Warlord's darling: medical concubine against the sky

"The old minister is also puzzled! But our management is very strict. The city gate has been blocked all the time, and I haven't heard of any plague these days. Why did it suddenly come out? Was it the dead pigs and sheep thrown by the barbarians of Qingli country last night?"

Dongjinlin denied, "I have ordered people to check the pigs and sheep yesterday. Everything is normal and there is no problem."

It's just to make them smell like rotten and ragged, so as to pretend to be "pigs and sheep infected with the plague", so as to panic the soldiers of cangyun country.

If it is really infected with the livestock that died of the plague, even the people on qingliguo's own side dare not touch them, how can they throw them like last night.

"No... problem?" this fact really surprised the old marshal, and then became more foggy. "Since the pigs and sheep have no problem, how did they get infected?"

"Of course, this problem needs to be investigated, but the top priority is to control the plague first and not let it spread and cause panic." dongjinlin glanced at Song Zhe and asked, "are you sure?"

Song Zhe, who was suddenly named, was inspired, "cure the plague? I'm... I'm afraid I'm not sure."

He has heard a lot about plague, but he has never really treated it.

If they were really so easy to cure, so many people would not die every plague.

Dongjin Lin was silent and waved, "go and have a look first."

Song Zhe was ordered, "yes."

When the old Marshal got a doctor, he quickly turned to dongjinlin and said goodbye, "then the old minister will take the doctor back first. The prince is good to have a rest. The old minister will tell you what's going on at the first time."

Dongjinlin gently nodded his head. He didn't seem to have strength to say anything more.

Song Zhe left with the old marshal. The dark shadow in the room flashed. The new wind appeared in front of dongjinlin. "Master, do you want me to sneak into the qingliguo military camp to have a look."

The plague came so suddenly that nine times out of ten it had something to do with qingliguo.

Dongjinlin raised his hand, "no, it's too dangerous for you to go alone. Let Song Zhe go and see what's going on, and then make a decision when you come back."

Shuofeng pursed his lips. After a long time, he suddenly opened his mouth, "my subordinates, damn it!"

Dongjinlin was stunned for a moment and immediately smiled, "it's not your fault. I'm too relieved. I knew she wasn't so easy to lock up. I should give you more instructions."

"No, it's more than that. If I hadn't been charmed at that time, master, you wouldn't!"

Shuofeng's sad and angry expression wanted to kill himself and apologize. He knelt on the hard floor tile with a "Dong" on his knee.

At the sight of dongjinlin, he subconsciously wanted to reach out to help him, but he suddenly pulled the wound on his body, and suddenly felt a dull pain and choked twice.

Shuofeng was shocked. He stood up and quickly poured a glass of water and handed it to dongjinlin. "Drink water, master!"

Dongjinlin had calmed down. He raised his right hand to take the cup and drank it gently. His face was still weak, because his cough was more red than just now, but it was morbid red, which made people look particularly distressed.

"You don't have to blame yourself. Aren't I all right now?"

As soon as Shuofeng heard this, his nose was sour, and his face, which had never had any expression, couldn't help shaking a few times.

He clenched his fist hard, so he didn't lose his attitude. "It's hard for my subordinates to resign their sins!"

"You live well for me. I have a lot of things waiting for you to do for me. If you die, where can I find another new wind?" dongjinlin said. "This is an order."

Shuofeng bit his teeth and threw a fist, "yes!"

Dongjinlin slowly breathed out a breath. He just woke up. Now all the feelings of his body are gradually waking up. The pain of the wound that hadn't felt much before is becoming more and more serious.

But that's nice.

He also knows the pain, which shows that he is still alive.

"Master, please lie down and have a rest." Shuofeng came forward carefully and wanted to help dongjinlin lie down.

Dongjinlin waved his hand, "bring me the backlog of war reports."

"Master, you just woke up..."

"It's because I wake up that I have to finish all the things I haven't done before. Also," Dong Jinlin tried to lift the bottom of the quilt.

But a little together, there was a dizziness in front of us.

Shuofeng hurriedly helped him. Dongjinlin slowly sat back holding the bed column and smiled, "it's all right. It seems that I have to be slow again. There's something else you can do for me."

The new wind immediately came over, "master, you say."

Dongjinlin whispered in his ear. Shuofeng nodded, "yes, my subordinates understand. I'll do it in two days."

Dongjinlin frowned, "why two days? I'm in a hurry to go now."

"But master, you're not in good health now. I'm really worried about leaving you here alone." Shuofeng resisted master's order for the first time, which almost never happened in his bodyguard career.

This time, however, it was unexpectedly stubborn.

Dongjinlin raised his hand, stroked his forehead and lifted up several strands of broken hair. "When will I be alone here? There are Song Zhe, little fish and other dark guards. If they hear this, how will they feel?"

"But..." Shuofeng wanted to retort. Unfortunately, his eloquence was not very good. Obviously, he had a lot of disagreements in his heart, but he was too clumsy to say it.

"Go and do it right away. Don't worry. Although I'm not afraid of death, I don't like to play with my life. I'll take care of my body," dongjinlin said.

Shuofeng was not used to being a bodyguard who disobeyed orders. After a little struggle, he was quickly suppressed by his master's truth. Although he was still not far away, he could only hug his fist awkwardly, "yes, my subordinates will go now."

As soon as he dodged, dongjinlin felt a gust of wind passing in front of him. He narrowed his eyes subconsciously. When he opened it again, the person in front of him had disappeared.

Dongjinlin raised his hand and slowly pressed the chest wrapped in gauze. His fingers were long and pale, with distinct bony joints. There were some previously dried up blood between his fingers. Before he had time to Qinglan, he showed a bloody beauty against the same snow-white gauze.

That night, Luo Yun broke off his bloody fingers one by one and walked so resolutely.

But he put a pill in his palm.

Although the position of the knife on his body was very dangerous, it was a pity that his heart was different from ordinary people and didn't grow on the left, so it didn't kill him.

What really made him dangerous was the attack of cold poison.

And he could survive the cold poison and wake up again. That pill played a great role.