"Huh? Oh! Okay."
Ji Jin glanced around subconsciously, and then thought, what happened to Mr. Ning being injured and she helped him?
Although there are differences between men and women, she and Mr. Ning are friends. Besides, it was Youchu who asked her to help him, so why should she worry so much?
then.
Ji Jin held Ning Wuyan's right side, Shen Youchu held Ning Wuyan's left side, and the three of them staggered downstairs.
When Yunfei and the other three found out that Ning Wuxu was not faking a foot injury, but that his foot injury had actually recurred. When they wanted to help, there was no place for them.
Just as Ning Wuyan walked to the turn of the stairs, he gave Yun Fei a hard look at the excitement and didn't mind it.
Yunfei shuddered and muttered guiltily: "I have an illusion that the young master will deduct this monthly silver from me."
"Xiao Yunfei, this may not be an illusion."
Qin Shi saw that Ning Wuyang was unwilling to exert his power on Shen Ji and the two of them, and could only stand on one foot, which felt distressed and funny at the same time.
However, before a smile could creep onto his face, he heard Ning Wuyang greeting Qiuniang.
"Hurry up and ask the doctor from Huichun Medical Center for me. My foot has relapsed before it healed. I don't know how long I will have to recover."
"..."
Qin Shi suddenly stopped laughing and jumped into the hall downstairs. He quickly walked up to Ning Wuyan, cupped his fists and bowed.
"Mr. Ning, don't worry. I will go to Hanshan Temple and ask Master Hua to help you heal your injuries. I will make sure your soles are intact within three days."
Within three days?
It's really urgent.
Ning Wuyan had no objection to the time arranged in advance by the old emperor when he dispatched Qin Shi.
He was just worried about whether this arrangement would affect the Chinese Normal University.
Fortunately, Qin Shi was going to invite Hua Shi to come over. If there was any impact, Qin Shi could handle it himself.
"Qiuniang, since Brother Qin Shi has gone to invite the Chinese Normal University, I won't bother you to send someone to Huichun Medical Center."
Ning Wuhuang put his hands on Shen Ji's shoulders and grinned happily.
"Let's go to the island in the middle of the lake!"
…
In the Xiyi Pavilion.
Descartes flipped through the news reports about Ning Wuyi, with a playful smile on his lips.
"Although the small things like being hit on the head by a grapefruit or being run over by a calf are not trivial, when such things accumulate, they become more likely to become people's chat after dinner. Qizal did a good job this time and knew how to deal with the details. , it will not cause Ning Wuhuang to be too alert, and it will also spread rumors among the people."
Amao couldn't help but feel happy for Qizal when he heard his compliment.
Qizar is his brother of the same race. If this errand is completed and the serious problem they had in Beidi during the competition is solved, they will definitely be promoted to level three and their future will be bright.
"Amao, how are the Japanese shore reclamation envoys doing these days?"
"After Emperor Daxing imprisoned him, I leaked the news to the Japanese stronghold according to the instructions of the flute messenger. The shore envoy has not received letters from the Japanese country for many days. He is using various means to try to contact the outside world."
Having said this, Amao looked around outside, put his head to Descarnato's ear, and whispered a few words.
After hearing the news about Amao, Descartes smiled happily.
"It seems that the Japanese will do whatever it takes to achieve their goals. They are in such urgent need of silver. It's hard to say whether they really care about their people or if they have other agendas."
"Messenger Di, do you mean that Japan is really preparing to occupy half of Daxing's troops?"
Although the number of soldiers performing duties in Daxing is decreasing every year, Daxing has a vast territory. The number of soldiers guarding the border and preparing for war alone is as high as 400,000, not to mention the garrison troops in various places, which add up to about 600,000.
What's more, Daxing has a population of tens of millions, while Japan only has a million people.
It was hard for Descartes to imagine that Japan could win this war.
"Even if the Japanese country has a season of omissions due to Daxing, it will allow the Japanese country to occupy this much territory. According to the national conditions of the two countries, it is really wishful thinking for the Japanese country to occupy half of the country in Daxing and occupy it for a long time. They will definitely spare no effort when there is a natural disaster. They are trying to expand externally to consolidate their rule. The Japanese country is still determined to be evil, and there is indeed something we can take advantage of."
Amao's eyes suddenly lit up and he asked curiously: "Flute Messenger, do you mean that we want to rescue Taro Kishizumi?"
"No, we have to force Taro Kishui again. We in Beidi disdain to associate with such traitorous Japanese pirates, but we can use the King of Jin to bring trouble to Daxing, and give the credit for eliminating Japanese pirates to the King of Jin. You guessed it, the Jin Dynasty will be happy with its success." King, how many soldiers and horses from Daxing will be mobilized?"
Descartes thought much about the fighting power of the Japanese pirates who were forced into a desperate situation. Even if he could not participate in it personally, he was very much looking forward to the tragic result of the fight between the two sides.
The Japanese country wants to use Beidi's troops to knock on the door of Daxing for them?
This natural disaster could just allow Japan to serve as a stepping stone.
Amao couldn't understand the meaning behind Descartes' many words, but he knew that if the general smiled, someone would be in disaster.
"Amao, go and give the evidence you have that Taro Kishitaro bribed Daxing officials to King Jin. King Jin is not trusted by Emperor Daxing now. We want to give King Jin a reward and add more manpower and support to King Jin. Helping our friends is helping us. If King Jin wants to win people's hearts, in addition to obtaining evidence, he must kill Taro Kishizumi and silence him. Remember to arrange Taro Kishizumi's escape route in advance."
"yes!"
Amao still doesn't understand what Descartes means.
But he didn't need to understand.
Because it was already clear what he was going to do.
…
Royal study room.
After Zhou Qian saw the disaster memorial sent by states and counties thousands of miles away, he sighed with a headache.
Money, money.
These ministers just want money, so where do the local tax dollars let them spend it?
Knowing that he had confiscated a lot of money from his house in Jinling, he immediately started looking for reasons to ask for money.
"Your Majesty, the autumn dryness is unbearable, why not drink a bowl of pear soup to relieve the heat."
Concubine Jing picked up the cooling pear soup from another low table and walked over.
When Zhou Qian saw this bowl of pear soup, he suddenly remembered that it was given by Imperial Concubine An. Because of King Jin's previous gaffe, he had recently punished King Jin to read "Daxing Shiji", so that King Jin could finally understand the cruelty and cruelty of the Japanese. Impermanence.
Knowing that Imperial Concubine An came twice a day to intercede and put in good words for Prince Jin, he naturally didn't want to see her.
Now that he saw the pear soup, he waved his hand impatiently.
"I'm not angry, I have a headache."
"Have a headache? I know how to relieve pain. Why don't you rub it for Your Majesty?"
Concubine Jing put down the pear soup and showed ten calloused fingers.
Seeing this, Zhou Qian suddenly felt that his head didn't hurt so much, so he waved his hand and picked up the pear soup.
"I'd better drink pear soup. Is there anything wrong with Concubine Jing's visit?"
"Can't you come and see His Majesty if you have nothing to do?"
Concubine Jing said, taking out a cloth bag from her sleeve and placing it on top of the memorial.
The cloth bag is just made of ordinary silk, and the pattern on Concubine Jing's body is from the same place. It can be seen that Concubine Jing made it with scraps after making the clothes.
Zhou Qian couldn't help but think of other concubines, who spent a lot of money, and every stitch on their body showed the wealth and splendor of the royal family.
Only Concubine Jing, who may have been born as a general, didn't care about these things. Except for those dusty weapons, which were rare treasures, her food and drink expenses were the simplest in the palace.
So seeing this cloth bag, Zhou Qian felt sour in his heart, and the pear soup in his mouth lost its sweetness.
He put down the pear soup and held Concubine Jing's hand, patting it gently: "My dear concubine, I have wronged you over the years. When I have more money, I will definitely compensate you."
"Your Majesty, how come I don't know that you still have plenty of money?"
