More than 300000 dead souls, 80th anniversary!
It is necessary to extend the principle of covering China
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Cao Jin needs a warrior, full of evil spirit... It's better to be a murderous warrior.
Zhu Zhanji was a little dizzy and said, "is Cao An really frightened?"
"He hasn't even killed a chicken."
Fang Xing left it to Zhu Zhanji and slipped away.
But Zhu Zhanji had no choice, so he turned to Wang Yan.
"Timid?"
Wang Yan's men are all tough men who kill countless people. When he heard this, he couldn't help laughing.
"It's easy to do. There's a fighting man in our army. Just go there."
So Niubi?
Jia Quan couldn't help saying, "Lord Wang, if you say fighting Han, there are many old soldiers in Jinling City!"
Wang Yan said faintly, "it's just timidity. That man once scared his opponent to death. He was very angry. It's rare in the world. Go and make sure."
So the old army called Wuchuan went to Cao's house.
Wuchuan looks ordinary and can't see anything unusual.
When Cao Jin was disappointed, Wuchuan opened his eyes. The eyes were like snow thrown into a hot quilt in winter, freezing people's bone marrow.
"Where is he?"
Uh!
Even if there were domestic servants to accompany him, the hoarse voice still made Cao Jin feel numb.
When he got to Cao An's bedroom, Wuchuan coughed. When Cao an opened his eyes, he said in a voice damaged by the poisonous smoke: "they are all dead, they are all dead!"
With that, Wuchuan turned and left, leaving Cao Jin in a daze and Cao An lying on the bed.
"Find a doctor!"
In a burst of cries, Wuchuan walked slowly in the yard. Cao Jin chased out. He wanted to drink and scold, but finally resisted.
"You killed my young master!"
"Beast!"
Wuchuan went out of Cao's house expressionless, got on his horse, and the hundred officials who accompanied him frowned and asked, "won't you really kill me? But it's all right. Your highness won't blame me."
Wuchuan rode his horse and said, "he is just a chicken in my eyes. I disdained to kill chickens. I looked at him and said a word to ensure that he would be scared alive."
The hundred family officials said with a smile, "you scared the Warsaw to death in those years. He can't stand being a scholar."
Wuchuan said coldly, "that's because I'm eating people's hearts. It tastes good."
Baihu officer trembled, and the horse under him seemed to feel the evil spirit, and involuntarily opened the distance from the horse in Wuchuan.
"When you killed red eyes, you actually cut your heart and ate raw food on the spot. The enemy was frightened and our army won a great victory, but you couldn't be promoted because of this. Wuchuan, do you regret it?"
"What's the difference between a pig and a dog if I can't avenge the death of my eldest brother who is like a father and mother?"
Wuchuan smiled, but frightened the coachman driving opposite. He leaned back and fell into the carriage. Then there was a sound of scolding and kicking.
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Then Cao An fell into a coma and kept talking nonsense, with a high fever.
Cao Jin was almost crazy. She stayed by her bed all night until dawn.
"Father..."
After a night's sleep, Cao Jin's body was shocked with red eyes. He put down his towel and leaned slowly.
"Father."
Cao An's eyes were calm, like an eminent monk who had just got to know him.
"My son..."
Cao Jin's body shook and asked in a hoarse voice, "how do you feel?"
Cao An moved his body and said, "it's OK. I feel very comfortable and thoughtless."
The doctor came in and took a look and said firmly, "Yuanshan Gong, it seems that the prescription last night is right. Well, I'll write it down."
What traditional Chinese medicine needs most is experience, countless prescriptions, plus watching, hearing and asking, which can ensure the reproduction and survival of the Han people and avoid being exterminated by an epidemic.
But Cao Jin looked at Cao An's quiet eyes in a daze. After he had breakfast, he hurried to thank him.
……
"All right?"
Zhu Zhanji felt a little strange. Wang Yan said yesterday that Wuchuan had stunned Cao An. Whether he died or lived depends on today. He was still worried.
"Thank you, your highness."
When Zhu Zhanji came out, Cao Jin went to find Fang Xing.
The weather was still very cold. They were walking in the front yard. Cao Jin looked sideways from time to time. Fang woke up a little curious when she woke up more times.
"Yuanshan Gong, why?"
Fang Xing felt that he looked ordinary and didn't have any bastard spirit. He was stared at by an old man, which made him feel a little angry.
Cao Jin sighed: "Xinghe Bo, you used to be a scholar, and even won the Juren. Later, you abandoned your pen and joined the army and made outstanding military achievements."
"Yuanshan is flattered."
Fang Xing only felt that the vest was a little cold.
It's a problem to be courteous for no reason!
"Xing Hebo, you went to Jiaozhi to fight directly. Later, you have attacked the enemy many times. Are you afraid?"
"What am I afraid of?"
Fang Xing forgot his crazy vomit after his first murder, and said firmly: "those are the enemies of Daming. It's a life and death expedition. If you don't kill, you'll die. Besides, what's the fear of fighting for the country?"
"Well... Can you tell me something about dogs?"
Cao Jin has only Cao An, a promising son. If Cao An is decadent, the Cao family will be ruined.
"Er!"
Fang woke up and said, "to tell you the truth, Cao An is more intelligent, that is, he is a scholar who talks on paper. He has no strength to bind chickens..."
A weak scholar vomits after seeing blood is a normal reaction. If he continues to practice and goes to battle to kill several enemies, he will probably become a powerful soldier in the future.
But Cao An is a "Scholar"!
Literati don't practice martial arts!
Even at this moment, the literati still despise the martial arts!
Cao An is Cao Jin's hope for the rest of his life. The Cao family can only rely on Cao An for support in the next few decades.
Therefore, hearing Fang Xing's outspoken evaluation of Cao An, Cao Jin said sadly and bitterly: "it's difficult to have both civil and military skills! The dog has been studying hard all day without distractions. Naturally, he has no time to get other things."
Fang Xing shook his head and stopped saying this.
After waiting for Cao Jin to leave, Fang woke up and sighed, "it's useless. It's a scholar. It's ridiculous to be proud of it!"
Wang he didn't go back, and he didn't know what Zhu gaochi asked him to do. Fang woke up and didn't ask, and he didn't say.
"Xing He Bo, there are many people in Jinling. They shake their heads all day and have no policy in their hearts, but you can't accept this disciple."
Wang he kept it for a few days. His face looked white and fat again. It was just that he learned the way Fang stood with his hands on his back before he woke up. It looked a little funny.
Those fat hands were holding each other behind them, and their shoulders were pulled back. It looked funny and strange.
Fang Xing was making toys. He saw off a piece of wood and drew lines. All kinds of processing methods were used.
Looking at the rudiment of the little Trojan horse, Fang Xing put down the sandpaper in his hand and said, "the road to science is long, and it also needs courage. I'm not interested in students who have lost courage. It's out of sight."
Cao Jin was unwilling. Fang Xing just wanted to poke a stick with dates or not. Now it seems that it's useless.