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The potters walked through the camps, and from time to time they could hear the whispers of the soldiers coming from the tents.

During the day, he claimed that he would rely on Tian Dan's spirit in the sky to take down the rumors, which had obviously spread throughout the army, and for a time set off discussions among the soldiers.

Most of the soldiers are ordinary people with mediocre wisdom, except for obeying orders, there is little judgment, it is precisely these low-level soldiers, on the contrary, they are convinced of the judgment of the potter, all of them are excited, ready to kill tomorrow, make a contribution.

"Sure enough, the less you know, the more fearless you are......"

With a sigh of emotion in his heart, the potter walked through the camp and came to the camp where female soldiers stood guard and guarded it.

What Tiandan's spirit in the sky is just an excuse made up by the potter, and the city-breaking weapon he really relies on is just the woman in the tent.

Before the city was breached, it was naturally necessary for the potter to come and visit her.

When they came to the big tent, all the female soldiers bowed down one after another, and the potter subconsciously wanted to walk in, but suddenly remembered the embarrassing scene of breaking into Mu Guiying's big tent by mistake that day.

The potter stopped, not wanting to alarm the Meng Jiangnu, and asked, "What is that Meng Jiangnu doing?" ”

"Back to Your Majesty, Doctor Bian is treating that Miss Meng inside." The female soldier replied.

I see.

The potter was not in a hurry to enter, but paced outside the tent and waited patiently.

After a while, the curtain was lifted, and Bian Que walked out, and when he saw the potter, he hurriedly bowed his respects.

"Excuse me." The potter flicked his hand and asked with concern: "What about Miss Meng's mouth disease, and is there any treatment?" ”

Bian Que stroked his white beard and said with a confident smile: "Miss Meng's dumb disease, if it is congenital, the minister is really helpless, fortunately, she is only acquired due to illness, and the minister has already treated her, and there should be hope for a cure." ”

"That's great." The potter also smiled happily, "I don't know how long it will take to be cured?" ”

"Well...... Bian Que looked a little embarrassed, "That's hard to say, Miss Meng's mouth disease is still a little serious, in addition to taking decoction, she also has to use acupuncture every certain time to open up the blocked meridians in her throat, this is a long-term process, as little as half a year, and even a year at most." ”

The potter understood, so he said: "Then you mean that I am fighting outside, and you have to follow with the army, so if this Miss Meng wants to heal, she also needs to follow the army for a long time." ”

"Exactly." Bian Que nodded, "Once this treatment starts, it can't be stopped, and if it stops, it will fall short, but it may cause more damage and can never be cured again." ”

Tao Shangjian's eyebrows condensed slightly, but he didn't expect that the hoarse mouth of Meng Jiangnu would be so troublesome.

However, in the blink of an eye, a glimmer of light flashed in the potter's eyes.

Meng Jiangnu has a talent for tears, he is out fighting, and at the critical moment, he will sue her to exert his power, and he is about to take her with the army in case of emergency.

But she is different from Shangguan Wan'er and Xi Shi, those two are homeless, and it is reasonable to take them with her as female officials.

As for a female general like Mu Guiying, as a general of the Great Wei, it is even more reasonable to take it with the army with her, and there is nothing to say.

But Meng Jiangnu is a family member of Tiandan, and she is also the daughter of the minister, so she can't forcibly take others with her, so she has to find a suitable reason.

At the moment, treating her is the best reason.

"Okay, I understand, I'll work hard for you to treat her today." The potter laughed.

"Miss Meng is a relative of General Tian, and it is a matter of course for her to be treated, how dare you say that it is hard." After Bian Que expressed his respect for Tian Dan, he retired with the medicine box.

The potter turned his eyes to the tent, and wanted to ask the Meng Jiangnu if it was convenient for him to go in, but after thinking about it, she was dumb again, unable to speak, how could she know that it was inconvenient.

After hesitating for a moment, the potter didn't have so many scruples, so he simply opened the curtain and walked in.

When he looked up, he saw that Meng Jiangnu was pacing back and forth in the tent at this time, with the word "excited" written on her plain face, and her eyes were like water, surging with a strong color of hope.

Obviously, after hearing Bian Que say that her hoarseness was cured, she was so excited and surprised that she couldn't help herself.

"It seems that Tian Qing is blessed by the spirit of heaven, Miss Meng, your illness has really been saved." The potter laughed.

Meng Jiangnu woke up from her excitement and imagination, and when she looked back and saw the potter, her face suddenly swelled with endless gratitude, and she hurriedly knelt down to the potter.

The potter stepped forward a few steps, held her up, and said lightly: "I said a long time ago, this is what I should do as a matter of course, Miss Meng, you don't have to be like this." ”

Meng Jiangnu stood up and looked at the potter with grateful eyes, as if she had met the biggest noble person in her life, and she couldn't tell whether she was reverence or gratitude.

Suddenly, Meng Jiangnu remembered something, so she raised her hand and gestured to herself, babbling in her mouth.

The potter was at a loss, looking at her in a daze, he didn't know sign language, and he didn't know what she was talking about.

Meng Jiangnu gestured for a long time, and saw that the potter didn't understand, so she had to find it in the account, apparently trying to find a pen and paper and write down what she wanted to say.

It's just that when Shangguan Wan'er arranged for her to stay, she didn't arrange pen and ink for the tent, and she didn't find it for a long time, as if she was in a hurry.

The potter suddenly realized, his eyes lit up, he spread out his palm and stretched out to her, and said with a smile: "I can't understand your sign language, so let's write what you want to say in my palm." ”

Meng Jiangnu was stunned, looking at the potter's broad palm, her eyebrows were a little timid, as if in her eyes, the potter's palm was a dragon's palm, ten thousand gold noble, and she didn't dare to touch it.

The potter saw the scruples in her heart, so he was generously relieved: "There is no one else here, you don't have to regard me as the Son of Heaven, just treat me as one of your big brothers, and write a few words on your brother's palm, what's the big deal." ”

Meng Jiangnu's body trembled slightly, and she looked at the pottery merchant's gaze, adding a bit of strangeness, as if she couldn't believe that His Majesty the Emperor of Great Wei, who swept the world and was domineering and fierce, actually had such an approachable side, and would make her regard her as a brother.

For a while, Meng Jiangnu felt even more flattered, looking at the potter's outstretched palm, although the hand was raised, she didn't dare to touch it.

"If I ask you to write, you can write, there's nothing to fear!" The potter suddenly stretched out his other hand, grabbed Meng Jiangnu's plain hand hanging in the air, and pressed it into his palm.

The moment the potter shook her hand, Meng Jiangnu's delicate body trembled violently, as if she was electrocuted by an electric current, and before she could react, her hand had been forcibly placed in the potter's palm.

At that moment, Meng Jiangnu's face couldn't help but feel a hint of panic, and the flattered look in her eyes was even stronger.

Her breathing became rapid, and the well-developed peak also rose and fell.

Her surging emotions are not only like an unemployed little girl, who has been on a skin-to-skin blind date with a man for the first time in her life, and the girl's spring heart is flustered and shy, and it is like touching the "real dragon body" with a mortal body, and she is so excited and frightened that she can't control herself.

Just when she was panicked and at a loss, she looked up and met the gentle and kind gaze of the potter.

That look suddenly made Meng Jiangnu feel like a spring breeze, and the whole person quieted down, as if the man in front of her was not the supreme emperor, but really just a caring big brother who cared for himself and was approachable.

Meng Jiangnu's heart finally calmed down, and she was no longer so flustered in the face of the potter, she smiled, and wrote in the potter's palm with the tip of her slender index finger.

It didn't matter if she wrote this, but the potter himself couldn't hold his breath.

The fingertips scraped the skin of the palm, and the crispy itching sensation passed through his own skin and nerves, and passed into the bottom of his heart.

The feeling of ** stirred his heart and couldn't help but stir up, and the small flames in the blood gradually burned uncontrollably.

"Calm, calm, she's just a poor little girl who has lost her brother and can't speak......"

The potter admonished himself in his heart, secretly took a few breaths of cold air, and forcibly suppressed the ripples in his heart, but he still had to pretend that nothing happened, and endure her tickling his palms.

Meng Jiangnu was not nervous at all, she just lowered her head and wrote intently on the palm of the pottery merchant's palm, but she never expected that the Son of Heaven was already itching so much that she couldn't wait to pull her hand out immediately.

The potter had no choice but to endure it, who let this method come up with it himself, and at this time he had to eat Coptis chinensis dumbly, and there was suffering.

After a while, Meng Jiangnu finally finished writing, and arched her hand towards the potter, with a pleading expression on her pretty face, which was as pure as snow.

Her expression, as if there was a bit of coquettishness, seemed to really treat the potter as a big brother, and she was pleading with him like a sister.

The potter finally breathed a sigh of relief, pondering the meaning of the words she had just written in her hand, and soon understood that she was asking to be with the army, so that Bian Que, a miracle doctor, could treat her at any time, so that her illness could be cured.

The potter was happy, he wanted to put forward these words to Meng Jiangnu, but he didn't expect to be proposed by her, which was exactly in the hands of the potter.

"The army has a stroke, eats and sleeps in the open, and the conditions are sometimes difficult, are you really ready to endure hardships?" The potter didn't agree immediately, but asked rhetorically.

Meng Jiang hurriedly nodded, and wrote in the palm of his hand: As long as I can speak again, I am not afraid of no matter how great the hardship is.

With such a strong will, the potter naturally had nothing to worry about, so he happily said: "Well, since you are not afraid of hardship, then I will allow you to follow the army, and I also want to hear whether your original voice is as good as the sound of nature." ”

Hearing the potter's promise, Meng Jiangnu immediately laughed happily, but when she heard the words "the sound of nature", her face was slightly dizzy, and she was a little embarrassed to be praised.

She blushed slightly, lowered her voice and wrote in the palm of the potter's hand: Thank you for your grace, but it may disappoint Your Majesty, where do I have a heavenly voice, my voice is very difficult to hear.

The potter smiled again, shook his head and said, "Don't be modest, I don't believe that a beautiful and pure beauty like you will have a very difficult voice." ”

Praised as a beauty by the potter, Meng Jiangnu's face couldn't help but turn redder, as if she had been dyed wine red, her expression became more and more shy, she lowered her eyebrows and pursed her lips and smiled, but she implied a little joy.

"In the end, it is a daughter's family, whether it is young or old, they all like to be praised by others......" Looking at Meng Jiangnu's delicate face with a shy smile, the potter sighed in his heart.