Jian Qiao: “…………”
Xiao Rong didn't quite understand the process, so he asked Jian Qiao directly, "How were the spoils divided in the past?"
Looking at Xiao Rong, Jian Qiao said silently: "The king will choose first, then the generals will choose, and finally Mr. Gao will collect all the things left for the army. The remaining treasures will be distributed to the armies of the generals and let them deal with them as they wish."
Xiao Rong nodded in enlightenment: "Then let's do it this way. The Xianbei treasury will be stored separately. These are the pensions for the dead and disabled soldiers. The grain will be moved out and added to the Zhenbei Army's granary. Did the king say when to attack Shuofang?"
Jian Qiao: “Two days later.”
Xiao Rong: “…”
He muttered, "So soon, forget it. Anyway, we don't have all the people here yet. Instruct the cooks in the army to stop controlling the daily consumption these two days and make sure everyone is well fed. As for the celebration banquet... let's talk about it on the day of our triumphant return."
Drinking is required at the celebration banquet, but the soldiers will be sent out again in two days, so of course they cannot be given alcohol.
Xiao Rong continued to talk to Jian Qiao about the follow-up matters, and at this time, Qu Yunmie suddenly came over, holding the fake magic herb that Xiao Rong used to fool him.
He walked up to Xiao Rong and asked him in confusion, "Arong, why do I feel a little wilted when I look at this magical herb?"
Xiao Rong's throat suddenly became stuck.
“…”
He turned his head and stared at the box for a while, then his expression slowly changed.
He said in annoyance, "Oh no! Could this magical herb really have some magical power? It was born because of the Xianbei Murong tribe, and now that it knows that the Murong tribe has perished, it wants to die with them too?"
Xiao Rong looked at Qu Yunmie in shock, as if he really thought so.
Qu Yunmie: “…………”
Qu Yunmie's expression became visibly angry. He might have realized that Xiao Rong was lying to him.
But what could he do? Murong Yan was dead, and Xiao Rong knew everything except magic, so he naturally couldn't summon a spirit.
Qu Yunmie was extremely angry, but he could not scold, hit, or punish Xiao Rong. In the end, he could only angrily say to Xiao Rong: "Then you drink it today!"
Xiao Rong looked at the god... ahem, weeds. He blinked a few times quickly and said, "Okay."
He had been prepared for this before, so the grass is not poisonous.
Unexpectedly, even this couldn't calm him down. Qu Yunmie's expression was extremely aggrieved. And Xiao Rong actually asked Jian Qiao to find someone to boil the grass into medicine. Jian Qiao looked at them both in confusion, and finally left with the box.
Xiao Rong's attitude made Qu Yunmie even angrier. He didn't take it seriously at first, but now he was in a dilemma. He had to stare at Xiao Rong and drink a bowl of wine.
I don't understand what they are still holding on to at this point. Anyway, one of them has discovered it, and the other has also discovered that the other has discovered it. …
But no one was willing to give in, and soon, Jian Qiao came back with a bowl of grass soup of an extremely strange color. Even from a distance, Xiao Rong could smell the bitter and stinky odor in it.
It is not poisonous, but the reason why this grass has not been called a wild vegetable for so many years shows how unpalatable it is.
Xiao Rong took the bowl of green and gray soup, and after a moment of silence, he looked at Qu Yunmie.
The latter also looked at the bowl of soup a little nervously, but when he saw Xiao Rong looking at him, he immediately made a sarcastic expression.
Xiao Rong: “…”
Qu Yunmie thought that at this point Xiao Rong would admit defeat, but the next second, Xiao Rong tilted his neck back and poured the soup into his mouth.
Qu Yunmie was startled, and immediately stood up and knocked over the bowl in his hand. He angrily shouted, "You really drink it!"
Xiao Rong's face was twisted with bitterness, and he didn't know why the grass grew under the nourishment of cow dung and had such a strong smell after being cooked?
His voice became weak: "Didn't the king tell me to drink it..."
Qu Yunmie: "You drank when I told you to?! When did you become so obedient!"
Xiao Rong wiped his mouth and picked up the tea beside him: "When you do something wrong, you naturally have to be more obedient."
Qu Yunmie: “…”
He was furious: "I said, I must get the magic grass!"
Xiao Rong: "I also said that the magic grass has no effect on me."
Qu Yunmie: "Then tell me, what exactly works for you?!"
Xiao Rong raised his head and opened his mouth, but after hesitating for a moment, he closed his mouth again.
After a pause, Xiao Rong said, "Time." Qu Yunmie was stunned.
Xiao Rong pursed his lips and spoke again: "Over time, my body will slowly get better. This is not a lie. I just need time."
Qu Yunmie looked at him, but he was not as easy to fool as before: "So how much time do you have now?"
Xiao Rong smiled and gestured to Qu Yunmie: "Compared to before, there are a lot more."
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