The Favoured Medical Princess: 522 Coercion

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Fu Yunhe’s wound was not deep after all, so Han Qixia took care of it in a short while. After tying a white cloth on him, she told him: “Have a good rest these days and don’t eat spicy and irritating food... Barbecue, wine, etc., for the time being. All taboos."

Before Fu Yunhe said anything, Yu Xiufan had already slumped his shoulders, and could not hide the disappointment on his face. Alas, it seems that there is no hope for barbecue for the time being, but...

"Xiao Hezi, although you can't eat barbecue, you can't save the meal you promised!" Yu Xiufan said rudely.

"No problem." Fu Yunhe agreed, "Cousin Xia, are you done? Why not come with us to have something to eat."

"Let's go, let's go!" Yu Xiufan couldn't wait to agree, "No matter how busy you are, you still have to let people eat! It's rare that Xiao Hezi has made a great contribution and makes us feel happy, maybe next time It's my turn and Xiao Xizi's turn to treat us."

After spending time together, Chang Huaixi was already used to Yu Xiufan's familiarity and cheekiness... Moreover, the flat food Fu Yunhe invited last time was indeed delicious. Chang Huaixi suddenly felt a little hungry.

In the past, Han Qixia might have had to worry about the defense between men and women, but now she had no worries. After a moment of hesitation, she agreed.

"Let's go! I'll treat you to something delicious." Fu Yunhe greeted warmly, but he didn't say a word in a coquettish way.

Several young people left the wounded barracks with laughter and followed Fu Yunhe.

The four of them didn’t even ride horses, so they walked for a cup of tea and arrived at the place Fu Yunhe was talking about. The sweet and tempting fragrance hit their nostrils...

Han Qixia was stunned and immediately smelled it: "Cousin He, is this roasted sweet potato?"

"Sweet potatoes?" Yu Xiufan asked curiously, as if he didn't know the difference between grains and livestock, "What are sweet potatoes? Why haven't I eaten them before?"

Han Qixia's expression was a little strange and she explained: "Sweet potatoes come from overseas. They are also called sweet potatoes. Because they are easy to grow, farmers in Dayu will also grow some..." Ordinary people mostly use them to feed pigs.

Han Qixia thought about it and felt that it would be better to hide this part. Of course she didn't know about sweet potatoes before, but as Lin Jingchen has been living among ordinary people for more than half a year, she naturally knows these things.

She said implicitly: "The roasted sweet potatoes are quite delicious."

Fu Yunhe tacitly smiled at Han Qixia, with a hint of mischief in his eyes, and shouted to the stall owner with a smile: "Boss, four roasted sweet potatoes, four bowls of sweet potato porridge, plus one more Cold sweet potato leaves."

Roasted sweet potatoes and sweet potato porridge are both ready-made in the stall. After a while, the boss brought them to the table. Only the cold sweet potato leaves need to be boiled in hot water before being seasoned and plated.

Yu Xiufan followed Fu Yunhe's example and peeled off the bark-like skin on the surface of the roasted sweet potato, revealing the golden sweet potato flesh underneath. The heat and sweet smell hit his nose, and Yu Xiufan salivated. I took a bite and it was hot and satisfying.

He devoured the roasted sweet potato without caring about his appearance. In comparison, Chang Huaixi was much more gentle than him, but he still couldn't let go of the "potato".

"Xiao Hezi, you are really good at finding food." Yu Xiufan praised without hesitation, "You are just a gourmet."

"That's natural." Fu Yunhe raised his chin proudly, "When you go out, you already keep everything simple, why don't you let yourself eat something good?"

Yu Xiufan looked like he was taught something, nodded, and drank the sweet potato porridge.

Han Qixia, who was eating roasted sweet potatoes through a green handkerchief, tilted her head slightly, and a smile flashed under her long eyelashes.

Cousin He is still like that, seemingly informal, but he has his own persistence.

She and Fu Yunhe are cousins, and they played together when they were children. However, men and women sat on different seats when they were seven years old. As they grew older, they naturally drifted apart... I still vaguely remember when I was a child, I don't know who deliberately laughed at Fu Yunhe for liking him. Eating the sweet-scented osmanthus cake that girls love to eat attracted ridicule and laughter from others, but Fu Yunhe said nonchalantly: "As long as it tastes good! Men and women are not divided into what they eat..." He also called the other party childish, and then continued to go his own way.

Thinking about it, the smile in Han Qixia's eyes grew stronger. Although everyone has grown up now, they are still the same person in their hearts.

The four of them ate roasted sweet potatoes, drank sweet potato porridge, and then ate refreshing cold sweet potato leaves to relieve the sweetness.

Yu Xiufan wiped his mouth and said jokingly: "Xiao Hezi, why don't I just follow you from now on and just worry about my stuttering."

Fu Yunhe glanced at him with feigned disgust, shook his head and said, "No! After raising you, wouldn't I have to support your wife, your son, your grandson..."

Chang Huaixi couldn't suppress his laughter anymore, turned his face to the side, and his shoulders were shaking.

They were talking and joking when, from a distance, they saw a group of people escorting two carriages heading this way, and they couldn't help but be attracted to their attention.

Although the distance was still too far to clearly see the clothes and descriptions of the entourage, Fu Yunhe knew from the appearance of the carriage that it was used by the military. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Could it be that Luo Yuecheng sent supplies here? ?"

Yu Xiufan and Chang Huaixi also looked at each other.

The two carriages gradually approached, and you could see that the escorts on dozens of tall horses were wearing light soft armor. They were indeed the Southern Xinjiang Army.

The leader was a dark-faced man with a cold face, as if he would not let strangers in.

Hey, he’s still an acquaintance!

Fu Yunhe couldn't help but laugh. Before he could say hello to the other party, the other party also saw him. He pulled the horse's rope to slow down the horse and shouted in surprise: "Master Fu, this is really a coincidence." Then, he turned over and dismounted, and saw Han Qixia sitting next to Fu Yunhe, with an even more surprised expression, "Miss Han, you are here too... Doesn't that mean that Mr. Lin is also in Yanding City?"

"Yes." Fu Yunhe smiled and replied for Han Qixia, "Old Mrs. Lin and cousin Xia happened to be collecting herbs nearby. When my eldest brother and I met them, we simply invited them to stay in Yanding City temporarily. Zhou Dacheng, What are you here for..."

"I am here to deliver medicine on the orders of Old General Tian." Zhou Dacheng answered with his fists clasped, winking and winking at Fu Yunhe.

Fu Yunhe immediately understood that his sister-in-law should be delivering medicine here in the name of Tian He.

"My cousin and I have to go back to the garrison anyway. How about you give us a ride?" Fu Yunhe said with a smile.

Zhou Dacheng naturally agreed and asked the two accompanying soldiers to give up their horses to Han Qixia and Fu Yunhe, and they sat next to the coachman.

The carriage continued to move forward, and then gradually moved away... After a while, Yu Xiufan shouted sadly: "Oops, I forgot to ask Xiao Hezi to give me the money." He was just joking, saying that he had already I paid a few copper coins and settled the bill.

A group of carriages and horses came directly to the garrison mansion, and Zhou Dacheng and Fu Yunhe went to the outer study to meet Xiao Yi.

"Your Majesty," Zhou Dacheng clasped his fists respectfully and said, "This time, the Imperial Concubine ordered her subordinates to deliver more than 10,000 pills, fifty pills in a small porcelain bottle, a total of two hundred and one bottles. The rest are being produced in a hurry."

Xiao Yi pondered for a moment and said: "In recent times, the number of people who are not accustomed to the local environment has increased unabated. Ten thousand pills can only solve a temporary emergency. Go back and ask General Tian to prepare more." He deliberately " The four words "General Tian" are emphasized in volume.

"Yes, the Crown Prince." Zhou Dacheng clasped his fists and accepted the order. He actually didn't quite understand why the Crown Prince didn't inform the Crown Princess directly.

In other words, the medicine sent this time is to treat acclimatization? Big brother is indeed prepared! Fu Yunhe on the side raised his eyebrows and said to himself: It seems that his estimate is good. The eldest brother posted notices in the city and stirred up troops. He really had an ulterior motive.

What a pity, what a pity, I happened to go out and missed half of the good show... Fortunately, there is still the most important second half to watch!

Xiao Yi then looked at Fu Yunhe, "Xiao Hezi, go and tell Li Shoubei that the medicine from Luo Yuecheng has arrived, and ask him to distribute it to the Youyou camp, Xianden camp and Xuanfeng camp first, so that they can If you feel unwell, take medicine immediately."

"Yes, brother."

Fu Yunhe took the order and left. Before he could get out of the house, he heard his eldest brother's impatient voice: "Zhou Dacheng, where are my things?"

The implication of those words is clearly that, quickly take out the things that sister-in-law brought privately!

Fu Yunhe couldn't help but grin.

It’s great to be like a big brother and sister-in-law! Presumably Liu Niang and A Xin are doing well too, right?

Fu Yunhe only sighed for a moment before his mind turned to business and hurried to find Li Shoubei.

At dusk that day, the medicines were scattered around and distributed to each battalion. After being divided into three battalions, there were only 200 bottles left for each battalion. Of course, it was impossible to give one bottle to each person. You can first give each person a bottle and leave the medicine to the chief for safekeeping for the time being.

But that's it, the soldiers are happy enough.

Over the past few days, some colleagues I know have developed symptoms of acclimatization. Although it is not life-threatening, it has put a lot of pressure on other soldiers in the camp. I always wonder if it will be my turn next. .

As soon as a short commander returned to the cruising camp after taking the medicine, his soldiers surrounded him and said in a hurry:

"Chief, have you got the medicine? I don't think there is much medicine."

"Look at her smiling like a flower, she must have got it."

"Then I'll feel at ease."

"..."

"Finally there is medicine." One of the fat men said in a loud voice, "I have been having trouble eating and sleeping these past few days. I am afraid that I will be the one who gets infected tomorrow!"

The mustache beside the fat man was also in a much more relaxed mood. He was in the mood to joke and said: "Fat man Hong, I am thin and weak. Even if I get sick, it is my turn first. Look at how well-developed your limbs are. , can’t get sick."

"Fat Hong, he said you have strong limbs but a simple mind!" Another soldier also came over to join in the fun.

A group of people were chatting and laughing, and the entire cruising camp suddenly felt a lot more relaxed, as did the first camp and the front selection camp.

It's not dark yet, not only the soldiers stationed in Yanding City know about it, but also most of the people in the city, and they all feel as if a huge boulder has fallen from their hearts. The soldiers of the Southern Xinjiang Army have recovered. , Only then can the people of Yanding City get better!

One message spreads to ten, ten to a hundred, a hundred to a thousand...

Unknowingly, it spread outside the city...

In the prisoner of war camp, the Nanliang prisoners wearing heavy shackles were swaying and sleeping, snoring loudly. The prisoners of Nanliang who surrendered were now assigned to the two cities of Yanding and Yongjia to build cities. Especially Yanding City, a new barbican city is being built on the outskirts, and it is even more in need of manpower. These prisoners have to work for at least nine hours every day, and everyone is exhausted. In addition to working, Between eating and sleeping, I almost have no energy to do anything else. I think about other things, and every day passes by in a daze...

At this time, two soldiers from the Southern Xinjiang Army in armor came to take over with the soldiers guarding outside the camp. One of the tall soldiers opened the curtain and scanned the camp, silently counted the number of people, and faced the black The thin companion nodded: "The number of people is correct, they all sleep like dead pigs."

"I'm exhausted, let's go back and sleep first..." The original two soldiers yawned and were about to leave. The bearded one among them suddenly stopped again and turned around to ask the tall soldier , "Old Su, I heard that Luo Yuecheng sent medicine here today? Did you get any?"

"How can that be impossible!" the tall soldier said helplessly, "Recently, the number of people in the Cruising Camp, the First Deng Camp and the Selected Front Camp are the most acclimatized, so basically all the medicines delivered this time were sent there. , but I heard from the boss that Luo Yuecheng is still rushing to produce a batch of new medicines, which will be sent to Yanding City soon, and then everyone will no longer have to worry..."

"Then I'm afraid we have to wait for three to five days." Bearded Hu sighed, "I have to be careful lately. Last time I went to the wounded barracks, I saw several people who had been vomiting and diarrhea for two or three days, and they were losing weight fast. Invisible!"

"Let's go quickly." The bearded companion urged impatiently, "I have to go back to sleep."

The two soldiers walked away as they spoke, and the surroundings became quiet again. Only the two who were left to take over the shift stayed outside the camp, listening to the snores in the camp from time to time.

The tall soldier complained angrily: "These Nanliang people sleep well!"

None of them noticed that there was a person in the tent who was facing the tent and suddenly opened his eyes. A pair of deep and dark eyes were full of haze. It was Langma, the Nine Kings of Nanliang.

A cold and cunning smile appeared on the corner of Langma's mouth, with a hint of excitement, a hint of pride, and a hint of impatience.

Those stupid Dayu people, he wants to see how long they can laugh. He will definitely repay the humiliation they inflicted on him!

Now, the Southern Xinjiang Army has stepped into their trap of Nanliang... This day is not far away!

Lang Ma closed his eyes again, as if he could see the scene when Southern Xinjiang was captured by his Nanliang army...

The night passed quickly amidst the snoring of everyone, and before I knew it, it was dark again outside.

"Get up, get up quickly!"

"Get to work quickly!"

"Hurry, hurry, hurry..."

In the impatient urging of the soldiers guarding the prison camp, the Nanliang prisoners in several camps were called up. They put on their outer robes indiscriminately and went to the river to wash up casually. , and then each person took a celadon bowl and poured a bowl of rice soup, and they were driven out of the city to work like a flock of sheep by the soldiers.

The construction site where Weng City was built was a mess, with bricks and sand everywhere. Although it was still early, there were already many people on the construction site.

In addition to the Nanliang prisoners who worked, there were also many civilians in Yanding City, but the civilians' work was much easier than that of the Nanliang prisoners. They only had to cook for three and a half hours a day, and they also took care of their three meals.

Therefore, most of the civilians who come to work here are very active. They rush to the construction site early every morning. On the one hand, they want to build the Wengcheng quickly, and on the other hand, they also want to save some food for their families.

At this time, there was still a cup of tea before it was time to start work, and most people were sitting on the ground or on rocks chatting... Among a group of civilians dressed in rough cloth, a young man wearing a green robe seemed a bit outstanding. He didn't talk to anyone, but stood far away alone, looking at everyone with a bit of disdain.

Nine King Langma pretended to be sitting on the ground drinking rice soup, but the corner of his eye was secretly focused on the young master.

Lang Ma knew that the other party’s name was Qiao Shenyu, and he didn’t know which prince he was from. He was sent to the army for training, but he was unsatisfactory. He didn’t know what the errand was, so he was sent to the place where the urn city was built. To do hard work.

After this Qiao Shenyu came, he complained at one time and was tired at another, and put on a lot of airs. Within a few days, he offended all the Dayu civilians and Dayu soldiers who were responsible for supervising the work. No one would pay attention to it on weekdays. he.

Lang Ma pretended to casually complain to Qiao Shenyu for a few words, and finally managed to talk to him. These days, because she could agree to a few words with him, the relationship between the two gradually became more harmonious. Every day They would chat for a while - but Qiao Shenyu knew that he was a prisoner of Nanliang, so he just complained to him and talked about how bad Yanding City was, but he didn't want to talk to him about anything else...

Langma didn't expect to know any confidential military information from Qiao Shenyu. He just felt that Qiao Shenyu was probably a chess piece that could be used.

After drinking the last sip of rice soup, Langma stood up abruptly, intending to go over to say hello and talk to Qiao Shenyu, but unexpectedly there was a sudden commotion around him.

I don’t know who pointed in the direction of the official road and shouted: "It sounds like the sound of horse hooves... someone is coming!"

Several soldiers from the Southern Xinjiang Army who were supervising the work nearby gathered around. Some of them held the hilts of their knives vigilantly to watch over the prisoners, while others also looked in the direction of the incoming person.

I saw seven or eight people riding tall horses galloping in the direction of Yanding City. At first glance, these knights were dressed as Nanliang people.

The Nanliang prisoners were all in high spirits. One of the dark-skinned Nanliang soldiers shouted excitedly: "It must be Commander Ikaro who sent envoys here!"

"Great, the commander must save us!"

"..."

The faces of those thin and haggard Nanliang soldiers were all shining, and their originally dull eyes were filled with hope.

Only Langma was neither happy nor angry, nor anxious nor alarmed, with a glimmer of unknown meaning flashing in her dark and deep eyes.

"Quiet, please be quiet!" a senior official shouted sharply.

The surroundings became quiet again. At the same time, the seven or eight Nanliang envoys had arrived about ten feet away from the Yanding City Gate. The guards on the city wall had long noticed that Nanliang people were approaching. A group of archers quickly stood by, their arrows shining coldly in the sun aimed at the Nanliang envoy below the city gate.

The Nanliang envoys who came this time were still a group headed by Tu Wugu.

Last time, Tu Wugu came here with full confidence, thinking that he could take advantage of the peace talks between the two countries to make meritorious deeds. Who knew that the prince of Zhennan was so insufferable that he did not even have the opportunity to enter the city for detailed talks? To himself, he had no choice but to return to Denli City in despair, losing face in front of Marshal Ikaro and other generals.

This time, when he saw that Marshal Ikaro planned to send another envoy to Yanding City, Tu Wugu immediately took the initiative to ask for help, intending to wash away his shame.

Tu Wu Gu raised his eyes and looked upward, and said loudly: "I am Tu Wu Gu, the envoy of Nanliang Commander Ikaro. I came here on my commander's orders to see the Prince of Zhennan to discuss the exchange of the Nine Kings!"

On the high city wall, a young captain who was responsible for guarding the city gate looked down at Tu Wugu and others with cold eyes, and said angrily: "Our prince has said that we will not accept any negotiation except surrendering and returning the city. ! The last time I spared your life, did you have to taste the feeling of being pierced by thousands of arrows?!"

His face was shrouded in frost, and there was undisguised sarcasm in his tone.

Tu Wu Gu was so angry that he held his breath in his chest, but when he thought of the purpose of his trip, he suppressed it again. He raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth and thought to himself: These Dayu people really think that Nanliang is afraid of them!

Last time I was so angry that I wanted to sit down and have a peace talk with them, but they refused to drink the fine wine, so this time I was not polite.

Tu Wugu shouted loudly: "I have been ordered by my commander to come here to convey a message. If the prince of Zhennan agrees to exchange the nine kings, then the war between the two countries can be discussed. Otherwise, our Nanliang army will come to the city in the future. time!"