Warlord's darling: medical concubine against the sky

The new wind choked, hugged his fist and bowed his head. "Before his subordinates could ask others, there were patrol soldiers."

Dongjinlin was silent.

The new wind immediately got up, turned and walked out.

Dongjinlin hurriedly called him, "where are you going!"

The new wind replied, "my subordinates go again!"

"Come back."

The new wind's footsteps stopped. Although he still wanted to go again, he always obeyed the Lord's orders before dawn.

He turned back, "master, I..."

Dongjinlin didn't know when he had come over from the bed. He picked up the teapot on the table and poured two cups of tea. One cup was pushed to the direction of the new wind, "have a cup of tea."

Shuofeng hesitated for a moment, but walked slowly.

Dongjinlin had already sat on the other side, picked up another cup of tea, and motioned to the new wind, "sit down."

Shuofeng's first reaction was to refuse, but before he could speak, he suddenly looked up and looked up at dongjinlin.

The original refusal was immediately stuck in his throat and couldn't speak.

A Wulin expert, stiff and uncoordinated, sat down in the East Jinlin one by one, as if it was not for him to sit down, but for him to be tortured.

"It's enough for you to find out today. I'll ask about the rest next time."

"What?" Shuofeng just drank a little water and coughed out of his throat. He was so surprised that he bounced up, "master, you want to go yourself? No, no! Your current body -"

"I know my own body," dongjinlin directly ended the topic. Since he said so, he naturally had his own plan. "These two days let everyone keep an eye on it. I always feel that the peace now is the peace before the storm."

Now that the plague in Qingli country has been solved, there is no news from Qingli country these days.

Moreover, according to the consistent style of Qingli people, there are some ferocious beasts in their bones, but they will try their best to attack whenever they can attack.

But this time, they rested quietly for several days.

Even the earlier midnight siege was actually more of a drama than a real battle.

Being so careful makes people feel that there must be something fishy in it.

North Hall night.

He is really a completely different person from the past several Qingli monarchs.

Shuofeng was ordered, "yes, my subordinates, I'm going to pass on the Lord's orders!"

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The door was knocked from the outside, and a vague figure was reflected outside the door.

"Master, did you sleep?"

Shuofeng looked back, "it's Song Zhe."

Dongjinlin nodded slightly. The new wind blew from the stool to the door like a gust of wind. As soon as the sword handle knocked, the door was opened in an instant.

Standing at the door, Song Zhe, who was still preparing to continue knocking at the door, couldn't adapt to the suddenly opened door for a moment. He was stunned for a moment, and then he saw the new wind pestling at the door, "Oh, so you were there."

Shuofeng humed noncommittally and stepped aside to make way.

Song Zhe hurried through the gap and slipped into the room. He saw dongjinlin sitting at the table drinking tea and the cup of tea opposite him.

Song Zhe immediately turned his head and looked at Shuofeng with disbelief and envy. "So you're so well treated here? I've broken my leg every day, and everyone poured me a glass of water. Alas! Fate, it's so unfair."

Shuofeng glanced at him with an idiot's eyes. He was too lazy to explain how much risk he had just taken to explore the enemy camp. He came back and kicked Song Zhe directly.

As soon as Song Zhe saw him raise his legs, he jumped three feet away. He immediately hid next to Dong Jinlin and clutched Dong Jinlin's sleeve like a little pity, "master, save me! This violent maniac wants to do something to me!"

"Nonsense!" although Shuofeng is not good at words, he can't stand being wronged casually. He immediately roared out, and even the green veins on the back of the fist clenched hand burst out.

Dongjinlin was really helpless. He sighed and raised his hand to press down on both sides. "Be quiet. Let me finish the business first. I won't care how you flirt and scold later."

"Pooh! Who flirted with him!" Song Zhe immediately felt that his life had been misinterpreted.

Shuofeng snorted coldly, and his expression was even more disdainful than him. "Let you finish the thing first. If you don't understand, go back and learn from your master again, and come back after learning it well."

Song Zhe took a deep breath and forced himself to move his sight away from looking at Song Zhe. This mentality also calmed down a lot. "Back to the master, today's situation is similar to yesterday. Everyone cooperated very well, but three patients died, but the death toll and speed are good at present."

Because of dongjinlin's speech, the soldiers of Pingyang city are unexpectedly United.

Whether they are put in isolation because they are infected with the plague, or they are not infected and continue to stick out.

Everyone is surprisingly orderly.

Compared with the past, I feel that although they are attacked by the plague, their combat effectiveness has not decreased at all, but is stronger.

I don't know if it's because of the stable order. The mortality rate in these two days is much lower than that when they were isolated directly and violently.

"The families of the three soldiers have a good row and take care of them as much as possible," said Dong Jinlin.

Song Zhe nodded. "I don't need the master's orders. The old Marshal has already done so. If the master doesn't trust me, I'll find someone to take a look at it at that time."

"No." dongjinlin knew what kind of person the old marshal was. He was actually very kind and righteous to his subordinates. He would never owe others for such things.

"What about you? Do you have any idea how to cure the plague?"

"Er..." Song Zhe's head fell down again in an instant. This topic really can't go around.

However, as usual, he came to report the epidemic situation to the master twice a day.

Every time the master will ask such a sentence. Every time he answers, Song Zhe's self-esteem is lower, because he gives the same answer every time, which makes him feel more inferior now.

Dongjinlin looked at him and sighed, "OK, you've been busy all day. Sit down and have a cup of tea first."

Then he turned over a cup again from the tray, poured a cup and handed it to Song Zhe.

Song Zhe is now ashamed and ashamed.

He was so sarcastic about the new wind just now. As a result, the master really achieved fairness and justice. He was the same to everyone and immediately poured him a cup.

But he clearly didn't accomplish anything. He really deserved it

"The plague in Qingli country has been controlled," said Dong Jinlin.