Rob wanted to exchange the medicinal broth for the broth in Nanke's hand, but Nanke didn't want to.

She looked at Chen Changsheng. Chen Changsheng blinked with some difficulty, and then turned his head to look at Rob with even more difficulty, expressing his gratitude with his eyes.

The soup was brought to his lips, and he noticed that the bowl was clean, with no residual vegetable smell and no oiliness.

Then he smelled in the bowl the smell of seventeen kinds of medicinal herbs, which were far from precious in Kyoto, but it should be difficult to prepare them in such a remote horse farm, and of course, what surprised him the most was not the cleanliness of the bowl and the completeness of the medicinal herbs, but the medical skills that Rob showed through this bowl of medicinal soup.

Time was slowly moving forward in the replacement of medicinal soup and broth, and Chen Changsheng and Nanke had already lived in Hanya Racecourse for the fourth day.

Nanke is still demented, he doesn't know who Chen Changsheng is and who he is, he only vaguely remembers that Chen Changsheng is very important to him, and he stays by his side every day, cooking meat and scrubbing for him with cold medicine, like a maid, and vigilantly stares at all those who try to get close to this room, except for one person, that is, Rob.

In the first three days of being speechless, Chen Changsheng often wondered, or maybe it was because Rob gave her a lot of meat to eat?

By the fourth day, he was still unable to get out of bed, his body was able to make slight movements, such as turning around and raising his hand, and most importantly he was able to speak, and to his surprise, the officer named Rob did not re-inquire about his origins.

Although it is a remote horse farm, there are still a lot of affairs, Rob as the chief officer, naturally he can't stay lazy in the house all the time, many times it is his personal soldiers and subordinates or the rest of the subordinate officials in the horse farm who come to deliver the medicinal soup, because of the relationship between blood and inheritance, and because of the practice of Shun Xin Method since childhood, Chen Changsheng has a congenital quality that makes people feel close, whether it is the black sheep in the palace or the black dragon at the bottom of the Beixin Bridge, not to mention these relatively simple officers, in a short time, he became familiar with these people。

As long as he ignores the eyes of the little beast of Nanke, Chen Changsheng's conversation with the officers can be said to have gone very smoothly, he has a more real understanding of the situation on the front line, a more intuitive understanding of the military heart, and more importantly, he understands the story of the Hanya Racecourse and Officer Rob.

Anyone who knows Rob's story will inevitably generate a lot of sympathy and anger at injustice, and Chen Changsheng is no exception.

He believed that Rob had been able to achieve so many military exploits over the years, not because of luck or background, but indeed because of his talent.

From the seemingly gentle and sloppy daily management and life of the Hanya Racecourse, it can be seen that this person's imperial skills and control can be seen, and only a few pairs of medicinal soup can make Chen Changsheng's injuries quickly heal, which can also show that this person's medical skills are good.

Of course, these are impressions made through conversations, which are naturally not as good as seeing them with your own eyes.

To see it for himself, he first had to be able to get out of bed and walk around the racecourse.

It's just that he didn't think about why he would be so interested in that officer named Rob.

On the seventh day, Chen Changsheng got up.

At the beginning, he had been tortured countless times in Zhou Prison, his meridians were broken, and in the end, he relied on painful stimulation to heal his injuries in the shortest possible time, and he also used the same method, and the whole night before that, he was fighting against unimaginable pain.

Nanke has been serving him, wiping his sweat with a towel, feeding him water, caressing his chest, of course, the movements are very rusty and clumsy, but very serious, and his mind is very consumed.

The morning sun shone through the meadows between the mountains, the mist poured down from the valleys, and the horses that had just woken up made a faint noise.

Chen Changsheng picked up a branch, supported his weak body, and walked around the horse farm at will.

It's not that he doesn't care for his body, on the contrary, he needs to consolidate the meridians that he has just rerenewed as soon as possible through activities.

The area of the Hanya Horse Farm is large, and the arrows and arrows in each barracks and the pivots seem to be scattered in various corners, but if you look closely, you can see that there are certain rules hidden in the middle, which can ensure the most effective response in the event of an enemy.

Chen Changsheng read through the Daozang, but he had not studied military law, and he was able to see through the military arrangement of the Hanya Racecourse at a glance, because on the way back from the snowfield thousands of miles south, Su Li taught him swordsmanship at the same time, and also taught him a lot of knowledge in this area.

It can be seen from the freshness of the soil in front of the wooden village and the gate that these arrangements should be changes after Rob came to the Hanya Racecourse.

The more Chen Changsheng looked at it, the more he felt that these military arrangements implied military Taoism, which perfectly confirmed the knowledge that Su Li said back then, and he couldn't help but have great admiration for this person, but he didn't associate some things with this.

The mountains of the north were majestic and cold, the weather was even more moody, the cold morning light suddenly turned into a biting howling wind, and countless yellow sand was swept up by the wind from the entrance of the mountain to the horse farm, but in an instant, the sky and the earth became dark.

The barracks were filled with the sound of warnings, stern orders, and hurried footsteps.

Chen Changsheng didn't want to make a mess, so he slowly moved back along the eaves with the branches, and when he looked up, he saw Rob.

Rob laughed happily when he found out that he was able to walk, showed his white teeth, and said, "Congratulations." ”

At this time, he was in a hurry to arrange for his subordinates to deal with the sandstorm, and he didn't have time to say anything, so he glanced at the branches under Chen Changsheng's armpits, shook his head, and pointed to the door behind him to signal Chen Changsheng to go in and take shelter.

At Chen Changsheng's current speed, when he moved back to his original house, the wind and sandstorm must have enveloped the room, he didn't have any reason to refuse, he walked in according to his words, and before he could turn around, the door closed, and then there was a clear applause from outside the door.

Rob must have slapped some mechanism on the door or on the wall, and a thick beam sealed the door, while several sturdy planks fell, blocking the window, and an oil lamp on the table was lit without fire.

Chen Changsheng didn't misunderstand, so he didn't panic, carefully observed the mechanism in the house, and found that the structure was very simple and extremely exquisite, even the most ordinary people could operate it, and he thought that the barracks of the entire horse farm had a similar layout, so he was completely relieved.

The next moment his eyes were drawn to what was on the desk.

A faint yellow light fell on the table, illuminating the papers.

It was a very valuable Shizhou paper, not to mention such a remote horse farm, even if it was the Songshan Military Mansion, there were not many.

Some of the paper has ink written on it, while others have pictures on it.

Chen Changsheng is not good at poetry, calligraphy and painting, but he reads through the Taoist collection and has a long vision.

The writing is excellent, and the wind and bones are hidden under the seemingly fat appearance, and they disdain to show people.

The painting is also excellent, a large splash of ink freehand spring and autumn, a fine brush flower and bird mirror reflecting the world.

Whose room is this? Whose calligraphy and painting is this?

In such a deserted horse farm, how could anyone use Shizhou paper so luxuriously, write such a good hand, and draw such a good stroke?

Chen Changsheng had a vague answer in his heart.

Then, he saw the inscription of the two paintings.