Bianjing little doctor

Xin Yi opened his eyes wide and looked at the thicker and thicker gray-black mist, and then at the soldiers who never retreated, his heart was pounding.

If they delay any longer, they will be hurt by the miasma.

And Nong Bing has survived in this place all year round, and his adaptability must be better than theirs.

At that time, it will not be a matter of mutual loss, but they will lose here.

Xin Yi broke his heart, "I'm sorry Brother Jiu——"

Before her voice fell, she suddenly turned around and ran towards Nong Bing's sign array.

"Leader Nong, I'll go with you. Let them go! Otherwise, when the miasma comes, you won't get anything."

"Eleventh!" Fu Jiuqu's face was livid with anger.

Nong Zhigao didn't seem to expect that she would be so staunch, turned his head to look at the thicker black mist, retracted the javelin awe-inspiringly, and placed it horizontally in front of him.

"Guangling County King, see you next time. I'll wait for you in Yongzhou!"

As soon as Nong Zhigao retreated, a crowd of Nong soldiers rushed forward, blocking Fu Jiuqu's way forward.

Fu Jiuqu's eyes were chilly, looking at Xin Yi surrounded by Nong soldiers, his tense emotions were like dynamite ignited, ready to explode.

"Why don't you believe me?"

Xin Yi: "Brother Nine, let's go!"

Fu Jiuqu suddenly raised his voice, gritted his teeth and stared coldly.

"I said I could take you away, why don't you believe me?"

Xin Yi's eyes were red, and his forehead was sweating from the heavy heat.

Even with a cloth towel covering her nose, the faint miasma still made her breathing difficult and her head dizzy.

There was no time to explain, no time to say anything, she looked at Fu Jiuqu earnestly, and could only murmur.

"Come on!"

"It's too late to go."

Fu Jiuqu from Kaifeng may not know the benefits of miasma, but Xin Yi, who is a doctor, knows very well that it is a jungle killer that can kill people at any time.

"Brothers, let's withdraw!" Nong Zhigao obviously had no interest in seeing them reluctantly, you and me.

Having been walking in the forest for many years, he is very aware of the severity of the miasma in the south of the Five Ridges, and he is even more aware of the legend that "people and ghosts are sad" in this mountain forest.

"quick!"

Nong Zhigao stepped forward, wearing a dark armor that was cold and stiff.

He didn't look at Xin Yi's expression, grabbed Xin Yi's arm, picked him up, carried him on his shoulder, and strode into the dense forest like a sandbag, like a bandit robbing in the forest...

"Eleven!" Fu Jiuqu tore his heart out, and swung his long sword to break off branches.

However, Nong Bing stood in front of him like a tide, preventing him from walking towards Xin Yi.

Hearing his roar, Xin Yi turned around and saw the overwhelming trees and crowds. Fu Jiuqu's figure had already disappeared in the forest.

Only that glance, which is longer than ten thousand years.

"Guangling County King——" Al's face was full of uncontrollable fear, and his voice was tearing.

"Stop chasing, go! Let's go."

He pointed to the thick fog.

"The sun has risen, if we don't leave the mountain, we will all die here..."

When the sun rises for half a day, the temperature in the mountains and forests will rise, and the air will become more humid and airtight, accelerating the spread of miasma.

Fu Jiuqu didn't speak.

He threw away the iron flail, raised his sword, and chased after Nong Bing in the direction where Nong Bing left.

"The king of the county!"

"Ninth Master!"

A group of people shouted in unison.

Sun Huai raised his voice even more, crying like weeping.

"Master, don't forget that the eldest princess is still waiting for you in Beijing..."

"Oh my God!" Al looked at Fu Jiuqu's back in disbelief, then glanced sideways at the steaming mist in the forest, and shouted:

"Guangling County King, then I will take a step first. I wish you good luck!"

As he spoke, he turned around the way he came and went, and ran away.

No one stopped him.

It is human instinct to flee for one's life.

Cheng Cang and Duan Sui looked at each other, and chased after Fu Jiuqu, sandwiching him from left to right.

"Your Majesty, no!"

Fu Jiuqu: "Get out of the way!"

"Your Majesty, forgive me for not being able to follow orders."

"That's right, Master Jiu, we can't just watch you die—"

"Get out of the way!" Fu Jiuqu shouted coldly.

Almost at the same time, there was a shout in the dense forest.

"The king of the county!"

"Heavy building!"

Cheng Cang's expression changed, "Lord Cao!"

After all, Cao Yi was one step too late.

At this time, apart from the rising sun and the messy trees after the ravages, there were no Nong Bing in the forest at this time.

Fu Jiuqu turned his head like an angry lion and yelled at Cao Yi.

"Why are you here now?"

Cao Yi was stunned for a moment, looked at the angry Fu Jiuqu, but Xin Yi was not around, wanted to explain something to him, but silently swallowed the words that came to his mouth.

"I misjudged the situation! The troops came late."

Fu Jiuqu didn't speak, and the long sword in his hand fell to the ground.

"Master!" Sun Huai stepped forward in shock, saw the blood on the back of his hand, and took out a handkerchief to bandage him, but Fu Jiuqu raised his arm to stop him.

"Small injury!" Fu Jiuqu seemed to have calmed down, without any emotion on his face, he raised his arm unhurriedly, and looked at the scar.

It was an inch long, the wound was not deep, and the blood dripping down looked terrifying.

"Let's go."

He calmly covered the scar with his palm, it didn't hurt too much, but the uninjured chest seemed to be pulled by a knife, Ling Chi, slowly piercing into his heart, passing through it...

He didn't look at the direction where Nong Bing disappeared, and strode past Cao Yi. His cold face was beautiful and picturesque, but his black eyes seemed to be filled with the miasma of the forest, and the black air was heavy.

"Let your people cover their mouths and noses, and evacuate quickly. Be quick!"

Cao Yi looked at him silently, took out a bottle of Jinchuang medicine, and handed it to him.

Fu Jiuqu took it lightly, it was a bottle from the Xinyi Medicine Store, and the bottom of the bottle said "made by Xinyi". Fu Jiuqu rubbed it lightly for a moment, but couldn't hide the dark light in his eyes. He stuffed it into his arms extremely slowly, without wiping the wound.

Just like that, he regained possession of that woman.

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What happened in the deep mountains and dense forests that day, Fu Jiuqu did not tell the outside world, but when he returned to the camp of the Southern Expedition Army, Fu Jiuqu made a move that surprised everyone...

Kneeling in Di Qing's barracks, he pleaded guilty, and at the same time, he asked for an order, "Nong Zhigao is brave and good at fighting, and the imperial court can appease him, and then use Guangyuan to contain Jiaozhi, enhance the military power of the Song Dynasty, and let Nong Zhigao stick to it." South Gate" as an attempt to prevent the advancement and development of the war.

No one knew what Zhao Zhen, who was far away in Kaifeng, thought about this move, but Di Qing, who was in the camp of the Southern Expedition Army, was furious.

"The 20 army, you withdraw as soon as you say? If you say you don't fight, you don't fight?"

"The generals and soldiers of the Song Army who died under Nong Zhi's hands, do they agree?"

"Thousands of people displaced by Nong Zhigao's rebellion, do they agree?"

"If the root of the disaster is not eliminated, how can the world and the country be safe?"

"For a woman, regardless of the country, the country, Jiu, you let me down so much!"

Fu Jiuqu remained silent.

Di Qing asked: "Did you know that what you did would be accused by them...of a traitor?"

After he came back from Pennsylvania and met Nong Zhigao, he acted uncharacteristically. He wanted to overthrow the original military operation. Di Qing was not the only one who was angry?
Moreover, when Di Qing was angry, at most he would scold him.

What will happen to the court's anger?What will happen to those ministers in the DPRK and China who are angry?
"Think about it!"

Di Qing turned around with his hands behind his back, not looking at him anymore.

Fu Jiuqu raised his head calmly.

"Master, I think Eleventh is right. Guangyuan is the territory of the Great Song Dynasty and should not be given away as a gift. Nong people are citizens of the Great Song Dynasty and should not be oppressed by foreign enemies."

Di Qing turned her head abruptly, her eyes widened, and she yelled at him angrily.

"What's right? A woman's kindness. She doesn't know it, and neither do you? Do you know what this war means?"

"It's because I know that I think she's right." Fu Jiuqu responded lightly.

There was Xin Yi's look in his eyes, and his voice was calm but sad.

"Tu'er is willing to use his own name in exchange for the well-being of the people and the peace of the people."

Di Qing: "What are you going to do?"

Fu Jiuqu: "Force the imperial court to let the Song and Nong armies sit on the negotiating table, take peace as the most important thing, and fight against foreign enemies together."

"What are you using to persecute the court? Wishful thinking!"

Fu Jiuqu's eyes were cold, and there was a sneer on his brows.

"Master, don't forget, I have a list of [-] people. If the court refuses to allow me, I will make it public, so that people all over the world and foreign enemies can come and see. What kind of corrupt officials did the people of Song Dynasty raise? Sucking the blood and sweat of the common people, fattening one's belly, shameless, shameless..."

"You are simply stubborn!"

The deep-rooted intertwining of power has long been deeply rooted in the core of the imperial dynasty.

Could it be that his lonely courage can shake him?

Di Qing gritted his teeth and pointed at him, "Let me tell you the truth, no one can stop the Song army from attacking Nong Zhigao. Let alone a woman, it is you—even if Nong Zhigao's hostage is you, this battle is not a fight. No!"

There was a sudden silence in the air.

The wind blew past, and it was not yet winter, but it gave birth to a biting chill.