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The fragrance of tea is curling, and the boy in the white shirt. Changing into civilian clothes, Zuo Ling, who had a tough temperament, looked at Wan Zifeng on the left, and suddenly felt that this world was quite beautiful.

Wan Xi, the word Zifeng, the number of thousands of machines. Zonglong people, in their early years, traveled all over the world, made friends with celebrities, and visited mountains and rivers. Later, because of a moment of anger, he was purged by Qi Yuguo. Fortunately, Zuo Ling rescued him, and the two hit it off at first sight, and they became friends.

The Qianji layman who was famous for Zonglong back then, if he hadn't forgotten his friends and trusted him, how could he have been involved in this troubled time.

Zuo Ling took the tea made by Wan Zifeng himself, and just wanted to taste it. Suddenly, a white boy dressed in the costume of the governor and with a red face broke in. Zuo Ling was just about to have a seizure, but when he saw that it was his son-in-law, he had to stop again.

"Hailiang, isn't that what you want to stare at? What are you doing here? ”

Zuo Hailiang immediately knelt down, "Marshal, it's not good, the backyard is on fire." ”

This is a code word, and the backyard refers to an army of Westerners who are constantly in trouble. Zuo Ling thought about the dismissal of the wounded battalion just announced yesterday, and his heart was eight or nine points.

Zuo Ling dismissed the soldiers outside, leaving only two henchmen to guard the door.

"Sir?" Zuo Ling looked at Wan Zifeng.

Wan Zifeng stroked his beard and said, "It's for the wounded barracks." ”

"Yes. Sir, I agree. Zuo Ling looked at Wan Zifeng's temperament of raising the cup leisurely, and his heart moved, and he reached out and just touched his cup.

"Bang-" sounded, Zuo Ling retracted his hand in fright.

Zuo Hailiang kowtowed and said, "Marshal, don't let that wild man leave too late." If he exterminates the wounded barracks today, where is your majesty, marshal, and where is the honor of our Han generals. ”

As soon as he heard this, Zuo Ling felt depressed and turned his back angrily.

Wan Zifeng stretched his sleeves, offered a cup of tea to the seat, and said: "Brother Hailiang, don't be anxious, sit down and taste this Lushan Yunwu tea first." It's been four or five times, and this brown is the best thing. ”

Hai Liang didn't even give Wan Zifeng half a look, and continued to clench his fists and shouted: "Marshal!! ”

"Humph!" Left age raised eyebrows.

Wan Zifeng's eyes were slanted, and he picked up a strand of long hair on his shoulder to moisten it in the tea cup, and then leaned to the tip of his nose and sniffed, with a comfortable and proud face.

Zuo Hailiang's patience was exhausted, and with a "hmm-" sound, he pulled out the long sword in his hand, and his face was meaningless about life and death. The sword aura was pressing, and in an instant, the wisps of white smoke on the table of the Qinglong teacup shattered instantly.

Hai Liang didn't look back and wanted to rush out of the camp, but the two pro-soldiers outside the door suddenly stretched out their hands to stop him. Zuo Hailiang shouted for a long time, his hands were finally restrained, his mouth was snoring, and even his face was red. "Marshal? Marshal? Father! Hailiang shouted here, and the curtain of the camp tent was suddenly lifted, and two personal soldiers walked in with a man who looked like a group leader.

Looking at that person, Hai Liang's voice suddenly became dumb. Wan Zifeng put down the teacup and asked, "This is Lai San?" Zuo Ling turned around and sat cross-legged with his back to the frontier map.

The two soldiers put down the people in their hands, Lai San kowtowed tremblingly, and said, "Go back, go back to the generalissimo." The small one, that is, is Lai San. ”

"I heard that you have a very close relationship with Chen Dibao in the wounded barracks." Wan Zifeng's voice was slightly colder.

Lai San was even more frightened, and his legs trembled. "Great, great military division. The small, the small, the small just received some kindness from Chen Dibao, so they usually said a few more words when they met, and the others were nothing. Please see the marshal and the military advisor clearly, and all the adults will see it! ”

Zuo Ling looked at Lai Sancheng's frightened appearance, and his frightened face didn't even dare to breathe, secretly thinking that he wouldn't dare to lie. He exchanged glances with Wan Zifeng and asked, "In that case, Chen Dibao has mentioned to you the rumors about the immortal doctor in the wounded barracks?" ”

"Immortals? Immortal Doctor? ”

As soon as Lai San opened his eyes in the early morning, he was held in a daze, and now his brain is clear, and he has regained a little sense of reality. "The little one, well, the little one seems to remember that there is such a person."

"Is there any!?"

Lai San was trembling and almost peed his crotch. "The little one remembers. Indeed, there is. Xiao has been listening to the chat of his brother who came back from the wounded barracks for the past few days, saying that the wounded barracks came to a fairy doctor with a wonderful hand to rejuvenate, that is a god! I heard that a few people who almost died were rescued by him. It's just that the small ones only know a rough idea. I heard that this man had been wrapped in brocade all day, and no one had ever seen him, nor did he know that he was in the tent. Actually, Lai San didn't know the specific treatment process, but he was used to adding fuel and vinegar when he usually talked big, and he consciously or unconsciously bragged about it.

"What else?" Zuo Ling's voice was low, slightly confident.

"And, there's. Oh yes, the last time the little one delivered the meal, I heard the one named Ning Yu under the leader of the Naluo team call out a strange name, what is it called Ye Huan, and the little one should be the fairy doctor. The little ones listened from the side, not to mention how respectful their tone was. ”

Lai San didn't dare to hide it, he said it 1510, and after that, he cautiously looked up at the top two, watched their expressions soothe it, and felt that his words were finally in line with Mao, so he put his mind at ease.

Just for a moment, Zuo Hailiang next to him blew up, and Lai San was completely paralyzed in fright.

Hai Liang thought that his father-in-law had something to do at first, but when he heard this, he couldn't help but feel that this was adding guilt to those people in the wounded barracks. In a fit of rage, he smashed over the wooden table in front of him. "Father, you !!"

Wan Zifeng stretched out his hand and pressed it in the void, carefully comforted and said, "Hey." Hai Gongzi, don't worry. Everything needs to take a break. ”

"Slow, slow. Slow down any longer, and this man will be gone. ”

"Humph!" Zuo Ling turned his face angrily, unwilling to see this unfilial son. "Brother Xi, can you carry out that plan now?" In the face of Wan Zifeng, Zuo Ling has always been respectful.

"Yes. Since the Governor of Yeli is so anxious to add to the crime, we have to let him take a break. ”

"Cheng Yue, you go, take the messenger who came from Jiuku yesterday, and go to the wounded barracks to find Dr. Ye Huan. Remember, even if you are stopped, make sure everyone is unharmed. ”

"Yes." The pro-soldiers who brought Lai San under the seat were ordered to withdraw.

"Gu Fa. Take this Lai Sanna with you. ”

As he spoke, Lai San kowtowed and thanked him, and was taken out of the camp by another personal soldier. Zuo Hailiang, who was sitting in a pile of ruins, was still in a state of confusion, drank a cup of tea handed over by Wan Zifeng, and then slowly came back to his senses, and suddenly felt that this matter had been solved inexplicably, and some heroes were helpless for a while.

The tea was cold three times before a noisy noise sounded outside again. Zuo Ling glanced at Wan Zifeng, and he was also a little uneasy in his heart.

Ye Huanhuan was taken alone in front, wearing an inappropriate and strange military uniform, making him even shorter and thinner. Following behind the stout Cheng Yue, it became more and more abrupt. Followed by Chen Dibao and others. The last ones are naturally those Westerner soldiers.

The person in front lifted the curtain of the tent and motioned for Ye Huanhuan to go in.

As soon as He Huan looked up, he saw two door gods like two generals standing in front of the marshal's tent, and he was startled. She didn't dare to cry here, so she could only follow in with her nervousness, and Chen Dibao and the others were left hanging out of the door.

As soon as the curtain was lowered, Huan Huan became more and more nervous. Seeing Cheng Yue and the messenger kneeling down one after another, her legs stiffened for a long time, and at this moment, she suddenly softened, almost turned over, and the top of her head directly hit Cheng Yue's back. Cheng Yue is a person who has been in and out of the battlefield for many years, and he is wary of being different from ordinary people, and Cheng Yue immediately jumped up and drew his sword when he collided. Suddenly, remembering that this was in the marshal's tent, he knelt down again, and pleaded guilty repeatedly.

When everyone saw this situation, they all had different expressions.