The Little Medical Concubine of the God of War

Ji Xiaoyao looked at the man on the bed with an unpredictable look, and didn't ask any more.

After eating, Ji Xiaoyao went up and inspected the city wall. When he came back, he saw Xu Zhimo slowly wanting to get up, but he spent nearly a month on the sickbed. How could he be able to walk around so quickly? After a few moments, I found that I didn't have much energy, I could only sit back on the bed somewhat dejectedly.

"I've said it all, when you get better, you can go where you want to go, whatever you want, what are you anxious about now!"

Ji Xiaoyao looked at him with an indifferent look. There was really no way he could do it. Sometimes he really felt that the princess and him were alike. No matter what happened, they had an indifferent look. It seemed that nothing could provoke them. Emotions.

Worthy of being a dear cousin.

"How is it outside? I want to see the snow."

Xu Zhimo just looked at Ji Xiaoyao like that, and he was itchy to see Ji Xiaoyao like that. How could anyone be so...

After thinking for a long time, Ji Xiaoyao found him a fox fur to put on Xu Zhimo, wrapped the person on the bed tightly, and squatted down with his back facing him.

"Come up." Ji Xiaoyao's voice sounded, with a little overbearing feeling.

"Are you carrying me?" Xu Zhimo's voice finally fluctuated, as if he couldn't believe it.

"……Ok."

The man on the bed smiled and moved slowly, with his hands hooked on his shoulders, and the whole person lying on his back. Ji Xiaoyao felt that the people behind had come up completely, and a pair of strong hands clasped him. Bend his leg a little bit above, the whole person stood up and turned upside down to make sure that he would not fall or slide down. Then he got up and walked outside.

Ji Xiaoyao couldn't open the door with his hands, and simply kicked the door open. The little servant who was waiting outside saw Ji Xiaoyao and Mr. Xu on his back. It was unavoidable that he was surprised. What is this going to do?

"Go and bring the recliner here." Ji Xiaoyao looked at the young man and ordered.

"Yes, son." Xiaosi left, but he was thinking that he had wronged the prince before. It turned out that it was not what the prince and son Xu had, but what the son of Ji and son Xu had.

Xu Zhimo has been bored in the house for almost a month. This time he came out and saw the sky, and he felt like a world away. When he was fine before, Xu Zhimo liked to sit on a wicker chair under the grape rack, reading a book, and drinking. Tea, now I feel a little uncomfortable for a while.

Soon the young man moved the wicker chair over and put it in the yard. Ji Xiaoyao asked the young man to spread a thick blanket on it, and then he carefully put down Xu Zhimo.

"Take you out to have a look, but it's too cold outside, so I'll go back later."

Xu Zhimo nodded, looked at the snowy surroundings, and looked at the very white sky.

"I didn't expect the real heavy snow to be like this. It seems that what I saw in Zhongyuan was just a fur."

"Yes, no matter how big the snow in Shengjing is, it won't be like this, like goose feathers, and the snow in Shengjing is gray, but the snow here is pure white."

"It's so beautiful." Xu Zhimo replied nonchalantly, but stared at Ji Xiaoyao, not knowing who he was talking about.

"...Yes...It's pretty." Ji Xiaoyao stuttered inexplicably when he was stared at.

Xu Zhimo looked at the corners of his very gentle mouth with a curve, as if missing the past, as if telling a story to him, said,

"When I was young, my father and mother took our three brothers to play in the mansion in Shengjing. At that time, there were grape trellis in the mansion. In winter, when it snows, there will be a white layer on the grape trellis. We will be in the mansion. I was really happy when I made snowmen and throwing snowballs in it. Even Jedi’s life was good, but later... "Xu Zhimo paused for a while, apparently thinking of something bad, and let out a sigh of breath before continuing. "Later, the family left the capital, and only Zhizhou remained in the capital. When it came to the south, it was rare to see snowflakes."

Ji Xiaoyao had heard more or less what happened in their family, and he was a little bit annoyed secretly. He wanted to let people come out to relax, but he unexpectedly reminded him of the sad things, and just wanted to say sorry.

"It's all over, you don't have to be sorry."

"...The murderer must be found." Ji Xiaoyao really didn't know how to comfort him. If this kind of thing happened to him, he would go crazy.

"Well, you're right, right, where's Yue'er?"

"The princess and Qin Xiang are together. With Qin Xiang's temperament, the princess must not be free."

"The minion has seen the two sons." A man with the appearance of a small servant walked in with a bowl.

"what's up?"

"Back to the son, this is the medicine that the princess asked the slave to drink for the son."

Ji Xiaoyao reached out and took it, "Go down."

"I want to drink the medicine again? Can I not drink it, I feel that I am already well." Xu Zhimo's brows were frowned tightly. He thought that even if it was finished after the session, he didn't expect to drink the medicine.

"You still have surplus toxins in your body. If you don't take the medicine, these surplus toxins can't be exhausted, and then you will get a serious illness."

In this way, after Xu Zhimo finally sat outside for a while, Ji Xiaoyao took him back to the house and returned to his bed.

Ji Xiaoyao stirred the bowl of black medicine that seemed to be harmful to humans. He really didn't know what to say. The medicine of the Fuzhong doctor was indeed a bit bitter, but compared with this bowl, it was really not considered. What, because he just stirred it twice, and he felt that the bitterness hit the brain directly, making people clear and bright.

Just thinking about it, Ji Xiaoyao decisively took out three candied fruit and put them in front of Xu Zhimo, and said, "Drink the medicine."

"...Do you really want to drink it?"

"I feed you."

"Really want to drink?"

"If you don't drink it, you will get cold."

Xu Zhimo looked like he was facing a big enemy. He didn't use a spoon. He pinched his nose. Just this season, Xiaoyao was holding a bowl of medicine and drank a bowl of medicine. Ji Xiaoyao wanted to say that it was amazing.

But before he finished talking, he saw Xu Zhimo's face that was about to wrinkle together. The future master Xu, who is very Buddhist, was uncharacteristic this time. He reached out and put the candied fruit in front of him in his mouth for a long time Time finally returned to normal appearance.

The first sentence that Ji Xiaoyao asks after slowing down is that this is really the antidote? He felt like he was about to die.

"..." He also doubted whether this was a medicine at all, but the medicine prescribed by the princess herself, of course, would not harm his brother.

Xu Zhimo sighed heavily, "Bring me the book."

He has to read the book calmly and calmly. Don't take this medicine a second time, otherwise he wonders if he can survive the past few days.

Ji Xiaoyao took the book he often reads, glanced at it, and didn't understand what it was. It didn't look like a book like the Four Books and Five Classics, but rather like a book about the Art of War. Ji Xiaoyao reads it. There are a lot of books on art of war, but I have never seen this one alone.

I couldn't help but be a little curious, what did he do with the art of war?

"Do you like to watch the art of war?"

"It's just entertainment." Xu Zhimo's answer seemed perfunctory to him.

...

"Where is Master Ji?" Upstairs, Qin Sheng found out that he hadn't seen Ji Xiaoyao after explaining the matter.

"General, Master Ji returned to the general's mansion, saying that he had gone to take care of the sick."

"..." He shouldn't ask, he always smelled an inexplicable sour smell, the maidservant in the General's Mansion, do you want anything, are you swift? Will you take care of others? Why do you have to take care of it yourself.

"General, do you want to call Master Ji back?"

"...No need, let the order go on. From today on, as long as you find Bei Di's spies, you should report to them immediately, but don't do anything at will. Do you understand?"

"Subordinates take orders!"

...

"Yue'er, what are you doing?" Qin Xiang leaned on the collapse of the room, watching Yun Ziyue tinkering there constantly, and couldn't help but ask.

"Of course it's a good thing, do you want to have a good fight with Bei Di?"

"Of course I thought about it!" Qin Xiang's eyes lit up when he heard this. As long as they can fight it openly, they promised that they wouldn't know the mother who beat Bei Di's grandsons.

"But Bei Di has that kind of disgusting stuff, how can I fight it?"

Qin Xiang lay back on the soft collapse, very distressed and depressed.

Yun Ziyue blinked and smiled, "How about making our Xianger happy this time?"

"Huh? Really? There is a way for Yue'er to subdue these disgusting living dead?" Qin Xiang's eyes flashed sharply, with an expression of ecstasy on his face.

"Uniform? No, no, no. Why don't we make good use of such a good resource?"

"Use? How to use? Those living dead seem to only listen to the great witches of Nanling. Can we really use them for our own use?"

"Of course I use this!" Yun Ziyue shook the thing in his hand, motioning her to look.

"What is this?" Qin Xiang was very curious. In her opinion, this was a small bottle of powder with a weird shape like a leaf?

"This, of course, is something that can drive the living dead. Xianger will go and call Master Ji and your eldest brother."

"Okay." Qin Xiang slipped up and opened the door to ask someone to go.

After a while, both of them arrived in the chamber, and Yun Ziyue had already been sitting there.

"I have seen the princess, princess, you call us?"

"Well, sit down."

Two people were seated on both sides of the table. Yun Ziyue didn't directly say how to overcome the living dead.

"Do you two now have any way to defeat the enemy?" Yun Ziyue asked with a smile.

Both of them are silent. If they can find a good way, they will not be passively defending now. When did the Long Xiangjun be so depressed, but this is the case. The living dead are not one or two, there are many, many. They can't take the lives of these soldiers and pile them up.

The two did not speak for a while, and looked at each other.

"Wang Hao, is there any good way?" Ji Xiaoyao asked this sentence.

"I can't talk about a good way, just give some advice to the two generals."

Yun Ziyue took out the small transparent bottle and the thing that looked like a leaf. The two of them looked at it for a while and didn't see what it was. It just felt that the wooden thing looked like a leaf.

"Wang Hao, what is this thing?"

"The two generals would like to see how Bei Di was backlashed by the fruits he planted?"

"Of course!" Qin Sheng first stated that if he could do this, he would wake up in the middle of the night dreaming.

Think about the people of Beidi who were killed by the living dead that they created were their own people. What expressions would they have, and would the great witches whom they were regarded as gods still have that status?

"Princess, don't turn around, just tell us."

Yun Ziyue picked up the thing that looked like a leaf, put it to his mouth and blew it twice. There was a small sound, but the few people in the room felt that the sound pierced everyone's foreheads, which made people feel It's very irritating.

Simply, she just blew it twice, and stopped seeing the two people's expressions not quite right.

"Wang Hao, what is this? How do you feel that the sound is drilled into your head."

"This thing is called Sheng, you can treat it as a special thing to deal with things like the living dead."

"Then what's in this little bottle..."

"This? This is something that will not affect the person who blows this. This concubine blows a tune that can affect people, but this thing cannot be played all the time, otherwise it will hurt yourself, and if you want to have an impact on people It must be within a certain distance, but it is different for those living dead. My concubine will give you scores. As for how many living dead you can control, it depends on how powerful you are."

Looking at the things in Yun Ziyue's hands, the two people couldn't believe it. They couldn't believe that there was such a thing in this world, but their feelings just now weren't fake at all.

"Princess, it is our blessing that you are here."

"The two generals will discuss who is blowing this thing and who is going to kill the enemy. However, this concubine still has to remind the two generals that this thing is not so easy to control. If it is not well grasped, it is very easy to be backfired. ."

"Yes, Princess!"

The two discussed it, and finally decided to let Ji Xiaoyao blow this thing, because compared to Ji Xiaoyao, Qin Sheng is more suitable for fighting on the battlefield, and Qin Sheng's mind is more delicate, and the formation of troops is also very good. Ji Xiaoyao’s internal skills are more proficient. Although this person's temper is sometimes good and sometimes convulsed, he should still be able to do well in this kind of thing.

Yun Ziyue nodded, obviously very satisfied with this distribution, took out a piece of parchment from her arms and handed it to Ji Xiaoyao.

"This is the score. From today, Master Ji should contact his concubine when he has time. You can't practice this kind of thing for too long, just two sticks of incense a day."

Ji Xiaoyao solemnly accepted the parchment paper and the Shenghe medicinal powder, "Yes, Princess."

"By the way, this concubine made a bowl of nutritious porridge for my elder brother, and it should be done now. If Ji Gongzi has time, it is better to help my concubine to send it to his brother.

Ji Xiaoyao moved in his heart and said, "The subordinate will go now."