Way of Choices

Rob wants to exchange the broth for Nanke's broth, which Nanke doesn't want.

She looked at Chen Changsheng. Chen Changsheng blinked with some difficulty, then turned to look at Rob with more difficulty, and expressed gratitude with his eyes.

The medicine soup was delivered to his lips, and he noticed that the bowl was washed very clean, with no residual vegetable smell, and even less oily.

Then he smelled 17 kinds of medicinal herbs in the bowl. Those medicinal herbs are far from precious in Kyoto, but it should be difficult to prepare in such a remote racecourse. Of course, what surprised him most was not the cleanness of the bowl, The completeness of the medicinal materials, but the medical technique that Robb showed through this bowl of herbal soup.

Time is slowly moving forward in the replacement of medicine soup and broth. Chen Changsheng and Nanke have lived in the Hanya Racecourse for the fourth day.

Nanke is still demented, I don’t know who Chen Changsheng is and who he is. I just vaguely remember that Chen Changsheng is very important to himself. He stays by his side every day and cooks and scrubs his cold medicine like a maid, And he was staring at everyone who tried to get close to this room with one exception, Rob.

In the first three days without words, Chen Changsheng often thought, or because Rob gave her a lot of meat to eat?

By the fourth day, he was still unable to get out of bed. His body was already able to make slight movements, such as turning around and raising his hands. The most important thing was that he could speak. To his surprise, the officer named Rob didn’t Re-examine your origins.

Although it is a remote horse farm, there are still many affairs. Rob, as the chief officer, naturally cannot stay lazy in the house all the time. It is often his subordinate soldiers or the rest of the horse officers who come to deliver the medicine soup because of the blood lineage. The relationship is also due to the practice of practicing the heart and mind since childhood. Chen Changsheng has a trait of intimacy that is inherently true, whether it is the black sheep in the palace or the black dragon at the base of Beixin Bridge, let alone these ambitions. Relatively simple military officer, he became familiar with these people in a short time.

As long as he ignores the vision of Nanke's small beasts, Chen Changsheng's conversation with the officers can be said to proceed very smoothly. He has a more real understanding of the situation on the front line and a more intuitive understanding of the military's heart. Importantly, he learned the stories of Hanya Racecourse and Rob Officer.

Anyone who knows Rob’s story will inevitably have a lot of sympathy and anger towards injustice, and Chen Changsheng is no exception.

He believed that Rob could get so many military achievements in recent years, not because of luck or background, but because of his talents.

From the seemingly gentle negligence of Hanya Racecourse, in fact, it is very orderly in daily management and life, you can see this person's imperial technique and control, and only a few pairs of medicine soup can make Chen Longevity's injuries improved quickly, which also shows that the person's medical skills are good.

Of course, these are the impressions made through the conversation, and naturally they are not as good as those seen with my own eyes.

To see it with his own eyes, first he had to be able to get up and stroll around the horse farm.

But he didn't think about why he would be so interested in the officer named Rob.

On the seventh day, Chen Changsheng got up.

At first, the folded sleeve was tortured in Zhou prison for many times, and the meridians were broken. The last thing he relied on was painful stimulation to heal the injury in the shortest time. He also used the same method. The whole night before was unimaginable. Painful fight.

Nanke has been serving him, wiping his sweat with a towel, feeding him drinking water, and caressing his chest. Of course, his movements are rusty and clumsy, but he is very serious and consumes a lot of energy. After four shifts, he was finally quiet. He went to sleep with confidence, but did not find him leaving the house.

The morning light fell between the meadows between the mountains, the mist poured down the valley, and the horses that had just woken up made a slight noise.

Chen Changsheng picked up a branch, propped his weak body, and walked around on the horse farm.

It's not that he doesn't care about his body. On the contrary, he needs to strengthen the newly renewed meridians as soon as possible through activities.

The Hanya Racecourse has a large area, and the barracks of the barracks also have battlefields, which seem to be scattered in various corners. However, if you look closely, you can see some rules hidden in between, which can ensure that you can make the best Effective response.

Chen Changsheng read through Daozang, but did not study military techniques. He was able to see through the military layout of the Hanya Racecourse at a glance, because on the way back from the snowy fields, Su Li taught him his sword skills while teaching him a lot. Knowledge.

As can be seen from the freshness of the mud in front of the garrison Muzhai and the gate, these arrangements should have been changed after Rob came to the Hanya Racecourse.

Chen Changsheng saw that the military arrangement implied military tactics, and perfectly confirmed the knowledge that Su Li said at the time. He couldn't help but admire this life, but did not associate certain things with this.

The northern mountains are majestic and ruthless, and the weather is more moody. The slightly cold morning light suddenly turned into a bitter whistling wind. Countless yellow sand was rolled up by the strong wind and flew from the entrance of the mountain towards the horse farm. It was just an instant. Became dull.

The warning bark, stern commands, and hurried footsteps sounded everywhere in the barracks.

Chen Changsheng didn't want to add chaos. He slowly moved back along the eaves while supporting the branches. As soon as he looked up, he saw Rob.

Rob found that he could move around, and he smiled happily, showing his white teeth, and said, "Congratulations."

At this time, he was anxious to arrange his subordinates to deal with the wind and sand storm. He didn't have time to say anything. He glanced at the branch under Chen Changsheng's armpit, shook his head, and pointed to the door behind him to signal Chen Changsheng to go in for a while.

At the current speed of Chen Changsheng, when he moved back to his original house, the wind and sand storm must have covered this place. He had no reason to refuse. He walked in by word, and before he turned around, the door closed, and then There was a clear applause outside the door.

It should be that Rob has tapped a certain mechanism on the door or on the wall. A thick horizontal bar sealed the door, and at the same time several strong wooden boards fell down, blocking the window tightly. At the same time, a The oil lamp ignited without fire.

Chen Changsheng did not misunderstand, so he did not panic. He carefully observed the organs in the house and found that the structure was very simple and extremely exquisite. Even the most ordinary people could operate it. I wanted to come to the barracks of the entire racecourse to have similar layouts. So I completely let go of my heart.

The next moment his eyes were attracted by the things on the desk.

The yellowish light fell on the table, and the lights lit up the papers.

It is a very valuable Shizhou paper, not to mention that such a remote horse farm, even the Songshan Military Mansion is not much.

Some papers have ink characters written on them, while others have pictures on them.

Chen Changsheng is not good at poetry, calligraphy and painting, but he reads Dao Zang and has a long-term vision.

The word is very well written, and the style is hidden under the seemingly fat appearance, disdain to show people.

The painting is also very good, a large splash of freehand brushwork in spring and autumn, and a meticulous painting of flowers and birds mirror the world.

Whose room is this? Whose words and drawings is this?

How can anyone use Shizhou paper so luxuriously, write such a good hand, and paint such a good painting on such a remote horse farm?

There was a vague answer in Chen Changsheng's heart.

Then he saw the payment of those two paintings.

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