Looking at the medicinal soup in front of him, Zhang Bao's brows gradually furrowed. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

This bowl of black medicinal soup is so bitter that after a tough guy like Dian Wei who kills people without blinking an eye tastes it, he has lingering palpitations until now.

People often use dumb people to eat Coptis chinensis, and the bitterness is not enough to explain the bitterness of the Yellow Lotus, but the Yellow Lotus is nothing compared to this bowl of medicinal soup with bitter ginseng.

"Second uncle, this is a decoction that Ning Er carefully boiled for you, you see that my hands were burned in order to decoction for you, if I hadn't bandaged it in time, maybe I would have left a scar!"

Zhang Ning said and showed Zhang Bao the bandaged and injured fingers, so as to tell how difficult this bowl of medicine was to decoction, and advised Zhang Bao to drink it.

The love of beauty has been the nature of all women since ancient times, and even more so for those in high positions.

Zhang Baojiong's eyes looked at Zhang Ning's scalded fingers, looked at the black medicinal soup in his hand, and gritted his teeth and said: "Ning'er's fingers were burned in order to decoct the medicine for his uncle, so if my uncle doesn't drink it, I'll be sorry for Ning'er." Okay, I'll drink ~"

"Wait~"

A gloomy voice stopped Zhang Bao from drinking the medicine, Guo Tu stepped forward and saw Zhang Ning's bandaged fingers, a fine light flashed in his eyes, and said to Zhang Ning respectfully: "Holy Maiden, Miss Wanrou's face has not been very good recently, I suggest you go and visit." ”

"What's wrong with Wanrou?"

Zhang Bao was taken aback and asked with a nervous face.

"Tu doesn't understand medical skills, but I see that Miss Wanrou's face hasn't been very good lately! So I suggested that the saint pay a visit! ”

"Ning'er."

Zhang Bao said in a deep voice: "You go and see what's wrong with Wanrou, you don't have to worry about your uncle!" ”

Zhang Ningliu frowned slightly, glanced at Guo Tu, got up and lightly opened his lips, and said to Zhang Bao: "Second uncle, this is the medicine that Ning'er worked hard to fry for you, you must drink it all!" ”

"Hmm!"

Zhang Bao nodded, looking at Zhang Ning's departing back, his face was weak, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle looking at Guo Tu, a trace of sharpness flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly: "Gongzhi, let's talk about it." What does this mean? Can Mo Feining'er still be unfavorable to me? ”

Guo Tu looked furious and said in a condensed voice: "The holy woman is the blood of the lord, so naturally it will not be unfavorable to the lord. It's just that.. ”

"Just what?"

Zhang Bao asked coldly.

"The holy woman burned her finger while decocting the medicine for the lord, but said to bandage it in time. As far as the picture knows, there is a quarter of an hour between the big tent of the holy maiden decoction and the place where the medicinal herbs are stored, and it will take two quarters of an hour to go back and forth, and the holy woman is not in the tent of the decoction of medicine for these two quarters of an hour. ”

"Hmm~~"

Zhang Bao nodded, and suddenly said sharply: "Where is Dian Wei?" ”

"The end will be! What does the lord command? ”

Dian Wei, who stood outside the tent, responded sharply. A huge body proudly appeared in the tent.

"Go and bring a sheep!"

Instead of guessing here, let's use the simplest way to verify it. The size of the sheep is far smaller than that of people, if this bowl of decoction is really poisonous and can poison people, then the sheep is not spared.

"Bang~"

Zhang Bao looked at the lamb who fell to the ground and spit black blood with a murderous face, and kept twitching, and threw the medicine bowl to the ground, and the flying fragments scratched a blood mark on the back of Zhang Bao's hand, and the red blood flowed slowly, falling to the ground drop by drop.

"Ahhh~"

Dian Wei, who was on the back of a tiger, tore a strip of cloth from the corner of his clothes and stepped forward to bandage the back of Zhang Bao's hand.

"It seems that there are really people who want General Ben's life!"

Zhang Bao's eyes as sharp as an eagle falcon flashed with a chill, and the whole kill exuded a strong murderous aura, and said coldly: "Gongzhi, give me a fierce investigation." Even if you dig three feet into the ground, you have to find out for me! ”

Xi Zhicai's expression moved, and he stepped forward and said in a deep voice: "Lord, I'm afraid there is no need to check." I expect that the mastermind will lead troops to ambush around the camp! Just wait for the lord to suddenly kill when he is poisoned~"

"Huh?"

Zhang Baoying's eyes flickered。。。。。。

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In the middle of the night, the bleak moonlight sprinkled the land, and the entire Yellow Turban Battalion was silent except for the occasional footsteps of patrolmen, and piles of unburned bonfires glowed a strange red light in the night.

Under the light of the cold moonlight, the desolate grass gave birth to countless mysterious shadows, looking from afar like the flames of the undead in the forest, endlessly.

"Boyang, the holy woman has been gone for a while, why is there still no sound of panic in the big tent?"

The scar on Sun Xia's face looked even more hideous in the middle of the night, and at this time, his cold eyes stared at Yang Feng like a poisonous snake, and his hoarse voice was like a demon in the dark hell.

Yang Feng frowned, and said indifferently: "What are you anxious about." I have unknowingly mixed it with poison, Zhang Bao will definitely die even if he is an iron man! ”

On the right side of the Chinese army's tent, it was pitch black in the lonely grass, Han Zhong was lying on the ground with cold eyes staring at the Chinese army's tent, success or failure in one move, if he could kill Zhang Bao, he would support Zhang Ning on the throne. At that time, the Yellow Turban Army will be surnamed Han instead of Zhang.

Thinking of Zhang Ning's handsome face, graceful body, and round ****, Han Zhong's lower abdomen was angry, and it slowly hardened

As for the generals who were conspiring together, Han Zhong glanced at Huang Ju next to him, and a hint of murderous intent flashed in Sen Ran's eyes.

"Ah~"

"Lord~"

Suddenly, a terrible wail came from inside the tent, followed by the panicked voices of Dian Wei, He Man and others, and the big tent suddenly became a mess. The faint candlelight flickered on and off, and suddenly the tent was plunged into darkness.

Han Zhong's eyes narrowed, a fine light flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly jumped up, pointed the steel knife in his hand at the big tent of the Chinese army, and roared angrily: "Brothers, kill with me!" ”

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Han Zhong's hideous face was terrifying in the darkness, and his dark iron armor seemed to melt into the darkness. The steel knife in his hand that had killed countless people exuded an eerie killing intent. Behind him, countless soldiers armed with steel knives rushed to the Chinese army's tent.

"Kill me all!"

Yang Feng, who was wearing white armor, roared angrily and rushed forward first.

"Kill."

"Kill."

Countless soldiers rushed forward with the sound of slaughter, only Sun Xia stood still, a pair of cold eyes flashing with a cold light.

Something is wrong, this is Sun Xiadi's instinct. This intuition saved his life several times on the battlefield, otherwise a person like him, who was not proficient in martial arts, would have died on the battlefield.

When Yang Feng, Han Zhong and others murderously entered the tent, they saw that the big tent was pitch black, and they couldn't see their five fingers, and it was extremely quiet.

"Torch~"

Han Zhong let out a terrible wolf howl, and his soldiers hurriedly lit torches. The moment the torch was lit, Han Zhong's face was as earthy as color, and cold sweat flowed。。。。。。 (To be continued.) )