351 He Jixiang is Poisonous 3 See you tomorrow after today's end
After coming out of Prince Jin's Mansion, Fengcheng and Wuming sat back in a sedan. Wuming was wearing a mask today. The silver half of the mask covered the burned half of his face, revealing the delicate face on the left side.
If his face hadn't been burned by the fire, he would have been a handsome man who could charm women.
Even if you only look at the exposed half of your face, your skin is fair, not at all rough and dark like a man who has been on the battlefield for a long time.
This may be related to the fact that he always wears a mask. The northwest sunlight does not reach his face, so he maintains such a fair face.
Thick eyebrows and big eyes, a high nose bridge, and a face with an average contour. One point more is too much, and one point less is too little.
If you put the intact face on the left side and put it on the right side like a temple in anger, then his handsomeness will definitely make a girl's heart bud.
It's a pity that a good-looking man had half his face swallowed up by the ruthless fire. It was a pity in front of him.
The two sedans headed towards the Ministry of War. In the past few days, Maple City has been purging the remnants of the general. The centipede insects are dead but not stiff. If the remnants left behind are not cleaned up, even if they are promoted to the general,
It is also difficult to manage the entire army well.
What Maple City wants to do is to purge these partisans who have been planted in the army by the Da Jing Army, and then arrange for their own people to go in.
However, in such a large army, there are dozens or even hundreds of titled generals such as Generals of the Four Armies, Generals of the Four Expeditions, Generals of the Four Towns, Generals of Si'an, Generals of Siping, etc. It is not an easy task to coordinate them one by one.
Not to mention that each general still has eight lieutenants in his hands. It is obvious that this massive reorganization cannot be completed overnight.
The scheduling of military positions involves a wide range of things. Although Fengcheng is a rough man, he is still in the officialdom. He knows that the scheduling of any position can affect the whole body, so he can only be cautious and lead Wuming
, the generals and captains arranged the arrangements one by one.
Coming out of Prince Jin's Mansion, he was not only worried about Feng Hongluan, but also thinking about the scheduling matters that gave him a headache but he didn't dare to relax for a moment. He wanted to close his eyes and take a nap, but he couldn't fall asleep.
Suddenly the sedan swayed, and he frowned, shouting: "What are you doing? You can't lift the sedan?"
I don’t know if it’s because I’m too tired recently, I have a bad temper, and I can’t help but get angry.
The bearer said tremblingly: "General, there is a woman blocking the way."
"Let her go away, the general is still in a hurry to rush to the Ministry of War to handle official business!"
The bearer was in a dilemma: "But general, she fell in the middle of the road, otherwise I would have gone up to see what happened."
"Go quickly."
With a cold word, Fengcheng leaned on the back seat upset.
Undoubtedly, a gust of wind blew open the curtain of the sedan. Not far in front of the sedan, there was a woman lying with her back to him. She looked petite and exquisite. At the woman's feet, a pool of red liquid was clearly visible.
Seeing the red liquid, Fengcheng frowned, opened the curtain, and said to the front: "What's going on?"
"General, she was a pregnant woman. She fell down in the middle of the road and passed out. She seemed to have had a miscarriage and was covered in blood."
Fengcheng was silent for a moment, then got off the sedan: "Carry it with my sedan, and hurry to Tongde Hall. It's important to save people."
"What about you, General?"
"Take my seat!" Wuming was also alarmed, got down from the sedan and said respectfully to Fengcheng.
Fengcheng nodded and walked towards the unknown sedan. Several bearers were carrying a pregnant woman who had fainted and walked towards his sedan. The woman's hair was disheveled and her skirt was stained with blood. She was being held by someone's arms.
It was lifeless when I went up, but I heard a slight moan.
Fengcheng only glanced at it and was about to get on the sedan. Suddenly, his eyes were fixed on the woman's wrist, unable to move.
It was a jadeite bracelet of excellent quality. It was green in color, transparent in color, warm and smooth. How could he not remember who this bracelet belonged to?
The hand holding up the sedan curtain instantly dropped. He hurriedly stepped forward and brushed the woman's messy hair away. Under the messy hair, there was a pale, familiar face.
"Good luck!" he exclaimed in surprise.
The woman's tightly closed eyes trembled twice, then she weakly opened them, glanced at Fengcheng, and weakly uttered two words: "Dad, help..."
Before I could say a word, she fainted again.
Fengcheng didn't know what he was feeling at this moment. With all the past events, even though Mr. Dong committed a heinous crime and wanted to murder Hongluan, He Jixiang was, after all, the child he raised.
From birth to growing up, he watched every step.
Before Brother He died, Qian warned him to take good care of Dong's mother and daughter. Now that Dong has passed away, although he deserved his punishment, if He Jixiang dies again, how will he explain to his brother?
Besides, I saw that jade bracelet.
Come to think of it, He Jixiang has always been grateful for the upbringing provided by Feng Mansion.
"Quickly, send me to the hospital, Wu Ming, you go to the Ministry of War. Today's writing will be all written by you. After the instructions, just tell me in detail. Hurry up, hurry up, get up the sedan and go to Tongde Hall."
After hugging He Jixiang's lifeless body, Fengcheng had only one thought in his mind at this moment, to save people, he must save He Jixiang.
In the sedan, He Jixiang's lower body couldn't help but oozed blood. The warm liquid stained the hem of her clothes red. The red skirt was now a dark red and black, which was shocking.
He Jixiang's face became even paler.
Because of the pain, her body couldn't help but convulse, and large tears and sweat beads fell from her thin cheeks, all soaking into Maple City's coat.
Fengcheng called her, but she only vaguely shouted "Dad" and "Don't drive me away" and other words.
This look made Maple City feel heartbroken.
She hugged He Jixiang tightly, and his rough palms kept wiping the sweat and tears from her face.
I couldn’t stop comforting you all the way, no matter how lucky you were or not.
"It's okay, dad is here, Jixiang, nothing will happen to you, dad is here, dad is here, he is here!"
"Jixiang, dad will not drive you away, can you hear me? Baby, baby, it's all your mother's fault. Dad knows it has nothing to do with you. Son, you have to be strong, Tongdetang is here."
Fengcheng tried his best to comfort him and was heartbroken, but he probably didn't notice that He Jixiang, who was in a coma, inadvertently revealed a triumphant smile.