfied under Xu Huaiqing's sharp eyes.

He first went to see his 500 soldiers. Although the number is small, they are his own soldiers trained by himself, which is a handy weapon.Seeing that everyone didn't slack off and was still training in full swing, he thought in his heart that he would add more meat tomorrow, so he couldn't treat his brother badly.

Afterwards, Song Yan took a deep breath, and walked steadily into a medical tent. Because the imperial doctor was fine, Xu Huaiqing ordered the imperial doctor to teach a new batch of disciples to treat the wounded.

There are countless soldiers who died due to lack of medical treatment in the war. If there are enough doctors on the battlefield, it might not be fighting for the survival of the soldiers and adding weight to the big business.

So when Song Yan went in, there was only one imperial physician sitting in charge, and the rest were teaching people to recognize medicinal materials and identify injuries in the open space.

Because everyone in the imperial hospital recognized Song Yan, seeing Song Yan coming in, the only remaining imperial doctor immediately stood up: "I have seen the queen."

Song Yan nodded and approached, seeing no one around, said in a low voice: "I need medicine for abrasions and swelling, and sex."

"Uh……"

"Cough, my skin was scratched and cracked." As if afraid that the imperial doctor would not believe it, Song Yan looked at the imperial doctor with bright eyes, as if she wanted to prove it in an instant.

The imperial doctor looked up, the first step was to look, but there was a man in front of him, so he lowered his head again.

"Okay, wait a moment, empress, I will go get the medicine right now." The imperial doctor turned around and went to find the medicine frankly.

On the contrary, Song Yan was the only one who felt uncomfortable, but he was a dragon after all, when did he become infected with the etiquette, righteousness and shame that belonged to human beings?

The imperial doctor handed over two bottles of medicine, Song Yan put it away before leaving, he calculated clearly, one bottle was given to His Majesty, and the other bottle was kept for himself in case of emergency.

Song Yan went back to the imperial tent again, Xu Huaiqing had a lot of work in his hands, it was not easy to disturb him, but he didn't want to go outside, he thought it was very boring, so he put down the medicine and moved a chair with a backrest and put a mattress on it to lean on comfortably above.

Xu Huaiqing kept writing in his hand: "You are really at ease."

Song Yan knew he was talking about, but he was also innocent: "Is there nothing wrong with the army, Your Majesty still needs to take care of his body."

Xu Huaiqing looked at the thick stack of ledgers in his hand, and felt a stalk in his heart, who wants to be entangled by these sundries, he also wants to kill the enemy directly on the battlefield, isn't it such a pleasure for Yujia to conquer himself.But he didn't dare to really let go of his picks, so that he would be in chaos without others attacking the inside of the barracks.

Xu Huaiqing gritted his teeth quietly, seeing that Song Yan looked comfortable, so he immediately threw an account book to him: "Why is it all right, there are so many things, the queen should do it quickly, and we can dispatch troops as soon as possible."

Now the Huns are silent, I don't know if they want to be a poisonous snake hiding in the dark or something, but Daxing can also take the initiative to find the Huns and fight the first battle directly.

Song Yan was so bored that she took the account book and walked to His Majesty's side, saying without shame, "Your Majesty kisses me, and I will do it with you."

Free and efficient labor is not for nothing, Xu Huaiqing was decisive in doing business at this time, and immediately kissed Song Yan on the cheek, and then retreated to his position and continued to bury it in the account book.

Satisfied, Song Yan moved the chair over and sat side by side with His Majesty's.

Xu Huaiqing and the others brought 20 elite soldiers, plus the original [-] troops in the barracks, so things are complicated now.

The more she looked at the account book, the more surprised Song Yan was. The food consumed by these 30 people a day was an astronomical figure.

The Xiongnu is a nomadic people wandering further north. In recent years, the old Shanyu passed away. The new Shanyu is an ambitious man. Under his leadership, the Huns are getting stronger and stronger, and with them are innocent people in the north Being persecuted, that's why Xu Huaiqing had to fight this battle.

Unless this new chanyu is suppressed to death, or the Xiongnu are dispersed, there will be no peace in the big line, and even if the court does not act as a constant connivance, it will feed the ambitions of this new chanyu.

In the past two days, Song Yan and Xu Huaiqing have been dealing with the affairs of the military barracks, and they have to hurry to get things done.

Song Yan rubbed Xu Huaiqing's wrist: "Take a break, Your Majesty is still too weak."

Xu Huaiqing was so tired that he didn't even bother to roll his eyes. Who would have thought that Song Yan would be so energetic and handle so many military affairs without feeling tired.

Xu Huaiqing insisted on finding love for himself: "Everyone is like you."

If all the 30 troops were replaced by Song Yan, Song Yan would be able to defeat the Xiongnu even if they were to suffer.

"Yes, yes." Song Yan agreed, but she quickly oiled His Majesty's knuckles with her hands, and then rubbed them. She couldn't help but think that His Majesty's hands are really white, but they are too thin. The bones of the hands are good, but they are not With fat, without the fun of being chubby, when can you poke a hole.

Thinking of how His Majesty will be fattened by herself in the future, Song Yan couldn't help but smile and narrow her eyes. Even if Your Majesty becomes fat, he is still a fat man, softer than Yun.

Seeing that Xu Huaiqing was tired, even though it was still afternoon, Song Yan got someone to stuff him into the quilt, and then went to pour Tang Pozi into it.

"Sleep well, I'll go out and do something."

Xu Huaiqing nodded when he heard the words, he would not hide Song Yan's matter from him, so he naturally knew what he was going to do.

Song Yan came out of the imperial tent in casual clothes, greeted each other when she met acquaintances, and then there would be such a scene that everyone who knew him would watch him go to the biggest martial arts arena.

The weirdness of this is naturally that someone sent a war invitation to Song Yan, and he must take a good look at the military power of the emperor's favorite minister.

To put it bluntly, because of intentional or unintentional, Song Yan's close relationship with His Majesty was watched by people who highly respected the imperial power. Naturally, no one would think of going to other places, but the favored minister was convinced because of this.After all, Song Yan has a broad body and a dignified appearance, but your majesty, who can criticize your majesty.

Those who want to be crooked are all crooked themselves first, after all, every big man in the military camp has his family members, his wife and children are hot on the bed, and he is not afraid of the shadow if he is upright.

When Song Yan arrived at Yanwu Nan`Fengchang, he realized that the place is really spacious, and what he was holding in his hand was a stack of battle cards. At this time, the people who made the battle cards gathered together in twos and threes. If it were someone else, they would be rolling wheels. It can make people suffer a lot.

But they met Song Yan.

Song Yan was not afraid, and even had a faint sweetness in her heart. Look, he is the favorite minister of the emperor known to everyone.

Song Yan raised the post, showing her arrogance and shouting loudly: "Who will come first?"

There was a moment of silence on the field, and then more violent cheers. I didn't expect that this person turned out to be a hard stubble. No flesh-and-blood person would not like this style.

A big man with big arms and round waist first stood up panting heavily: "I'm coming!"

As soon as he appeared on the stage, the ground shook and the mountains shook, and he walked over with shocking steps.

The onlookers made a rustling sound. It was obvious that this person had a great reputation and his own strength should not be underestimated.

Song Yan held a big knife and said simply: "Song Yan."

"I'm slaughtered!"

The two went to the arena specially used for fighting. Tu Da's weapon was a mace with a very personal style. Can tie people into blood holes.

Song Yan wanted to fight quickly. Facing such a mountain-like opponent, he did not use skills, but brute force against brute force.

Compared with Tu Da, Song Yan's strength seemed weak, but he really matched up. The sword resisted the mace, and Tu Da's feet seemed to be pinned to the ground. but can't go any further.

On the other hand, Song Yan, neither blushing nor out of breath, was carrying a huge force with the big knife in his hand, even watching Tu Da being pressed down.

Seeing that the brute force he was proud of was not good enough, Tu Da wanted to pick up the skills he spurned all the time, and was ready to surprise him with a swing.

But how could Song Yan give him this chance? On the platform, a hole came out.

Song Yan withdrew the saber, the expression on his face remained unchanged, as if he was unpredictable in front of his soldiers, and the effect was also very bluffing.

Tu Da was immediately taken aback, his already ugly face was now even more colorful, and finally conceded in frustration: "Master Song is really amazing."

Seeing that Tu Da lost, the atmosphere in the audience became even more enthusiastic, urging the next person to come on stage.

Song Yan continued to keep such a face, no matter who was on the other side, he was still so stable, he would suppress with skill, and he would suppress with force, but if he relied on brute force, he would kill one person.It really convinced everyone.

No matter how powerful a person is, they can't survive a few moves under Song Yan's hands, and they definitely haven't beaten him to the heart like he did with His Majesty.

Song Yan was steady from beginning to end, and even became brothers with some of them in the end.

Among them is Tu Da. Song Yan is not stingy in praising talents who are useful to His Majesty. He said to Tu Da: "If you have more strength, I won't be able to hold on. It’s impossible to guard against, and I also have a headache.”

To get a compliment from Song Yan, Tu Da immediately put on a smiling face, there is no such thing as dirty in the martial arts arena.

From now on, Master Song is his best brother, whoever dares to slander him must pass the test of his slaughter first.

This battle made Song Yan famous in the barracks. After all, when fists were talking, no one would say sour words. Otherwise, who would come up to compare with him?

Song Yan happily returned to the imperial tent, and after she got in, she took off her unfathomable mask and went to kiss Xu Huaiqing like a second idiot.

Xu Huaiqing was annoyed by his troubles, covered his head with the quilt, and disappeared.