The Favoured Medical Princess

Some people are waiting to throw flowers, while others are waiting to watch a good show.

These things were spread in Luoyue City, and no one cared about what was true or what was false. It was just a little more gossip.

For Mandarin Bai, he doesn't care about these trivial things.

He and Xiao Yi proposed a new military service system in Kailian City, Fuzhong City, Yanding City, Yongjia City and Dengli City after two years of trial, and since the beginning of the year officially began to implement this military-civilian integration in other cities For the military system, in the past two months, Mandarin Bai has been busy with the military system except for giving Xiao Xiaoyu a lesson.

Occasionally idle, he would take Xiao Xiaoyu out together, go to Shantang, go to see the farmer's land, go to see the soldiers clean up the dam...

Early this morning, Mandarin Bai took Xiao Xiaoyu to Anxingzhuang, Liuli outside the city.

Anxingzhuang is a village used to settle veterans.

For those veterans who were wounded, disabled and homeless on the battlefield, Xiao Yi set aside money and set up Zhuangzi and fields in several places on the outskirts of Luoyue City, allowing them to live and work in peace and contentment.

Among them, Anxingzhuang is the closest to Luoyue City. From the gate of the city, it is about Mo Yiyi's kung fu.

Guan Yubai didn't inform Zhuangzi in advance. When Zhuangzi's narcotics learned that Marshal and Shisun were coming, he was almost dumbfounded and ran to Zhuangzikou to meet him at the fastest speed.

But Zhuang Zikou was empty, and someone immediately told him that the Grand Marshal and Shisun took the doctor to Bao Laoliu first.

Suddenly, the numbness choked, and went to Bao Laoliu's house breathlessly.Bao Laoliu's family is not good. In case the nobleman is shocked, he can't afford it!

The numb things became more and more anxious, and I ran sweaty and out of breath. I finally saw Bao Laoliu's house, and there were many people watching the lively at the entrance and the third floor.

"Let let... let it go."

As the nauseous man said, he shoved and walked forward. He heard a milky and milky child in the room and asked with concern: "Uncle, are you still in pain?"

"No more pain, no more pain," another rugged male voice said flatteredly. After a pause, he added sincerely, "It will hurt when the wind and rain, and this pain knows to fall It's raining."

At this moment, the douche affairs finally reached the forefront of the crowd, standing staring out of the threshold and staring inside.

I saw a two or three-year-old boy in blue clothes sitting behind a table of eight immortals in the hall. The boy wrinkled his poor bun face and said angrily: "Father, it always rains in spring..." Uncle Na Does it always hurt?

The boy's pretty little face was distressed, but there was no fear.

Dumbfounded dumbfounded, his gaze slowly moved to Bao Laoliu, who was sitting sideways.

Bao Laoliu was a honest man in his thirties. He lost an arm on the battlefield with Baiyue five years ago and ruined his face. A raised scar ran across his right eye and nose bridge. Inch is long, the enemy's knife not only made him lose his right eye, but also his appearance became terrible, not to mention a child, even many adults were afraid when they saw it.

The younger grandson was just over two years old, and he was afraid of frightening the younger grandson in his mind, and now he is finally at ease.

Yeah, this is their grandchildren, the world that was killed on the battlefield in Zhennan Wangfu, their grandchildren are naturally different from ordinary children.The numb man proudly raised his waist and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his cuffs.

The official Bai sitting next to Xiao Xiaoyu gently rubbed the soft hair of the little guy, and then ordered the military doctor standing by to give Bao Laoliu a pulse.

Taking advantage of this gap, the douche rushed over the threshold and walked in.

"Have seen the grandchildren, Marshal!" The man in charge respectfully saluted the official Mandarin Bai and Xiao Xiaoyu. "The little one is the manager of Anxingzhuang."

"You don't have to be cautious." The official man Bai Bai smiled casually, "My grandson and I are just here to visit the veterans here."

The official language Bai Ping has a mild temperament, but there is a trace of alienation, but as long as he is willing, it can be convincing and make people feel like a spring breeze.

"Yes, Marshal." The numb man responded quickly, his stiff body relaxed.

If the people in southern Xinjiang were just the names of the official army and the official language Bai, then since the official language Bai was officially named the marshal of the military and horse in South Xinjiang, the life story of official language Bai in South Xinjiang can be said to be nothing. Everyone knows no one knows, these two storytellers in the teahouse have been the favorite stories of the past two months.

The marshal was born in the door, loyal to the liver, defending the home and defending the country, and he still remembered these veterans who retreated on the battlefield, and their princes were the same.Youdao is "the heroes love each other," and it's no wonder that the marshals got rid of the pedantic Dayu and worked for them in southern Xinjiang!

Between his thoughts, the douche watched Guanyu Bai and Xiao Xiaoyu's eyes brightened, and their expressions were more attentive, so that Xiao Si was covered in goose bumps.

Soon, the middle-aged military doctor also explored Bao Laoliu's pulse. He said that he could give Bao Laoliu two prescriptions, one to drink the soup and one to soak the soup, which can ease the break in the rainy weather. Pain in the arm.

Hearing the words, Xiao Xiaoyu seemed relieved, and then looked at each other with some sympathy, extended a small meat claw and gently patted Bao Liu's hand and said, "Uncle, you must drink medicine well! "

The little adult seemed to say that the old man and a rough man almost burst into tears on the spot and were moved by a mess.

After the Bao family sat about two tea kung fu, Guanyu Bai and Xiao Xiaoyu left, and led the way by the hemp, they continued to go to other homes in Zhuangzi, continue to gossip with those veterans and family members, and also talk about some battlefields. Past events...

Xiao Xiaoyu seemed to listen to the story and listened to the gods, and seemed to be completely unaware of these people's "uniqueness".And he really didn't feel scared. Chuxiao's father lost one arm and Chuxiao's grandfather lost one leg, but otherwise, they were no different from others.

They visited one family after another throughout the morning, and time passed by.After lunch, the man-in-law took the official language Bai and Xiao Xiaoyu around Zhuangzi to see the houses in Zhuangzi, the fields planted by the tenant farmers and veterans, and the clear fish pond...

At this point, Xiao Xiaoyu was reluctant to leave. He crouched by the pond and looked at the fish swimming in the water. The official language was just explaining the fish species to him. In a word, I forgot the time.

Until there was a loud noise in the rear, the official language looked white, and I saw four or five people shoving each other in front of a house outside Bailai, one of them was wearing a blue straight middle-aged scholar thinking Get on a carriage, while others are trying to persuade to stop.

The look of the numb things changed slightly and blurted out: "Mr. Hui..."

What can be called "Mr." must be someone who is talented in a certain area. The official language raised his eyebrows and asked, "Who is Mr. Hui?"

The numb man replied respectfully: "Mr. Hui is the teacher of the private school in front..." It is also the only one in Fangyuan Wuli of Zhuangzi.

"Brother Yu, let's take a look at it in the past?" The official Mandarin asked Xiao Xiaoyu with his head bowed.

The little guy was also intrigued by curiosity and responded briskly, holding the big hand of Mandarin in one hand and moving on.

"Don't give up, everyone. The conscience is decided." Mr. Hui, who was straight-eyed and blue, tried angrily to get rid of an old man.

The old man begged hard: "Mr. Hui, please think about it carefully! You have been teaching in this private school for seven years. Let us go and find another gentleman for a while?"

"Yes, Mr. Hui, please consider it again." Several farmers nearby also persuaded.

"Don't talk about it again, the despicable people will return to their hometown in Jiangnan!" Mr. Hui frowned unpleasantly, "Zhennan King's Mansion, the chaos and thieves too! The despicable people will not be with the riotous thieves! Do you still want to force the concubines to stay? If you can’t succeed, is there any other way?! What a barbarous land!"

A few people looked at each other in anxiety and flinched.

At this moment, a crisp Tong Yin asked curiously: "Father, what is a chaotic thief?"

Immediately afterwards, another warm and clear male voice started: "Rogue officials and thieves are people who do not keep the way of the king and the father, and the way of the father and the son."

This question could not help attracting the eyes of Mr. Hui and several others, and all looked around. I saw that a young gentleman was leading a boy with white lips and red teeth.

The expression of stupidity behind the two people was extremely stiff, and I regretted not giving away this Mr. Hui earlier. On the local plate of southern Xinjiang, he said in a voice what the king's palace in Zhennan is a chaotic thief?!In front of Marshal and Shisun!This kind of elm head didn't teach the children!

Xiao Xiaoyu looked up at the official language white, tilted his head and asked, "Your father, what is the way of a monarch?"

The official language Bai Hanxiao explained: ""Mencius" said: the way of a prince and a courtier, kindness is a reward. The prince regards a prince as a brother and a brother, and the prince regards a prince as a dog and a horse; A prince deems a prince like a mustard, a prince deems a prince to be a kouqiu."

The way of a monarch and minister is not "the monarch must be dead"

During the discourse, Guan Bai had already looked at Mr. Hui with a faint expression. However, the meaningful tone did not know whether he was talking to Xiao Xiaoyu or Mr. Hui.

"Good talk!" Cantonese could not help but praise, do they want them to wash their necks in southern Xinjiang and wait for the emperor Dayu to put the butcher knife around his neck?!

Xiao Xiaoyu seems to understand, but he is desperately applauding his uncle, his father said, and his uncle is right!

Mr. Nai's face was flushed and his fingers were trembling at the official language white. It took a long time before he sighed: "Sophistication!"

Guan Yubai was not interested in arguing with the nerds who were waiting to die. He turned his head to the general manager: "Send him away."

"Yes, Marshal." The clueless man responded with a fist.

His voice has not fallen yet, and Mandarin Bai has taken Xiao Xiaoyu away, leaving behind the shocked eyes and incredible voice of the following people: "Is this Marshal?"

The only marshal's official language in southern Xinjiang?!

Then this child is...

Those speculative words could not be heard in Guanyu Bai and Xiao Xiaoyu's ears. After that, Mandarin Bai took Xiao Xiaoyu on his way back to Luoyue City.

Jin Cancan's sunshine and the regular bumps awakened Xiao Xiaoyu's sleepy sleeper. His eyelids had begun to sink heavily, and he lay in his arms and yawned lazily.

After a while, they entered the city from the north gate of Luoyue City, and then slowed down.

Guan Bai looked down at the little guy in his arms and smiled: "Brother Yu, I'm almost home."

At this moment, the second floor of the Fengyun Tea House on their left suddenly had some movement. After a few half-open windows, colorful flowers spilled from the elegant seat on the second floor, forming a fresh flower The language falls down, one after another...

Suddenly attracted a lot of passers-by to stop, and also attracted the little guy, he was instantly energetic and shouted: "Hua Hua!"

Even if those passers-by did not know the identity of Mandarin Bai, when they saw this rain of flowers, they all guessed it, and they talked eloquently:

"Marshal!"

"Which girl is losing flowers to the Marshal!"

"I think the Marshal can't hide this time."

"..."

In a loud noise, Xiao Si was stern, and there was a cold flash in his eyes. He rushed a whip from his waist and flicked it out like a snake. The whip brought a whip wind and took the flowers. The children blew away, and finally fell around the official language...

And the moon-white robe in the official language is still full of flowers!

For a time, the whole street seemed to be quiet for a moment, and then it was noisy again, and many people cast their gazes on it.

Xiao Si was as though his face was sinking into the water, and his cold eyes shot like arrows on the second floor of Fengyun Tea House. His eyes seemed to say, "Is this still endless?"!

Suddenly, Xiao Si seemed to feel something, and looked down again, looking forward.

At the next moment, I heard a playful male voice in front of me: "In the old days, there was a fruit-carrying car, but today there is a'flower' surplus' street. This is really a beautiful talk!"

A few feet away, a young man in purple clothes described by Li Li rode on a tall dark cloud and stepped on the snow, laughing.

"Daddy!"

When Xiao Xiaoyu saw Xiao Yi, she opened her arms excitedly at him, and Xiao Yi had to take over her son.

Looking at his son rubbing himself like a cat, Xiao Yi was a little funny, and said casually: "Stinky boy, did your uncle bring you to play?"

"Huh." Xiaotuan nodded vigorously, thinking of something. He took out a purse from his arms, and took out a piece of nest sugar that he got from Anxingzhuang. He said generously, "Give it to Dad!"

His big eyes looked at Xiao Yi brightly, as if to say, Dad, how good I am to you!

Xiao Xiaoyu's flattering was quite in place, Xiao Yi was happy, and said: "Go! Dad will take you to buy delicious!"

In the discourse, seven or eight young sons and girls came out of the Fengyun teahouse and walked towards Xiao Yi and Guan Yubai, among them there were several familiar figures, Hua San Gong Zi, Liu Wu Gong Zi, Hua Girl, Chang Huanwei...Lianqu Jiayue is also among them.

These son-in-law girls walked to the horse and saluted the two first. Following the three sons of Hua San, they embarrassed and said fistfully in the official language: "Marshal, we are only joking with you. You have a lot of adults. We're weird."

The implication is that the flowers just dropped by a few of them!

"What a joke? I think you are betting?" Xiao Yi casually glanced at Liu Wugong, who was hiding behind his smirk.

Liu Wugong suddenly became the center of everyone's attention. He touched his nose and saluted his face complimenting: "Hey, I know my brother too."

Qu Jiayue took a step forward and explained the interface ingeniously: "Several of us just came here to drink tea. Occasionally I heard that many people have thrown flowers on the marshal recently. I bought a few baskets of flowers on a whim. Thinking of Marshal Fang Cai, you happened to pass by, and Liu Wugong proposed to make a bet to see who could throw the flowers on the Marshal..."

Liu Wugong coughed embarrassingly. He just talked about it casually.

but……

Liu Wugong stared at the little four on the black horse with a scorching gaze, and said with emotion: "Marshal, your guard's skill is really amazing! With him, keep you're in the thousands of flowers, leaves are not touching '!' Maybe he can find a gambling game with his brothers.

When he said this, everyone else twitched the corners of his mouth speechlessly. But this sentence describes the elder brother of the family, is it appropriate to be placed on the official Chinese language?!

Xiao Si's eyes were even colder, and he almost came out of the flying knife.

Even Xiao Yi shook his head and said angrily: "You get me home and read more books, what did you say!"

"Brother, Marshal, don't you know me like that." Liu Wugong touched his nose grayly and took a step back.

Qu Jiayue's mouth always maintained a gentle smile, and he said: "Shi Ziye, Marshal, we were playing chess in the teahouse just now. I heard that Marshal is good at painting and calligraphy, can you give me some pointers?"

Wen Yan, the Chinese girl's eyes, also looked forward to.