"Sister Changle, why hasn't there been any news from my brother-in-law." In the Changle Palace, Li Zhi said worriedly.

For a month and a half after the Armageddon, the entire army of the Western Expedition did not come with any news.

Since Merton successfully predicted the Tengu Eclipse Day and used the Tengu Eclipse Sun to defeat the Tuyuhun army, Merton immediately became Li Zhi's idol, and his brother-in-law and brother-in-law talked about it all day long.

Princess Changle's eyes flashed with worry, she hadn't received a message from Merton since that communication on the first day of the dog eating day in early May.

Princess Changle shook her head, swept away the worries in her heart, and shook her head: "Merton once wrote before the pursuit that no news is the best news, and there is no news at this moment, which means that they are safe and sound. ”

"No news is the best news." Li Zhi's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly wrote it down in his heart.

This time, not only Li Zhi was anxious, but even the entire Chang'an City began to be anxious, and the people began to talk about it.

"It shouldn't be that the front line has suffered a defeat!"

"Fu Yun burned all the grasslands, and the horses didn't have anything to eat, shouldn't they ............?"

"I heard that there are 800 miles of Hanhai in Tuguhun, and once you enter it, you can't get out at all."

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Rumors are flying in Chang'an City, people are panicking, and various versions of rumors are flying.

"My poor son! If you die in battle, how can you let your mother live! An old woman with gray hair was so frightened that she began to cry bitterly.

Even the families of many soldiers who went out on the expedition were the same, lest their sons die on the battlefield, and the atmosphere of the entire Chang'an City suddenly became impetuous.

"Sell the newspaper! The latest ink issue is out. ”

A newsboy's voice sounded in Chang'an City, and immediately focused everyone's attention, the newspaper is the most sensitive to news, especially the ink magazine, Mo Jiazi personally went deep into the prairie with the army, and there may be news from the front.

"Give me one!" A pedestrian did not hesitate to pay for a newspaper, others followed suit, everyone was concerned about the battle of the Western Expedition, this issue of the ink magazine was particularly popular, and the ink magazine in the hands of the newsboy was sold out after a while.

Everyone picked up the ink magazine and saw the headline on the front page that read: "No news is the best news." And the signature turned out to be Mo Jiazi.

When everyone thought that this was news from the front line of the Mo family, they found that it was a short paragraph, and it seemed to be a fragment of a letter.

Who the Mo family could write to was naturally clear to everyone, but no one expected that Princess Changle would publish the content of the letter in the ink magazine.

"No news is the best news!"

The more people read, the more reassuring they felt.

Yes! There is no news yet, how can we guess that the army has been defeated?

Once the army entered the prairie, there was no news, and it was normal to not reply for half a month, and besides, since there was no news from the front, there was naturally no bad news, and the army was naturally fine.

Suddenly, the entire Chang'an City suddenly settled down because of Merton's words. The gossip of the entire Chang'an City was suddenly swept away.

When a family member of a soldier who had been in tears all day heard this, he immediately wiped away his tears, got up and continued to be busy.

"Hey, Aunt Liu, you don't have to worry about your youngest son dying in battle now." A passer-by teased.

"Did your son die in battle? My son is fighting with the army at the moment, and he will return from the expedition another day, maybe he will earn a life for the old man? Aunt Liu scolded angrily.

All of a sudden, the families of the soldiers who went out to fight settled down, and the aura of panic was suddenly swept away.

"Your Majesty, now the hearts of the people in Chang'an City have settled down." Li Junxian, the commander of the hundred cavalry, bowed down and reported.

Li Shimin couldn't help but look at the ink magazine in his hand in surprise and said: "You mean, the hearts of the people in the entire Chang'an City have settled down because of one sentence. ”

Li Junxian nodded solemnly and said: "Not only the people of Chang'an City, but even the lowly position will inevitably think in a bad direction because there is no news from the front line, but since I saw this sentence, this is very strange, and I can't help but think in a good direction." ”

Li Shimin nodded sympathetically, there was no news from the army on the front line, he was more worried than anyone else as an emperor, and now when he saw this sentence, he couldn't help but rejoice in his heart, no news is much better than bad news, and the worry in his heart suddenly decreased.

He didn't expect that the problem he was helpless could be solved in the hands of his daughter, and in order to help him, Changle even published the content of his private message, how could such an intimate little padded jacket not move Li Shimin.

"However, although there is no news from the front-line army, there is good news from the wounded battalions left behind." Li Junxian bowed and said.

"Huh?" Li Shimin's heart suddenly moved: "Could it be ......?"

Li Junxian nodded and said, "According to the news from the wounded soldiers' camp, under the treatment of the children of the medical family, seventy percent of the wounded soldiers have now recovered. ”

Li Shimin suddenly felt that happiness had come too suddenly, and the highest cure rate of wounded soldiers in the past was only 30%, but now 70% of the wounded soldiers have recovered, that is, 7,000 wounded soldiers have been cured, which is more than double the expectation. Moreover, once these wounded soldiers are healed, they are all elite soldiers in a hundred battles, but they are all the most valuable talents in the army.

"And what about the other thirty percent of the wounded soldiers?" Li Shimin was still not satisfied.

Li Junxian said with a heavy face: "Half of the wounded soldiers have died, but the remaining two and a half percent of the wounded soldiers have stabilized, and it will probably take some time to recover." ”

The doctor really didn't say anything big, and the cure rate was close to ninety and a half, Li Shimin took a deep breath and became excited in his heart.

"Immediately spread the good news throughout Chang'an City, and in addition, the soldiers who died and those who died died were compensated in the same standard." Li Shimin said.

"Yes!"

Li Junxian immediately received the order and left in a hurry, believing that the news about the healing rate of the wounded barracks spread throughout Chang'an City, and the hearts of the entire Chang'an City and even the people of Datang would settle down.

After Li Junxian left, Li Shimin immediately rummaged through the previous recital about the medical soldiers played by Li Jing, didn't even look at it, and pressed the jade seal heavily.

"Immediately hand over to the three provinces and six departments, and strive for the shortest possible time to allow the doctors to train their own medical soldiers in the army." Li Shimin shouted.

Pound, who was on standby, immediately took the fold and handed it over.

"Ninety and a half percent cure rate!" Li Shimin arranged all this, he was still excited and couldn't help himself, he was often in the army, so he naturally knew how much pension money could be saved for the imperial court, how many elite soldiers there were, and how many families could be reunited.

"Doctor!" Li Shimin has never paid as much attention to the hundred schools of thought as this time, the Mo family has given him a lot of surprises before, maybe it is an example, but now the sudden outbreak of the medical family has made him realize that he has been ignoring some of the most valuable treasures, the hundred schools of thought, not one or two theories, but the entire hundred schools of thought.

Who knows if the next hundred schools of thought will be the second Mohist or doctor.