Economic and Trade Song Dynasty

There are many temples in the city, and he doesn't know who set up the temple Qin Juan walked into.

The only thing he knows is that there are many schools of Buddhism here, and each school has its own truth about the Buddha that each school believes in. Each school refuses to give in to each other, but cleverly tolerates and accepts the existence of the other party. Although the debate has become the norm, But no large-scale war broke out because of the doctrine.

Business travelers in the desert often say a word, those who have faith should go to some cities for a walk, and your faith will have a destination.People who have no beliefs should also go to some cities for a walk, and you will find your way.If you can't survive the suffering in the world, then go to Luoxie City.

After the Tubo Dynasty, like the Central Plains, it experienced hundreds of years of chaos.Many masters of various sects and sects in Wusi Tibet want to end the chaotic situation here.

This seems to be their common desire.

Qin Juan entered the temple and saw worshipers walking all the way from the long street outside the temple to the inside of the temple.

He asked the believers: "Who is the most famous master here?"

Someone told him that the master was in the temple.

Someone told him that it was some master outside the city.

Qin Juan asked again: "If it is very famous and prestigious, it is best that no one can match it in debate."

Andonima hadn't been in Tibet for many years, and Andonima couldn't fully know the specific situation here, so he wanted to come and ask himself.

"I don't know, not so powerful." Someone replied.

"Then which sect do you think the chief believes in?" Qin Juan asked again.

"You ask the chief, if he knows which sect he believes in, he won't be like this now."

If a consensus can be reached, there will be no chaos for a hundred years.

A monk came over, looked at him and asked with a smile, "Why is the almsgiver looking for someone who is good at debating scriptures?"

Qin Juan squinted at him, and replied: "I want to know which academic is dominant now, where the big debates happened recently and who won."

He was not so stupid to let him lobby the ministries for expanding the terminal. If the expansion could solve the problem, it wouldn't have dragged on for so many years.

Kuo Duan wanted to appoint him, so he asked Wu Si Zang's people to lobby Wu Si Zang's people.

Only local people can solve local affairs.

His thinking was clear from the very beginning.For this matter, whether he went to lobby the chief or the monks, he couldn't do it.

He wanted to find the most prestigious and debating people in the area to lobby the chief and the locals.

This was the first thing he thought of when he started to face up to this task.

However, he had selfish intentions. He didn't want to help Mongolia to make Tubo submit to Mongolia, because he knew too well the geographical significance of Tubo to Song Dynasty.

This is a dilemma for him.

He knew it all, and Zhao Huaizhi knew it even more.

But he understood that Zhao Huaizhi had no choice.

Perhaps what Zhao Huaizhi saw was farther ahead than what he saw.

When he saw in front of him, Zhao Huaizhi could see for a hundred years.

The monk said to him: "If the donor wants to find someone who can debate the scriptures, he might as well go to the Sakya Monastery to find Master Saban. He once debated with several Indians for [-] days, and finally those people failed, so they worshiped him as their teacher. Master Saban is wise and open-minded, even monks and lay leaders can listen to his opinions."

"The Sakya Temple? Where is it?" Qin Juan asked.

"In Shigatse, west of Luoxi City, you can ride there in three to five days." The monk replied with a smile.

Coming out of the temple, Qin Juan ordered them: "Let Anduo lead people to secretly investigate the arrest of those people, and choose 30 people to follow me to the Sakya Monastery in Shigatse."

Saban, that is, Saban Gongga Gyaltsen.

Five days later, Qin Juan arrived at the Sakya Monastery in Shigatse to meet the famous master of Uszang.

"Why did the benefactor come?"

"Come here for the master's thoughts." Qin Juan clasped his hands together and saluted.

Master Saban couldn't help looking at him: "What is this poor monk thinking?"

Qin Juan raised his head, and said in a resolute voice, "All the ministries in Tubo will be unified, and the world will be peaceful from now on."

"..." At this moment, the aged master took a few more glances at him.

"Master, do you find it difficult?" Qin Juan asked him back.

Master Saban didn't speak, but looked at him quietly and almost compassionately.

Qin Juan took a deep breath, only to hear Saban say indifferently: "Who sent the benefactor here."

"The king of Xiliang expands his end."

When Qin Juan said the name, Saban's expression remained calm.

"Then why are you here?" Master Saban asked him.

"Man is a knife, I am a fish."

Saban was silent for a moment, then called a young monk in, and he kindly ordered: "Ba Siba, take the almsgiver to rest."

Qin Juan followed the little monk slightly disappointed.

At this time, Qin Juan didn't know that this little monk who reached his chest would eventually become a generation of emperor teacher.

"The benefactor came from the north?" nine-year-old Basiba asked him, his voice was clear, even though he was only a child, his tone was rarely relaxed.

"That's right." Qin Juan smiled.

"Are there deserts and hunchbacks in the north?" Basiba asked him.

"some."

"The little monk wanted to go and have a look, but he couldn't leave."

"you will."

"Thank you, benefactor." Ba Siba smiled and bowed together.

Qin Juan bowed back to him.

A few days later, his subordinates told him that Saban had accepted the call of the King of Xiliang and was willing to go to Liangzhou next summer.

Suddenly getting this answer, Qin Juan was a little shocked and speechless.

He sat on the wooden chair for a long time, not knowing what he was thinking.

Maybe he didn't want to hear such a result, or maybe he hoped that this place can be safe and happy...

If the negotiation fails, King Kuandan may lose his patience and attack Luoxie City on a large scale.

The strategy of expanding the Southwest has been deadlocked for nearly eight years.

But Qin Juan also understood the extraordinary significance of Wu Sizang to Dali and the Southern Song Dynasty.

In less than ten years, if Wu Sizang surrenders, the overall situation of the world will be greatly changed, and even the world will be turned upside down.

Qin Juan waved his hand to signal them to step back.

Those people didn't move.

"You got what you wanted? Why don't you let me be quiet for a while?" Qin Juan glanced over coldly, and those people felt a little numb all over.

Everyone understands that none of them can leave Luoxi City and Shigatse until next summer.

So they still chose to watch Qin Juan die and not let him escape.

A few days later, Andonima arrived in Shigatse from Luoxi City, and informed others that he had been released, but General Zhending fell ill, and he placed him in Luoxi City to recuperate.

As for Master Saban's promise to go to Liangzhou next summer, Andonima already knew about it, so Qin Juan didn't repeat the overview.

Qin Juan is still under surveillance and his activities are restricted.

It's just that occasionally I can talk to Ba Siba for half an hour a day, which is Master Saban's acquiescence, but even when talking, there is a row of strong men standing three meters behind him.

Qin Juan is not a person who likes to get angry, sometimes he really can't help but get mad.

Basiba likes to sort out the Bayeux Sutra with Qin Juan very much.

Qin Juan didn’t understand, he would teach him, Qin Juan didn’t like Buddhist scriptures so much in the past, but he would be very interested in listening to Basiba’s narration, because Basiba narrated it through his understanding of Buddhism from the perspective of a child. Buddhism in his understanding.

There is a four-year age difference between them. Perhaps the young monk knows what Qin Juan likes better than the old monks.

Qin Juan can teach Basiba Mongolian, and he told Basiba Mongolian that it is easy to learn, and those commonly used words can be proficient in less than half a year.

More than a month has passed, and the city of Shigatse has become increasingly cold. It often snows in the early morning at night, and you can only go out for a walk at noon.

Qin Juan and Basiba became more and more affectionate, and Qin Juan also recognized Basiba's younger brother, Chana Dorje, who was only five years old.

"Songman is a little smaller than you, but Songman is not as obedient as you." Qin Juan said to Chana Dorje.

"Is that Songman also in Liangzhou?"

"No, he's in Luobo City."

"Can I see Songman next year?" Chana Dorje said.

"It shouldn't happen next year. The high-intensity rush is not suitable for you and the old Master Saban. I think you should be on the road for a year."

Ba Siba looked at Qin Juan: "But you only spent three months."

Qin Juan pursed his lips: "So, many of us died on the road, and the rest you see is only one-third of the previous number."

Hearing this, Basiba put his palms together and closed his eyes to chant sutras.

When they came to these cities, they traveled day and night, which was simply desperate.

Chana Dorji was in deep thought, and after a while, he raised his head and asked Qin Juan, "Does King Kuduan think a year is too long?"

"No." Qin Juan smiled, "Master Saban's body is the most important thing, just stop and go."

"Brother Qin, did you tell Master to take us with him?"

"Yes." Qin Juan nodded.

According to the decree of Xiliang Prefecture, children under the age of 15 are not to be killed. If Master Saban brings Ba Siba and Chana Dorji, he can still save his life at critical moments.

Children are too young to understand Qin Juan's intentions, but Master Saban understands.

In the blink of an eye, the Lunar New Year is getting closer and closer.

After Qin Juan got up that day, he saw many people coming to the Buddhist temple in the early morning.

He dressed and came out of the room, Chana Dorje came running over in a thick coat, his little face was red, his big eyes were watery, and the corners of his lips were smiling.

"Brother Qin, get up." He hugged Qin Juan, "My brother asked me to come over and ask you to eat Laba porridge."

Qin Juan suddenly remembered that today is Laba.

People stood in a row outside the door, and Qin Juan immediately followed after he came out.

For these cavalry who followed like shadows, Qin Juan was angry from the beginning, but now he is noncommittal.He seemed to admire the strict discipline of Kuo Duan's subordinates, who regarded Kuo Duan's orders as imperial edicts.

For so long, they have not given him a little freedom for a day.

It's just that anger that gradually turns into patience over time.

These people also polished his temper in disguise, making him much calmer.

Living in a Buddhist temple, being exposed to the scriptures, also calmed his heart a lot.

During this trip to Wusi Tibet, in the highest city in the world, his soul was baptized by Buddhism.

However, when he walked past the place where the wind horse was raised today, passed through the place where believers worshiped, and walked in front of the golden statue of Buddha, when he saw a golden hairpin engraved with pine, bamboo and plum on display in the enshrined case, Suddenly tears welled up in his eyes.

This may have been left by a Han woman who came to Sakya Monastery to worship.

But it also successfully awakened Qin Juan's homesickness.

No, he is going back.

He walked through the long road of the Buddhist temple, followed by those "shadows", and he wanted to find Basiba.

The young Basiba was following Master Saban, and they were serving porridge to the believers.

This is due to the disintegration of Tubo and tribal wars, and the people have been living in dire straits for a hundred years.

Alpine cold and famine are the biggest problems for the people here.

Behind the temple is often a tribal nobleman, and Master Saban is the nobleman of the Sakya sect.

The temples in Wusi Zang also shoulder the responsibility of the common people, so in Wusi Zang, unlike the Central Plains, the governing power here belongs to the sect and the chieftain.

"Brother Qin." Ba Siba looked over with a smile, "Come and have porridge."

Qin Juan took the hot porridge from Basiba.

"Where's Chana Dorji?" Basiba suddenly asked.

Qin Juan also looked around. Apart from the people following him, there was no small figure of Chana Dorji.

Qin Juan suddenly ran towards the yard, Ba Siba followed, and of course, those annoying "shadows".

Because there were too many people and the temple was too big, Chana Dorje lost Qin Juan.

When Qin Juan and Basiba came to find him, Chana Dorje was sitting on the futon in the Buddhist hall, and he didn't run around, because there were too many people coming to the temple today.

Seeing Qin Juan and Basiba, Chana Dorje waved to them.

"It's a good thing you know to wait here, I'm afraid you'll be kidnapped." Qin Juan knelt down and picked him up.

Five-year-old Chana Dorje is very thin, and Songman is younger than him, and both are much heavier than him. Qin Juan loves this child very much.

"Brother Qin, you are annoyed by those 'shadows'."

Perhaps it was the first time he was hugged by Qin Juan, at such a close distance, Chana Dorje could hug Qin Juan's neck and say this to him.

Qin Juan was stunned for a moment, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "I'm really annoying them..." Actually, it wasn't that annoying anymore, but he really wanted to leave.

He had little hope for the young Chana Dorje.

Unexpectedly, Chana Dorje said to him: "Brother Qin, do you want to get rid of them?"

"It's even a dream." He squeezed Chana Dorji's cheek as if coaxing a child, "However, now I want to take you to drink Laba porridge."

Qin Juan never thought that one day he could really get rid of those cavalry that existed like shadows.

Chana Dorje took him to the forest behind the Sakya Monastery, and told him that there was a hot spring behind the forest, which was a holy place.

Being baptized with holy water can wash away the sins of the whole body. Even people who are full of sins can wash away the sins in their souls and return to holiness.

They walked into a cave and saw the legendary holy pool.

The white smoke is lingering, and the water is clear.

"Brother Qin, let's go to the pool." Chana Dorje said as he took off his clothes.

"Wow, it's so comfortable..." Chana Dorji looked at Qin Juan, "Brother, why don't you come in? It's really comfortable..."

"Come on." Qin Juan said and began to undress.

Chana Dorji looked at the four or five people behind Qin Juan: "Don't you come in and have a bubble, it's really comfortable here..."

Those people: "..."

At this time, Qin Juan had slipped into the pool and lay down, and even cried out for comfort.

The few people looked at each other in blank dismay, only to hear Chana Dorje continue: "This pool can also heal physical injuries. Master Saban used it to treat very powerful people... Ordinary people can't enjoy it."

While he was speaking, someone took off his clothes and went into the pool.

After a while, all five of them entered the pool.

He sighed, "This is too comfortable."

Chana Dorji smiled and said, "Of course, this is the Holy Pool!"

The water in the holy pool contains a substance that can make people drowsy after it penetrates into the skin, but Qin Juan and Chana Dorje smeared ghee on their bodies before entering the pool, making this substance impermeable for a while skin.

Seeing that those people had fallen asleep, the two put on their clothes and came out of the pool.

"Brother Qin, let's go out, they won't wake up for a while." Chana Duoji said while getting dressed.

Qin Juan and Chana Dorji left the Sakya Monastery after leaving the mountain.

After getting into the street, Qin Juan hugged Chana Dorje tightly: "Dorji, I have to tell you... I don't just want to get rid of them, I want to get out of here."

Chana Dorje was at a loss for a moment, then suddenly said with a smile: "I understand..."

Although he said it with a smile, his eyes were full of tears.

He touched his face, put his arms around Qin Juan's neck and said, "Brother is homesick, I think I will be homesick after being away for a long time... Those people don't let my brother go home, I don't know how sad I am Well... Dorje thought that the Buddhist temple in Shigatse and the Dorje in Shigatse would allow my brother to stay, no, now that I think about it, it is better for my brother to go to his hometown, if I leave my hometown, I will be as unhappy as my brother."

"Duoji..." Qin Juan was so choked up that he couldn't speak.

"Brother, don't worry about me. The flour shop behind you was arranged by my housekeeper. They can send me back when I go there. Brother, Duoji is worried about brother... Will Duoji see brother again in the future?"

"Yes." Qin Juan hugged Duoji and squatted down slowly, "Say goodbye to Ba Siba for me, brother will always remember you."

He said, putting the red gold mask in his pocket in the palm of Dorji's hand, he smiled and said: "When you appear in front of me wearing it, I will definitely recognize you."

As he spoke, he stood up and turned around abruptly.

After running wildly, disappeared at the end of the street.

"Brother..." Chana Dorji looked at Qin Juan's disappearing figure with tears in his eyes.

"Young master?" The servant came out of the flour shop, and suddenly saw his young master standing at the street corner, staring into the distance in a daze.

Shouldn't the young master be at Sakya Monastery today?

At this moment, Qin Juan thought that they would never meet again.

Because, when he saw the gold hairpin engraved with pine, bamboo and plum lying on the table enshrining the Buddha statue in the Buddhist hall, he wanted to go back.

It is Song State.

Therefore, the touch at that moment is the longing for the root of the blood in the heart.

He wanted to go back to Song State, he thought so passionately.

He thought that as long as he escaped, he could go to Chengdu as long as he walked through Wusi Tibet and then walked along the Tibetan-Song border.

He doesn't know where Chengdu is, he doesn't have a map, but he thinks he can find it...

When this idea came into being, it was so hot that it burned his heart and blood.

It has been seven years since Mongolia destroyed gold.

For the first time, he felt he could escape.

For the first time, in a real sense, he felt that he must be able to escape.

The child at the age of six finally took this step after seven years.

On this day, he bought three horses at the horse market outside Shigatse, and he exchanged them for food at the market outside the city.

He wanted to spend money to buy a guide, but if no one took him, he couldn't get out of Wusi Tibet.

He needs a guide.

When Andonima taught him Tibetan language in Xiliang Prefecture, one of the most important things he did at the same time was to make money. He used the contacts of King Kuanduan to save a lot of gold. Carry it on him, sew it in his clothes, and of course some of it is in his luggage.

It was winter on the plateau, and he was wearing thick clothes, which no one else could tell.

Hearing that he said he was going to the border between Tibet and Song Dynasty, no one here was willing to guide him.

Even the high price.

Qin Juan understood that if he asked any more questions, he might be targeted by people with malicious intentions, so he stopped asking and rode away silently.

He must leave Shigatse quickly, or the dogs of King Zaitan will catch up.

When it was dark, he had to find a place to stay due to physical reasons. He couldn't drive at night, and he would freeze to death here.

Fortunately, a kind shepherd took him in.

The old man told him that after he went to Medog, he would ask if anyone would like to go to the Song Dynasty. There were many guides who would guide the merchants there. In the twelfth lunar month, people will die if they walk among the high mountains and snowy mountains in Wusi Tibet.

Qin Juan didn't dare to drive at night, he had to stop at night, or he had to find a house or an inn where he could stay before he knew that night was coming.

He walked and stopped, and arrived in Medog after one and a half months.

At this time, his face began to peel off crazily...

He has been very careful, the medicine given by the Tibetan doctor has always been used to wipe his face, and he has not stopped. He even bought a large pack of medicine for his face when he left Shigatse.

He knows that the sun here is very poisonous... He also knows that the fox likes his face.

So he protects this face as if protecting his life...

The result now makes him want to cry but has no tears.

He had darkened a lot, and the sun mercilessly scorched a layer of his skin to death.

Now the skin is peeling off and it hurts and itches.

I don't know when I will be able to restore my original face...

Perhaps, this time, while God was teaching him to endure suffering, he was also teaching him to let go of his skin...

He found a Tibetan doctor to heal his face.

Tibetan doctors said that there is no big problem, as long as the dead skin falls off, it will come back in vain.

He was skeptical, drank the medicine, applied the medicine, and went to inquire about the guide again.

But this time, when he came out of the inn, he happened to see a group of people stopping at the opposite inn.

His blood was frozen for a moment.

Mongolian soldiers.

He recognized it immediately.

Mongols and Tubo people are still easy to distinguish.

Is it a merchant or a soldier?Or a post soldier?

He didn't go through the main entrance, he entered the market through the back door of the inn.

After seven years, he finally took the first step, and he didn't want to be arrested again.

Absolutely not.

When he went to the market, he asked where there was a guide to buy, and someone told him about Old Street.

He went to Laojie and asked if anyone had gone to Song Guo.

Those people looked at him like a madman.

"Little brother, I advise you not to think about it, it is difficult to go to Dali, and you still want to go to the Song Dynasty, it is impossible." Someone told him sincerely.

Qin Juan understood that he was telling the truth, but he only wanted to find someone who would take him to Song.

He really didn't know how to go.

In the era of war, the map is a strategic resource and a luxury.

There are only a few people in a region who know the way.

What's more, in such an alpine region, there are very few guides.

When he returned to the inn, he vaguely heard some rumors. Some people said that the Mongolian army was going to build a camp in Wusizang. The army was transferred from the west of Kunlun and the northeast of Tubo, about 2 people.

After staying in Medog for two days at a huge risk, Qin Juan went to the black market outside the city to buy an old horse and a bow with twenty sharp arrows.

The person who sold him the old horse told him that the horse had once been to the border of Yazhou.

Yazhou is located in the Dadu River Basin, southwest of Chengdu, and adjacent to Tubo.

There is no guide, only an old horse who has been to Yazhou.

With four horses alone, Qin Juan crossed Bowo, the Nu River, the Lancang River, snow-capped mountains, grasslands, and completely uninhabited places...

When one person and four horses passed through a completely uninhabited place, the fear of death came again.

Here he spent fifteen days shrouded in death.

The fire cannot be extinguished, once it is extinguished, he will only die here.

In this high and cold place, flint and steel can't ignite anything, and the only way to go is to protect the kindling in the tin box. He has to add charcoal to the tin box from time to time.

It was the seventh day, and the roar of an unknown beast was heard from afar.

Fortunately, there was no snow that night.

There was no snow during the seven days and nights.

If it snowed, he would undoubtedly not survive the middle of the night.

He sat by the bonfire he had made himself and prayed that it would not snow.

As long as it doesn't snow, he and his horse can live.

The fear of death crept up again after he suppressed it by reciting the Ksitigarbha Sutra.

Over and over again.

He slept for a while and woke up immediately to add new charcoal to the tin box, and then poured out the remaining ashes.

When it was dawn, the roar of the beast subsided, he stood up, and after punching a set, his body quickly heated up, and he continued on his way.

He didn't notice that he was being watched by something.

It was already dark when he realized something was following him.

On this day, he still didn't see half of the herdsmen or farmhouses.

At first he thought it was someone, but after waiting for a long time, he didn't see that person come out.

Finally, when the sense of vigilance in the blood of his body was aroused, he rode on the horse and ran wildly with the horse, but the thing ran out like lightning in an instant, killing one of his horses.

When Qin Juan touched the bow and shot it, he didn't realize that it was a tiger.

His reaction was the moment the thing killed the horse...

It seems that I have never been so quick-eyed and quick-handed in my life.

A quarter of an hour later.

He sat on the ground looking at the dead horse and tiger, in a daze...

It's not because of anything else, his legs are weak and shaking all the time.

He was no longer afraid in his heart, but his legs didn't think so, and he couldn't stand up because of the trembling.

The old horse is dead.

Because he ran the slowest, he was bitten to death by a tiger.

It was his fault that Qin Juan held his face. At sunrise, the roar of the beast faded away, and when there was no small animal appearing on the road for another day, he should have thought that there would be a huge beast appearing.

Maybe he was not afraid of wolves in his heart, thinking that he would be able to deal with wolves, but he ignored that this is not a desert, and there are still tigers living here.

What should he do when the old horse is dead!

What should he do!

He could only go northeast by feeling.

Until, seven days later, he saw the village.

Unspeakable joy rose from the bottom of his heart, he rode his horse and galloped, and didn't notice anything wrong in the first place.

Before he could approach the village, he was stopped by cavalry who suddenly appeared.

Qin Juan's first thought was to run, he turned his horse and ran, regardless of whether he was the Mongolian army or the Song army!

He was really scared, these damn troops!

With a sound of "whoosh", the arrow pierced the horse's hoof, and after the sound of the horse's wail, Qin Juan rolled off the horse's back.

He ran, he just wanted to escape from here!Even if he climbed back, he didn't want to spend half his life in the army again...

At this time, a sharp arrow pierced his chest.

The moment he fell, his eyes were scarlet, but there was a smile on his lips...

The child who lay with his father in a captive pit at the age of six.

The child who was captured by Mongolian soldiers when he was six years old.

finally dead...

Escape from Jihab camp is death, the four-character mantra written outside Jihab camp when I was six years old, the words that are in front of me at the age of six.

Nunumohe and Ayiga whispered to him...

This time, that child was finally able to meet his father.

Song Guo, Daddy.

Huhu, Zhao Huaizhi.

Those fragments that are vivid in memory, beautiful, painful, warm, and cold...

Interlaced in front of the blood-stained mist.

He touched his chest with his bloody hand and took out the note on his chest.

You live at the head of the Yangtze River, and I live at the end of the Yangtze River

Zhao Huaizhi, if there is an afterlife, can we live in a prosperous age with me? We are rightly matched, we are childhood sweethearts, our parents, relatives and friends are present, we can be in the grassland, or in the south of the Yangtze River...

It's just that, in this life, I've really lived too tired.

Qin Juan didn't expect that he didn't die, because the person who shot him didn't want to die.

A man who is unparalleled in riding and archery wants to snatch his life back from the arrow he shot.

"Qin...Qin."

The handsome and handsome man panicked, he didn't know, he didn't know it was Qin Juan.

Ning Bai's generals have never seen Ning Bai so flustered, this Qianhu has always been calm and self-possessed, and he has always been more rational than emotional.

Or they didn't see any other emotions on his face at all.

"Doctor!" he yelled.

This time, the military doctors lived in trembling for three days, the entire camp was lifeless, no one dared to speak loudly.

They just want the child to wake up.

"It hurts the heart, it's just..."

A few people whispered.

"Master Ning Bai's riding and shooting is unparalleled in the world. It should have pierced the heart with one arrow. If it wasn't for the token of the King of Expansion around his neck, which buffered him... he would have died on the spot."

"If you want to save him, you must have the Millennium Ganoderma lucidum, and unless Master Ning Bai is willing to transfer his inner strength..."

"You can say that, I dare not."

Who knew that Ning Bai really sent someone to find the Millennium Ganoderma lucidum, and who knew that Ning Bai really gave Qin Juan his inner strength.

Qin Juan's life was also adjusted with ginseng.

The military doctors said that as long as the ganoderma lucidum can be obtained within three days, the child can survive, but it is still hard to say whether he will wake up or not.

Three days later, the Ganoderma lucidum was found, and it must not be a thousand-year-old, but the soldier could only say so in order to save his life.

Also that night, the military doctor informed Ning Bai that Qin Juan's condition had stabilized.

Only then did Ning Bai feel relieved.

"If he wakes up, let someone tell me." Ning Bai ordered, then put on the golden battle armor, rode away with a few cavalrymen.

Ning Bai's camp is ten miles away. He came here to assist King Kuandan in resolving the Tubo issue. He wanted to set up a camp and raise soldiers and horses on the border between Tubo and Song.

Although there were only 3000 cavalry following Ning Bai at this time.

Ning Bai was not yet familiar with the terrain, so he dispersed the camp to avoid surprise attacks.

He didn't expect Qin Juan to come here. He knew in his heart that Qin Juan escaped from Luoxi City. The wolf cub should have walked this way for a long time, at least two months...

Should he say that the boy is brave, or should he say that he despises military power.

However, he didn't expect that when he slowly walked towards the child he shot and saw this face, the joy of successful hunting disappeared.

At that time, I only felt dizzy, and an indescribable panic spread from the bottom of my heart.

He... never really had.

He admitted that he likes beauties, especially weak beauties, and there are many such beauties around him.

But this child is not weak at all, and does not conform to his aesthetics, just like the fox back then, who thought she was a weak and boneless beauty, but turned out to be a flower with thorns.

Later, he stopped looking for the beauty of Boya Wuhu, because he noticed a wolf cub.

But the wolf cub that he waited painstakingly for to grow up almost died miserably under his arrow.

Although he has been rescued now, he still has sympathy for him.

When Qin Juan woke up, he saw the military doctor busy in front of his eyes.

Those people panicked and muttered a few words from time to time.

His mind was blank, he didn't know what was going on, and he didn't want to think about anything.

Because of a headache.

He was thirsty, so he lifted the covers and got out of bed.

When I stood up, I felt dizzy and my chest hurt.

Don't think about it, don't think about anything, drink water first.

He walked slowly towards the table.

Lift the kettle and pour it into the belly.

After drinking enough, he went to the fire pit in the camp again.

It's really warm here, I haven't felt so warm in a long time...

When he was sitting by the fire pit, taking off the roasted meat on the iron rack and eating it slowly, those busy military doctors looked at him.

I took a look, continued to work, and waited for the reaction, no, who is that person.

Just when he was about to ask, he suddenly looked at the bed, and his face turned pale with shock: "Who, who told you to get up!"

"No! Someone! Go and tell Master Ning Bai! That child is awake!"

"My lord, you can't get out of bed like this, you won't be disturbed if you want to eat, go back and lie down."

Qin Juan hadn't eaten yet, and those people wanted to kneel down and beg him to go back to bed and lie down. He sighed, wiped his hands and walked to the bed.

Sitting on the bed, he didn't know what he was looking at, but he just didn't want to sleep because he had slept enough.

He didn't even think about it, because his mind was messed up and it hurt.

Half an hour later, he heard a chaotic sound of horseshoes.

A man in a red gold battle armor came in from the outside, wearing a snowstorm.

The moment he saw the man's face, Qin Juan froze for a moment.

But it was not so surprising.

It seems good to die under Ning Bai's arrow.

Naima Zhenningbai, the unparalleled rider and archer in the Onan River Basin, saw his archery for the first time when he made himself a target...

Ning Bai came over and put his big hand on his forehead first: "It's a fever, they say your brain..." There is a problem...

Of course, enough is enough for Ning Bai.

Because Qin Juan just sat, didn't sleep or talk, and just sat, the military doctors were all worried that he might have something wrong with his brain.

"Stay back, I'll put the medicine here and feed him."

It was an antipyretic medicine. Qin Juan woke up with a little fever because he hurt his heart, and the military doctors were worried that it was lung fever, fearing that he would contract other diseases.

The military doctors withdrew, and Ning Bai sat down with the medicine.

Ning Bai fed him, and he opened his mouth to drink.

It's so cute that it hurts.

Ning Bai, a person who has experienced many ups and downs, could not help but choke up at this moment. Suddenly he put down the bowl, held Qin Juan's face upright, and looked at him: "You don't have to be afraid of me, I won't kill you, it's just a Accident... I won't kill you." Never again...

Qin Juan nodded, as if he was thinking about something, but he didn't think about anything.

Looking at the wolf cub, Ning Bai seemed to have a strange change in his heart. For the first time in his life, he felt that liking someone should not stop at lust...

It shouldn't be about wanting.

He had desire for Concubine Tan, so he kept Concubine Tan by his side.

He also has feelings for Huhu, but he can't control Huhu, or Huhu doesn't like him very much, so he stopped thinking about it.

Although he indulged in lust, he never laid hands on children, so he was waiting for the wolf cubs to grow up.

And when he shot and killed the wolf cub once, he suddenly understood...

I like it, not because of desire.

Maybe I like it, just sit quietly and look at someone.

Just like it is now.

Qin Juan fell asleep because the medicine contained soothing ingredients.

He is a patient and cannot bear this medicine.

Ning Bai took off his armor, robe, and shoes...

For the first time, he wanted to hug someone and do nothing.

Of course nothing can be done.

The wolf cub was just a child, a child who hadn't grown up.

When sleeping, there is still a childish look on his face

The brows are stubborn and arrogant. If he hadn't grown up in a military camp, he would be a dandy young master, or a high-spirited son.

Unfortunately, no if.

That night, Qin Juan had a dream. In the dream, he had dominated Jiangzuo since he was a teenager. His family owned four large ships, which could transport goods to Kaijing.