I am cannon fodder, but I can hug thighs

Xi Lilong looked at the token and asked the deputy generals to eat first. She stood up and said, "Come with me."

Yang Muer followed behind Xi Lilong, his palms slightly sweaty: "Is she seriously injured? But I don't think I saw your witch doctor."

"Well, the military doctor will arrive tomorrow." Xi Lilong nodded. Before the military doctor arrived, they could only treat their injuries by themselves. "Injury..."

"I can!" Yang Muer said hurriedly, "I can heal her. My medical skills were taught by Tongtian Wu. I can heal her!"

Xi Lilong looked back at her with complicated eyes: "I've heard of it."

Yang Mule pursed his lips and clenched his teeth, following Xi Lilong with great difficulty every step he took, all the way to the simple death tent camp, where the Yuanyang Army was burning the bodies of the soldiers who had died in the battle.

"This, this is..." Yang Muer's teeth chattered and he took a deep breath, "She is actually not injured. She is now, she is being treated..."

"No, she's dead." Seeing that she was still deceiving herself, Xi Lilong had no choice but to tell the news himself, "When we arrived, she was shot by many arrows and couldn't survive."

"Impossible! She, she is so powerful, her kung fu is so good! Even the Uighur warriors don't have such good skills as her, how could she, how could she..." Yang Muer held the token in his hand tighter and tighter until the token left deep marks on his hand and he became numb with pain.

Xi Lilong sighed. Swords have no eyes. It doesn’t mean that powerful people will not die. “Her body should not be burned yet. If you want, I will take you to see her.”

"It's a lie, isn't it? You Han people are the best at lying. You are eloquent and can tell lies with open eyes. No matter if it's to make people sad or happy, it's all..." Yang Muer wiped his eyes before tears fell, "It's a lie, isn't it? You are lying to me. You think I will leave after hearing that she is dead, right?"

Just like that woman at the beginning, I tried every means to make her leave the Turkic land.

"You are so despicable. You told me such a lie just to make me leave." Yang Muer threw the token on Xi Lilong. "I only came back to see her because we have been together for so long. She actually teamed up with you to lie to me. It's so despicable. I hate despicable people like her the most!"

Xi Lilong took the token and looked at the name on it. Once Bai He handed over the token, it was equivalent to handing over the proof of his identity. Without the token, if he died in an unknown place, no one would know who he was and he would just be an anonymous person.

"Are you really not going to take a last look at her?" Xi Lilong looked at Yang Muer's back, "Are you really not going to take a last look at her, the one who can make Bai He hand over the token?"

Pingwu was a Baihe with a relatively high status, so his corpse was placed alone in a simple small tent. The arrows on his body had been removed, and the wounds on his body were bandaged to make it look less scary.

"They are still so troublesome." Xi Lilong knew what was going on at a glance. The bodies were going to be burned, so there was no need to care about these trivial matters.

"General, don't say that. She is a girl after all. Let her leave in a nice manner." A female general passing by heard Xi Lilong's words and smiled and continued, "Didn't you say that this little girl is a Baihe with a high status?"

Xi Lilong glanced at her and then his eyes fell on Yang Muer again: "We can't stay here for too long. All the bodies here must be burned before midnight."

Yang Mule took out the whistle, put it to his lips, and short and quick whistles sounded one after another.

"Is this... an eagle?"

"It seems to be the group of eagles that appeared today."

The soldiers of the Yuanyang Army raised their heads and looked at the goshawks circling in the sky in the night. These hawks were of great help on the battlefield today.

"General, that little girl looks so sad." Xi Lilong's personal guard couldn't help but look back at Yang Muer, "That girl seems to be the holy girl of the Uighurs, so is it okay to ignore her?"

If something happened to the Uighur saint in their military camp, it would be a big trouble.

"Hmm? Don't worry, she won't do anything stupid." Xi Lilong was still relieved about this. If the Uighur saint was so easily depressed, she wouldn't be able to become a saint. "Death and separation are sad things. Even a saint can cry for her friends."

"Hey, General, why do you like to say these flowery words sometimes?" The guard rubbed his arms as if he couldn't stand it, "It's uncomfortable to listen to it."

It's like two armies facing each other. They can just use real swords and guns, but they insist on removing the gun heads.

Ever since the day when Lin Jin caught Miao Wenrui secretly studying, he never leaned on the wall of the academy again, and he hasn't even appeared again. Lin Jin thought that maybe he was recovering from his injuries. After all, the boy didn't look like someone who would give up just because of this.

Lin Jin didn't care about the other party stealing her knowledge, but Miao Wenrui was a student of the Imperial College after all, and studying there was better than studying in her academy. However, she didn't expect that Miao Wenrui and the elders of the family would come to visit her on the third day after that day. However, Lin Jin was not at home when Miao Wenrui and his family came to visit.

"What is this strange pattern of yours? A totem? That's too ugly." Fang Zhining stared at the statistical chart in Lin Jin's hand with a look of disgust on his face.

Lin Jin felt that her fist was a little hard: "No. You like to pour cold water and be sarcastic recently, Zhining, this is not good."

Spring plowing is still some time away. Lin Jin is comparing the harvest after improving the farming method with the harvest of previous years. If he makes a chart with the data from previous years, everything will be clear at a glance.

"Last year's crops were so good?" Fang Zhining picked up a piece of paper scattered nearby, which showed the harvest conditions in various places. "It was much better than in previous years, but the rain was not much more than in previous years."

"Not really..." Lin Jin showed the other two to Fang Zhining, "Look, the harvests in some places are not good. I don't know where the problem lies. We are using the same methods and planting the same crops, but the harvests are so different."

"Your land in the capital can't grow the medicinal herbs in the Divine Doctor Valley." Fang Zhining curled his lips. This is not a simple matter. "The method should be fine. The problem is that there are many things that will affect the harvest when you grow crops, right?"

Farming and growing herbs are actually very similar.

"That's true, but I just don't know what to do now." Lin Jin sighed. Since there was no problem with the method and no factors affecting the harvest could be found, he could only continue to set up the test field there. Only after finding a truly suitable method could he promote it.

"You want to get rich overnight? Forget it. If you are so impatient, you will only end up in chaos." Fang Zhining wanted to say something sarcastic, but when he thought of his prescription that had made no progress, he gave up.

"You're right." Lin Jin put down the pen in his hand, "Zhining, are you free tomorrow? Jing'an wants you to come to the palace to diagnose and treat a princess."

"Is that the one you mentioned a few days ago?" Fang Zhining's eyes moved. "No, I have to give a lecture to the people in the academy tomorrow. You go and ask my senior brother."

The junior sister is really something. She directly called all the people from the Divine Doctor Valley to the north and left a few people to come to the capital to help her so that she wouldn't have to be so tired.

"Ah... this..." Lin Jin thought of Luo Wensheng's face and felt a little timid, "This... I'm a little afraid of him, he looks a little fierce."

"Madam, it's not good to gossip behind people's backs like this." Luo Wensheng threw the porcelain bottle in his hand to Fang Zhining, "This is what you want."