The person who came to meet Sun Wen was Bai Ning.

Although Bai Ning was a martial artist recommended by Wei Ci, he began to accumulate combat achievements from the bottom of the military camp, and now he has become a leader.

He can be appointed as the person to receive Sun Wen, which shows that Jiang Pengji still trusts him.

"Military division -"

Bai Ning waited here every day. Today, he finally saw a figure on the horizon in the distance, and his nerves tightened immediately.

When they got close, the scouts confirmed that it was Sun Wen's men and horses, and hurried to meet them.

Sun Wen's face was a little blue and white, and his forehead was sweating. When he saw Bai Ning, his heart was relaxed.

"Where is the Lord now?"

Sun Wen stepped down on the sedan chair and found that his legs were weak, and his shirt was wet with sweat. He couldn't help but show a wisp of bitter smile.

I'm too old to be frightened.

After this confrontation, his heart was directly mentioned to his throat, and he was sweating all over. At this time, he fell safely.

"The Lord is discussing in the camp." Seeing his bad complexion, Bai Ning said, "why don't the military master go down and have a rest for a while, your complexion..."

Sun Wenwen is an old man who is about to run for five. Even if he eats black sesame for health preservation every day, most of his hair is gray, and the traces representing years on his face are getting deeper and deeper. After a shock, his face was like gold paper. He looked very scary, as if he would faint the next second.

"No, I can hold on. The general doesn't need to be so careful."

Sun Wen slowed down for a while, and his soft legs recovered their strength.

Looking at the familiar flags floating over the camp, the mood known as "stability" gradually surged from the bottom of my heart.

Sun Wen took a deep breath, shook his long sleeve and returned to his usual appearance.

"Grandpa -"

Before entering the handsome tent, Sun Wen heard his grandson Lan Lan's voice and looked at it. He found that his blackened grandson showed his face to himself.

"Why are you here?"

Sun Wenmei frowned. Although he doted on his grandson, he could also distinguish the occasion.

This is a military camp. Too much doting and care is definitely not love but harm for sun LAN.

Sun LAN came forward to salute Sun Wen and Bai Ning and said with a smile, "my grandson is on duty here."

Because of their age, both sun LAN and Feng Yi were left by Jiang Pengji to deal with trivial affairs.

Although they are trivial things, they can also train people and let the two little gentlemen who grew up in honeypots get into contact with the battlefield.

Sun Wenhu said with a face, "there are no grandparents and grandchildren here. Only Shangfeng subordinates are left!"

As soon as sun Lan's small face collapsed, Wei Quba gave a cry.

"What's in your arms?" Sun Wen asked him.

Sun Lan said, "I just sorted out the military affairs to be sent to the Lord for review."

Sun Wen took a swipe at the corners of his mouth and restrained his impulse to fry chestnuts with sugar on his forehead for a long time.

"Not yet!" Sun Wendao said, "since it's military affairs, no matter how urgent or slow, sun Wendao must say," can the pillars be ministers? Can the pillars be ministers? They're not cabbage sold on the street. Lan Lan is still far from the child! "

Berning smiled and didn't speak.

The two entered the camp one after another. Jiang Pengji was indeed in a meeting to discuss.

Sun LAN is sitting in the corner listening carefully, while Fengzhen's son Fengyi is sitting in the corner behind Jiang Pengji, buried in recording something.

Fengyi is recording the contents of the meeting, such as what someone said, without asking for a word, but she can't deviate from her original intention.

Sun Wen came forward to salute, "I'm glad to meet the Lord. I didn't disgrace my life and returned with important evidence."

Jiang Pengji naturally remembered why Sun Wen sent envoy Nie Ying and hurriedly said, "what's the result?"

Sun Wen took out a small bag of medicine residue and said, "according to the minister's many investigations, Nie Liang's body is at the end of a powerful crossbow. He eats less than half of ordinary people at three meals a day. In addition, he must drink a bowl of medicine at each meal... This is the residue after cooking medicine."

How much is half of ordinary people?

Ordinary men eat one and a half to two kilograms a day. The elite of the military camp eat more to ensure the nutritional needs of the body.

According to the standards of the audience in the live broadcasting room, so many meals are enough. However, most of the military barracks use wheat rice to satisfy their hunger, and there are few side dishes. Therefore, the proportion of staple food is high. According to Nie Liang's eating standard, even if he is healthy, he will be dragged out of trouble.

Of all the people in the camp, only Wei Ci was proficient in pharmacology.

He took the medicine residue from Sun Wen, sniffed it first, and then twisted it a little into his mouth.

Weici is weak and sick. He can't live without medicine juice. After growing up, in order to take good care of his body, he also needs traditional Chinese medicine.

His tongue is very sharp. He can know which medicine is in the residue with a little taste.

Wei CI borrowed pen and ink to copy the medicine in the medicine residue and handed it to the people for reading.

"The medicine is ferocious and the dosage is extremely heavy. If you take it several times to cure a disease, it's enough. Zadao said that it's like this all at once. It's mostly because of strong medicine." Wei CI calmly said, "from this point of view, Nie Liang's body is not optimistic -"

Qi guanrang didn't understand pharmacology, but he knew that there were several drugs in it that would not appear in the conventional prescription because the drug was too fierce.

Once the doctor prescribes these drugs, Qi Guan knows what it means.

"Zixiao, in your opinion, how long will Nie Liang live?"

Jiang Pengji glanced at the paper and put it aside.

Wei CI said, "half a year! It needs to be supplemented by rest. Don't think too much. Don't be happy and angry, otherwise..."

"Don't think too much. Don't be overjoyed and angry?" Jiang Pengji thin lips please hook, smiled and said, "it seems a little difficult."

Weici pursed his lips and said nothing.

[oh Christmas]: I've confirmed that I can't provoke people~~~

[painter]: sinister face. The anchor told others that she wanted to make Nie Liangduo think more and be very happy and angry.

[Tong Meng]: anger is enough. Great joy is impossible. Where can the anchor be so kind and make him "great joy"?

Looking at this scene, many salted fish have the illusion of "helping the tyrant".

[blue drawer]: every time I see the host smiling, I suspect that she is actually a villain and doesn't leave a way for the protagonist.

[Shen Jia]: shivering, how pathetic the protagonist is when he meets such a villain boss? Customs clearance is impossible. It is impossible to pass customs in this life. I can't break through the barrier. I can only live by lying on the corpse and holding the anchor's thigh. Seeing the anchor is like seeing Grandpa. He is hanged as his grandson every day. He likes the anchor very much. In a word - you can't win with crystal on your back!