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Chapter 8 Henggoma is going (6)(1/2)

When General Qin rushed back to his house, it was already dinner time.

The supper was served on the table by Mrs. Zhao, Xiaomei and Aunt Chun.

Bai Sang also wanted to help, but when Aunt Chun saw her clean white skirt, she decisively drove her out of the kitchen.

I heard that this is the general's wife, so I cannot neglect it.

Even if it is not, it will be very distressing if the white skirt is dirty.

These days, clothes are expensive.

After General Qin returned to his house, he saw his mother stopping forward with a plate of dishes from afar.

He stepped forward quickly and knelt down at Old Mrs. Zhao.

Seeing this, Bai Sang knew that this should be General Qin.

It was the man who needed to fall under her pomegranate skirt.

She got up from the stone bench and followed slowly.

Old Mrs. Zhao and her son were hugging their heads and crying, making the eyes of the people around them turn red.

Bai Sang leaned on the corridor column, playing with a lock of his hair in his hand.

He is worthy of being a man in the military camp, tall and strong, and has a very upright appearance.

But, the smell on the body...

"General Qin."

Bai Sang took a step forward and pulled General Qin away from his mother's side.

General Qin was very angry, but then shocked.

He didn't look very fat, but his body was covered with lumps of flesh. This weight was definitely not something that ordinary people could pull it casually.

"Miss Little White, what's wrong?"

Old Mrs. Zhao didn't expect so much, but she knew that Bai Sang was not the kind of person who was unruly.

"Where did the incense on General Qin come from?"

General Qin's name is Qin Xiang. He is a big man, so how could he use any fragrance?

He was about to subconsciously refute, but he remembered that some time ago, the military doctor gave him a sachet that was said to be able to prevent minor poisons.

I may be too tired recently, my brain is getting worse and worse, and my reaction speed is much slower.

Qin Xiang took out a coarse cloth sachet from his arms.

"This was given to me by the Chinese military doctor in our army, and it said it can relieve mild poison."

Bai Mang's nose moved slightly, smelled the smell in the air, and then sneered.

Detoxify?

It's almost the same to release slight poison.

Qin Xiang felt a flash in front of him, and a slender white hand took the sachet away from his hands.

"The girl has extraordinary skills."

He couldn't help but exclaim.

Bai Sang almost covered his sachet with a look on his face.

Thanks to the former junior sister for telling her a series of knowledge points that she was afraid of being lonely.

However, considering that this person is her mission goal, Bai Sang held back.

"Licorice, honeysuckle, wild chrysanthemum, cinnamon..."

Bai Sang moved his fingers and opened the sachet, and began to identify the medicinal materials in it one by one.

Old Mrs. Zhao was confused when she heard this, and Qin Xiang didn't know what was going on.

"These two are used to detoxify, but when combined, they can only stimulate the toxicity between each other."

Bai Sang pointed at two of them and said.

"And these things are all the only one thing to put together."

“That’s poisonous.”

Bai Sang looked serious and stretched out his hand at Qin Xiang.

"Try me to try my pulse."

"Miss Xiaobai, can you still take your pulse?"

When Mrs. Zhao heard that her son's sachet was poisonous, she suddenly felt her heart sucked.

This little white girl knows a lot.

I don't know whether to care about it or not.

"Grandma, don't underestimate me."

Bai Sang smiled at her, then reached out and put his hand on Qin Xiang's wrist.

After a moment.

"It's nothing serious, let's have a meal first."

If Mrs. Zhao knew her son’s current situation, she would be spurted out with blood.

What a shit mission, how can you bow down when you are almost dead?

Old Mrs. Zhao looked at her son while eating, feeling very satisfied.

Although I was much darker and a little tired, my son was still alive.

Seeing that General Qin did not dislike her, Xiaomei asked her about her situation very kindly, and immediately ranked General Qin's position at the second place.

No one can surpass grandma and fairy sister.

After dinner, after Mrs. Zhao returned to her room to rest, Qin Xiang appeared outside Bai Sang's room.

"Miss Little White, can you talk with me?"

Bai Sang went out with an expressionless face.

"Miss White is Miss White, let's forget about the little white girl."

She muttered and followed Qin Xiang into the study.

“Why?”

Qin Xiang was puzzled.

"Xiaobai Xiaobai, doesn't it sound like a dog?"

Bai Sang wanted to fool Qin Xiang's face.

Qin Xiang then remembered that there were also a few wild dogs in the military camp, one of which was white, and it seemed to be called Xiaobai...

"Sorry, I didn't think of this."

Qin Xiang admitted his mistake with a good attitude.

After all, you may have to use Xiaobai later. No, Miss Bai, you can't offend him anymore.

"Miss Bai, after taking the pulse before the meal, are there any words that have not been finished?"

Qin Xiang is not stupid to be able to go from an ordinary big-headed soldier to the position of general.

"I wonder if General Qin has been tired and powerless recently, and his memory has decreased, just like he feels his body is hollowed out?"

Bai Sang asked seriously.

Qin Xiang:...

I don't know why, but I always feel that this sounds a bit wrong.

“It’s true.”

It sounds wrong, but the symptoms are quite right.

"That's right. Fortunately, you met me today. Otherwise, in less than seven days, grandma would have to send a white-haired person to a black-haired person."

Bai Sang slapped his thighs suddenly, and the crisp sound made Qin Xiang feel a little painful.

It's really hard to do it.

"Tell you the truth, I can only solve your poison. If it were someone else," Bai Sang waved his hand with a deep face, "It doesn't work at all."

This deep expression and Bai Sanna's playful appearance make her look like a liar.

Qin Xiang reached out and touched his face.

He is only twenty-eight or nine years old now, with a good appearance, beautiful eyebrows and a good brain.

Recently, my appearance and IQ have declined.
To be continued...
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