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Wang's illness was awakened by starvation, and the bowl of soothing soup was really long-lasting. He fell into a coma for a whole day and night, and when he woke up, he was not feeling well, and his stomach was growling with hunger.

The woman who brought the medicine came in last time, this time it was porridge. Seeing that Wang had already woken up, she moved the table and put it on the couch, and said calmly: "Drink the porridge, there is no sweat medicine here."

Wang Bing was about to reach out to take the bowl, but unexpectedly the woman put her hand across and put the bowl on the table, without even looking at Wang Bing the whole time.Wang Bing indifferently wanted to pick up the bowl from the table, and only then did he hold the bowl with his hand, but it was only enough to hold it, and he didn't even have the strength to pick it up.

Yes, the body is still a little hot, really sick.

Wang Bing took two spoonfuls and put them into his mouth, "You understand medicine. The porridge is warm, and you know when I wake up."

"The idiot knows a little about medicine, so I learned a little from him. Wang Sima, your father is a captain. Although the idiot is not a general, he is very famous in the team of General Wenma. Can you help me find out? Outside, I just want to know if he is safe."

She was begging for help, but her tone was very flat, as if she was chatting about family matters after dinner.It turned out that the Taiwei hadn't announced the loss of Liangdao, probably because he was afraid of shaking the morale of the army.Wang Bing replied without hesitation: "Your husband will come back safely. General Wenma is extremely brave. His subordinates must also be very human. They will surely return safely and triumphantly."

"Then accept your auspicious words, thank you son." After that, she frowned and the corners of her mouth raised, and Wang Bing saw a smile on her face for the first time, "He taught children to read in Yangzhou. At that time, the He family, the family Dao Zhongluo fell into a ruined gentry, he met General Wenma at a meeting, Mr. Jiang abandoned literature and joined the military, and came to Luoyang to join the army, my poor husband and I followed him all the way."

Wang Bing looked at her and said nothing.

However, that smile was only short-lived, "In this chaotic era, many men go out to fight, and only the elderly and children stay at home. I am just one of the thousands of women who are waiting for their husbands at home. I followed General Wenma all the way. I have gone through countless life and death situations, and my husband took the lead in the face of national disasters, and I am proud of him, but I don't ask him to make contributions and be famous in history, as long as he is safe and sound."

"Mr. He has such a good helper like a young lady. I really envy all men in the world." Wang Bing said, "I will help you pay attention to Mr. He's matter, you go down first." If she doesn't leave, Wang Bing really can't bear it. Stop telling the truth.

But what's the use of saying it, the dead can't be brought back to life, what unexpected things would she do if she knew it?Keep it a secret for as long as you can.

Anyway, we are going to die together.

"Thank you Jun Sima." She paid a blessing, took the bowls and chopsticks and left.Wang Bing couldn't exert himself all over his body. He closed his eyes, opened them again, kicked off the quilt for a while, wrapped his head into a worm, tossed and turned like a pancake, and managed to fall asleep after an hour.

Wang Bing lay on the couch like this for seven days. In the past few days, apart from the food and decoction brought by the woman, Wang Fu also took some time to visit him every night, but the illness just didn't get better.

That day, the woman put away the bowls and chopsticks, almost bumped into the Taiwei at the door of the tent, and hurriedly bowed and left.Wang Fu came in and said haha: "Qing'er, daddy and your majesty are coming for food, you should get well soon, daddy will be so worried if you're not here, there's a little thing here, there's a little thing there, even a dozen or so Every soldier who fights in private will be reported to me, and your pile of slips will be moved by the cook to make a fire and cook if you are left alone..."

Wang Bing felt strange, but still asked: "How much food and grass?"

"One hundred thousand shi, one month is not a problem, you get better soon, and I will save the old-fashioned people from watching your treasure."

The treasure is naturally the bamboo slips piled up in front of the screen. Wang Bing didn't care about it anymore, and he got up when he lifted the quilt: "Now Jiangzuo is rich in products and other places can't transport grain to Beijing. This is the last little savings of Daliang. There must be no mistakes on the road."

Wang Fu pressed him back on the couch, with slight anger: "I have already sent someone to meet him, there will be no problem, you lie down first. Your father and I are Taiwei, and I can't even do this well." ?”

Wang Bing was still worried, so he stuffed him under the quilt, showing his head, "Who did you send?"

Wang Fu simply replied with four words, "Lie down and drink the medicine." Someone came in with a bowl of thick black medicine at the door of the tent, Wang Fu took it and asked him to step back, unexpectedly he wanted to feed it himself.

The smell of the medicine could not help frowning when Wang Bing smelled it. He couldn't hide his thoughts in front of his father, and asked, "Could it be Mongolian sweat medicine again?"

"It's Mongolian sweat medicine, I should let that woman come and coerce you to drink it, come on, open your mouth." Wang Fu brought the spoon close to Wang Bing's mouth, and personally put it into Wang Bing's mouth one by one.

Wang Bing originally wanted to say that you drank me to sleep last time, forgive me that you didn't dare to repeat the same trick, but after a long sleep, the whole person calmed down a lot, so he swallowed his words.

After feeding a bowl, Wang Fu pressed the quilt for him, "Don't worry about those in the army, let's take care of your health, there are some places where you are needed."

Wang Bing tugged at Wang Fu's sleeve, "Father, bring that volume of "The End of Lin", and I'll just put it on the couch and not read it."

Wang Fu searched around the screen for a while, and came back with bamboo slips in his hands. A general came in to look for the Taiwei. Wang Fu told him to rest before leaving.

This book has not been fully opened, obviously not finished reading, Wang Bing carefully put the bamboo slips in the back of the couch, and closed his eyes.

The general was pacing back and forth anxiously at the tent door, and when he saw the Taiwei, he immediately went up to meet him, and said anxiously: "Taiwei, when will the food and grass arrive? There are more and more people making trouble in the army, and the generals are all anxious. "

Wang Fu waved his hand distractedly, "Go back to the main tent."

The general thumped and knelt down on the ground, tears streaming down his face and shouted miserably: "Lieutenant, it's not that the subordinates are uttering wild words. The morale of the army is unstable. It's only a matter of time before the soldiers mutiny, we can't wait any longer!"

"You..." Wang Fu said angrily: "Military secrets, how can you make a loud noise here! Quickly help General Shen Lin up and send him back to the camp."

It was night, this was the ninth day after the grain road fell, and the eighth day after Wang Fu sent the food crisis letter. There were more and more red crosses on the map on the case. Wang Fu took the map away, revealing a delicate and expensive The black silk silk, which is not affordable for princes and nobles, and there is a red square seal at the end of this edict.

Ordered by heaven, you will live forever.

Emperor's Seal.

Wang Fu held the edict close to the lamp, and the flame burned his fingers, and the smell of burnt meat rushed into his nose, and the lamp was covered with dust, which was blown away by the wind.

It was late at night, and Wang Bing was still sitting in the tent. A general ran in panting, crying and wailing: "Taiwei! General Fubo's remnant soldiers are fighting, and hundreds of people can't fight together!"

Wang Fu silently waved him back, and after a while he shouted: "Come on, prepare the horse. No, wait..."

Wang Fu came to his son's tent on foot. Wang Bing couldn't sleep well, and his brows were frowned.Wang Fu sat by the couch for a while, muttering to himself: "Your mother and I are the victims of family marriage politics. She doesn't really love me. When she found out that she was pregnant, she didn't eat or drink for several days and tried every means to kill you. In her womb. Later, my second brother Wang Hong persuaded her to give birth to you. Unfortunately, she couldn't tolerate your existence, but died of depression in a few days. By the way, you haven't seen your second uncle yet, have you? He is not short-sighted and loyal like me. Now he is in Jiankang. If you have nowhere else to go, you can go to him. You see, you were born just like your mother, exquisite and stubborn, not like me. That's a good thing..."

Someone broke into the tent suddenly, crying: "Taiwei! General Fubo's camp caught fire, and the fire has burned down more than a dozen tents. What can the Taiwei do?"

The sound was so loud and miserable that it was not under the sound of killing a pig. Wang Fu waved the man back, traced Wang Bing's eyebrows with his fingers, and hovered over Wang Bing's body like an arched bridge. Put the guilt book in one piece and wrap it up.I thought that the sweat medicine was very effective, otherwise I would have been woken up as soon as I came in.

Wang Fu went to the door of the tent and called a few patrolling soldiers. Thirteen of them carried Wang Bing, who had fallen asleep, into the carriage. Wang Fu put a package beside Wang Bing, and ordered: "Follow this map and go." If he wakes up and wants to go back to Luoyang, knock him out and don't let him go back to Luoyang."

The few soldiers were confused, two of them got into the carriage and drove, and the other ten went to lead the horse. They were divided into two teams to surround the carriage, obviously they were well-trained.Wang Fu said: "Report your name, and you will be promoted to three ranks together when you arrive in Jiankang."

The twelve people reported their names one by one, Wang Fu nodded, looked at the carriage again, and said, "Go."

The horseshoes rise and fall, and go away in the dust.

Wang Bing's army is over, and Wang Fu is going to go his last part of the journey.

On the night of February 25th in the sixth year of Tai'an, Taiwei Wang Fu went to the Xiongnu barracks to surrender.