Si Jinxing opened the lid of the teapot on the desk and said:
"Hey, the tea hasn't been touched at all!
It seems that this tea is not to my uncle's taste, so I will take it away later!
It also saves me from leaving it here and bothering my uncle."
Seeing this, Lan Xiangan hurriedly snatched the teapot, holding it in his hand, and said:
"Xing'er, this isn't acceptable.
It's because this tea is so fragrant that my uncle usually doesn't want to drink it!"
Si Jinxing smiled and said obediently:
"Uncle San, you know, this tea is extremely difficult to make.
Apart from sending a can each to the Emperor and my grandfather, I only have some for you, my third uncle.
Xing'er is thinking about you so much, shouldn't you do Xing'er a small favor?"
Hearing this, Lan Xiangan glanced at the teapot, then looked up at his little niece who was blinking her big eyes.
Finally, he shook his head vigorously and said:
"No, no, uncle will never agree to this.
Xing'er, this is too dangerous. Your uncle can't let you take the risk, right?"
Upon hearing this, Si Jinxing's eyes turned slightly, she smiled and said:
"Third uncle, think about it, your niece's medical skills are praised by even the imperial doctors in the Imperial Hospital.
And on the battlefield, for those soldiers, catching a cold is the least of their worries!
If they fought desperately to kill the enemy but lost their arms and legs, wouldn't it be difficult for them to save their lives?
Even if they save their lives, they will be crippled for life. How will they make a living?
They are all our Longyin soldiers, so how can you let them take such risks?"
Lan Xiangan heard this and suddenly felt that it made sense.
There were many brothers on the battlefield whose hands and feet were chopped off by the enemy. Most of them died from excessive bleeding or pain.
There are few who can withstand the pain and survive, but they will feel ashamed of themselves and live a miserable life because of the broken arms and legs.
He had also heard what his little niece said about reattaching broken arms and legs.
Years ago, on the way back to Beijing from Fencheng, I passed by Xuzhou Prefecture and happened to meet the people there who were discussing building a Medicine King Fairy Temple for the Princess of Anping County.
His eldest brother sent people to investigate, and only then did they learn about the glorious deeds of his little niece.
Things like reattaching a broken leg and delivering a child by Caesarean section are simply unbelievable and a fantasy...
If this medical skill could really be used on the battlefield, that would be great!
The lives of those seriously injured soldiers were better protected, resulting in fewer soldiers being killed in battle.
This is a huge bait...
But, my little niece is a delicate little girl. How can she let her go to such a miserable place and suffer?
And risk losing your life?
If his mother and father knew about this, wouldn't they skin him alive?
Lan Xiangan hesitated and stood up from the chair behind the desk and walked around the room.
He thought for a long time, then waved his hand and refused:
“My uncle thinks this is not possible.
Xing'er, although you are a good doctor, you can't save many people by yourself.
Besides, you must have mentioned this matter to King Mo Ying first. He didn't dare to let you take the risk, so how could your uncle dare?
Listen to your uncle and wait patiently at home, and the Nine Hells will be fine!"
When Si Jinxing heard this, his expression changed immediately, and he snorted coldly and said:
"How could I be worried about Qi Moli!
I just feel that I have medical skills but nowhere to use them, so I just want to do my best.
Third uncle said so much, it's because he doesn't love me, humph, I will go to talk to third aunt later!"
As she spoke, she turned and was about to walk out.
Lan Xiangan saw this and hurriedly stopped the man and said:
"Hey, my dear, don't go look for your aunt.
Otherwise, I'll have to take her along too. With her temper, I'm afraid she'll be discovered right away!"
When Si Jinxing heard this, she was delighted, shaking Lan Xiangan's sleeves and cheering:
"Thank you, Third Uncle!
I know that my third uncle loves me the most! My third uncle is the best! "
It was the first time that Lan Xiangan had his sleeve pulled by Si Jinxing, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but curl up slightly.
He couldn't help but think of his little sister when he was young, who would pull his sleeves and act coquettishly with him, asking for candy.
He reached out his hand and tapped Si Jinxing's smooth forehead, saying angrily:
"You! There's really nothing I can do about you.
Although my uncle has agreed to this, he still wants to tell you a few things in advance.
This time when you go to the northwest, you will not set out with King Mo Ying's army, but will follow my carriage that is transporting grain and fodder northward.
We have three rules, I hope you will keep them in mind.
One, do not leave my side. Two, do not reveal your identity. Three, do not act on your own.
Can you possibly do these three things?"
Si Jinxing nodded heavily and said:
"The three things Uncle said were all to protect Xing'er. Xing'er naturally understands and will definitely not cause any trouble for Uncle!"
After she finished speaking, she whispered:
"Uncle, Qi Moli will depart from the Northwest Camp tomorrow. When can we leave?"
Lan Xiangan wanted to scold her for being a grown-up girl, but he couldn't bear to blame her, so he changed his words and said:
“I’m afraid the transportation of grain and grass won’t be quick.
The national treasury is now empty, and with many areas in Huaibei suffering from floods, it will take at least ten days to half a month to gather 100,000 dan of grain and fodder."
When Si Jinxing heard this, he began to think about it.
As the saying goes, when the country is in trouble, every citizen has a responsibility.
Well, it's mainly because she's selfish...
The emperor has so many officials under his wing. If they can't go to the border to fight the enemy, he should at least give them some money as a token of his appreciation, right?
It can be considered that they have contributed to the country!
Although the national treasury is empty, there are still many rich people in Jianzhou City!
We can't let Qi Moli fight over there on an empty stomach, right?
If you can't even eat enough, then what's the point of beating him? No, then why beating him with a stick?
When Si Jinxing returned to her own courtyard, as soon as she entered the door, she saw Qi Moli with a dark face, staring at her with extreme grievance:
"Hey, County Master, you still remember to come back? Look at what time it is now?
I'm almost like a wife-starving stone!"
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