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

Chapter 18 Me and [You], [No Problem]

(Eighteen)
Lu You is holding the drawing in his hand, and that [painting] of blue sea and blue sky is the last [relic] left by Fan Chengda.

It is said that when it was discovered, the person was lying in [Zangshu Pavilion] and died.

Holding a paintbrush in his hand, he pasted his entire face on the big [pictures].

"Give a good burial..."

Wang Xuan helped Lu You to sit in the bedroom, his haggard face made people feel distressed.

"Old Lu, how about burying [Senior Fan Chengda] in Pingyong Country?"

"Of course you can..."

"After all, it's not easy to die when you travel through mountains and rivers..."

"but…"

"I still need to change into a new set of clothes. I can take the old ones back to [Southern Song Dynasty] as an explanation..."

"It is not a good thing for the two countries to exchange missions, since this situation occurs."

"With my proof, [Southern Song Dynasty] can believe it."

"It's natural."

Wang Xuan nodded, and called people to hurry up and make the best men's clothes.

"[Original blueprint] please bring it back, Senior Lu, we can make a copy, it will be better..."

"His Royal Highness is wise..."

"The old man wanted to say the same thing just now, but after thinking about it, he couldn't say it."

"Since His Majesty the Sovereign also has this intention, it would be great."

"Old Lu, you are too serious."

"The completion of the blueprints depends on the study of senior Fan Chengda. Our Pingyong Kingdom provides material resources, and the Southern Song Dynasty provides manpower."

"Originally, we should share blueprints together..."

"And there is Sir Sizhi, your contribution..."

When Wang Xuan said this, he was silent for a long time.

"I heard that when you were in a coma, you originally planned to go back [Southern Song Dynasty] with Mr. Fan Chengda yesterday, but because I was unconscious, you have been waiting for me..."

"In this way, Mr. Fan Chengda died in a foreign country and left the [clothes tomb] and sent it back to the [Southern Song Dynasty]. I really don't know if you will be affected if you go back..."

As Lu You listened, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"Your Highness, you think too much..."

"As you said, we are [friends of Wangnian], if you don't wake up, you are [confidantes], how can I turn a blind eye?"

"Send off [Fan Chengda] today, and I will rush back to [Southern Song Dynasty] immediately."

"You don't have to worry about my safety, I will definitely explain the ins and outs of the whole thing to [the emperor] after returning home..."

"It's said that old people don't stay in the middle, and I also have a premonition that I don't have much time..."

"Although Pingyong Country is a city, the soil is fertile and there are many talented people."

"It is a great honor to meet His Majesty the Sovereign in the last years of my life..."

"I'm afraid it's even harder to say goodbye..."

"Senior Lu, you must never say that..."

Wang Xuan held the teapot, poured a glass of water, and sat down again.

[For two hours, the funeral and farewell seemed extremely short. ]
"Three months is too fast..."

Looking at Lu You who walked into the carriage and walked hard.

Wang Xuan's expression was instantly complicated.

He held the handkerchief in his palm, as if returning to the first time we met.

"Senior Lu, take care..."

I saw the gate of the city was wide open, he bowed his waist, and made the last [farewell].

The solitary smoke in the desert makes the already blurred carriage pale.

[Fan Chengda] was buried outside the south city gate, Wang Xuan couldn't afford to be extravagant to a [man].

Even a great [geologist].

The attendants listened, and began to shovel and throw dirt.

Floating sand, wanton splash.

He took out a [copied] [drawing] from his corsage and set it on fire in front of the grave.

[Asia], [Africa], and [South America] have all been drawn.

The incense was lingering, and the empty sound of "Didi Dongdong" sounded in Wang Xuan's ears again.

[Ding! ]
[The world time has been accelerated by five months...]
The footsteps were slow, and when Wang Xuan turned his head, tall branches had already erected on the grave at the south gate.

The bewildered female servants looked dumbfounded.

They were at a loss with their mud-stained [shovels], looking like they were in a dream.

[Empty and empty], the world time came suddenly [five months later]...

The education system of [Military Academy No. [-]] and [Military Defense No. [-]] is developing rapidly.

[According to the system display: more than ten people have understood chemistry "Chapter 1" so far]
But when Wang Xuan thought that the project construction had been completed, [Military Academy District [-]] and [Military Defense No. [-]] were only three or two [organizations].

"Du Ziling, Fang Sheng, why has it been five months and [Military Academy District [-]] and [Military Defense No. [-]] have not been completed yet?"

He was full of doubts, and he was greeted by two [confused] faces.

"Your Majesty, it's only been a few days, how can it be five months?"

Wang Xuan was startled, then ran to the city defense and looked at [Fan Chengda]'s grave.

The branches are tall and the grass is withered, and the time has really passed five months.

The attendants in charge of burying the earth gathered together, and they stated that they did [nothing].

Wang Xuan fell into deep thought, lying on his side on the bed alone.

The appearance of [Xiao Weiwei] somewhat diverted his interest, but how could a half-month-old child [sit alone]?

"When did this happen?"

Wang Shiyu shook her head.

"It's going to be done this morning..."

He rubbed his knuckles dully, as if thinking about something.

Look up and check the lucky value index has also skyrocketed [10000].

[Two days later]

[Carrier Pigeon] This is the analysis of the battle situation from the lonely smoke in the desert.

[The Hooded Tribe] Temujin intends to emerge suddenly, and this also makes Wang Xuan more convinced of the [law] of the world time.

His big Mongolian brother [Temujin] is about to fulfill [the promise] now.

"One thousand long guns, three thousand rounds of ammunition..."

Wang Shiyu watched, unable to close the corners of his mouth.

"madman…"

She cursed, then looked at Wang Xuan restrainedly.

"Visiting [Mongolia] the day before yesterday, the cooperation agreed between Wang Xuan and Temujin turned out to be [military strategy]."

"We sent out [gun ammunition supplies], and the Mongols went out [manpower battlefield]."

"Working side by side..."

"But what good would that do us?"

Wang Shiyu asked puzzledly, and the veins on her face gradually showed.

"[Peace]…"

Wang Xuan said lightly, then spread out the blueprints in his arms, and kept sliding his fingers.

"Here, here, and here will be the Mongol [world] in the future."

Wang Shiyu stared, puzzled.

"How do you know..." she muttered to herself, her voice was very low.

"Because this is Temujin's [plan]."

Wang Xuan tried to say this, but Wang Shiyu would not believe him at all.

"A group that has risen slightly, how dare you be so sure?"

"There are dozens of tribes in Mongolia, is it possible that [Temujin] can unify?"

"Instead of trusting [Temujin], we might as well build good relations with [Xixia] and [Jin] at the same time. Wouldn't it be more [invincible] by doing so?"

Wang Shiyu's thinking is quite proper, but how can Wang Xuan tell her about the future?

Wang Xuan properly packed up the drawings, turned his back and looked out the window.

He then took a deep breath.

"Yuan Sheng..."

Wang Shiyu was dumb and looked at him.

"Tell me, who is the [His Royal Highness] of Pingyong Kingdom now?"

"you…"

She lowered her head and stared at him intently.

He approached slowly, his eyes dull but bloody.

"Then, do as I say..."

Wang Xuan walked out slowly, feeling extremely depressed.

"[15000 lucky value] is enough..."

He meditated, grasping a handful of light lightly in his hand, and then disappeared into the light...

(End of this chapter)