[Comprehensive Martial Arts] Daoist Mo's Whisk

"I don't know." Master Mei pointed down at a burly man who was rushing here, "but he must know. This is Deputy General Shi of the Hexi Army, the right-hand man of General Mu."

Deputy General Shi ran up to the watchtower out of breath, and approached with a smile all over his face: "President Bao is coming, why don't you tell me in advance, let's—"

Zhan Zhao held Tang Yuandao in his arms, and blocked Bao Zheng intentionally or unintentionally.

Bao Zheng frowned, and interrupted Deputy General Shi's courteous words in great displeasure: "Where is General Mu? As the chief general, the soldiers are training, but he is not there. What kind of soldiers are you training?"

Deputy General Shi smiled apologetically: "General Mu, he is not feeling well. He probably caught a cold. You also know that people with good health either don't get sick, but once they get sick, it's a big deal! This saying goes well, Sickness comes like a mountain..."

"Oh?" Bao Zheng glanced at Deputy General Shi majestically, "In that case, please trouble General Shi to take me to see General Mu. I have two genius doctors here, maybe he will be cured after just a sip of wine." .”

Bao Zheng was actually just making fun of Mo Qi, but Deputy General Shi didn't know it, he thought Bao Zheng was expressing his dissatisfaction, and suddenly broke out in cold sweat: "This, this...the last general will guide you here." I secretly said sorry in my heart, and decided to play it safe.

Under the guidance of Deputy General Shi, everyone walked all the way to the general's camp.

Gong Jiu held on to the folding fan leisurely, walked at the back of the crowd, and followed Mo Qi step by step.When he walked to the general's camp, he passed by the tent of Deputy General Shi, and a pale soldier stumbled out of it. The moment he saw Deputy General Shi, the last bit of blood faded from his mouth, he quickly lowered his head, and walked towards the direction of the army drill. Walk.

Gong Jiu narrowed his eyes slightly.

He glanced at Mo Qi, and sure enough, he saw that this seemingly unreasonable but extremely sensitive bully was also watching the little soldier leave.

Deputy General Shi stood still outside the general's tent, and shouted at the top of his voice, "Lord Bao is here!"

Immediately, the sound of iron basins falling and the rustling of clothes were heard from the tent.

Zhan Zhao took a look at Bao Zheng's livid face, and easily pushed aside Deputy General Shi who was blocking the tent opening and was still trying to delay the time.

Deputy General Shi was at least twice as big as Zhan Zhao, and when Zhan Zhao slapped him like a chicken, he took a few steps back before standing still.Just as he was stunned for a moment, the crowd had already filed in, and they all walked into the tent.

Deputy General Shi, who was left behind, said with a rough voice, as if on purpose: "Oh, I have already persuaded you, Mr. Bao!"

I don't know who the voice was speaking to.

However, there was nothing shady in General Mu's tent as Bao Zheng thought.

The general himself was lying on the bed half asleep and half awake, his face was flushed with illness, and his lips were chapped and peeled. It seemed that he was really burned.Seeing Bao Zheng, he struggled to stand up with his arms propped up, but was stopped by Bao Zheng's quick steps, and he lay back on the simple and messy camp bed.

A lot of water was sprinkled on the bed quilt, and the little soldier who accidentally knocked over the copper basin didn't care to salute, fearing that the general's illness would be worsened, so he quickly brought another new quilt and covered it with the wet quilt Only then did he pull out the already drenched quilt, held it in his arms with difficulty, and saluted Bao Zheng and others: "My lords."

Deputy General Shi said angrily, "I asked you to dress up General Mu. You can't even hold a water basin steady? If General Mu gets sicker, why don't you block the million-strong Xixia army across the Xiliang River?"

Mo Qi raised his eyes involuntarily, and took a look at Deputy General Shi.

The other party was angry, and his square face was full of honesty, as if he had no other intentions.But Mo Qi always felt that Vice General Shi's words were to remind them both openly and secretly that the current Hexi Army cannot do without General Mu, and Hexi cannot do without Hexi Army, so they had better not touch General Mu—or the Hexi Army. Any matter as well.

General Mu was so burned that he was in a daze. He was a man of strong bones, his eyes were red from the heat, and tears flowed down from the corners of his eyes unconsciously.You can hardly imagine from his appearance at this moment, that he is holding a red-tasseled gun, riding a tall horse and fighting the Xixia people.According to Bao Zheng's memory, General Mu's height should be about the same as Mo Daochang's, and the appearance of curling up slightly on the bed at this moment seems a bit small and fragile.

In the face of epidemics, people are always so small and fragile.

When Bao Zheng saw General Mu's sick appearance, the anger in his heart disappeared immediately. He sat down beside the marching bed, looked at General Mu with concern, and said, "What's going on here? Why did you suddenly get sick?"

Deputy General Shi rolled his eyes, turned his head and sternly said to the little soldier who had been hanging his head and holding the quilt and dared not leave: "Ask you! You have always taken care of General Mu's clothes, why did you take care of him when he was sick?! I don’t even look at what time it is now, General Mu is sick, what will Hexi do, if the Xixia army comes, what will the tens of millions of people behind us do?!”

"..." Deputy General Shi's words were so loud that even Tang Yuandao could appreciate some deep meaning inside, but Bao Zheng was someone who could be driven away with just a hint?

Bao Zheng paid no heed to Vice General Shi's words, and said softly to the soldier: "What's your name? What position do you take in the army? Put down the quilt in your hand and raise your head. All good men in Song Dynasty should be Hold your head high."

Hearing this, Xiao Bing hurriedly put the quilt in a mess in his arms into the basket beside him, straightened his chest, raised his head and said, "My name is Hua Jiang, and I am General Mu's messenger. Order from the general!"

Tang Yuandao put his arms around Zhan Zhao's neck and let out a small wow.

There is no other reason, it is just because the appearance of the flower general is too good-looking, the word "beautiful as a peach and plum" should not be used to describe a man, but looking at the face of the flower general, the word "beautiful as a peach and plum" is just right.

Huajiang looked at the famous Bao Qingtian with a pair of peach blossom eyes. Because of his excitement, a little pink appeared on his jade-like face, which looked as beautiful as peach petals soaked in water: "In the past, I was bullied because of my looks. During the march, everyone was unwilling to partner with me, and it was General Mu who reminded me to be a messenger, which made me useful in the land of Hexi." He smiled joyfully, and on the right cheek There was even a sweet dimple, "The general's kindness, the flower general can't repay. I only hope that one day, if Xixia soldiers dare to enter our Song soil, the flower general will be able to go to the battlefield and take down the head of the Xixia people. Give General Mu a hand in his triumphant return!"

These last few sentences, Hua Jiang said very sonorously, fists clenched, obviously very excited.

Bao Zheng couldn't help being moved. Hua Jiang was in the Hexi Army, just like a fluffy and warm puppy accidentally mixed into a pack of wild wolves, with an innocence and sincerity that was not destroyed by the battle.

General Mu, who had been lying on the hospital bed, coughed a few times, and said in a hoarse voice: "I originally wanted to invite Prime Minister Bao and the lieutenant soldiers to have a drink together, which would surely boost the morale of the army. It's a pity that my health is not up to par. I'm afraid I won't be able to make it to tonight's dinner."

Bao Zheng frowned: "The general is already so ill, how can Bao Zheng be in the mood to go to the banquet? Even if Bao Zheng is in the mood, can other soldiers in the army be in the mood?"

General Mu sighed: "Actually, I'm not seriously ill, I just caught a cold accidentally. As long as I rest and sweat profusely under the quilt, I'll be fine."

General Mu hesitated for a moment: "The last general is really unwell right now, Mr. Bao..."

Bao Zheng immediately said: "Then Bao Zheng will leave without disturbing the general's rest."

General Mu forced a smile: "If it's better at night, I'll definitely go to the magistrate's office, pick up the package and go to the restaurant for a gathering!"

When General Mu said this, Bao Zheng didn't pay much attention.Vice-General Shi was right in saying that illness comes like a mountain and goes away like a silk thread. General Mu has been burnt like that, so how can he recover in an afternoon?

But in the evening, General Mu really brought his generals to the magistrate's office to welcome Bao Zheng.

"Is this all right, General?" Gongsun Ce looked at General Mu, who was obviously much more energetic, in surprise, and said while holding a notebook.

Just now he was exchanging with Mo Qi the healing method of fighting poison with poison, Mo Qi knew so many strange poisons, Gongsun Ce couldn't remember them for a while, so he took a notebook and wrote them down in a clumsy way.

The redness on General Mu's face has almost subsided, and it seems that the fever has almost subsided.Gongsun Ce stretched out his hand to check General Mu's pulse, but General Mu dodged it embarrassedly, and said: "It's just a minor illness, it's not a problem, don't need to look at it, don't need to look at it."

Gongsun Ce didn't force it anymore: "Although it looks great, the general still needs to be careful. At the banquet tonight, you should not drink alcohol, general."

General Mu laughed a few times, and he could still hear a little hoarseness: "You should obey Mr. Gongsun's orders."

The patients came to greet them in person, and it was to boost the morale of the army, so Bao Zheng couldn't refuse.They returned to the mansion in the afternoon and had settled down for the salute and lodging. Originally, Bao Zheng was going to take people to look at the corpse at night, but General Mu and his men came, so Bao Zheng had to temporarily change the route, and went to the Hexi Restaurant with the generals.

Although Hexi is more chaotic than Yumenguan, it is the chaotic place that is the easiest to make a fortune.The owner of this Hexi restaurant is running a business in the flames of war, and the restaurant built from scratch, at least from the outside, is no worse than the restaurants in the south of the Yangtze River.

Wine, good wine, is indeed the most popular among men.Especially the soldiers who have experienced life and death on the battlefield love spirits even more.There is only one kind of wine in the restaurant, which is loved by both Xixia people and Hexi people, and it is the most common kind of burning knife.

When the wine enters the intestines, there is only one word, strong!

Bao Zheng has been around the wine market for a long time, but Zhan Zhao is not. He prefers softer and longer wine. He is a bit superior when he drinks with a burning knife. Gongsun Ce helps him block the wine. Mr.'s fair face doesn't even blush, compared to Zhan Zhao who is already flushed, he is simply a hero in wine.Mei Ji, who was also a master, was full of admiration.

The lady Le who was pouring wine at the side exclaimed: "Mr. is enjoying the wine!"

At first they played the zither and the flute elegantly to add to the fun, later Zhan Zhao specially asked the servant to set up a small table for them, they couldn't refuse, so they sat down in the inner room and ate together.

At this time, some Le Niang, who is also good at drinking, had already drunk a little bit, crying and hugging her sisters: "We cheap people, life is really hard! It's a day to survive. Even if you can get married When you go to a wealthy family and are bought back, who knows how long you can be pampered? Look, Sister Gao, Sister Xi...which one of them was not carried back by a table full of gold, silver and jewels, but Now? Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

Le Niang, who was hugged by the drunken Qin Niang, quickly stood up, supported her sister, and apologized to the nobles on the side: "My sister is drunk, and there is no one to tell the door. The matter of the back house has flattened the ears of all distinguished guests, so I will take my leave."

When she left with Miss Le, the one who was so drunk was still muttering drunkenly, which could be heard from a distance: "...you say, what a cruel heart, she is pregnant with a child If you don’t want it, then give it back to us, Le Yilou, we can still take care of it, how can we drive people away in the middle of winter! Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh… Good person, Gao Send it back happily, only two dead souls, one big and one small, are left..."

Mo Qi was a little silent.

In the wing room, there are promising men who are full of wine and can control their own destiny; outside the wing room, are happy girls who have gone away sadly and alone.

Under the bright lights, the wine cups are empty and the cups and plates are messy.

Deputy General Shi was already drunk, and seeing Gongsun Ce's unmoving expression, he slammed the table and said, "Drink!"

He held up another large bowl of wine and looked up to drink it.

A flame suddenly lit up outside the Hexi Restaurant.

Mo Qi's hand started to go in the direction of Fuchen.

Gong Jiu also put down the wine glass in his hand, and his eyes that had been clear all the time slashed out the window with a sharp and sharp gaze like a blade.

The servant who served the dishes rushed in hastily.

"The mob! There are mobs coming to make trouble! They are all gathered below!"

Holding torches, the ferocious mobs broke into the restaurant, all the way into the restaurant, robbing things they caught, smashing those who couldn't move them, beating people up first when they caught them, and shouting "see if he's a stranger" after beating them. People", laughing wildly and viciously, tearing the clothes of the restaurant guests.

The leading team went straight to the best wing of the Hexi Restaurant, kicked open the door of the wing, and rushed in. They saw half-drunk alcoholics, and sitting directly opposite the gate, a few of them looked like heavenly beings Confucian shirt man.

Zhan Zhao hugged Tang Yuandao well, looked at the leader, and said secretly to Mo Qi: "Red beaded, fur shawl, dressed like this, he looks like a Xixia person. Guess he is a real Xixia survivor, or A clown who sells dog meat and wants to sow discord?"

The leader curled up his lips mockingly, and pointed at the men in Confucian shirts who were sitting safely on the table: "Arrest them all, and strip them off for me! Look at the girls, say no!" It must be a disgusting alien!"