Divine Doctor: Daughter of the First Wife Chapter 388: Red boy or white-bone spirit?

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At noon the next day, a hungover person woke up to the singing of "Little Apple". I just heard someone walking around me, humming softly: The red face warms my heart...

Feng Yuheng suddenly trembled and sat up.

Shouldn’t you be wearing it again?

She was a little scared. She had finally accepted this era. She had finally managed to get along well, and even found her lifelong partner. If he were to send her back at this time, God would definitely be playing with her!

"Miss, you're awake!" It was Wangchuan's voice.

She turned her head and glanced at Huang Quan, who was still humming while holding a water box. The memory of yesterday's dinner came rushing back.

I finally opened my sleepy eyes and closed them again - God! What the **** did she do last night? Forget about singing military songs, he actually led the entire army to dance in the square! Oh God, I have no shame getting up to see people.

"Miss." Wangchuan sat next to her bed, "It's already noon, miss, it's time to get up. I asked someone to cook some porridge, miss, drink some to clear your stomach."

She pointed to Huang Quan: "Can you please stop singing? Singing makes me...stomach ache."

Huang Quan was puzzled, "Miss, it sounds pretty good. Although the words are a bit straightforward and I am embarrassed to sing, it's still good to just hum the tune."

The corner of her mouth was a little cramped. At this time, a soldier outside the tent shouted: "Is the county leader up?"

Huang Quan quickly agreed and went out, and when he came back, he had a basket of apples in his hand. "Look, miss, the general went to the mountains to pick these early in the morning. They are fresh."

Feng Yuheng was embarrassed. This basket of apples brought her too much excitement.

She vowed to stop drinking!

With the successful refining of the first piece of steel, new steel was put into full production in the Northwest Army. All blacksmiths and apprentices were divided into twelve groups and carried out steelmaking work in the furnace. Xuan Tianming and Feng Yuheng gave guidance separately, ensuring that at least one person in each group had thoroughly understood the steps required by the group.

At the same time, the making of the first steel knife was also in full swing. It was the first time that the old blacksmith made this new type of material, and he was somewhat reluctant to do so, for fear of breaking the piece of steel and wasting it. Later, when he saw that the entire camp had invested in steel-making, Xuan Tianming told him that a large amount of finished steel would be produced soon, so he let go.

Ten days later, Dashun’s first steel knife was finally released.

The old blacksmith stayed up for several nights and his eyes were red. When the knife was finally made, he knelt on the ground. His little grandson supported him by the side and kept urging him: "Grandpa, please don't cry. Your eyes can't hold back any more tears."

The entire army was extremely excited about the production of the first steel knife. Xuan Tianming handed the steel sword into Qian Li's hand, and personally ordered five soldiers to come on stage to test the sword.

The soldiers were excited and brought their own weapons to the field. Qian Li still remembered the shock when his long sword was cut off by Feng Yuheng. He laughed loudly and said, "Today, I will let you try the feeling of cutting off the sword."

Although it was a broken weapon, the soldiers did not feel it was a shame. They rushed forward one by one. After a few rounds, the swords were broken, the swords were broken, and even a large ax had its blade curled.

Qian Li has never felt such a sense of accomplishment. Even when he was fighting in the northwest and slashed ten enemies in a row, he never felt as happy as he did today.

The weapons of the five soldiers were all disabled, and five more soldiers rushed forward immediately. After a few more rounds, the opponent suffered the same fate, but the steel knife in his hand was still as new as ever, not even the edges were broken.

Qian Li was so happy that he almost jumped up. He carried the steel knife to Xuan Tianming and Feng Yuheng, and swung the knife in front of their eyes: "General, County Lord, look!"

Feng Yuheng naturally knew it in her heart. Xuan Tianming still looked over with some uneasiness. When he saw that the steel knife was not damaged at all, he nodded, and then said to Feng Yuheng: "Get ready, let's go back tomorrow. Beijing."

After the steel knife was made, it was natural to bring it to the palace and report it to Emperor Tianwu. However, the camp was making steel, which was the top priority of the country's prevention. As soon as the two of them left the camp, the soldiers still felt It's really a bit confusing.

General Xuan Tianming redeployed the soldiers of the three armies and added three more layers of guards from the camp to the furnace ground of Xutian Cave. Feng Yuheng also led the Tianji Team to set up a defensive formation overnight, and placed the Marksman Team at the outermost edge of all defenses.

After the formation is set up, the personnel should be arranged properly, and it is already dawn. This time when he returned to Beijing, Yao Jing also went back with him. Feng Yuheng planned to take some time off to see Yao family to Xiaozhou in person after meeting the emperor.

The motorcade was speeding towards the capital. She was lying in Xuan Tianming's palace car, sleeping in an extremely disgraceful manner. Wangchuan wanted to put a thin blanket on her several times, so as to cover up his young lady's bad sleeping posture. But Gai was kicked off once, and Gai was kicked off again. After going back and forth for several times, Xuan Tianming couldn't stand it anymore - "Just give up! This girl has slept well today."

While joking, I heard a voice suddenly coming from the front - "Help! Help me!" The voice was clear and crisp, sounding like a child.

Immediately afterwards, Yao's voice came again - "Stop! Stop the car quickly!"

As soon as the car stopped, Xuan Tianming's palace car could only stop with it. The carriage stopped jolting, and Feng Yuheng woke up immediately. She frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"

Huang Quan was lifting the curtains of the car and looking out. As he looked, he said: "There was a child hanging upside down on a crooked tree on the edge of the cliff, with his whole body hanging. He was calling for help. When the lady heard it, she called the car. It stopped, and now the person has been helped out of the carriage by Qingyu."

Hearing that Mr. Yao got off the carriage, Wangchuan could not sit still any longer and quickly followed him.

Xuan Tianming reminded her: "Look carefully, be careful of an ambush." ​​Then he turned back to Feng Yuheng and said: "It's interesting. I have walked back and forth on this road countless times, and it's still... This is the first time I've encountered something like this."

Feng Yuheng also got up and sat on the side of the carriage to take a look. As he looked, he said: "This is an official road. Although it is adjacent to a cliff, it is only a short section. Someone **** a child and hung him on the official road in the suburbs of Beijing. There is something strange about being in a tree."

While talking, Yao was already walking towards the cliff with the support of Qinglan. Wangchuan stepped forward and stopped them. After saying a few words, Yao stopped walking forward, but still He loudly asked Wangchuan: "We must save him!"

Feng Yuheng was helpless, Yao's sympathy flared up again.

Wangchuan stepped forward cautiously and saw that the child's face was already bloodshot and red because he was hanging upside down. She couldn't help but feel a little distressed, but she always remembered Xuan Tianming's instructions and asked cautiously: "Which family are you a child from? Why are you hanging here?"

The child cried so hard that his eyes were red, "A group of bad guys pushed my parents under the cliff. They snatched the gold ring around my neck and hung me here saying I was feeding the eagles. Sister , help me."

The child looked four or five years old. He was in a mess and his clothes were torn. Wangchuan looked around again, and he could clearly see the signs of fighting. He felt a little relieved, but he still asked: "Where is your home?"

The child cried and said: "My home is so far away. I don't know. Dad said he wanted to move to the capital to do business, but they pushed him under the cliff."

Yao called from behind again: "Wangchuan, please save him."

Wangchuan nodded and hurried forward, ready to jump up the crooked neck tree to untie the rope and carry the child down. But unexpectedly, she flew up, and just as she landed on the tree, the tree that could have been able to hang a child suddenly rose up with its roots and fell straight to the bottom of the cliff!

Yao and the child screamed "Ah" at the same time, and Feng Yuheng's expression also moved slightly. Huang Quan said: "It's okay. Wangchuan is best at Qinggong. She can easily climb up to such a height."

As soon as she finished speaking, the figure of Wangchuan under the cliff returned to people's sight. Not only was she back, she was also holding the child in her hand.

As soon as the two of them landed on the ground, the child burst into tears with a cry of "Wow". He ignored Wangchuan and didn't even bother to get up. He just crawled on the ground and ran towards Yao.

Ms. Yao was originally soft-hearted. When she saw the child's pitiful appearance, her motherly heart was completely aroused. She rushed forward and held the child in her arms, patting him constantly and saying, " Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, be good, we are safe now."

Wangchuan was behind, giving Feng Yuheng a helpless look and asking her: What should we do next?

Feng Yuheng's attention was focused on the child. Seeing her acting coquettishly in Yao's arms, she always felt that something was not right.

She tugged on Xuan Tianming's sleeve and whispered: "Is it normal for children to have their heads touched? I would always touch Feiyu's head, and he never showed any displeasure. But look at him—" She nudged the child with her chin, "Every time my mother touches his head, he will deliberately avoid it."

Xuan Tianming sneered, "More than just touching the head, this child is not very good at acting coquettishly."

"I'll go over and take a look." She stood up, jumped out of the palace carriage, and walked quickly to Yao's side.

I don’t know if her nerves are too sensitive, but I always felt that when the child saw her coming, there was a trace of expectation in his eyes, and he was also a little wary and nervous. The two little hands grabbed Yao Shi tightly and refused to let go.

Qinglan smiled and said: "This kid is quite clingy to my wife."

Yao loved hearing such words and said with a smile: "This may be fate. Apart from Zi Rui, this is the first time in these years that a child has been so close to me."

"Mother misses my younger brother." Feng Yuheng had already walked closer and said to Yao with a smile: "After returning to Beijing to stay for a few days, I will send mother to Xiaozhou." As he spoke, He looked at the child again. He was stunned for a moment and said casually: "Hey! This child is really ugly."

The child's face darkened, Yao quickly took him into his arms again, and then said to Feng Yuheng: "This child is pitiful enough, don't scare him." Then he said to the child: " Don't be afraid, sister is just teasing you."

Feng Yu Heng also said: "Yes, I am just teasing you. It doesn't matter whether the child is good-looking or not, just cute. So don't frown all the time, otherwise you will lose your childishness and look too mature." She As he spoke, he stretched out his hand toward the child, "Come on, I've been hanging on the edge of the cliff for so long. Let me check if you feel any discomfort."

The child wanted to hide, but Mr. Yao grabbed him and persuaded him: "Be good, my sister is a doctor. Let him take a look at you, so we can rest assured."

He couldn't hide anymore, so he reluctantly handed over his wrist.

Feng Yuheng pulled the person in front of her without any politeness at all, put more force on her hand, pinched the pulse with all her strength, and thought to herself: Sure enough.