July 7, Yedu Tongque Garden, after lunch.

Swallowing Wushi San with warm wine, Cao Pi's spirit was obviously excited, and the depression and haze of several years were swept away.

At this moment, he has looked down on life and death, and he is very open, and the whole person is filled with a force from beginning to end, as if he is full of vitality, just like going back to twenty years ago, everything is bright and vivid.

"That's how it should be...... Scold! Hahaha! That's how it should be! ”

Cao Pi's robe was open and breathable, and he had no intention of sitting quietly at the moment, pacing back and forth in the hall, like a young man who was about to cave the room.

He high-fives him with his fist, and he can feel the impact and feedback of power.

It's just that his forehead and body are constantly oozing with sweat, his eyes are bright and penetrating, and his breathing rate is also accelerating because of the constant movement.

Although he could still feel the strength in his body, it was obvious that he was breathing too often and rapidly, so he found a chair and sat down.

But he was so active, his legs trembled, and his hands reached into his arms to wipe his sweat, but his hand felt a little woody, as if he was not touching his own flesh and skin; It was as if the hands were not his own, but more like wearing a layer of deerskin gloves.

And this process of wiping and squeezing stimulates the capillaries and some other things, giving his tense and exuberant spirit a place to vent.

His exuberant attention had a diversion, and he felt the various touches around him.

So he lazily lay on the chair like mud, scratching his skin with his fingers of both hands, only to feel that the blood that had been silent for two or three years was finally boiling, and he had lived like a living dead for two or three years.

"Running water does not rot, and so should human blood."

When the restlessness of the whole body gradually subsides, from head to toe, the whole person is really like mud and can't get up, as if drinking too much and intoxicated, obviously the mind is clear, but he is unwilling to move even a finger.

At this moment, there is no thought and carefree, as if the soul is out of body floating in the temple, and there is a sense of security that resonates and coexists with heaven and earth.

I only feel that my mind is pure and quiet, as if my own will is a bird soaring on the surface of the sea, and all kinds of distracting thoughts and thoughts collide, collude, and converge under the sea, surfacing the sea and sinking into the sea.

He could clearly feel every leap of thought, and he also had relatively novel insights into various events in the past.

But these are like the brilliance of the morning dewdrops, flashing by, unable to grasp the traces.

When he wants to pursue this novel thinking, new ideas and logic will emerge and regain his attention.

In this way, the whole consciousness is immersed in a state of mystery and mystery, and it is indescribable.

When the light in the hall gradually dimmed, Cao Pi also felt a sense of hunger.

The feeling of being with the heavens, the earth, the ghosts and the gods gradually faded, and he closed his eyes and savored the feeling of wanting to keep it, or to chase the tail of this feeling, to pull it out.

But in vain, he opened his eyes only to feel soreness and fatigue all over his body, and his heart was full of regret, frustration, loss, and remorse.

I am even more tired of the current state of weakness and powerlessness, and even the first thing that comes to mind at this moment is not the authority of the emperor, nor the sense of responsibility as a son, husband, and father, nor the sense of mission of being an emperor.

Rather, it regains the strange state of resonance and communication with heaven and earth.

Suppressing the desire in his heart, Cao Pi took out a sweat-soaked handkerchief to wipe the sweat on his forehead and cheeks, and at the moment he only felt that his arms were sore and weak, as if he felt after practicing martial arts and exercising when he was a teenager.

This feeling of soreness and swelling was a feeling he had not felt in a long time, a feeling of regaining his vitality, and the confidence in his heart was gradually restored.

Controlling his breathing to make it steady, Cao Pi began to breathe deeply and rhythmically, taking advantage of the fact that he could still concentrate on thinking and analyze the future situation.

Before He Yan, there was no such magical thing as Wushisan.

Although this thing is indeed an extraordinary thing from the current scriptures and the Five Elements Theory.

But the time of birth is short after all, and it lacks foundation.

Just like the prescription, there will be room for further improvement in the future. Without improved prescriptions, the ability to treat diseases is relatively weak, and the pertinence is not strong...... And eating too much is definitely harmful.

Born at the wrong time, Cao Pi came up with such an idea.

If Wushisan was born a hundred years earlier, after several generations of people to test the medicine and gradually improve, then when you take it yourself, the effect of the medicine can be maximized, and the poison can be ignored.

But now I can't help it, I can't even delay.

It's too late to improve the prescription, so you can only take it and pray that the prescription is positive, or that the positives outweigh the negatives...... Even if the negatives outweigh the positives, it is good to make yourself happy and happy.

Cao Pi is tired at the moment, but he feels that life has a new pursuit and meaning, and his temperament is a little different.

Thinking about it, Cao Pi unconsciously fell into a deep sleep...... This was the first time since the decisive battle of Eagle Mountain that he fell asleep naturally, and he slept grossly and sweetly.

He was asleep, but some people did not dare to sleep.

Queen Guo slowly walked to the dormitory and covered Cao Pi with a thin blanket to prevent her from catching a cold at night.

No matter how bad Cao Pi is, at least he doesn't have the vice of killing people in his dreams.

Queen Guo lit the lamps and candles in the dormitory, but there was no light, and Cao Pi couldn't sleep well.

The sleeping Cao Pi could feel the light in the room, and his slightly pursed lips began to relax, and his hands that were clutching the cuffs were also released.

Queen Guo found that Cao Pi was sweating too much, and there was a flush and blood tide on her face that had not subsided, while her lips looked dry and white.

Her hands under her long sleeves were clenched subconsciously, her eyebrows were fierce and sharp, but when she saw Cao Pi's relieved sleeping appearance, she only felt helpless and bitter in her heart, and she didn't know what to do.

Wushisan, a new thing, no matter whether it is reliable or not, how can the emperor eat it first?

Queen Guo's eyebrows rolled, it was too late to persuade Cao Pi at this moment, and there was no point.

can only find a way to make amends, even if they do, they have to wait for Cao Pi to wake up and discuss together.

When we think of remediation, we have to think of the conflict that is about to break out in the south. Although she didn't know the specifics, the cavalry army was transferred south, and King Qian and Zhongqiu Gong were transferred to serve in the army together, which were all major events that affected the political pattern of the court.

There must be something going on in the south, and I don't know if something good or bad will happen.

If it is a bad thing, and the emperor follows He Yan to engage in this kind of unclear safety thing, then who will the government entrust to in the future?

As for the crown prince Cao Rong...... Thinking of this filial adopted son, Queen Guo subconsciously glanced at Cao Pi, who had ruddy cheeks.

With He Yan's friendship with Cao Ei, with Cao Ei's boldness and willfulness, how could he not touch this thing?

At this time, in the Liyang camp, Cao Lin, the king of the Zhennan Protector Army, was still familiar with his position, and at night in the past, he flipped through the military books in the barracks to memorize the resumes and evaluations of the relevant military officials.

During this time, his main job was to understand the army, down to the level of Duber. Inspect and review a song every day, and strive to know all the military officials of the song, and let the officials of the song be familiar with and know themselves.

A qualified military officer or regular soldier must not only be familiar with the information of military officials at the level of Dubo and team officer, but also have a general grasp of the information at the level of chief.

To understand the army is to understand one's own body, and only in this way can one become a confidant.

His personal guards will walk calmly and calmly: "King, the Duke of Zhongqiu is visiting." ”

Cao Lin put down the military letter, and while he was puzzled, he asked, "Why is he here?" ”

"I don't know."

Cheng Gui raised his head and smiled bitterly, with Cao Mao's character, this kind of presumptuous and abrupt thing was not less, and Cao Lin only bowed slightly.

Cheng Gui, who was familiar with his character, leaned back a few steps slightly and went to pick up Cao Mao into the camp.

With Cao Lin's respect, it is condescending to serve as the guardian of Zhennan now, and now it is just a process of getting familiar with the army, and when he is familiar, he will be transposed with the favored host and guest.

If the full pet is interested, in the reorganized Zhennan Army in the future, the full pet can also rise.

If you don't know how to be interested, then you have to let the full pet go to other places to contribute to the country.