Kneeling for a Monthly Ticket: Accept Nansheng, Kill Anxi 45

Wind chill can be fatal if it gets serious.

It would be ridiculous if Jiang Ji didn't die at the hands of the dead, but was taken away by a wind and cold.

Yan Lin frowned lightly.

"Don't Zhengze feel that the wind and cold came too soon?"

The burgeoning conflict was instantly transferred, and as long as Jiang Ji handled it properly, the matter would be over.

Yang Tao said, "Several doctors have consulted, and she can still pretend to be sick in full view? Who wouldn't drink some medicine all year round for a minor illness."

Yan Lin shook his head.

"Any ordinary things are placed on this person, and it always feels a little unnatural."

As Yang Tao complained, the hundred dead did not cause her the slightest harm, but fell ill that night with a cold?

Yang Tao laughed and said, "Shaoyang was bitten by a snake for ten years and was afraid of well ropes. How could Liu Lanting be such a demon? Don't worry, she is also human."

Yan Lin rubbed the center of his brows, and whispered, "Perhaps Lin is really thinking too much."

"It's not unreasonable for Shaoyang to be so suspicious. Liu Lanting was ambushed in the daytime, and the news of falling ill came the next day. Fenzhou Nan's knew it, and most of them would think it was a trick that everyone wanted to cover up? Catch it, Nan's death is not wronged."

After hearing this, Yan Lin couldn't help but look sideways at his little friend.

Okay, this analysis actually has the same thing.

"Regardless of whether Liu Xi is really sick or pretending to be sick, Nan's side may be completely ruined." Yan Lin whispered, "Back then Liu Xi pretended to be seriously ill and led troops to raid Huang Song's rear. Now he is sick again and lures snakes out of the cave, making Nan You dug your own grave. What a coincidence..."

Yang Tao couldn't help but said, "Why does Shaoyang call him by his first name in private?"

Yan Lin said, "It's not just Lin alone."

Qian Su and several old ministers who were friendly to Yang Tao called him "Liu Gong" in person, but they still called him "Liu Xi" in private.

for what?

It's not because of Yang Tao's anger.

It's just a title, as long as Yan Lin and the others don't feel disobedient, Jiang Ji can't care about it either.

Yang Tao said, "Oh, I'm not worried about you? Sometimes Liu Lanting is broad-minded, but sometimes she is narrower than the eye of a needle."

Yan Lin's heart warmed, and he said with a smile, "Lin will be careful about this matter, and she will definitely not let her have a chance to make trouble."

Whether it was before or now, Yan Lin's interests are tied to Yang Tao's.

Jiang Ji moved Yan Lin to weaken Yang Tao in disguise, Yan Lin would not allow this to happen.

At the same time, Wei Ci, who unilaterally "cold war" with Jiang Ji all night, blew the boiled medicine to cool down,

Put it in front of her.

Jiang Ji sniffed the smell of traditional Chinese medicine and couldn't help the bitterness at the base of her tongue, but she couldn't have an attack, so she could only drink it all in one go while pinching her nose.

"Ahem...how many Coptis chinensis did the doctor put, it's killing me..."

Wei Ci said, "There is no coptis in the medicine."

Jiang Ji said, "It's also very bitter, the root of the tongue is bitter, don't believe me, try it?"

She pointed to her lips, Wei Ci couldn't help turning her head away.

Old Siji's "taste" is naturally not to taste the dregs of medicine, Wei Ci knows it well.

"I'm sick, and you don't give me a good face, so sad."

Jiang Ji drooped her head, accusing Wei Ci in a hoarse voice, trying to expose the matter.

Wei Ci sighed, with a bit of helplessness in his tone.

"The lord is really sick?"

Jiang Ji: "..."

Wei Ci said, "You forgot that Ci has been with you in your previous life for more than twenty years. Whether you are really sick or pretending to be sick, outsiders don't know, doctors and medical officials don't know, but Ci, as your bedside person, knows it. My lord, could it be Do you want Ci to ignore what happened yesterday by pretending to be sick?"

"Oh!"

Jiang Ji couldn't help pulling up the quilt to cover her head.

She said sullenly, "I didn't pretend to be sick to fool you..."

Wei Ci said, "Your lord, you want to say that there are rumors about the wind and cold, so as to mislead the Fenzhou Nan family? To lure the snake out of the cave?"

With such a coincidence of illness, it is very likely that the Nan family misunderstood that Jiang Ji was really dead or seriously injured. In order not to cause panic, she used the illness as a cover-up. When Jiang Ji returned last night, it was dark and there were hardly any people along the road. Except for a few confidantes, no one else knew that Jiang Ji had become the hands-off shopkeeper yesterday. As long as the news is blocked in time, there is a high possibility that the Nan family will be deceived.

But Wei Ci dared to use her head as a guarantee, this is definitely not the main reason for her pretending to be sick. Others think carefully before acting, but she thinks about how to make up for the loopholes after she acts, and she can deceive everyone's judgment and create a thoughtful and treacherous image.

The back road was blocked by Wei Ci, Jiang Ji naturally had nothing to say.

Wei Ci said, "Ci said this, not to accuse the lord of anything, but to hope that the lord knows Ci's attitude towards this matter... No, it should be said about his attitude towards similar incidents. Back then, His Majesty disregarded himself and repeatedly took risks with his own life. Although it was also for the peace of the court and the elimination of the night, the sacrifice was too great. In the end, His Majesty just reached the age of knowing his destiny, and he controlled the sky. At that time, Ci Wei had the courage to stop the advice, and it is still a pity. In this life, since the lord has given Ci courage, some words can’t be kept in my heart, it’s okay to say it.”

Jiang Ji was silent for a long time, blinking and looking at him sincerely.

"I change."

Wei Ci's expression softened slightly, "My lord, you don't need to make any promises to Ci, no one can restrain you except your lord."

Jiang Ji: "..."

If she knew that her fate would be like this, she would think about it for a while before doing things.

"Ci dare to say one more thing, you are the master, the backbone of us, and the master of the world in the future. Your life and death are not only your own business, but also related to the fate of countless people in the world." Wei Ci said, "On the battlefield In fact, you are not required to be more able to charge forward than generals, nor are you required to be more resourceful than counselors. These things are icing on the cake, but nothing is harmless. For us, the safety of the lord is a panacea that is more miraculous than any reassurance. Can you understand?"

Jiang Ji remembered what the old chief said last night, and naturally understood what he meant.

Different positions, different roles, different behaviors, words and deeds.

Everyone can bear with her being such a vassal, but if her status goes further in the future but she doesn't correct it, sooner or later she will be divorced from her virtue.

Jiang Ji thinks that she has changed a lot, restrained herself, and greatly reduced the frequency of surfing the battlefield, but in the eyes of Wei Ci and others, she still did not do enough. A master who is good at fighting is certainly good, but how can his subordinates feel at ease if he falls into a dangerous situation at will due to his superior military strength?

No one in this world can hurt her, but what about the Federation?

Marshals, princes and emperors have some aspects in common.

Seeing that she was silent, Wei Ci softened his voice and said, "Ci is not acting boldly, let alone arrogating to restrain the lord..."

Jiang Ji said, "I understand, I was immature before, it was my fault, you were just speaking out and admonishing me."

Relying on force to "do evil", no matter how powerful you are, you can only be a knife instead of the person holding the knife.