Ninety-Three: Your Husband Is Sick, Remember to Take Medicine (3)

"I said you are good-looking, isn't that wrong?" Jiang Pengji raised her eyebrows in a natural tone, "It is something to be proud of if you are good-looking, and it shows that your appearance is much higher than ordinary people .”

Xu Ke couldn't swallow the breath, couldn't spit it out, and his originally fair face turned purple.

What she said just now was not a compliment, it was clearly a tease, okay?

"Someday when I'm free, I'll take you to Langlang Lane to broaden your horizons, lest you say that I deliberately made fun of you."

She has been wronged.

Xu Ke: "..."

Jiang Pengji said again, "But according to your appearance, if you go to Langlang Lane, I don't know whether you are playing with them or they are playing with you."

Xu Ke: "..."

Can you stop talking about things in Langlang Lane, there will be psychological shadows!

[Auntie eating in the cafeteria]: It must be those coquettish sluts playing Xu Ke's young man, what a disadvantage to go there

Although the style of the audience in the live broadcast room was a bit weird, their aesthetics were normal, and they all felt that if young Xu Ke went to play in Langlang Lane, he would definitely be the one who would suffer. Thinking of the pure white and innocent boy Xu Ke getting into a group of coquettish sluts and being tossed over and over again by them, he was on the verge of tears, pitiful.

[Xi Yan]: Is this the rhythm of the host deciding to go shopping in brothels? When you want to broadcast live, you must notify ahhh——

Jiang Pengji fully agreed, but she never thought that her trip to Langlang Lane would be achieved under such circumstances.

"I just sprained my ankle a little. Apply some medicine and it will be fine for two days."

She is not a doctor, but she herself was injured twice in three days, with constant internal and external injuries. After a long time, she can be regarded as a doctor after a long illness, not to mention that there are some compulsory first aid courses in the military school curriculum. Jiang Pengji has learned a little bit to deal with such minor injuries Still no problem.

"Lang Jun still knows medicine?"

Xu Ke calmed down a lot, and once again refreshed the impression of Jiang Pengji in his heart.

What kind of tallness, what kind of talent and strategy, what kind of wise master, all of them were all misunderstood by him before!

I hate that I was blind at the beginning, why did I feel that the gentleman in front of me has the appearance of a wise master?

Jiang Pengji lied without blinking,

"My mother is sick all year round. How can I feel at ease as a son? I have seen some medical skills in my spare time, and learned some superficial techniques and superficial knowledge. I don't know medicine. Speaking of this, I think of something serious."

Xu Ke is a very serious young man, and when he mentions business, his attention is involuntarily diverted.

"What is it?"

"I watched the training today. These people will endure hardships. They didn't cut corners in the training, and they didn't play tricks. It's just too hard. If you don't take a good rest, you will not be able to get up tomorrow, let alone training. .”

Jiang Pengji couldn't help but think of her first time in a low-level military academy in her previous life, which was exhausting but fulfilling.

She has a special muscle soothing nutrient solution after training, which can relieve training fatigue and ensure training status.

However, medical technology is so backward in this era, and she can't count on nutrient solutions. She doesn't have to use it herself, so she can only use other methods instead, which must be more in line with this era and not too scary.

Xu Ke recalled the training of those people. After a day of tossing, he was indeed so tired that he was about to fall apart. When he opened the big pot, one by one was like a hungry wolf rushing for food, grabbing food faster than anyone else. The physical energy consumed is indeed terrifying.

"Your Majesty has a solution?"

Jiang Pengji said, "Of course there are. I'll draw a picture for you when I go back, and you can follow the instructions above."

The method she said is the most basic massage, and those superficial techniques are known to almost every student who has attended a military academy.

The low-level military academy is very ordinary, and most of the students who go to school here are also ordinary people. Not everyone can afford to use nutrient solution to relieve the pressure of training. If Jiang Pengji was not born with strong numerical values ​​and high potential, and was designated as a key training object, she probably wouldn't have that. luck.

Of course, if you want to maximize the benefits, it is best to use your mental power to condense your fingertips to stimulate the activity of your body muscles.

It's just that things like spiritual power are a bit mysterious to say, and if you say it, you might be mistaken for it as a lie.

Jiang Pengji took a little time to draw a few simple pictures and accompanied them with text explanations to ensure that Xu Ke could understand them.

Xu Ke took the picture, looked up and down, his face softened a little, and said, "Mr. Lang has a heart."

Well, looking at it this way, Mr. Lang is quite reliable.

When Jiang Pengji was painting, some viewers were more careful, and recorded it with the video capture function of their mobile phones or computers.

I'm going to take a bath at night and try it out to see how it works.

Because of Jiang Pengji's arrangement, Xu Ke lived in the farm at the beginning of the training, so he didn't have to go back to the Liu Mansion at night. If he needed any books to borrow, he could go back to borrow them. All in all, except for the occasional unreliability of Mr. Liu, the treatment in the Liu Mansion is still very good.

Trying to use his strength, he found that the sprained foot was no longer painful, so Xu Ke got up and sent her back home respectfully.

Before leaving, Jiang Pengji stopped abruptly and turned her head to look at Xu Ke, causing cold sweat to break out from Xu Ke's back.

"Mr. Lang?"

"Remember one thing, you are my book boy now."

Jiang Pengji said inexplicably, "Let's forget about today and start tomorrow. Keep this sentence firmly in mind."

Xu Ke first had a suspicious look in his eyes, and then suddenly understood, his face was slightly pale.

"Don't be so afraid, just tell him what you have to say, he won't fail to understand."

Jiang Pengji pursed her lips, clapped the sandalwood fan in her hand, and closed it with a sound.

That night, Xu Ke smiled wryly at the pen and ink on the long case.

After thinking for a while, he picked up the pen and landed on the bamboo paper laid out.

As the book boy of the Erlang Lord of the Liu Mansion, besides the money he receives every month, he also has a quota of pens and inks and some bamboo paper.

"Fairies fight, mortals suffer. Between the father and son, there are no human beings inside and outside, but what you said is right..."

Instead of suffering from both ends, it is better to stand firmly on one side.

After Xu Ke finished writing, he put the bamboo paper on the candle and baked it lightly. After the ink was dry, he rolled it into a roll. He went to the corridor and waved to the sky. Not long after, a snow-white pigeon fluttered The wings fell to his arm, and a small bamboo tube was tied to the bird's claws.

Letters passed on by carrier pigeons were passed from Zhongzhao Kingdom in the hinterland of the Central Plains to Dongqing.

After several years of development, here in Dongqing, as long as the family is well-to-do, they will raise and train a few for sending messages.

cuckoo -

Liu She heard the crowing of the white pigeon, got up and picked up the carrier pigeon squatting in the corridor, took out the bamboo paper in the letter box, and read it at a glance.

For a long time, he couldn't help but laugh.

"This girl—" (To be continued.) (83 Chinese Website)