Flourishing age's Medical concubine

Several people in black looked at each other and rushed towards Nangong Mo without saying a word. Now... There's nothing to say. It's just a last struggle. The smile on Nangong Mo's face was slightly restrained. It was rare not to use the usual dagger, but to draw a whip from his waist to fight the enemy. Nangong Mo has studied some other weapons when she has nothing to do in the past two years. After all, she doesn't do much as a killer. He always fights in close combat, which makes young master Wei very unhappy. Finally, after learning several kinds, I still think I prefer whips. Anyway, she will never be able to practice the peerless martial arts like childe Wei. Then choose one you like to learn and play.

A whip was thrown by Nangong Mo and danced like a spirit snake. With her brilliant identity, even several people besieged her. On the contrary, she was not lightly whipped by her whip.

"Flawless, don't play." behind him, came the voice of Wei Junmo. Nangong Mo raised his eyebrows and saw that childe Wei had stood on the low wall of the yard and threw his things to the ground. It was Hai rigu's head. It was only a moment before Hai rigu, known as the first God Archer of the Northern Yuan Dynasty, had no power to fight back in front of Wei Junmo. Of course, at close range, the bow and arrow do not have the upper hand over the long sword. Hairigu's strength is not even qualified to struggle in front of Wei Junmo.

As soon as the people in the water Pavilion saw Hai rigu's head, they were shocked. Look at Wei Junmo standing on the wall and Nangong Mo playing with a whip. And the soldiers of Chenzhou army who are eyeing around, where can they raise their fighting spirit?

Nangong Mo naturally could see their decadence and despair. He picked up Xiumei, put away his whip and walked to one side. She has no interest in fighting people who have completely lost their fighting spirit. Naturally, someone will deal with them. Looking up at Wei Junmo standing high, Nangong Mo smiled and said, "let's go."

Childe Wei nodded and floated down to Nangong Mo, "let's go."

Hai rigu's head is still reduced to one side of the dust and no one cares. The dusty head still had a look of horror and fear before death. In less than a quarter of an hour, the first God Archer of Beiyuan, who had just been complacent, had become a body separated from his head at one stroke. He could no longer see the glory and victory he thought. The only thing waiting for him was to fall into the summer hinterland thousands of miles away from Beiyuan. Perhaps, when Wei Junmo is in a good mood, he will let people send his head back to Beiyuan.

With Hai rigu's head back to the original place, the people who were secretly dissatisfied with Wei Junmo suddenly became more low-key. However, neither Nangong Mo nor Wei Junmo cared much about this. I didn't have much mind to pay attention, because there was finally a fight in Pengcheng.

Maybe it's because of the sudden increase of troops and horses in the imperial court, or maybe it's really annoying to be trapped by Chen Yu. Shaozhong and Shi Jingxiang, who have always adhered to Pengcheng, began to frequently provoke Chen Yu. Although they were trapped in Pengcheng for many days, their soldiers and horses actually had no loss. On the contrary, Youzhou army lost a lot because of the previous Siyang war and the serious injury of King Yan, which still had some impact on the morale.

Wei Junmo left Nangong Mo and Xiao qianjiong to take care of the Yan king, so he took all his work together with Xiao Qianchi and Xiao Qianwei to Pengcheng to help the war. Although Xiao Qianchi and Xiao Qianwei are quite honest these two days, who knows if they will smoke again? King Yan is seriously injured now. If he is angry, it's no use killing the two brothers.

When Wei Junmo took people away, the camp was much quieter immediately. Every day, Xiao qianjiong not only sends greetings to his father, but also stretches his neck and waits for the battle report in front, or he practices martial arts. It's much easier than Xiao Qianwei and Xiao Qianchi.

Nangong Mo feels the pulse of King Yan regularly every day to check the injury of King Yan. It's rare to have a free time after coming out of Chenzhou. However, King Yan's injury was occasionally repeated, which scared several military doctors to do things. Nangong Mo also spent a lot of effort to save people.

In the big tent, Nangong Mo raised his head and gently breathed out.

Liu Han, who stood beside her, immediately came forward with a handkerchief and wiped the sweat on her forehead. The doctors were shocked and asked carefully, "Princess... Prince, are you all right?"

Nangong Mo smiled, glanced at Xiao Qianwei, who seemed to be stunned, and said, "it's all right, don't worry."

Hearing the speech, Xiao qianjiong seemed to suddenly live, "cousin, father... How can father suddenly..."

Before dawn this morning, the military doctor who took care of his father came and told the king that he had a sudden high fever and fainted. It scared Xiao qianjiong very much.

Nangong Mo said with a faint smile: "the injury of the arrow on my uncle's chest is not small, and some fever is inevitable. Don't worry, it's all right. I'll re prepare a pair of medicine. In general, the injury is gradually healing, and there should be no worry about life."

Xiao qianjiong breathed a long sigh of relief. "If something happens to my father, how can I explain to my mother and my eldest brother..." although Xiao qianjiong looks like he doesn't worry about everything, his most loyal cousin left, and the two brothers are not there. No matter how thick skinned he was, he was embarrassed to let his cousin-in-law take responsibility. So Xiao qianjiong's spirit has been tight these two days.

Yan Wang slowly opened his eyes. Although he had just got out of danger, his spirit was much better than that of waking up two days ago. Even if he woke up two days ago, the king of Yan was still asleep most of the time. It looks much better now.

The Yan King moved his mouth, looked at Xiao qianjiong and said, "qianjiong... Go out first..."

Xiao qianjiong opened his eyes. "Father!?" he worked hard to keep his father for so long. The first thing he did when he woke up was to drive him out. Was it too ruthless?

The swallow King frowned, "you are too noisy."

Third childe Xiao is full of spirit and has a loud voice. I probably didn't know what a whisper is when I was born. Normally, his Highness the king of Yan naturally feels that his youngest son is vigorous and energetic, but now... With Xiao qianjiong talking, the king of Yan only feels that there is a voice buzzing in his mind.

Xiao qianjiong blinked wrongfully, stepped aside and covered his mouth, saying he would never speak again.

The king of Yan coughed stiffly for two times. He felt uncomfortable and said, "help the king up a little, and his heart is flustered." Nangong Mo shrugged his shoulders, indicating that his Highness the king of Yan's injury should not be moved. The beds in the army can not be moved and adjusted by themselves. Artificial movement will only worsen the injury of King Yan. Therefore, his Highness the king of Yan is still wronged and lies down for another two days.

The king of Yan didn't bother to argue with her. Anyway, now he is the weak one. The people in the big tent, including several military doctors, including Xiao qianjiong, absolutely listened to Nangong Mo's words more than to their own orders.