The door creaked open and Shangguan Ruoli walked out.

Rong Chuan ran over quickly and asked anxiously: "Auntie, how is my elder brother?"

Shangguan Ruoli comforted him: "The wounds have been treated and the bleeding has stopped, but he lost too much blood and will probably not wake up until night."

When Rong Chuan heard this, his mind and body relaxed, his eyes became dizzy, and he collapsed.

Dongming Ziyu stepped forward, caught him, carried him into another room, and put him on the bed covered with white sheets.

Shangguan Ruoli stepped forward to check, "He is too nervous, plus he is tired and hungry. He will be fine after a short rest."

Dongming Ziyu took off the water hyacinth from his waist and fed him some spiritual spring water, "Let him have a good sleep, make some food for them, and let them have a good rest. Maybe there will be guests visiting in the evening."

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When Shangguan Ruoli heard this, his expression became serious and he said: "Okay."

Mrs. Qian has already arranged for her daughter-in-law, and her granddaughter is cooking for the guards. The water tanks at home are mixed with spiritual spring water, and even the white porridge is fragrant.

Seeing Shangguan Ruoli's serious expression, Mrs. Qian put down her spoon and asked, "What's wrong?"

Shangguan Ruoli said: "In the evening, the old and weak, women and children all go to the school to stay. The eldest son and the second son of King Chen are both here. Father Wu Lang feels that there must be assassins coming to kill them."

Mrs. Qian's face turned pale, she panicked a little, and said hurriedly: "I'm going to inform them now."

Shangguan Ruoli grabbed her and said, "They don't dare to come in broad daylight. Let Rongchuan's guards eat and drink first. They are all experts. We will have to rely on their efforts when the time comes."

When Mrs. Qian heard this, she hurriedly added two more spoonfuls of rice to the porridge pot and a few more mixed-noodle steamed buns to the basket.

Nowadays, food is becoming more and more expensive, and we are living the days of counting rice grains to put into the pot. Fortunately, we are close to the mountains. The vegetation here will not wither in winter, and we can also find some wild vegetables from the mountains to mix with them.

After the houses of each family were repaired, the original big kang in the public house was demolished and became a place for collective activities and storage of collective materials for the school and the villagers.

Every night Dongming Ziyu gives everyone a literacy class in the school, and then habitually summarizes the day's events and arranges things for tomorrow.

The seats and benches are put together to form beds, and some people make bunks on the floor, so that those who have no fighting ability can sleep on them.

The rest of the combat-effective people were busy on alert, heating water to prepare to scald the enemy, nailing bamboo arrows in the ditch under the stone wall, applying poison to the iron nails on the stone wall, sharpening knives and hoes...

Of course, as the guard commander of the jade mine, Tan Boxuan also brought people to protect Rongchuan and Rongqian.

Dongming Ziyu added Lingquan water to the porridge and soup in the evening to keep everyone in the best condition. Everyone stayed in groups to keep vigil, patrol and rest as they did on the road to escape.

When he was young, Rong Qian woke up and was out of danger. He drank porridge, took medicine, and fell asleep again.

When it was ugly, a scream came from the wall in the back mountain direction.

Dongming Ziyu and Qin Boxuan rushed over with their men, only to see two men in black falling into the ditch. Their bodies were pierced by the bamboo nails underneath, and they were poisoned by the nails on the wall.

Completely incapacitated, like a prey caught in a trap, waiting to be slaughtered.

This was the first time that Tan Boxuan entered Dongzhou's house, and for the first time he saw the defensive wisdom of this group. High stone walls, iron nails on the top of the walls, trenches under the walls, sharp bamboo nails in the trenches, patrols in groups

, way of warning...

All the defenses are almost perfect under the existing conditions, and they are so cruel and fierce that once it comes, there is almost no chance of survival.

All day long, he watched Dongming Ziyu with cold eyes as if he were a king, calm and calm, with a sure chance of victory, ordering the villagers to defend themselves, how to attack an assassin who broke in, how to attack several assassins, how to fight a group of assassins...

Not only can it be both offensive and defensive, it can also kill the enemy to the greatest extent and reduce the casualties of comrades. It is actually a bit more sophisticated than the formation of troops on the battlefield.

This Dongming Ziyu is not simple! Too simple! A natural-born general!

Rong Chuan followed the whole process, looking at the two assassins with cold eyes and tight faces.

Dongming Ziyu asked him: "Do we need to bring him up for interrogation? Otherwise, they will all die."

Rong Chuan pursed his lips and nodded slightly.

The trench under the wall is very deep, three meters long, and the angle is straight up and down. It is difficult to go up and down. You need to bring a ladder over, go down, and carry the two assassins up on your back.

However, Dongming Ziyu actually took out a set of flying tiger grabs, swung it at an assassin, grabbed an assassin's shoulder, and with a shake, the assassin was pulled up, and fearing death from blood loss, he inserted it into his body.

The bamboo thorn was not pulled out.

Seeing the two assassins being dragged up like this, everyone's eyes widened, wondering how Dongming Ziyu did it.

Dongming Ziyu fed two pills into the mouths of the two assassins, waited for a while, and said softly: "Tell me, who do you belong to?"

Rong Chuan whispered: "They should be dead soldiers, and they know that they will definitely die. If you ask me this, I'm afraid they won't answer."

Dongming Ziyu smiled lightly and said: "They will tell you, otherwise life will be worse than death."

In fact, the pill contains ingredients that make people relax their guard and enter a hypnotic state. Bai Qingqing used the medical system in her medical space to develop it.

Sure enough, both of them were recruited, and they actually came under the orders of King Chen's brother-in-law.

Rong Chuan felt a little lonely and sad. At this dark moment, he thought it was some princes who wanted to be emperor, but he didn't expect it to be his stepmother.

Dongming Ziyu patted him on the shoulder and said nothing. He knew better than anyone else.

Although Shangguan Ruoli didn't go out, he didn't sleep well either. He went to the space to take a spiritual spring bath and felt a little more energetic. He personally made breakfast for the two children, Rong Chuan and Rong Qian, using ingredients from the space. After breakfast, he

Go and see Rong Qian.

The military doctor's surname was Zhou. He was a lean man in his forties. When he saw Shangguan Ruoli approaching, he hurriedly helped her carry the medicine box and said, "You are here. Please come quickly. Please come quickly."

Rong Qian had just finished breakfast. Although his face was a little pale, his mental state was much better. After all, he had lost so much blood, and even if he had a panacea, he would not be able to recover so quickly.

He bowed and saluted, "Mrs. Dong."

Rongchuan and his attendants quickly took a soft pillow and placed it under his head.

Shangguan Ruoli smiled and said: "Don't move, it won't heal if it stretches the wound."

Rong Qian endured the pain of the wound, cupped his fists and saluted: "Thank you, Mrs. Dong, for saving my life. If it hadn't been for Mrs. Dong's wonderful rejuvenation, I would have gone to the Palace of Hell."

Shangguan Ruoli said: "You have to thank Rong Chuan for this. If he hadn't sent you here, I wouldn't have been able to see your people when I rescued you."

Rong Chuan pursed his lips and smiled, with a hint of shyness that a young boy should have.

Shangguan Ruoli checked Rong Qian's wound, changed the medicine, and left the pills that should be taken. "It's nothing serious. Take good care of yourself and you will recover soon."

"Ahem." Doctor Zhou coughed lightly and kept winking at Rong Chuan.
Chapter completed!