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According to winking, let Liu Ju follow, no matter how unhappy he is at this time, he has to put on a show.

However, Liu Shi misunderstood the meaning of Mrs. Wei, and said to Liu Che: "Father, my son and my wife have something to say."

Wei Wei shook his head as he stood, which was too tacit.

Liu Che said, "What else do you have to say to your husband and son?"

"Uh," Mrs. Wei hurriedly said, "Actually, I also want to see the little prince, but it's just that I can't go to the lady's place in the harem."

"You already know this bit of etiquette!" Liu Che nodded to Mrs. Wei, and said to Liu Ju, "Let's go."

Mrs. Wei is good at driving Liu Ju away, let's go quickly.

Liu Ju watched Mrs. Wei and did not leave.

"My husband and wife, go back to the mansion," Liu Che said, "We'll talk about things tomorrow."

"What about Uganda?" Mrs. Wei asked, you see that your son has gone, so you don't ask about Uganda?

"Didn't he want to meet you on the battlefield?" Liu Che said, "You just meet him on the battlefield."

"Ah, ah?" Wei Wei looked at Liu Che with his mouth wide open, that's it?Then what did he come to find him for?

"Then what else do you want?" Liu Che asked.

"Decree that the whole country should arrest this grandson," Mrs. Wei said, "Here is still some way from his prairie, we are on the way to arrest him."

"I will make this decree," Liu Che said, "It's just that I don't think we can catch him in Chang'an City, let alone on the road."

"How hard can it be to catch a foreigner?" Mrs. Wei couldn't understand, it's better to crack down on socialism, that's called people's war! "This bastard even gave me a fake name, so I said how can parents be so unreasonable and give their son such a bad name as Uganda."

"Didn't you also tell him your real name, say your name is Ai, Xiao Ai," Liu Che said.

Hearing the word Xiao Ai again, Mrs. Wei jumped up and down three times on the spot, and almost pulled over. ;

BT The Story of Picking Chrysanthemums in the Western Han Dynasty Volume 229 [-] Daddy, I need a doctor

"Are you crazy again?" Liu Che stood watching Mrs. Wei convulse.

"Kang, you will definitely catch this Hun," Liu Ju persuaded from the side.

The big eunuch who came into the palace to report was sweating on his forehead, the newborn little prince was sick there, His Majesty was not in a hurry to see his son, and he was here to watch Yichun Hou jumping up and down, what is this called?

"The minister has gone back," Mrs. Wei shuddered for a while, and bid farewell to Liu Che dejectedly.

"My husband," Liu Che went out with Mrs. Wei, and said, "You are afraid of Uganda, right?"

"I don't even know where this man is now," Mrs. Wei couldn't be fooled by Liu Che's aggressive tactics. "I will definitely kill him when I see him. If I can't kill him with one knife, I will make more stabs at him this time."

"That's right," Liu Che patted Mrs. Wei on the shoulder, and walked away with Liu Ju.

Seeing Liu Ju walking and looking back at him, Mrs. Wei nodded to Liu Ju. Can he still let go of this fake girl?

When Mrs. and Mrs. Wei returned to the Wei Mansion with a lot of worries, Wei Qing hadn't returned to the mansion;

"Young master," Laifu housekeeper came to welcome Mrs. Wei.

"You can go and play," Mrs. Wei entered the inner hall as he said, and greeted Mrs. Wei first. Hearing that the two younger ones are still studying with the teacher at the moment, Mrs. Wei didn't bother them. The younger brother became a talent and returned to his yard.

Mrs. Wei's yard is now a work shed, where people from the yard gather.

"My lord," the craftsmen in the yard saw that Mrs. Wei had returned, and hurriedly announced the good news to Mrs. Wei, "We have produced a good knife."

"Where is it?" Wei Wei immediately regained his energy and asked.

A war knife was held in front of Mrs. Wei by the head craftsman, "My lord, take a look, this is really a good knife."

Wei Wei took the knife, it was very light, and when the knife was out of the sheath, it was shining brightly, "It looks pretty good," Wei Wei swung the knife at a pile of firewood beside him.

"Young Master!" A group of people shouted at Mrs. Wei, Mrs. Wei was the only one who chopped wood with a saber.

Mrs. Wei didn't use much strength, just wanted to test how sharp the knife could be. The sharp knife hit the log as thick as two arms of an adult man, and when it cut to the end, the log was cut into two pieces. .Mrs. Wei is relieved now, this knife is considered to be a good one, it can't be compared with the saber of the 21st century, but in Han Dynasty, his knife can be the king of swords.Wei Wei put the knife on the ground, pressed on his body, and pressed hard twice. The knife was bent but not broken, and its flexibility was also good.

"My lord," the head craftsman said excitedly, "I didn't expect you to actually make this knife."

"That's it," Wei Wei waved the knife in his hand, he didn't learn science and engineering for nothing, "according to my recipe, what comes out is not iron, but steel." The boss said: "Listen to this sound, does it sound brittle than iron?"

"It doesn't look like steel either," said the head carpenter.

Mrs. Wei has also inquired about it. At this time, people are just adding carbon to wrought iron. It is a completely different concept from Mrs. Wei. "If the stove hadn't blown up, the knife I made would be even better," Wei Wei thought about the stove he blew up at this moment, and his heart still ached.

Although the head craftsman has been crafting the sword at Wei's place, he only made the formula by hand, and Wei's ingredients have always been the ingredients. Now, the head craftsman has no idea how to make this sword.

"I will present the prescription to Your Majesty," Wei Wei also knew what the craftsman was thinking, but Wei Wei knew this kind of weapon without thinking about it, and Liu Yezhu would not let the people get this kind of weapon.

The head craftsman hurriedly said, "What the eldest son said is true."

"Didn't they come out with several pieces of steel?" Wei Wei said at this time: "Hurry up and sharpen the blades, I have use for all these knives."

"No," the head craftsman responded.

"I'll give brother some working money," Mrs. Wei said loudly to everyone in the courtyard with a knife in her hand.

Everyone thanked each other with smiles.

"In order to be worthy of my wages, brothers, work harder and work hard," Wei Wei said again;

Everyone started working in full swing again.

"Prince," Coke ran in at this moment, and said, "The general is back home."

"Oh," Mrs. Wei walked out of the courtyard with a knife in her hand, and went to Wei Qing's study.

"I'm going to present the treasure," Ke Le saw that Mrs. Wei disappeared after a few steps, and said to Pepsi and the others: "Our eldest son still has real skills."

"That's right," Qi Xi said, "Our eldest son is no worse than Young Master Biao."

A few servants were discussing Mrs. Wei here without mentioning it. When Mrs. Wei arrived in Wei Qing's study yard, she found out that Wei Qing had gone to see Mrs. Wei. Looking at the clouds in the sky, counting them one by one.

Wei Qing talked with Mrs. Wei for a while before returning to the study. When he entered the courtyard, Mrs. Wei was holding a knife in his hand, leaning on the bushes of the flower bed and falling asleep.

Wei Qing already knew Liu Che's decision, Mrs. and Mrs. Wei were going to Yumen Pass to prepare for the battle. Now Wei Qing looked at Mrs. Wei as a child, how could Wei Qing let Mrs. Wei go to Yumen Pass without worry?

Mrs. and Mrs. Wei knew that his father had returned when he heard Wei Qing's footsteps entering the hospital, but Wei bt pretended to be asleep, and wanted to see if his father could kindly cover him with some clothes.

Wei Qing walked up to Mrs. Wei, didn't cover Mrs. Wei, but stretched out her hand to push Mrs. Wei, and shouted, "My son."

Mrs. Wei closed her eyes not to "wake up", and wanted to see how Wei Qing would call him "wake up".

Wei Qing put more strength in his hand, and pushed Wei's husband again, "My son!"

The flower bed was not big, Wei Qing pushed Wei's wife into the flower bed directly.

Wei Qing saw Mrs. and Mrs. Wei fell upside down into the flower bed, stood in front of the flower bed with her hands behind her back, and said, "It's still early, how did you sleep?"

Wei Wei yelled in the flower bed, "Father, what are you like? Why do you have stabs?"

"There are thorns?" Wei Qing heard that Mrs. Wei's voice was not right, so she quickly stretched out her hand to push the bushes away for Mrs. Wei. With this movement, Wei Qing's own hand was stabbed by the thorns on the bushes.

Mrs. Wei crawled out of the flower bed by herself, "What is this?" He asked Wei Qing.

Wei Qing didn't know what kind of flowers and plants grew in this courtyard, he only knew that a small yellow flower bloomed in this shrub.

"Wipe!" Wei Wei looked at his hand, then extended it to Wei Qing, "Dad, it's swollen."

Wei Qing saw that Mrs. Wei's left hand was swollen like a steamed bun when he fell down, "Does it hurt?" Wei Qing regretted that he pushed his son, and asked hurriedly.

"You still grow biochemical weapons in your yard," Wei Wei said, looking at his hands.

"Biochemical what?" Wei Qing couldn't understand.

"Father, I need a doctor," Wei Wei said to Wei Qing at this time, "I think I may be poisoned.";

BT The Story of Picking Chrysanthemums in the Western Han Dynasty Volume 230 [-] I Don’t Want Country

The butler of Laifu invited Mrs. Wei for a doctor with a coffin face.

"Master Hou, how did you do this?" The doctor asked after looking at Mrs. Wei's hands.

"It's in the flower bed," Mrs. Wei blew air on his hands, and he still hasn't figured out what his father planted in that flower bed.

"Is it important?" Wei Qing asked the doctor with Mrs. Wei's sad eyes, this time it was his fault.

"The eldest son has a stab in his hand, just pull it out," the doctor saw that Mrs. Wei had no fever and no dizziness except for swollen hands, so he was sure that the eldest son of Wei's mansion should have no serious problems this time.

Mrs. Wei stretched out his hand and asked the doctor to pull out the stabs one by one. He was just unlucky. It seems that his father loved him so much. He didn't want to think about it in the future. He never had a chance with this thing in his previous life.

"Is this the knife you shot?" Wei Qing heard the doctor say that Mrs. Wei's injury this time is not a serious problem. After she was relieved, she pointed to the knife that Mrs. Wei had put on the ground and asked Mrs. Wei, "Bring it here." For me to see?"

"Yes," said Mrs. Wei, "Old