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Ji really vomited, she must have ate a bunch of fruit just now, and she vomited when the car bumped.

Wang Ji's complexion was not good, she was lying on the eunuch's lap in the car, she was refusing to move forward when she had nothing to do before, and now she vomited and refused to move forward even more, so she weakly let Wu Jiu set up camp.

Wu Jiao saw that there was really no other way, so he had to let Gongsun Xipeng set up camp. Wang Ji also said that she had a bitter mouth and stomach pain, and was always nauseated, so she made a fuss and refused to let Wu Jiao go away.

Wu Jiu was so troubled by her that his brain ached, so he asked the medical officer to come over to see Wang Ji's illness, and asked Ziqing to fetch ready-made hawthorn slices to stop Wang Ji from vomiting.

After eating two slices of hawthorn, Wang Ji's complexion improved immediately, and she said, "This food is so delicious, I've never seen it in Zhou Guo."

Wang Ji finally calmed down, Wu Jiao was relieved, seeing that she liked it, he asked Ziqing to take some, Wang Ji kept eating, and while Wang Ji was eating hawthorn slices, Wu Jiao hurriedly withdrew and returned to his command.

Wu Jiu walked all the way back, still thinking in his heart, this Wang Ji is really strange, she vomits and likes to eat sour.

Wu Jiu hurried back, Qi Hou was impatient with waiting, and after hearing about Wang Ji, he remained silent for a while with a cold face, Wu Jiu thought that Qi Hou would say something to severely criticize Wang Ji, but he heard him say in a dark voice: "Gu will have grilled fish for dinner today."

Wu Jiu thought for a moment that he had heard it wrong, and subconsciously raised his head to look at the big bubble around Qihou's mouth, then lowered his head silently, thinking to himself, there is no village, no store, not even a stinky ditch , how can I steal the fish for you, let’s talk about the bubble on your mouth, and eat the grilled and spicy ones, and tomorrow it will definitely become a symmetrical noodle dish.

When Wu Jiu thought about it, he couldn't help making up the picture in his brain. Qi Hou's tough and handsome face, beside his sharp thin lips, was a beautiful red face. Under his gaze, he almost laughed out loud...