"Don't get cold again, take this medicine three times in one post, and then come here to check."

Chi Hanqing put down a silver needle in his hand, raised his hand and quickly wrote a prescription on the table, and handed it to the patient in front of him.

The patient was a somewhat stunned child, and he was wearing thin clothes.

He took the pharmacy and wiped his nose: "Mother...... Niangniang, can you save my sister? Please, my sister ......"

The child didn't know what to say, so he simply turned around and picked up a six or seven-year-old girl for Chi Hanqing to see.

There were many people lining up behind him.

Line up to enter the lobby of this Autumn Water Villa.

On the ground was the sludge brought in by the displaced people, and the dirty snow that had melted.

This place was temporarily changed from the original Fa Si Hall in Wangying City, and since it belonged to West Asia, there is naturally no Fa Si in Wangying City.

Qiushui Villa, which accompanied the army, borrowed this hall to temporarily provide relief to the victims.

Chi Han Qinggui is a princess, she shouldn't be here.

But here she came anyway.

When I came, my heart was broken.

Seeing so many people suffering from the cold and sickness, she sat down behind the eucalyptus and never got up again.

"Your sister is ......"

Chi Hanqing took the little girl's pulse and looked at her somewhat distracted face.

"What has she eaten these days?"

The dirty little boy scratched his head:

"The food at home has been collected by the instructors, and what they have eaten these days has ...... It's all bean flour cakes issued by the military masters. ”

Bean pastry?

How can this be true if you have bean flour cakes to eat?

Chi Hanqing took his fingertips away from the little girl's wrist slightly, and his eyes sharpened.

"The bean cake you eat, or the bean cake your sister eats?"

How could a child who looks honest snatch food from his sister's mouth?

"I ......"

The little boy bit his lip: "I made three vegetable cakes with bean flour cakes and ate one." ”

He was obviously guilty that he had eaten one loaf of bread and had not left all three for his sister.

Chi Hanqing felt a pain in his heart, and he couldn't wait to pinch himself.

"What are the cakes?"

After a moment of silence, she looked puzzled again.

The little boy finally explained clearly.

It is a cake made by mashing the bean flour cake and spreading it out again with the boiled wild vegetable roots.

In this way, it is more resistant to hunger.

Chi Hanqing bit his lower lip lightly.

Simeng produced grain, and it was also prosperous in the early years.

Very few of the patients I have seen in Qiushui Villa have come out of hunger.

But after all, there was no way for the little siblings to go where to get their rations.

Because there is a long dragon behind them.

"Take the medicine first, find a sheltered place to rest, and wait for the arrangement of the National Military Division."

Chi Hanqing said, hesitated for a moment, and added: "It'll be fine." ”

The little boy nodded as if he didn't understand, and hugged his sister back: "Thank you...... Xie Niangniang. ”

"Thank you, Your Highness, too."

Chi Hanqing did not forget to speak.

If it weren't for His Royal Highness's willingness to violate the etiquette and law, how could his concubine show up as a mother like this.

The little boy looked at the spotless princess in front of him, who seemed to have come out of a myth, and lowered his eyes slightly: "Your Highness." ”

When they were gone, the next patient would naturally come forward.

Their injuries are fine, but most of them are strangely vain and look very weak.

Chi Hanqing sighed and looked at the rest of the surrounding Lang Zhong of Qiushui Villa.

Qiushui Villa may not have brought so many medicinal materials this time, but it should have brought food.

But she also knows her father too well, and those medicines are naturally for the officers and soldiers of the National Soldiers Division.

This is really not the way to go, either send food as soon as possible, or send the victims to the customs.

Chi Hanqing thought about it like this, and the excitement in his heart that he didn't have to be a concubine had long since dissipated in the wind of Bailan Mountain.

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"No one?"

Xingzhou, Han Dongwen frowned and looked at Tilda.

"No one."

Tilda's expression was calm: "The people, the soldiers, there is no one. ”

How could she wait?

has already come to the border of West Asia, what can stop her?

So Tilda rushed directly into West Asia without saying a word, and rushed into the parish of Tharis.

Yet not a single one.

The people, the soldiers, the Gascoen.

The whole diocese suddenly changed overnight, and became clean and clean, and there was no one left.

The Tang Taiming next to him bowed his head and saluted: "Your Highness, before yesterday, the scouts could still see that the West Asian border was full of soldiers and horses, and the Diocese of Taris was full of people, but today, as the Grand Duke said, there was no one at all. ”

Han Dongwen raised his cheeks, thought for a while and asked, "What about the thing?" Did the parish of Tharis leave any supplies behind? ”

Answer: Naturally, there is no.

If Simeng likes it, he can drive into West Asia now.

Tilda can now go back to the Grand Mansion.

Han Dongwen looked at Tilda, and his voice became weaker: "That, is there a ......?"

Tilda shook her head.

Naturally, there is no trace of the Holy Grail.

The Inhumans have already complained about the fact that there are no fights, only the same escort missions.

The whole of Western Asia, the whole of the diocese of Tharis seemed to have become empty overnight.

However, it was impossible for the border defense to withdraw Qingshan, and for a while, it seemed that Simeng had fallen into a situation of being consumed again.

Run away?

Where can a whole country flee to?

Han Dongwen leaned back in the chair and rubbed his temples.

From the player's point of view, now is the time to follow the NPC army into the enemy country and prepare to show off their skills.

The accident happened in vain, and all the people in the enemy country were gone, so it must have been some kind of cutscene.

Naturally, players will wait for the cutscene to end and the fight will officially begin.

But breaking this game has become the responsibility of the NPC.

Han Dongwen sighed, he didn't expect that he would come to pick this beam.

If you can't break the game for a long time, how will you be scolded by the players in Simeng?

[Too mentally retarded.,Took an event mission.,Ran over but couldn't play.,Garbage game]

He seems to be able to see posts like this already.

"Post ......"

Han Dongwen was stunned for a moment and stood up.

"What's wrong?" Tilda next to him asked.

"Sleepy, get some sleep."

Han Dongwen turned around without saying a word, and walked to the main porthole surrounded by subordinates.

Tilda sat in place, looking at Han Dongwen's back, then turned his head again, and winked at the little red bean beside him suspiciously.

Xiao Hongdou bowed his head slightly: "Your Highness works weekdays, it will be like this." ”

"How do you look like a child?" Tilda was visibly displeased.

Xiao Hongdou immediately said: "No, no, Your Highness has rested, you can always come up with some new methods, there are so many things to think about, naturally...... Naturally, I will also rest more. ”

"Sun and Moon"

Tilda looked at the little red bean, smiled and sighed: "Your Highness, you have won the hearts of your subordinates." ”

Xiao Hongdou wanted to say something, but after thinking for a while, he was silent.

Main room.

Han Dongwen naturally came back to see the post.

No matter what trickery Gascohen had, there would always be leaks.

Inhuman.

It's not that the Inhumans in West Asia don't have a firm mouth, it's a cognitive problem.

In the game, NPCs require secrecy, and even the most role-playing players can do it in the game, and they will definitely bring it up for discussion outside the game.

It's a blessing to see the shepherds' plates.

Han Dongwen first glanced at the Simeng plate, and sure enough, gradually players who felt that the border incident had become boring began to appear.

Not a good thing, he opened the shepherds among them with some distraction.

Posts are still visible.

Page 1.

Page II.

Han Dongwen didn't click on any of the posts, just browsed quickly through the list.

After a while, he put the Xuanji plate back on the table and let out a long breath.

"What handfuls?"

The motherboards between the shepherds are all the exploits of West Asian players!

In those posts, West Asian players smashed the Simeng officers and soldiers on the border battlefield of Bailan Mountain, frantically slaughtered infidels, highlighting a hearty and unstoppable power of a god.

Judging by their posts, they have even successfully counterattacked the Five Cities!

The screenshots are vivid and real, and the discussion is intense and eager.

Successful counterattack on the five cities?

Han Dongwen stepped on the wooden plank under his feet with the sole of his boot.

They succeeded in their counteroffensive, so where is this?

They succeeded in defending the Episcopal Church, so why was Nasiah empty?

He looked at the scenery outside the porthole and only felt a little headache.

This is undoubtedly the Five Cities of Eagles.

But the stage for the players' lively actions in the post is undoubtedly here.

It's like two completely different planes, only similar stages.

A fear crept into Han Dongwen's heart.

Could it be that I'm already in the dungeon and about to be blown up by the endless player wheel?

Could it be that at some point Simeng has already lost, and now he can only wait for the West Asian players to crusade?

No...... No way.

His mind settled down a little.

The proof is that the players of Simeng are still here waiting for the plot to progress.

Han Dongwen closed his eyes and lay down on the bed.

He decided to go back to the first machine first to take a closer look at the current situation.