Bianjing female doctor has a melon-eating system

"What do you know? That's not some barbarian. She's a dancing girl presented to the emperor by the grassland tribe. Didn't you see that the person who came to take care of her was Eunuch Han, who was beside the emperor?" Yang Jinya sat up with a pair of mung bean eyes. Yo yo.

Xu Da curled his lips: "Do you still think that Eunuch Han is the most favored eunuch by the emperor? My boss, that's all the old man! Eunuch Han has been out of favor for a long time. Now the father-in-law named Hu is the most favored eunuch. Eunuch Han Only worthy of doing thankless work."

Yang Jinya sat up from the recliner completely. He leaned forward and called Xu Da to come closer: "Is that true? Then the dancer he picked up this time..."

"Hey, boss, what kind of dancing girl? I just took a look at it when we led them to the wing. She was just a little girl of twelve or thirteen years old, with a flat figure and no appearance. She must be another new thing sent to the palace. , what kind of climate can it become?”

Yang Jinya clasped his hands together, cursed a few words, and instructed Xu Da: "Quickly, see if the food in the kitchen has been cooked? Don't let the cook cook! If I had known she was a little girl, I wouldn't have asked the kitchen to cook." "

Xu Da looked at the basin in his hand: "I still need to deliver water upstairs."

"What kind of water should I send? Go to the kitchen quickly and don't waste my food." Yang Jinya urged, "They don't have any money, so don't send anything up. Don't send this water either!"

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In the blink of an eye, when the moon and stars were dimming, very light footsteps sounded in the quiet inn.

As the stairs creaked in disrepair, a very thin and petite figure walked down as if floating.

The figure slowly walked into the kitchen, and after searching for a while, his eyes were fixed on a plate of hard pancakes. Then, like a hungry tiger pouncing on food, he grabbed a piece of biscuit and squatted by the stove to devour it. Although the swallowing speed is fast, it is quiet and silent, so he must be taught very strictly.

At this moment, the kitchen window was suddenly opened from the outside, and two young men came in one after the other.

The leader is one of the top little bullies in the capital. He spends his days messing around with cats and dogs. His name is Wei Shu, and he actually hates reading. Following closely behind him was Song Yu, the youngest son of Duke Zhen Guo, whose reputation was not as good as that of Wei Shu.

To talk about how these two "powerful men" in the capital broke into the kitchen of the Border Inn at night, we have to start with a bet.

The Emperor of Yan loved singing and dancing the most, and it happened to be the time for the tribes in the grasslands to offer gifts. In order to suit his liking, the Tatar tribe sent a beauty known as the "Peerless Dancer" to Beijing. As soon as the news spread, countless people were waiting to see the dancer's grace.

A group of dandy boys in the capital proposed to visit the boudoir at night and experience it in advance. But after hearing that the dancer temporarily lived in the inn at Tianyueguan, they all retreated.

Without him, Tianyue Pass is too far from the capital. Not willing to run around, that is, too lazy to move.

In the end, lots were drawn to decide the candidate. The little bully Wei Shu unfortunately fell into the trap. He couldn't save face and regretted it, and he didn't want to go alone, so he took Song Yu with him.

"Stupid Wei, this doesn't look like a place where the legendary dancer would live? If you let me go all the way in vain, I will expose you." Song Yu threatened word for word. At the same time, he raised his leg and kicked Wei Shu on the calf.

Wei Shu's legs went weak and he almost knelt on the ground.

"Song Yu, when will you change your habit of kicking people?" Wei Shu whispered and distanced himself from Song Yu.

After taking only two steps, Wei Shu stepped on something hard. He picked it up and looked at it in the moonlight. It turned out to be a broken bowl with a chipped mouth. He whispered in embarrassment: "Um, um, did you enter the wrong room? This is probably the kitchen."

Song Yu took a deep breath and strode towards Wei Shu's direction.

"What did you say?"

Wei Shu hurriedly retreated: "Calm down your anger. This is different from the structure of the post station in the capital. Don't blame me!"

Song Yu gritted his teeth and chased after him: "You idiot Wei, you are really incapable of achieving anything. How many times have you tricked me? I am really obsessed with you today. I believed your evil and came here on horseback in the middle of the night. No, this mouthful I have to get angry!"

"Song Yu, Brother Song! Spare your life, spare your life."

The space in the kitchen was too small, and Wei Shu had no choice but to retreat. He leaned against the stove and closed his eyes, clasped his hands together and said, "My life is at stake!"

Song Yu walked calmly, but did not pay attention to his steps. Suddenly he tripped over something. In a hurry, he grabbed Wei Shu's lapel and fell to the ground with Wei Shu.

Along with the "crackling" sound of pots and pans falling, the moonlight outside the window slowly filtered in.

There was a thin figure squatting on the ground. Song Yu stumbled and held on to the pillar to steady himself. "Who! Come out!" Song Yu held the dagger tightly, his eyes as sharp as arrows.

Under the dim moonlight, the Ten Guardians raised their hands and stood up carefully.

"No, don't kill me, I just came to the kitchen to find something to eat."

Song Yu took a closer look and saw that she was a thin little girl, shivering, but she was quite fair and tender, and the moonlight made her skin look like water.

"Who are you? Where are you from? Why are you wearing weird clothes?" Song Yu put a dagger against the girl's chin and curiously fiddled with the beads on the girl's clothes.

He looks very much like a playboy who is idle and idle.

The girl raised her head in fear, fearing that she would be stabbed by a dagger. While answering Song Yu's question, she quietly moved her hands behind her back.

"My name is Baorao, and I'm from the Tatar tribe."

As soon as she finished speaking, the girl fumbled for a fire stick.

"Oh, from the grassland? Baorao? This name is so strange. What should it be called in our Central Plains dialect?"

"Yu, Baorao means rain."

Song Yu clicked his tongue: "The names given by you naughty people are not poetic at all. Why don't I give you one? Seeing that you are so thin, let's call you the Ten Guardians. Wei is the little one. You know what it means, right?"

The girl responded obediently: "Thank you."

Seeing that she was obedient, Song Yu took the dagger away with confidence. But at this moment, the girl hit Song Yu on the head with a stick.

Song Yu was not mentally prepared at all. He was confused and his legs gave out and he fell to the ground.

"Come here! Help! I'm in trouble!" The girl

tribute gift

The melodious sound at the palace banquet

The man put his right hand on his left chest in salute, leaned slightly and said, "Honorable Emperor of Yan State, on behalf of the Tatar tribe in the grassland, I present you with a treasure."

Emperor Yan Zhongqi, whose body was drained by alcohol and sex, narrowed his eyes and stared at the man for a long time.

Suddenly he stood up and pointed at the man and said, "If I am not satisfied with the treasures presented by your tribe, you know what will happen."

The man shrank, of course he knew what would happen. Three tribes have been destroyed because they offended Yan Zhongqi.

Song Yu secretly rolled his eyes, but when he saw the person who appeared, his eyes widened.

Enemies will not stop hunting just because their prey is isolated.

Prairie hawks are good trackers. Dozens of goshawks flew across the sky with the sound of sharp wind, and their talons were decorated with the totem of the Tata tribe.

An eagle's cry exploded in the air, filling the sky with shock. Along with the cry of the eagle came the cheers of those sturdy men.

For a moment, screams, the sound of horse hooves, the cry of eagles and their ferocious laughter were mixed together.

The tranquility of the grassland was disrupted.

The leader is the leader of the Tatar tribe, named Tulu. He is the strongest man in the tribe, with vigorous and powerful totems tattooed on his bare arms. Tulu didn't look particularly rugged, but the beard that covered his face made him look a few years older.