Airborne in the daughter country, the baby will be born at the beginning

Chapter 11 Give me a Great Yuan Dynasty!

(eleven)

Orange Yan lanterns, glazed tile lamps.

Those pieces of white snow scattered across the sky were buried in piles inch by inch.

The black candles gathered into a ball and the fire danced with the wind.

When he opened his eyes and closed his eyes, Wang Xuan was lying on the bedside, his lips were about to split.

"pain…"

He straightened his neck slightly and looked down, a scar of different shades and exposed flesh was drawn on his abdomen, which was particularly permeating.

Wang Shiyu squatted beside the bed, soaked a handkerchief in hot water and applied hot water.

"It's useless..." Wang Xuan retorted weakly.

"You, don't talk..."

She didn't seem to be bothered to listen, her eyes were dull, and her technique was quite skillful.

"I'm going to start sewing..." She raised her head, then lowered it again, without giving Wang Xuan any room to object.

"No! You don't even have anesthesia..."

She stretched out her hand, pinching a cup of black porcelain between her fingers.

"It's wine..."

"It won't hurt if you sprinkle it all over..."

Her face was full of ruthlessness, just hearing a "poof", the wine and color circulated in her mouth and spewed out in one gulp.

"呲~"

"It hurts..."

Wang Xuan closed his eyes, and the left side of his abdomen began to be randomly pierced with needles and threads.

"One shot, two shots..." He wished that all the black hair on his head would fall off.

"Three needles, four needles..." His flesh trembled slightly.

"Thirteen needles..." He sighed, sweating profusely.

"Fourteen stitches..." She finished sewing, and in a blink of an eye, Wang Xuan gasped weakly.

For an hour, the eyes slowly opened.

He supported the head of the bed, stood on tiptoe, and walked slowly over the desk.

The "man" frowned tiredly, with a bitter look on his face.

"Wang Shiyu..."

He called softly, in a trance.

"Didn't wake up..."

He tightened his stomach, and tremblingly picked apart the sutures little by little.

"One pill of Millennium Dahuandan guarantees that the disease will be cured..."

He gritted his teeth, and the scissors in his hand were snatched away.

"What? Are you planning to commit suicide?" She said lightly, and when she was awake, her hands were full of strength.

Wang Xuan turned his head, the scissors were still less than a foot away from his abdomen.

"No..." He had empty hands and pure eyes.

"Just try to play, just try to play."

While talking, he sat down at the desk and looked at the coffee table.

"Put on the red robe, it's late at night..." He took over the shawl and looked at each other silently.

"Please apply some medicine for me." She nodded and looked at it, as if she was about to say something.

The white plastic bottle said [iodine], Wang Shiyu took a cotton swab, dipped it, and applied it to the wound.

"It's something I've never seen before..."

She shook her head and smiled again.

Wang Xuan naturally took out the drawings from his sweater, but did not respond.

Candlelight.

"This time, who is attacking us?"

"I don't see it clearly, but there is some evidence..."

As Wang Shiyu said, she stood up and took out a bunch of purple velvet from her sleeve, her face almost embarrassed.

"Perhaps an outsider entered the country..."

"how?"

"Mongol."

"Oh…"

Wang Xuan didn't seem surprised by the answer.

He opened the blueprint and took a closer look.

"The end of the twelfth century..."

His fingers began to slide gently, as if a giant was stroking every plant and tree that belonged to him.

"Mongol?"

"It's a nice race..."

"Tomorrow, how about we go see them tomorrow?"

When he said that, his eyes were full of expressions.

Wang Shiyu resolutely refused.

"We can't get in..."

"It's dangerous there..."

"But you can do it, can't you?"

Wang Xuan rolled up the drawings again and took a closer look.

"You're injured, you can't go..."

"No! I'm fine..."

Wang Shiyu listened, lost in thought.

There is light in her eyes, but light and darkness are evenly matched.

[Two Days] [Business Team]

Wang Xuan touched the deep carbuncle in his abdomen, and the sharp blade of the arrow sheath made him languid in the strong wind.

The seams were strangled by the silk scarf, and the bloated coat looked like a nomadic old man.

They carried the carriage, and the up and down roulette moved gradually.

Go out of the city and go to Mongolia.

The big waves are raging, and the sand is rolling in...

In the daytime, the "top of the cliff" is still vivid.

Wang Xuan lowered his head to catch a breath, then raised his head, and there were crowds of black shadows, and the figures became fog.

The overwhelming sound of horseshoes slipped away from my ears and returned.

Just listen to the hooligan whistle blowing.

The back of Wang Xuan's neck was immediately attacked in the sandstorm.

He fell on his back and passed out lying on the grain bag of the carriage business team, but [Fang Sheng]'s reminder was in his mind.

"Your Highness, don't worry."

"As long as I'm here, no one can enter your bedroom!"

Wang Xuan thought, the corners of his mouth turned up, completely unconscious.

Maybe it's the lethargy caused by the lack of sleep in the previous few days.

His flesh was driven to squirm like it was out of joint.

Forward, backward, left, right...

"Hey! Did you get enough sleep?!"

A loud, thunderous growl woke him up.

Wang Shiyu's face was serious and trembling.

"Wake up..." He half-closed his eyes and looked around.

The man sitting quietly in the hall is named [Temujin].

He was burly and even domineering, approaching, his face in his thirties was covered with scars.

He shows a "handshake" of respect.

But in Wang Xuan's eyes, it's just a "living fossil" who knows etiquette.

"Can I talk to you alone?"

"Yes, and we can have a drink afterwards..."

Fluent Chinese makes Wang Xuan somewhat envious.

However, the purpose of his coming here is not to accuse the Liao Kingdom of sending people to "assassinate" him...

Wang Xuan knew that this time period was: [1195], Temujin was probably still seizing power from many tribes.

And [Destroying the Southern Song Dynasty, Emperor Cheng] is still far away from him...

As the sun set, the two chatted happily.

Temujin's special dinner will escort the two of them tomorrow.

It's just that Temujin wanted Wang Xuan to "show his hand" on the spot.

The banquet is the target of public criticism, Wang Shiyu watched, and three or five shooting ranges were carried to the main hall alive.

It is said that the Mongols are unique in martial arts, and there are many Chinese among them.

Temujin paid attention to the word "ritual".

He said: "Women are fair to women."

After the brothers yelled loudly, Wang Shiyu broke out in cold sweat.

The Mongols have always looked down on the women of Pingyong Country, if it weren't for the two forces of [Jin] and [Xixia] competing with each other.

I'm afraid that Pingyong country has long been razed to the ground.

Now it's good to throw yourself into the trap.

If you say you lose, it will be shameful to spread the word!
Say you win, maybe your life will be buried here!
"Everyone knows that Mongolian women are the weakest, and they can run all over the street with their heads up..."

"Don't even think about our princess, he is famous for being strong in literature and weak in martial arts..."

As soon as this remark came out, he immediately refused to give the Mongolian brother face.

Wang Xuan glanced at Wang Shiyu, and quickly bowed to Temujin.

"I can compare, although rumors say that Princess Pingyong is strong in writing and weak in martial arts."

"But it's not that I don't know it at all. I also practice secretly."

"That was my husband just now, he is not sensible, I hope Brother Temujin will forgive me..."

Temujin listened, nodded, and his subordinates clapped their hands and beat drums.

The compact and orderly two rows of women are all thick-backed. Under the cover of lamps, they come out to look wide and narrow.

There are housekeeping skills on the back.

Various "hunting weapons" such as machetes, spears, nooses, and darts are listed.

"Pick one! Pick one!" The rugged men shouted in response, which made the momentum even more majestic.

The women in black veils took off their coats in unison, revealing their mink-trimmed underwear.

Their figures are more plump and sexy than imagined.

It seems that other than the figure and weapons, people know nothing.

Wang Xuan approached slowly and observed them one by one.

"I'm looking for the most confident one!"

He muttered silently in his heart, his eyes were piercing.

One, with the rustic wild mountain flavor, let him pass directly.

One, with a black charred barbecue smell that made him stay away every step of the way.

Every woman and even he didn't even look at them, they all gave up...

He seemed to have smelled that unusual smell.

He raised his head and looked at each other. The woman had a bow on her back, and her body exuded the seductive fragrance of smoked cream.

"It's her..."

The audience was silent, and there was something strange in Temujin's eyes.

"Yes..." The woman nodded, and took advantage of the situation to gently pull the bow on her back and shoulders, and it popped out quickly.

Just hear a "whoosh" sound.

An iron arrow hit the bullseye of the palace gate.

Her name is [Utasaki River], and it is said that she is Temujin's brother and sister who recently paid homage.

(End of this chapter)