Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"...don't dare to be, dare not be!"

Listening to the tone of the first words, it seems that there is no doubt about him, Lu Wantian can't help but breathe a sigh of relief in his heart.

Immediately, he put on a dog-legged smile, and continued to bow his hands to flatter him, "All of this is because of your wiseness and martial arts, and your good guidance in the court, so Wei Chen was able to implement these wonderful methods of disaster relief and anti-epidemic, and rescue me. Meng people!"

"Why did Lu Aiqing attribute all the credit to Gu? Gu is the one who dare not take it..."

...

Hearing these two people sing along with each other in a nutritious and hypocritical manner, Xiang Xing on the side couldn't help rolling his eyes silently.

This one by one is really a drama...

As a result, after the first speech and Lu Wantian played and sang for almost an entire morning, the entire disaster relief and anti-epidemic brigade began to distribute anti-epidemic materials.

With the arrival of the Western Tour troops, the elites of the Imperial Hospital, also under the instigation of the first words, prepared a good medicine that combined the treatment of internal injuries and the strengthening of the body at the fastest speed, and distributed it to all those who were deeply tortured by sinister poison. of the people.

With sufficient manpower and materials, as well as the unremitting efforts of the elites of the Taiyuan Hospital, the remaining epidemic in the West Bengal area was finally successfully brought under control.

At this point, the West Bengal region has gradually recovered its former vitality, and those foreign businessmen who visited and traveled through the border have also been able to come back to exchange and trade.

The people cheered, and Lu Wantian decided to use the name of Ximeng City to hold a bonfire meeting in the Ximeng area, which is only held on major festivals, and warmly invited the Western Tour team to celebrate together.

Soon, night falls.

Inside and outside the city are lively and boiling, the festive red light of the bonfires, as well as the joyful singing, dancing and laughing of people, accompanied by the sizzling aroma of barbecue, spread throughout the West Bengal area.

Originally, Xiang Xing was supposed to join the first resignation to attend a dinner party in the main city of Ximeng.

But she made a random excuse for not acclimatizing, pretending to rest, but in fact, she slipped out of Ximeng City with Xiao Nan and others, went to the base camp of the disaster relief camp, and participated in the bonfire party of the people.

——Nothing else, just to be able to eat a few more pieces of meat...

Nonsense, compared to the outside, the main city of Ximeng is a lot deserted first... Plus she has to eat like a queen, and if she is full, there will be ghosts!

Wronged anything, can not be wronged stomach.

Xiang Xing and Ya Ya both thought so.

As a result, the people in the camp saw the Empress put on her usual light blue dress, a green fat parrot on her head, and Xiao Qinger, and they both sat at the front of the barbecue rack. .

Holding a big meat skewer, screeching, eating fragrant...

After feasting on the first round of barbecue, the little guy looked at the direction of the main city of Ximen City, which was also brightly lit.

Well.

My stomach is full, but I always feel a little empty in my heart.

I don't know if a certain guy has enough to eat and drink in the main city.

Just when Xiang Xing was slightly disappointed, suddenly, a cup of hot tea was handed in front of her.

Xiaonan's laughter can be heard in his ears: "Niangniang, drink some tea, Xiaoxiaoshier~"

Then, without waiting for Xiang Xing's response, he concealed his smile, and while deliberately raising his hand to look into the distance, he winked at her slyly, "Does the niangniang want to be holy?"