"Commander, wait a moment, I'll go ask."

Xining, who was already lying down, shouted: "Are you the military advisor? Please come in."

Taohua was doing the final touches, putting her swaying shoes in order.

Wu Wen walked in holding a feather fan and saw the leader of the village lying on the bed, with blood stains on the bandage on his head.

"Commander, please sit down." When he walked to the bed, a maid fawningly brought out a round table.

After Wu Wen sat down, Xi Ning asked sadly: "Is there anything wrong with the military advisor?"

Seeing her weak look, it seemed to be different from what the Third Master said just now. He said that the village leader was neither humble nor arrogant in front of Prince Zhongyong, and his conversation and behavior were extremely grand. The Second Master was almost moved to tears, thinking that the village master finally understood.

Wu Wen turned his head and looked at the bowl of tea on the Eight Immortals table next to him. He reached out and touched it. It was hot.

Xining quickly said: "I felt thirsty just now, so I asked someone to bring it. Let it cool down first. I haven't drank it yet. If the military advisor wants to drink it, you can drink it first."

"That's not necessary." Wu Wen retracted his hand, picked up the feather fan, and fanned it twice. After thinking for a while, he asked: "Is it really the old village leader who is telling me a dream?"

"Exactly!" This matter must be firmly stated. If it is said that he wanted to run out for a breath of air on a whim, it will make people more suspicious.

Wu Wen thought for a while and then said goodbye.

Xining was stunned, why didn't he ask any more questions? She had prepared a long story, all related to the body owner's biological father who died young.

If you ask about what you looked like in the dream and what you were wearing, just say that it was in the fog, it was blurry and you couldn’t see clearly. Only ghosts know what you look like, the owner of the body died before he was born, and the owner of the body doesn’t even know what his biological father looked like.

What to get.

If you ask what the voice is like, the answer is that it is low, slightly hoarse, and erratic. Well, it is erratic. In addition, the former leader of the village was injured and died, so the voice before death should be like this, weak and weak.

As a result, Wu Wen left without asking any more questions.

Don't leave, come back and chat for fifty cents!

Okay, it's better to go and not ask. Anyway, there are four masters and military advisors to take care of other things, so Xining simply closed his eyes and went to sleep. He was still dizzy with his head banged, so he needed to rest well.

Mu Hanqing changed his clothes after taking a bath. He would definitely have a few sets of clothes ready when he went out, not to mention that he was going to Beijing to face the saint.

If he is a child of an aristocratic family, there will always be someone waiting for him to take a bath. Sometimes there are even more than a dozen people waiting for him. From the beginning to the end, there is no need to do it himself. Fortunately, he needs to follow the marquis to inspect the army from time to time.

There may be people who serve like this, but almost all of them have to do it themselves. Marquis Zhongyong never pampered his son, and when he was in the Marquis' mansion, he acted like a soldier.

So he declined Heihuzhai's "kind offer" to send some maids to wait for him to take a bath. Those thick-looking "maids" stared at him one by one, and one of them almost drooled.

After getting dressed, open the door.

Several brothers from Black Tiger Village have been waiting at the door for a long time.

One of them bowed to him: "Master, please come with me."

"Where to go?" Mu Hanqing asked.

“You’ll find out when you get there.”

While others entered the room and began to clean up.

Mu Hanqing saw a sturdy man carrying a bucket full of water on his shoulders like a cauldron. He walked very steadily and seemed to be able to carry such a heavy bucket with ease.

I completely gave up all my inappropriate thoughts and followed silently.

We went to the lobby, which is the largest "room" in Black Tiger Village. It is actually a natural cave.

There were torches lit around the cave and a brazier in the center, illuminating the entire cave.

Normally, there would be a tiger-skin chair covered with a whole tiger skin in the center, with two Taishi chairs on each side. Today, because we had to deal with the wounded, we moved the four Taishi chairs and spread a dozen straw mats for them.

The wounded were being treated and resting on straw mats.

Bandits usually fight and kill, and they can provide some simple treatment, so you don't have to worry about the wounded waiting for the doctor to finish their work.

"Liang Cheng!" Mu Hanqing saw Liang Cheng sitting on the mat.

Liang Cheng took off his clothes and was shirtless. He had been stabbed here on the shoulder. He had just wiped the wound and was waiting to apply medicine and bandage.

"How is it? Is the injury okay?" Mu Hanqing sat down, regardless of the silk and satin he was wearing, and carefully examined the condition of the wound.

"Thank you for your care, Your Majesty. The little one is fine and will be fine soon." Liang Cheng was very grateful.

"Is this okay?" The bandit next to him seemed to be saying to himself: "I almost broke my muscles and bones. If I cut deeper, one arm would be useless."

Liang Cheng winked at the bandit, and soon realized that he was completely ignoring him. After all, he was a bandit, not one of his own. Why did Mao want to look at him?

Mu Hanqing couldn't help but feel distressed. When he saw the bandit holding a jar, which contained a green-gray paste with a strong herbal smell, he should be preparing to apply medicine. He immediately said: "Let me do it."

"Don't!" The bandit held the jar and shrank back, fearing that he would snatch it. He said in a mocking tone: "You are the prince, how can you touch these things? Besides, the smearing is not done properly, be careful of water leaking out.

, if it’s rotten, it will be difficult to handle.”

In the past, the Nanman came to cause trouble. There was no big war, but small battles were inevitable. After every war, no matter how many doctors in the army were not enough, he would go to the wounded soldiers to help. Not to mention applying medicine, he could also bandage them.

But he did not persist and watched the bandits help Liang Cheng apply medicine and then bandage the wound.

The more he does now, the more he exposes himself. If the bandits find out that he is so capable, they may ask the Marquis for more ransom.

"Master~" a voice sounded.

Mu Hanqing looked sideways and saw a middle-aged man with a feather fan in his hand, a wide-sleeved turban, and the appearance of a scholar.

"I, Wu Wen, the military advisor of Black Tiger Village, would like to ask the prince to have a talk."

Seeing that the other party did not extend his hand to invite me, it was natural to talk here. Mu Hanqing said: "Please tell me."

"There are a few things I want to discuss with the Crown Prince." The other party was still gentle and elegant.

"First, I would like to ask the prince to write a letter to the marquis, and ask him to prepare one million taels of silver and come to collect it."

"So many?" Mu Hanqing was surprised.

"It's not much, how can it be much?" Wu Wen shook his feather fan lightly and said with a smile: "Prince Guang alone is worth a thousand pieces of gold. Plus there are more than a dozen subordinates still alive here. It seems that they are all good soldiers in the army.

Each one is worth three to five hundred taels of silver. And, to show your sincerity, this Queen Mother’s birthday gift is included in it.”

A bandit standing next to him beamed with joy: "I've seen those three carts, dear, they are all good things. Not to mention the fine Sichuan brocade and satin, treasures and antiques. There is also a handful of South China Sea pearls among them.

They are all as big as dragon eyes, dear, it made my eyes dazzle when I saw them. There is also a jade statue of Guanyin, the color of the eyebrows and eyes are all natural."

Wu Wen smiled, and the meaning was very simple. If these things were sold, plus the prince's life, there would be one million taels of silver.
Chapter completed!