Song Beiyun became ill and developed symptoms of high fever and chills. The long-term high pressure suddenly released. The collapse of the last line of defense made Xiao Song lie down directly.

The shouts of fighting and killing outside the city were all formed into a film. He could probably guess how the battle was, but he could no longer get up.

I took some antibiotics and drank a large bowl of broth and became sweaty, but the symptoms of weakness did not improve.

Miaoyan was by his side to take care of him. It was funny and heartbroken to see him looking dead. What was funny is that Song Gou had such a day, and what was sad was that his illness was because he had been doing things that exceeded his abilities these days.

"I'm going to die." Song Beiyun held Miaoyan's hand: "I have a regret, but I didn't feel happy with Miss Chicken King."

"Just say this to you, you will never die." Miaoyan shook his hand away, took off the wet cloth strip from his forehead and changed it to it: "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and sleep for a while, I'll get a chicken to make you sweat."

Song Beiyun shouted oh, looking extremely painful, holding Miaoyan's hand tightly and refused to let go.

"Oh! Are you upset? Getting sick is like dying. Isn't it just a cold or fever?" Miaoyan was so helpless by him: "You have hurt me! With your strength, you have lived longer than me. Do you want to tell me again that you are almost out of reach and make you feel good?"

"No." Song Beiyun narrowed his eyes and said, "Do you want to try a red iron rod?"

"Get out!"

Miaoyan shook Song Beiyun's hand and walked out straight. After she left, Xiaoyu walked in mysteriously and came to Song Beiyun with a jar in her hand.

"Mr. Song, I have a folk remedy in my hometown. Do you want to try it?"

"What folk remedy?" Song Beiyun looked at the jar in Xiaoyu's hand curiously: "It's not a herb, stone, or something?"

"No." Xiaoyu looked around: "It is said that as long as someone's new wife dies, she will dig it out and burn it into ashes and boil it into water, and three bowls of water will be boiled into one bowl. After drinking it, it will cure all diseases."

"Go to death!"

Song Beiyun's face turned green at that time. When he heard Xiaoyu say this, he immediately knew what was in the jar, and he also heard that he wanted to use this thing to boil water for himself...

Ignorance! Really ignorant! How could this folk remedy exist? And...

"you……"

"Well, I found a tomb almost the same after asking for a long time. I took it out and burned it to ashes when the family was unprepared. I pounded it and planned to make it soaked in water for the adults."

Song Beiyun retching for a while... He turned his body and stopped paying attention to Xiaoyu, but Xiaoyu seemed to be resolute: "Sir Song, let's try it. Many people in my hometown have tried it, and most of them will be fine in a few days."

"What's wrong?"

"Dead."

After Xiaoyu finished speaking, she was afraid that Song Beiyun would misunderstand, so she quickly explained: "If you only die if you are seriously ill, this medicine must be useful. The mild symptoms can be cured soon."

Nonsense! Mild symptoms can heal themselves without curing them. What folk remedy is this? If Song Beiyun knew which barefoot doctor prescribed, he would hang the doctor on the city gate and dry it, soak it in formaldehyde and turn it into a mummy and seal it in rosin to warn offspring.

Just as Xiaoyu was trying to persuade him, the manniu suddenly rushed in with a jar: "Master! I'm looking for medicine for you!"

His voice was loud, which made Song Beiyun's head buzz. After Xiao Song looked back at him, he asked in surprise: "Are you two fellow countrymen?"

"That's definitely not. This medicine is a treasure! It is said that as long as someone's new husband dies, he will dig it out and burn it into ashes and boil it into water, and three bowls of water will be boiled into one bowl. After drinking it, he will cure all diseases."

Question marks slowly emerged in Xiaoyu and Song Beiyun's eyes, and the manniu said proudly: "I took a fancy to the almost-small grave, and took someone to dig it up, took out the dead ghosts inside and burned them to ashes, smashed them and planned to soak them in water for Dashuai."

"Enough!" Song Beiyun suddenly sat up from the bed, suppressed his headache and angrily said, "You can do it! Can this thing be matched with the right thing?"

"Master, please try..."

"Yes, Lord Song, you try mine first."

"No!" Song Beiyun opened his throat: "Help! Miaoyan helps!"

Miaoyan hurried over. After hearing that the two of them were going to treat Song Beiyun with that kind of folk remedy, she almost laughed like a sudden death new wife. In the end, she couldn't laugh anymore and could only lean on Song Beiyun and gasped...

"Your right-hand men are really considerate. Just drink it and don't let the child's heart be cold."

"Come on too!" Song Beiyun fell on the bed dejectedly: "Don't press me... I can't breathe."

This feeling is really uncomfortable, just like a wild cat who has been fed in the community for several months, and after the spring flowers bloom, I picked up rats and toad snakes every day.

It’s hard to blame them, it’s hard to say, they are kind-hearted. After all, this thing is a magical medicine in their cognition, and it’s very difficult to make, and it even takes the risk of hurting the world. But... Isn’t anyone really going to eat the dead rats brought by wild cats, right?

"Okay, you keep this medicine for you, Lord Song, and then feed it to him next time. He didn't have the strength to resist at that time." Miaoyan stood up and said, "He doesn't need to do it now. You can go and rest first. You have been exhausted these days."

When Song Beiyun heard Miaoyan helping him to relieve him, he breathed a sigh of relief. He turned his face to look at the two people in front of him: "How is the battle outside?"

"Dingguo Duke divided his troops into three groups, surrounding Chen's security department, and is now fighting rabbits."

Song Beiyun sighed silently: "The boss is the boss, I can't do it."

"Master, stop making trouble. If you can't do it, there are not many people in the world." Na Manniu rubbed his nose and said, "From top to bottom, no one said that Master, you can't do it. People want to die when they fight. Even if you are always concerned about your brothers' lives in war, everyone is thinking about your affection."

"If it doesn't work, it doesn't work. What's there to brag about?" Song Beiyun shook his head and said, "Okay, okay, I'll sleep for a while, you guys go and rest first."

Song Beiyun was really tired. He held Miaoyan's hand and fell asleep in a drowsy way. He didn't even wake up even when Duke Ding entered the city. In the end, Duke Ding himself ran over to see him, the little bastard.

Seeing Song Beiyun with a pale face on the sickbed, Duke Ding Guo didn't know what to say, but Miaoyan woke him up. He slowly opened his eyes, looked at Duke Ding weakly, and then immediately got up.

"You are so lying down." Duke Ding held his hands behind his back: "You are young, but not as old as me."

"Ding Guo Duke is fierce and fierce, and he is always fighting for many years, so he is incomparable, but he has done his best to wait until the Duke arrives before he dares to fall ill." Miaoyan explained softly from the side: "It's really not easy."

"Oh..." Duke Ding took the chair and sat on his head: "Stop pretending, I don't know your little thoughts yet. We are a martial artist, and you can hear the breath as soon as you hear it. Your breath is very well-proportioned and full of energy, so it's fine to pretend in front of others."

"Oh, you said it earlier." Song Beiyun sat up from the bed: "The wind and cold are real, but it's not that heavy. I've been cured a lot after taking some medicine."

Duke Ding looked at Song Beiyun and chuckled: "You can, boy, you can seize three heavy cities in a row, and even hit more than 100,000 people alone. What reward do you plan to get after you go back?"

"Ah?" Song Beiyun was silent for a while: "Destroy the Censorate."

"Ha?" Duke Ding was stunned, but he quickly reacted. He pointed at Song Beiyun and laughed: "With you, there is really a master and a disciple. The prince demolished the Censorate."

"Mr., I won't tell you that it's false. Who of us is with whom, right? That..."

When Duke Ding mentioned this, he looked at the beautiful Miyan next to him, and his eyes immediately glared: "Who is with you?"

Song Beiyun: "???"

This person...why can you turn against me? It's not right for the old man. If you put this on someone else's side, Song Beiyun will be hated by Song Beiyun. But the old man is Zuo Rou's father after all, so there is nothing he can do, right?

"Dude..."

"Stop talking nonsense, say it quickly."

Song Beiyun scratched his head and continued to say: "Look, if I have too much credit for my age, my qualifications and credit, will I be unable to reward me? What should I do after that? Should I just kill it with one knife and save trouble?"

"You can also sit in the position of the Privy Councilor."

"Don't make trouble." Song Beiyun waved his hand and said, "You can sit in the position of the Privy Councilor, Duke Anguo, Duke Sheng, I can't sit. Except for you, Duke Anguo, whoever sits in the seat will die. Now Duke Anguo was sent to Dazhou due to a corruption case. Duke Sheng died of illness last year. Only one Duke Dingguo can be called Duke."

This flattery made Duke Ding feel relieved, but he didn't give Song Beiyun a good look at all: "Don't say this, tell me quickly what you should do in the future."

Song Beiyun pondered for a moment: "It may be a bit ruthless, so please don't blame Duke Ding."

"explain."

"This army was planned by King Kang, but I asked Duke Ding to make the decision on his behalf, pardoned King Kang's crimes and treated him with kindness and righteousness. As long as the rebel soldiers surrendered and did not blame him, they would instead surrender in front of the battlefield. The soldiers who came out of Nanchang before must be rewarded." Song Beiyun said in a deep voice: "Duke Ding..."

"Everything else is easy to say, but why should King Kang treat him kindly and righteously? Rebellion is not enough to die?"

"Oh..." Song Beiyun shook his head gently: "Save some face to the Old Zhao family, do you understand what I mean?"

Duke Ding's head buzzed and exploded. If it weren't for Song Beiyun, he wouldn't have thought of this. Now that the situation is changing suddenly, the Zhao family is the most unstable seed. The two Zhao families are fighting openly and secretly, and they may not be able to make the feng shui take turns one day. The meaning of leaving King Kang is that it may be able to protect the lives of the whole family in the future.

"Little bastard, don't study hard, and think about some intrigue all day long!"

"Oh... Duke, you..."
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