At this time, Song Hanhai touched the healing wound on his body with a look of surprise.

Touching it, his eyes turned red.

An eight-foot-tall man, stunned with tear bubbles, seemed to cry instead of crying, "Girl! How can such a good thing be used on Dad? Dad is just a rough man, this little injury, just raise it, how can it be worth using this good thing? ”

After speaking, he quietly glanced at King Ming on the high seat.

King Ming's face was cold and hard, and he looked indistinguishable from anger.

Then, Song Hanhai continued to howl, "Girl, you yourself are not even a low-grade nine-grade realm, these things are left for you to save your life!" Your father and I are working for the prince, how can the prince not be able to get this healing medicine? ”

King Ming had long known Song Hanhai's hob meat, but Rao was like this, and when he heard the last sentence, he couldn't help but laugh angrily.

This is a radical method!

I'm going to ask him to patch up something good for Song Lanyi.

Song Lanyi's eyelids jumped wildly as she listened.

She silently glanced at the familiar and somewhat unfamiliar father, and then looked at the Ming King who was as imposing as the abyss, and coughed lightly, "Dad, in fact, this thing ...... I still have quite a few. ”

Song Hanhai: ?

His eyes were red again.

He touched his daughter's head lovingly.

Silly girl, dad is for this, dad is asking for benefits for you.

Alas, the girl is so stupid, what can she do without him?

As soon as Song Hanhai wanted to say something, he saw Song Lanyi turn to look at King Ming and salute.

"Shuobei is cold, few doctors are stationed here, even if the imperial court provokes, for the 100,000 Ping An Army, it is just a drop in the bucket. I grew up in Shuobei, and I only hate not being a woman, and I can't kill the enemy with poetry. ”

"Now that I have a few prescriptions, I am only willing to devote myself to the army and become a pharmacist, which can be regarded as a modest contribution to the Ping An Army."

King Ming raised his eyebrows.

It's a no-brainer.

Although King Ming's conscience was not much, he still asked one more question, "Are you sure?" Shuobei is bitterly cold, this is not to say. ”

Song Hanhai behind Song Lan's clothes frantically squeezed his eyebrows.

I saw that Song Lanyi seemed to think of something, gritted his teeth and said, "I'm sure!" ”

There's something else going on.

King Ming's heart turned sharply, and he glanced at the chamberlain beside him, and then nodded slightly, "I know, you can go back with peace of mind." This time your father has done a great job, and you can rest assured. ”

"It's getting dark, let's go back."

When the people were far away, the chamberlain hurried over.

He attached himself to King Ming's ear and whispered a few words.

King Ming's face suddenly sank.

Zhong Rui...... However, a clown who jumped off the beam dared to be so presumptuous. ”

He leaned back in his chair and squinted his eyes, "Pass my order, Zhong Rui, the son of the general, after flouting military regulations and bullying the commander, he will be whipped two hundred times." ”

The chamberlain was shocked, "Lord Wang, these two hundred flogging punishments will be half-wasted." The one in the General's Palace...... But it's still there......"

King Ming sneered, "If it weren't for Zhong Lingfeng's presence, it would be as simple as whipping two hundred Dao." ”

What's more, Zhong Lingfeng is just a ...... of a dog. If it weren't for that, I'd have killed him!" ”

Seeing that King Ming's tone was firm, the inner servant saw that King Ming's murderous spirit was revealed, and he couldn't help but be shocked in his heart, and he was busy looking at his nose and nose, and retreated to the left side, no longer speaking.

King Ming's knuckles lightly buckled on the table, "Willing to cut all your body, dare to pull the general off the horse?" Song Hanhai, this girl, is not ordinary. I don't know...... Can this strange story be featured in the "Daqianwen Bao"? ”

Wind and snow night return.

Inside the Song House.

After listening to what Zhong Rui did, Song Hanhai slammed his fist on the table.

Song Lanyi looked at the cracks on the solid wood table, and then at Daddy's big fist in a sand bowl, and his eyelids jumped wildly.

In an instant, Daddy's angry scolding came.

"His grandmother is a bear, what kind of bullshit is the son of a ginseng general, just his skinny monkey-like hanging appearance, is also worthy of looking for my daughter? Grandma drops, I'm going to have to beat ...... Ahem, talk to him. ”

After speaking, Song Hanhai hurriedly walked out

Song Lanyi was helpless.

Didn't you say, what are you doing with a sack?

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

Upper Beijing.

This is the core of the Daqian Dynasty and the headquarters of the Daqian Wenbao.

At this time, the sky is bright, and the stars in the sky have not yet been hidden.

In the headquarters of the newspaper, all that was left was the rustle of the tip of the pen and the paper when the pages were being copied.

At this moment, there was a subtle "cooing" chirp outside the window.

I saw a pigeon outside the window with a white body and a round body with eyes the size of a mung bean.

It looked inside, tilted its head, and chirped a few more times.

The scribe by the window took off the letter and read it with a frown, but soon his eyebrows were raised high, and then he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Willing to cut your body, dare to pull the general off the horse? Wonderful, wonderful! I didn't expect that there would be such a strange woman in my big Qianshuo North! ”

Counselor?

This name tugs at the heartstrings of many people.

Many of the scribes in charge of the transcription looked up, "But the news from the north?" ”

The scribe smiled and said nothing, and after a moment of fussing, he handed them the letterhead, "You will see when you see it." ”

The rest of the people were a little unimpressed at first, but when they saw the back, they all looked extremely strange.

Some people shook their heads, savoring half of the poem made by Song Lanyi.

"Good poetry, good poetry! Although this poem is too flat and straightforward, it is amazing when placed in such a situation. The courage of this little girl Song is not inferior to that of a man! ”

"yes, it's a pity...... She's not a man! ”

"Shhh In this year's discussion of the saints, the Hundred Flowers Sage also proposed to open up scientific research scriptures for women, but was vetoed by the saints, saying that the talent in the world was insufficient. The Hundred Flowers Saint was so angry. ”

One of the scribes coughed lightly, "Well, how can we talk about saints?" Concentrate on transcribing! ”

For a moment, the rustling sound of copying sounded again in the study.

As the sky grew brighter, the "Daqianwen Bao" was copied and rubbed.

When the streets of Shangjing resounded with the shouts of morning stall vendors, the various sales outlets of Daqianwen Bao were crowded with people.

During this time, some people got the full version of the newspaper as soon as possible.

These people are the storytellers who haunt the inns and wine shops.

In the teahouse and wine shop, there is a world of fireworks.

A tall and thin young man stood on the stage, knocked on the wood in his hand, and pulled out a copy of "Da Qianwen Bao".

The tea guests in the audience were either blowing the wontons in front of them or slipping noodles, while pricking up their ears and listening to the storyteller read the content of the newspaper.

"But it was said that the war in Shuobei was a little slow, and King Ming led his troops back to Dingyuan City last night and intercepted the secret report of the demon barbarians......"

The storyteller's voice was high, and there was occasional discussion below.

In the crowd, a young man about eleven or twelve years old had bright eyes.

When he heard how King Ming killed the demon barbarian masses three times in and three out, he even showed yearning on his face.

Beside him, stood a white-faced and bearded young man, his eyes sharp, looking around vigilantly, choosing the opportunity to move.