The Ninety-Nine Bowl of Soup Damn (2)

The barrenness and terror of Western Xinjiang are far beyond their imagination. They are poor and bad water, and have no ammunition and food. When they come to this place, they are tantamount to seek death, but they all hold their breath, thinking that one day they will return to the capital and get what they deserve. If Song and Jin cannot go back, the spirit of the late emperor in heaven will not be able to rest in peace!

After listening to the generous speeches of the two old men, Qinghuan chuckled: "The little student knows, just stay."

When the two elders heard this, they were overjoyed and exchanged names. Qinghuan just now learned that the two surnames were Zhou and Fan. Everyone else called them Mr. Zhou and Mr. Fan. Although the two elders thought that Qinghuan's names looked a bit like women, whose women would come to places like Xijiang? Look at the gentle and handsome appearance of this young scholar, it was obvious that they were from a high school. How could they be raised in this place of Xijiang? Besides, most of the women in this dynasty were delicate and gentle. Although this person was slender, he was full of heroism and knowledgeable. He was probably young and beautiful, so he could not tell the difference between male and female. Just wait a little longer.

Soon, Qinghuan used her excellent personal charm to form a group with everyone around Song Jin. Everyone liked her, a gentle and funny young man, and the two elders called her name intimately.

Compared with the people in Xicheng who could not even eat grassroots and bark, the crude food in the royal palace was obviously better. No matter what they ate, it would be good to eat enough. Before they came, they knew what kind of place in Xijiang was like, but the third prince was dormant for many years and was extremely powerful. They could not resist and could only give in order to protect themselves. Therefore, on the way, although Song Jin disguised himself as a first move, he still brought a lot of things on the carriage, all from the Emperor Changsun Mansion. The new emperor was generous and asked him to take them all away with him with a wave of his hand. The original idea was to let Emperor Changsun "kill" halfway, but unexpectedly, Song Jin was not dead, so these treasures naturally did not belong to the New Emperor.

The new emperor, who has spent a lot of money over the years, is probably bleeding in his heart.

Three days later, the King of Xijiang woke up. His wound had stopped bleeding and began to scab, but the remaining poison had not been cleared, and Qinghuan still needed to stay and take care of him. He opened his eyes when she was taking his pulse, probably a little confused. Song Jin stared at her for a long time, until Qinghuan was about to remove the golden needle, and he noticed that he woke up: "Your Majesty is awake?" She hurriedly called the second elder. Old Zhou and Old Fan were waiting for her to apply the needle outside. Unexpectedly, he heard her say that the prince was awake, and he was overjoyed. When he came in, he saw that he was really awake!

Song Jin then took his eyes away from Qinghuan. His face was still pale, and his thin lips were still covered with a faint black green: "The two elders are worried."

"What the prince said is what we should do!"

They had already discussed on the way to come. Since the new emperor asked him to be this prince, they would think that he was really the King of Xijiang. How to wait until the future? The crisis in front of him will always pass. He is no longer the Huang Changsun who is protected and cared for by the emperor's grandfather. He is in danger at the moment. If he is not successful, no matter how many capable people and wise ministers there are, it is not enough.

What Song Jin was thinking about was unknown to others, but Qinghuan felt that she should be a little extra here. As soon as Song Jin woke up, he should have something to discuss with his own people. But as soon as she took a step, she heard Song Jin's slightly hoarse voice: "This is..."

"This is Mr. Meng. It was him who saved you. If it weren't for him, Old Minister and others would really not know what to do!" As Mr. Zhou said, he suddenly felt sad and almost shed tears.

Mr. Fan also had red eyes, probably thinking of Song Jin's appearance as if he was lying on the bed and was about to die. He told Song Jin: "Young Master Meng is our great benefactor, prince, we can repay our kindness, and we cannot be those ruthless and unrighteous people!"

This ruthlessness and ungratefulness naturally scolds the one who is now sitting on the dragon throne.

“…thank you.”

Qinghuan received this thank you and smiled and said, "I won't bother you anymore. The prince needs more rest. After the two elders say it, let the prince rest quickly. I'll go and see if the medicine is ready."

When Qinghuan left, Old Fan gritted his teeth and said, "How dare you do this? The poison on that arrow will not only kill people, but will also become a useless person even if it is rescued in time. If we had not met this young master Meng, we would have no future!"

Song Jin asked softly: "He saved me?"

"Yes, the more experienced you have, the more experienced you have. I saw that the doctors in Xicheng are all quack doctors! After seeing your wound, they shouted that they could not be cured. They started begging for mercy on their necks. No one is capable and courageous!" Mr. Zhou said angrily, and then lowered his voice. "Prince, this person is young and promising, wise and knowledgeable. If he can take it for himself, it will be a great help."

This is the real reason why they racked their brains to keep Qinghuan. Taking care of the prince is just one of them. The most important thing is that they want Qinghuan to become a strategist of Song and Jin. Even if they don’t become strategists and have such a powerful doctor around them, they will be much more relaxed in the future.

Song Jin nodded: "When my injury heals a little, I will personally ask him to help me."

As a monarch, you must be able to treat the virtuous and humble, and ask without shame. Both Zhou and Fan were very satisfied and nodded and said, "Your Majesty doesn't need to be in a hurry yet. The most important thing is to maintain your health. You are still young, so you can't get any root cause."

After that, Song Jin took another month of bitter medicine before he was finally allowed to get out of bed and walk. His legs were actually a little weak, but he was a strong person and would never let people see him needing support even when he walked. After lying in the bed for so long, he really didn't want to stay any longer.

Ye Ye closed his eyes and remembered everything about the capital. He could not even see the last glance of the emperor's grandfather, and was driven to the western Xinjiang by the third emperor's uncle.

Do you think this will defeat him?

Impossible.

One day, he will go back and ask the man to pay back what he owes with the capital and the profit.

Song Jin was in a daze when the table in front of him was suddenly knocked. When he looked up, he saw that it was Qinghuan. She was holding a bowl of soup and staring at him: "What's wrong with the prince? I haven't even drunk the first bowl of medicine yet? Look, there's no heat."

Song Jin woke up from his dream and quickly apologized, then drank it all, and took the second bowl. He drank medicine once every morning and evening, two bowls a day, and at noon, he had an hour to take a medicine bath. Although he didn't know medicine and had never seen Qinghuan's treatment method, his body was indeed recovering quickly, and even healthier and stronger than before he was injured. So Song Jin was very grateful to Qinghuan, and he also admired this beautiful boy very much.

He seems weak, but no one can beat him. Now his men have to ask for advice from the boy every day. Song Jin really hopes that he will get better soon and can also compete with Qinghuan so that he won't have to watch others be jealous of being repaired by him.

"Prince, Mr. Zhou and Mr. Fan today have told me that I want to keep me and serve the prince."

Song Jin was stunned: "He, did they say it?" Why did the old man do this? He would say it himself after he had explained this!

Song Jin didn't know that he hadn't told Qing Huan for so long. The two elders thought that he was embarrassed. After all, they saved you for free, and you couldn't give it to others and asked them to stay for you to help you. This is too unreasonable - you should know that they basically have nothing now, and it will be very difficult to succeed, but this young man Yiyun Yehe obviously prefers a life of wandering around. Let's do this! The evil people and the others!

So Song and Jin's loyal ministers discussed and agreed that they would keep Mr. Meng so that they would no longer have to worry about the prince's health in the future, and even their lives would be guaranteed! Where can I find such a good thing?!

After a month of getting along, Song Jin and Qing Huan had a great conversation and were quite speculative. Song Jin trusted her very much when he saw her at first, and was strange that he didn't want her to work too hard. Being his adviser would definitely not be too safe. So in his heart, he never spoke, and he didn't mean to save her.

"Yes." Qing Huan put away the finished medicine bowl. "Prince guess what is my answer?"

She had already gotten up and left, but Song Jin became nervous: "What, what?"

Qinghuan walked to the door and smiled slightly: "I agree. In the future, I will be willing to serve the prince."

Song Jin sat in front of the table for a long time before punching the table with a punch and smiled.

"hiss……"

The table is still too hard.

Since Qinghuan promised to stay, the mansion's name for him changed from a young master to Mr. Meng. Her expression was unchanged. What's wrong with calling him Mr.? She just looked young and used to using this look. She was older than these people in her bones. Not to mention a gentleman, even her ancestors could bear it.

As Song and Jin's health improved, they also began to find ways to solve the current situation in Western Xinjiang. Mr. Zhou had already verified that the Western Xinjiang army had 200,000, but Western Xinjiang was still harassed by Hu people every year. If Hu people appeared on the streets of Xicheng, the people of the Zhou Dynasty would be so scared that they would kneel down immediately, and wait for them to walk past without raising their heads before they dared to get up.

What made the Hu people dare to be so arrogant? What did these 200,000 troops make?
Chapter completed!