Crossing the book to escape famine, poor little guy does not become cannon fodder reference group

Cui Yunting watched this mysterious army leave the city, and felt that most of the world would have to change its surname to Song.

He had seen the imperial army, and they were definitely no match for the Song army.

First of all, in terms of military discipline, the imperial army was far superior to the Song army.

With so many soldiers from the Song family passing by, even the street stalls were safe and sound. Could the imperial army do that?

It's probably impossible to do that, they are just a bunch of good-for-nothings.

After passing Lou County, seeing that it was getting late, Lin Yuanxiu ordered to set up camp.

Song Pan'er jumped off the general's back and pounded his lower back without making a sound.

Qiuqiu jumped off the horse and walked quickly to Song Paner's side.

"Hello, Master, I'll set up the tent right away."

Song Pan'er waved her hand weakly, "Go ahead."

After sitting on the tiger's back for a whole day, she was so tired that she couldn't even bend her waist.

Who understands? Behind the majesty lies suffering. It's simply a sin!

After Qiuqiu set up the tent, Song Paner didn't want to eat anymore. She ran into the tent, waved her hand, took out her own small bed from the supermarket, and lay down on it.

Qiuqiu came in with a tray. The chef had prepared fried rice with bacon and shredded potatoes tonight. The aroma spread from miles away, and everyone was drooling before the meal even started.

"Hello, master, it's time for dinner." Qiuqiu said softly.

Song Pan'er lay motionless on her soft little bed, like a fresh corpse.

"Qiuqiu, I'll give you my share. I don't have much of an appetite." She spoke in a muffled voice, like a salted fish, and turned over slowly.

Qiuqiu nodded, turned around and walked out of the tent with the tray.

If Qian Jinfeng or Ajin were here, they would definitely coax Song Paner to eat a few bites. Unfortunately, this time she deliberately picked the most obedient Qiuqiu to go with her, and left the two who cared about her health the most in Songjiabao.

After Qiuqiu left, Lu Yan slipped out of the supermarket, holding a tablet in one hand and a box of potato chips in the other.

Now he has watched an extremely long detective drama. Although the characters in it are all blond-haired and blue-eyed foreigners, it does not prevent him from understanding what they say by following the subtitles.

"Why don't you eat? Are you losing weight?" He took a drastic action and sat down on the edge of Song Pan'er's bed.

Song Paner opened her eyes, climbed up and snatched the potato chips from his hand.

"Eat less. There are only a few boxes of this flavor of potato chips left."

How come I don’t get constipation or hemorrhoids if I eat such dry food every day?

She thought darkly, grabbing a potato chip and putting it in her mouth.

"Do me a favor." Song Pan'er suddenly spoke while eating potato chips.

Lu Yan: ???

"How can you be so shameless? You won't let me eat your potato chips and you still want me to help you? Tell me, what favor do you want? I'll consider it."

Song Pan'er stuffed the potato chips back into his hand. "It's just a small thing... I'm going on a long trip, so you can become me and help me keep an eye on the march. You don't have to do anything."

She decided to go on a long journey alone, so she didn't talk much these days and didn't do anything unnecessary, just to avoid being exposed when Lu Yan turned into her.

Lu Yan thought about it and didn't answer whether he wanted help. Instead, he asked her where she was going.

Song Pan'er was mysterious and refused to say anything, so Lu Yan simply stopped asking.

"Then put some of my favorite snacks and power banks into my storage ring."

Since he said that, it means he agreed.

Song Pan'er patted his shoulder and said, "I owe you a favor."

Lu Yan snorted, "I don't owe you favors that easily."

Song Pan'er simply ignored his arrogance and said perfunctorily, "I know, I know. Just don't show off."

He was about to remind her to be careful, but the little girl had already slipped into the supermarket and left the tent without anyone noticing.

Lu Yan rolled his eyes, lay down on the small bed, and his body instantly shrank into the appearance of Song Paner.

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Yongzhou, in the study room in the backyard of the government office.

Jin Lingfeng poured out a pill and put it into his mouth with shaking hands.

The old Taoist with white eyebrows sat aside, holding a whisk, with his eyes closed and not saying a word.

After taking the pill and suppressing the poison in his body, Jin Lingfeng raised his trembling hand and wiped the black blood stains from the corner of his lips.

"Master, is there really no other way?" He still didn't give up and asked again.

The old Taoist with white eyebrows opened his eyes and shook his head slowly.

"You've been poisoned. I can't do anything about it... Perhaps that 'little miracle doctor' in Jiangnan might have a solution..."

Jin Lingfeng smiled bitterly, "Master, you were in seclusion refining the elixir before, so I couldn't tell you that the 'little miracle doctor' in Jiangnan is Song Pan'er, who is now causing trouble."

The old Taoist with white eyebrows was stunned. "Song?"

Jin Lingfeng nodded, "She is Song Fubao's cousin in name only, and also the granddaughter of the Duke of Zhenguo."

He had already found out about Song Dahe's background. He had been holding on to this information just because he thought he could use it one day. However, seeing that Song Paner, who was so young, also rose up in rebellion, the information in his hand naturally had to be declared invalid.

How could someone who has the ability to conquer the world not be able to find even this little bit of information?

Moreover, he is now almost certain that the "person of destiny" calculated by the Taoist priest Baimei before is not Song Fubao, but Song Paner.

But now it's too late.

He is truly a "man of destiny". Even if he tries his best, he cannot control him, and he can't even touch the corner of his clothes.

The old Taoist with white eyebrows quickly raised his hands and calculated. After a while, fine beads of cold sweat oozed out of his wrinkled forehead, and he actually spat out a mouthful of blood with a "wow".

"Wrong! Wrong!"

"It was wrong from the beginning!"

"[The Mandate of Heaven enters the Song Dynasty, and life is guaranteed], this 'Song Dynasty' is not that 'Song Dynasty'!"

The Taoist priest with white eyebrows couldn't believe that he had made such a big mistake in such an important matter. He looked at Jin Lingfeng, who had become haggard in a short time.

"It's me...it's me who's sorry for you..."

He was heartbroken and clutched his whisk tightly. "The only solution now is for me to capture her myself. Whether she's willing or not, no matter what method I use, I must make her my own! Only in this way can I save your life!"

The Taoist with white eyebrows dared to say this, but Jin Lingfeng didn't dare to respond.

His intuition told him that no matter what method they used, Song Pan'er would not be used by them.

If the "man of destiny" was really that easy to control, he wouldn't have ended up like this.

"No need, Taoist priest, I have decided to accept my fate."

Now that things have come to this, he only wants to avenge his family before he dies and turn the Zhuge family's empire upside down.

The old Taoist with white eyebrows was heartbroken. How could he understand that Jin Lingfeng's life was going to be ruined just because of his momentary mistake?

"There must be a way... There must be a way..." he murmured.

"Grandpa Gan will definitely find a way to save you, so don't give up!"

He was so anxious that he didn't even say "poor monk".