Warlord's darling: medical concubine against the sky

General Han, who had just roared half way, suddenly had a voice and his face turned red.

"No, no, it's just a broken inkstone. What's strange! I'll let someone bring mine to you later!"

In fact, as soon as he heard of the "value of thousands of gold", General Han was already empty.

He is a bumpkin. He comes from a farmer and has the most stubborn characteristic of the poor class - stinginess.

It is said that he is also a general now. Although he will not spread the gold casually, he can certainly take it out after all.

But he is not willing to give up even more money, let alone thousands of gold.

That's like cutting his flesh!

With a smile, dongjinlin pulled out a clean handkerchief and wiped the ink stains on his fingertips bit by bit. "General Han's inkstone should be kept by himself. He usually has nothing to practice more calligraphy, so as not to find someone else to write the memorial today."

General Han's red face suddenly became puffer fish!

He was originally a martial artist. He couldn't put on airs such as writing and writing. The words he wrote were like dogs crawling. It was really difficult to get into the eye, so he always asked someone to write the folds.

But ghostwriting is one thing, and being taken out and said that his handwriting is ugly is another!

"I didn't come to you today to say this!" General Han raised his voice again, as if he had a loud voice. He could win dongjinlin in momentum and keep his guilty heart from being found by anyone. "I asked the Lord, did you let Pingyang city be sealed?"

Dongjinlin nodded leisurely, "it's me."

"You!" General Han patted the table again, waved his thick hand and pointed to the door. "While things are not big yet, the seventh Lord should hurry. Now, go and solve the ban immediately!"

General Han is really suppressing his temper again and again.

The seven kings don't know what he's doing in the northwest camp. Doesn't he know?

The Lord's bad airs can only be held up in front of people who don't understand. Since others have come here, they won't want to leave here all their life!

Therefore, General Han and his generals only maintain respect for him on the surface, but the boy pushed an inch and climbed over their heads.

I can't stand it. It's the opposite!

"Make a big noise? How can you make a big noise?" dongjinlin was still wiping his fingers.

Life is good-looking, and everything is pleasant.

Now he is wiping his hands, which makes general Han blush and have a thick neck like a grumpy bear.

General Han sneered, "don't play again, seventh Lord. The northwest camp still has to listen to the marshal. Didn't the emperor tell you to listen to the Marshal's words before sending you here? The marshal didn't order the closure of the city. You sealed the city. Let the marshal know that you are a command beyond the level."

Dong Jinlin finally wiped off the last bit of ink on his hand, threw the dark handkerchief aside, looked up and looked directly at General Han, "The matter is urgent and subject to power. The spies of qingliguo are mixed in Pingyang city. In order to ensure the safety of Pingyang City, closing the city is a necessary measure. If necessary, I can personally explain to the marshal. I believe that with the Marshal's experience, I will be more clear than me about the necessity of closing the city at this time."

Being stared at by the Phoenix eyes as deep as the cold pool, General Han felt almost unable to move for a moment.

But soon he returned to his mind with chagrin, "don't make trouble, Lord seven. Pingyang city is located at the junction of the two countries. It's normal for people from the state of Qingli to be here. You say people are spies. You have to take out evidence. If you close the city only by guessing, what do you do for the people in the city who have been affected by their normal life?"

"Now the border is in turmoil, and qingliguo may take the initiative to stir up trouble at any time. I think the closure of the city is to protect the people here rather than affect their normal life. It's better than the officers and soldiers patrolling at the door of their house several times a day, or general Han thinks the war will make the people displaced?"

Dong Jinlin said that, bypassing General Han, he went straight out.

General Han was stunned and hurriedly followed him for two steps. "Where is the seventh Prince going? My words haven't finished yet."

Although he is the prince from Dijing, it is too disrespectful!

"Go and see the marshal," said Dong Jinlin.

"What are you doing with the marshal?" General Han replied casually.

Dongjinlin stopped and looked back. "Didn't General Han say that? The marshal didn't order the closure of the city, so I'll talk to the marshal and let him order it himself. In this way, there should be no problem, right?"

General Han felt that he had said all his previous words in vain. He talked here for a long time. Finally, things still had to go to the marshal. Why did he come here?

"Then you have to solve the ban first. You can't seal the city until the Marshal's order comes down. First ask your men to withdraw all the people!"

Dongjinlin frowned. His eyebrow peak was very clear and straight. It seemed very difficult. He asked mindlessly, "General Han, what level are you?"

"What?" General Han was puzzled.

They call him "General Han". Don't you know what level he is?

Dongjinlin continued to speak slowly, "if I remember correctly, we should be equal now?"

The title of Prince is one thing. At present, dongjinlin's position in the army is indeed at the same level as the four generals under the marshal.

"So, you just said that I closed the city as a command beyond the level, so general Han, it's not appropriate for you to order me to lift the ban now?"

General Han was completely speechless when asked.

Seeing dongjinlin go out, he clenched his fist again and again, and the green tendons on the back of his hand burst out, General Han whispered in a sinister voice, "wait!"

However, they actually didn't see the marshal. The imperial court sent someone to send grain and grass. The marshal took someone to pick it up. It will take about two days to return to Pingyang city.

Therefore, Pingyang city is still under martial law.

Luo Yunran was taken to a broken temple in the city by the old man who took the initiative to talk to her.

There are many refugees gathered inside and outside the broken temple. These refugees come from different places. Some have suffered disasters in their homes, and some are not from cangyun country, but are trapped here because of the blockade of the whole city.

Originally, Pingyang city was just a place for them to pass by, but with the sudden ban, they were banned here all at once.

Considering that she is being chased by the whole city, Luo Yunran feels that temporarily mixing with these people who originally have complex sources is a safe way to avoid.

"So hungry!"

Her ankle was suddenly caught by a thin and haggard hand!