The heroine engages in introversion in another world and saves herself from becoming a big boss

Chapter 4 "Da Qian Wen Bao"

At this time, Song Hanhai touched the healed wounds on his body with a look of surprise.

As he touched it, his eyes turned red.

An eight-foot-tall man, with tears in his eyes, seemed to be crying, "Daughter! How can such a good thing be used on daddy? Dad is just a rough man. I can just take care of this little injury." , is it worth using this good thing?"

After he finished speaking, he quietly glanced at Prince Ming on the high seat.

King Ming's face was cold and hard, and it seemed difficult to distinguish between joy and anger.

Then, Song Hanhai continued to howl, "Daughter, you are not even at the lowest level of the ninth level, these things are all left for you to save your life! Your father and I work for the prince, how can the prince not take it? Can you provide me with the medicine to treat the injury?"

Prince Ming had long known Song Hanhai's ruthless character, but even so, after hearing the last sentence, he couldn't help but laugh angrily.

This is a way to provoke generals!

I'm going to let him supplement Song Lanyi with some good things.

Song Lanyi's eyes twitched wildly as she listened.

She silently glanced at her familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar father, then looked at Prince Ming, who was as imposing as Yuan Ting Yue Zhi, and coughed lightly, "Dad, actually... I still have a lot of this stuff."

Song Hanhai:?

His eyes turned red again.

He touched his daughter's head lovingly.

Silly girl, why is this happening to me? I am seeking benefits for you.

Alas, my daughter is so stupid, what will she do without him as a father?

Just as Song Hanhai was about to say something, he saw Song Lanyi turning around to look at Prince Ming and bowing.

"Shuobei is cold and miserable, and few doctors are stationed here. Even if the court instigates it, it will only be a drop in the bucket for a hundred thousand Ping An troops. I grew up in Shuobei, and I just wish I was not a man and could not kill the enemy with poetry."

"Now that I have found a few prescriptions, I just want to join the army and become a pharmacist, which can be considered as a small contribution to the Ping An Army."

Prince Ming raised his eyebrows.

This is really a no-brainer.

Although Prince Ming didn't have much conscience, he still asked one more question, "Are you sure? It's bitterly cold in Shuobei. This is not just talk."

Behind Song Lanyi, Song Hanhai winked wildly.

Song Lanyi seemed to have thought of something, gritted his teeth and said, "I'm sure!"

There is another hidden reason.

Prince Ming's mind was racing, he winked at the chamberlain beside him, and then nodded slightly, "I understand, you can go back in peace. Your father has done a great job this time, so you can rest in peace."

"It's getting dark, let's go back."

When the people were gone, the waiter hurried over.

He leaned into King Ming's ear and whispered a few words.

Prince Ming's face suddenly darkened.

"Zhong Rui... I'm just a clown, but he dares to be so presumptuous."

He leaned on the back of his chair and narrowed his eyes, "I give you my order. Zhong Rui, the son of the general, defied military regulations and insulted the commander of thousands. After that, I will whip him two hundred times."

The chamberlain was shocked, "Your Majesty, after these two hundred whippings, the man is half-impaired. The one who attended the General's Mansion... is still there..."

Prince Ming sneered, "If Zhong Lingfeng hadn't been here, it would have been more than just two hundred whippings."

"What's more, Zhong Lingfeng is just a dog of... If not, I would have killed him as well!"

Seeing King Ming's firm tone, the chamberlain couldn't help being shocked when he saw King Ming's murderous intent. He quickly looked at his nose, nose and heart, stepped back to the left, and said no more.

Prince Ming lightly clasped his knuckles on the table, "How dare you take down a general if you are willing to be killed? Song Hanhai is an unusual girl. I wonder...can this strange story be published in the Daqian Wenbao?" "

Returning home on a snowy night.

Inside Song's house.

After hearing what Zhong Rui did, Song Hanhai punched the table.

Song Lanyi looked at the cracks on the solid wood table and then at her father's sand-bowl-sized fists, her eyelids twitching wildly.

In an instant, the father's angry scolding came.

"His grandma Di Xiong, what kind of bullshit son of a ginseng general is he? He's as skinny as a monkey, and he's worthy of my daughter? Grandma Di Xiong, I have to beat him up... cough, talk to him."

After saying that, Song Hanhai hurriedly walked out.

Song Lanyi was helpless.

Didn't you say, what are you doing with the sack?

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

Go to Beijing.

This is the core of the Daqian Dynasty and the headquarters of the "Daqian Wenbao".

At this time, the genius is bright and the stars in the sky have not yet disappeared.

At the newspaper headquarters, the only sound left was the rustle of pen tip and paper as pages were copied.

At this moment, there was a subtle "coo" sound outside the window.

I saw outside the window a pigeon with a pure white body, a round body, and eyes the size of mung beans.

It looked indoors, tilted its head, and chirped a few more times.

The scribe by the window took off the letter and read it with a frown at first, but soon his eyebrows were raised high, and then he couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"You dare to pull down a general even if you are willing to be killed? Wonderful, wonderful! I didn't expect that I, Daqian Shuobei, would have such a strange woman!"

General?

This name tugs at the heartstrings of many people.

Many scribes responsible for copying raised their heads and asked, "But the news from the north?"

The scribe smiled and said nothing. After showing off for a while, he handed the letter to them and said, "You will know after reading it."

The rest of the people were a little indifferent at first, but when they saw the back, they all looked extremely weird.

Some people were shaking their heads, savoring half of Song Lanyi's poem.

"What a poem! What a poem! Although this poem is too plain and straightforward, it is amazing when placed in such a situation. The spirit of this little girl from Song Dynasty is not inferior to that of a man!"

"Yes, it's a pity...she is not a man!"

"Hush, don't mention this. In this year's meeting of the saints, the Hundred Flowers Saint also proposed to open up scientific scriptures for women, but the saints rejected it, saying that there is a lack of talent in the world. The Hundred Flowers Saint is very angry."

One of the scribes coughed slightly and said, "Okay, how can we make rash discussions about saints? Focus on copying!"

For a moment, the rustling sound of copying sounded again in the study.

The sky is getting brighter, and the copying and rubbing of "Daqian Wenbao" are completed.

When the streets of Shangjing were filled with the sound of morning stall vendors drinking and selling, all the sales points of "Da Qian Wen Bao" were crowded with people.

During this period, some people got the complete version of the newspaper immediately.

These people are the storytellers who hang out in various inns and restaurants.

In the teahouse and wine shop, there is a atmosphere of human fireworks.

A tall and thin young man stood on the stage, knocked the wood in his hand, and pulled out a copy of "Da Qian Wen Bao".

The tea guests in the audience were either blowing wontons in front of them or slurping noodles, while they pricked up their ears and listened to the storyteller reading the contents of the newspaper.

"But it is said that the war in Shuobei has slowed down a little. King Ming led his troops back to Dingyuan City last night and intercepted the secret report from the demons and barbarians..."

The storyteller's voice was high-pitched, and there were occasional comments below.

Among the crowd, there was a young boy about eleven or twelve years old, with lively eyes.

When he heard how King Ming fought against the demonic and barbaric crowd, he was even more yearning for it.

Next to him, stood a young man with a white face and no beard. His eyes were sharp and he looked around vigilantly, choosing the opportunity to act.

That’s the end of today, I wish you all a happy Friday~

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