Daqin: Zulong Overheard My Rebellion Plan

Ying Zheng looked at the bamboo slips over and over again, with a strange expression on his face.

"There is no need to send overseers."

"I believe that Wang Jianjun's auspicious people have their own appearance!"

Li Si was stunned: "Your Majesty, the doctor asserted that Wang Jianjun must die.

Ying Zheng felt more and more strange.

Wang Ying, can he exhaust himself to death just because he threw a few javelins?

Do not make jokes!

Believe it or not, Wang Ying can throw you Li Si like a throwing gun dozens of feet away, and then throw Meng Yi to you as a companion.

After throwing it away, Wang Ying doesn't even smell bad?

Ying Zheng said in a low voice: "I have made up my mind, there is no need to discuss it any further!"

Meng Yi breathed a sigh of relief, Yan Ge fell asleep.

"My minister, thank you for your trust!"

Meng Yi did not doubt the doctor's judgment.

In Meng Yi's view, Ying Zheng's decision must be due to his trust in Meng Tian.

No longer dispatching the supervising army, it is worried that Meng Tian will think too much.

Li Si felt something was wrong.

But now that Yingzheng has made a decision, Li Si can't persuade him anymore, he can only clasp his hands and say: "My minister obeys."

Ying Zheng slightly nodded: "Today's court meeting will come here first."

"My dear friends, go and get busy."

"Dun Aiqing stay."

Only when all the courtiers retreated did Ying Zheng smile.

"This stick, it's still a snack!"

"If Fusu really gets seriously injured or even dies on the battlefield, I will never spare this Zhuzi!"

Although the military newspaper said that Wang Ying acted to rescue Wang Li.

But this does not prevent Ying Zheng from being pleased with Wang Ying's move.

After all, Fusu was also among the fleeing cavalry.

Dunruo smiled and said: "Wang Jianjun certainly inherited Wu Chenghou's stability."

"But after all, Wang Jianjun has the blood of the royal family, and the benevolence, responsibility and tolerance in his bones cannot be changed.

"Wang Li and Wang Jianjun have been together for a long time, just like biological brothers."

"Mr. Fusu is even Wang Jianjun's cousin. His bones are broken and his tendons are still connected. Even if Wang Jianjun doesn't know what's going on, he still has family ties in his blood."

"Any one of these two people is in danger, presumably Yu Jianjun will not sit idly by."

"Not to mention that Wang Li and Mr. Fusu are both in danger this time."

Ying Zheng nodded in satisfaction: "Not bad!"

"Eagle did a really good job this time!"

"Although this kid pretended to have some potential explosion, and even pretended to be about to die, he always made a move when it was time to make a move."

Thinking of Fusu, Ying Zheng couldn't help but have a headache.

"But how did Fusu go from admonishing me not to start a war to becoming a more radical fighter than me?"

His initial plan worked.

Wang Ying really broke Fusu's concept.

But isn't Wang Ying breaking it a bit too hard?

How could such a warlike person inherit Yingzheng's throne!

Having had a headache for a long time but still had no clue, Ying Zheng could only put this question aside for the time being.

Holding the brush in his hand, Ying Zheng spoke in a low voice after writing a silk book with splashes of ink.

"This time of crisis, Meng Tian explained that it was caused by the Bria tribe taking a path to bypass the scouts." "

"But, this matter involves too much!"

"I need more real information."

Ying Zheng looked up at Dun Ruo: "Go to the front line yourself, watch Meng Tian, ​​and protect Fu Su.

"If those Xiongnu cavalry were indeed attracted by Meng Tian, ​​I promise you to arrest Meng Tian on the spot and bring him back to Xianyang City for Fa-rectification!"

"Let's see for me, how long Wang Ying is going to pretend to be dead."

"If that Zhuzi doesn't pretend to be dead before the end of this battle, you will give this order to him."

After receiving the silk book from Ying Zheng, he immediately said, "Fate!"

Straightening up, Dunruo tentatively asked: "Then what if Wang Jianjun still pretends to be seriously ill after this battle is over?"

Ying Zheng snorted coldly: "Then tell this Zhu Zi, don't pretend anymore, I've already seen through!"

The weather is getting colder.

Every day the fighting continues, the probability of the Yellow River freezing increases.

The longer the time drags on, the stronger the resistance of the Huns will be.

So Meng Tian continued to attack without stopping.

The shouts of killing on the battlefield became more and more intense day by day, and the wailing in the barracks became more and more permeating.

Listening to the miserable wailing in the rear army, Wang Ying sighed softly.

"This is war!"

Rubbing his arms, Wang Ying felt that he couldn't lie down.

"Tie Dun, come here and help this son out for a walk."

Tie Dun quickly grabbed Wang Ying's arm: "My lord, stop pretending?"

Wang Ying shook his head: "I still have to pretend, but after laying down for five days, the injury should recover a little bit.

"If I lie down for a few more days, my son will probably get bedsores!"

With the support of Iron Shield, Wang Ying walked out slowly.

Just a few steps out of the tent, Wang Ying heard a scream.

Listen carefully, the timbre of this scream is actually somewhat familiar!

Wang Ying suddenly became interested.

"Go, go and see!"

Relying on the badge of the supervising army, no one from the house owner dared to stop Wang Ying.

Wang Ying easily entered the camp.

As soon as he entered, Wang Ying heard Meng Tian's anxious voice.

"Doctor Sun, is there really nothing you can do?"

"What kind of medicinal materials or manpower is needed, I will go to Shangjun to arrange it!"

However, Sun Zhe could only helplessly shake his head: "General Meng [Young Master] was seriously injured!"

"Fortunately, the alcohol developed by Wang Jianjun in the past can prevent the son from causing pain (infection), so that the son has a glimmer of life."

"But whether you can survive or not, you can only do your best and obey the destiny!"

Meng Tian closed his eyes in despair: "This is the general's eldest son!"

"This general, how can I resign myself to fate!"

Meng Chongde's face was pale, and his body was covered with sweat from the severe pain.

At this moment, he suppressed the pain and let out a weak but hearty laugh.

"Aweng, don't be sad."

"Wang Jianjun said well, from the moment I set foot on the battlefield, I should be prepared to die in battle."

"Wang Jianjun is the grandson of Marquis Wu Cheng, the son of Marquis Tong Wu, and he is the supervisor of this battle."

"Wang Jianjun died fighting hard, why can't the child die?"

Meng Tian's heart became more and more painful.

If Wang hadn't died in a fierce battle, Meng Tian was worried that the court would question his loyalty, and he would not have allowed Meng Chongde to lead his army to the city.

Originally, Meng Tian just wanted Meng Chongde to go up a few rounds, and after showing the loyalty of the whole Meng family who was willing to die for Da Qin, he continued to follow him.

But who would have thought that this charge caused Meng Chongde to almost die in battle!

At this moment, an equally weak voice sounded behind everyone.

"Who said the supervisor is dead?"

Meng Tian and the others turned their heads in astonishment, and saw Wang Ying who was pale but could walk with the support of the iron shield.

Meng Tian said in shock: "Wang Jianjun, are you still alive?"

Meng Chongde trembled all over: "Wang Jianjun cheated on the corpse!"

Sun Zhe rushed directly to Wang Ying's side, looking up and down at Wang Ying.

"How can it be!"

"How could you not be dead!"

"Sun has never heard of a person who can still survive after the explosive potential."

Wang Ying showed a smile: "Dr. Sun's medical skills are really profound.

"If it wasn't for Dr. Sun's advice, I wouldn't have realized that my near-death that day was actually due to the toxins produced by my body.

"However, the official believes that talking about toxicity regardless of measurement is completely hooliganism.

"Although my body has produced some toxins, it will not poison me to death."

When Sun Zhe heard this, he suddenly slapped his thigh.

"Talk about toxicity regardless of measurement, is it just playing hooligans?"

"That's right, Shinya!"

"Sun understood that Wang Jianjun's weak body did not make it easier for Wang Jianjun to die from the poison, on the contrary, it made the secretion of toxins less and could not endanger his life.

"I see!"

While speaking, Sun Zhe directly took out a roll of blank bamboo slips, held a carving knife in his right hand, and began to burn on the bamboo slips, as if he wanted to record this case.

Wang Ying smiled and nodded: "What Doctor Sun said is not bad!"

Did you take the initiative to help me find the reason?

Really good doctor!

Meng Chongde immediately asked: "Doctor Sun, is there no danger of Wang Jianjun's life?"

Sun Zhe said without raising his head, "Of course there are none."

"After that period of time, the body will no longer produce (Wang Qian's) toxins.

"Next, Wang Jianjun only needs to take good care of himself, and he will be able to return to health."

Meng Chongde grinned: "So, very good!"

"Aweng, you don't need to worry."

Meng Tian really doesn't need to worry about the court's suspicion anymore.

But precisely because of Meng Chongde's understanding, Meng Tian looked at Meng Chongde's eyes full of distress.

Xunsheng looked at Meng Chongde, and said kingly: "Meng Wubaizhu still cares about worrying about the army?"

"It's not light to be injured by Lord Wubai himself!"

Sun Zhe had just disinfected Meng Chongde's wounds with alcohol, and all the wounds had not yet been bandaged.

So Wang Ying could clearly see Meng Chongde's colorful intestines protruding from his abdomen, and the white bone stubble on his right shoulder.

With a cursory glance, Wang Ying saw at least sixteen arrow wounds and five knife wounds.

No wonder Sun Zhe said that whether Meng Chongde can survive can only depend on God's will.

In this era when wounds like this are treated with bandages and golden sore medicines, even if Xia Wuqiu and other imperial physicians were brought over, the answer would only be a set of three consecutive valleys.

Hopeless!

wait to die!

farewell!

But after carefully looking at the injuries on Meng Chongde's body, Wang suddenly spoke.

"Iron Shield, go get the medical kit."

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