The sun shines diagonally into the cabin in the porthole. It is much more luxurious than the Jilun rest room. It also has a water map and a navigation log. It is the captain's room.

Ji Lun sat on the chair behind the former captain's mahogany desk, comparing the water map and rummaging over the navigation logs. Little Helen was lying on the side of the mahogany table with a little white cat in her arms, and followed the learning. Wushan Road with a weak presence: "Is Lieutenant Ji Lun going to train her to be a soldier, a musician, or a captain?"

"As she likes, she learns everything. The main force will be the best to play the talent. The intersection of disciplines is not just 11=2." Ji Lun said.

"In other words... you understand everything, can you teach me?" Fat sister Wu Shanyan couldn't help asking, looking a little shocked.

Ji Lun was very calm: "Teaching a basic foundation is fine in this era. If you go deeper, you can attract some experts to be her teachers."

The three sisters in Wushan stopped talking. The young literary woman Wushan Xiaolu even felt a little envious of Loli. They have seen examples... The world-renowned music masters of music like everyone in Qu have worked as tutors for Little Helen.

A calm middle-aged doctor, his two assistants, came in with Wu Shanxia and introduced himself: "I am a doctor specially invited by Yihou. This is a medical certificate issued by Zhili First Hospital. I heard that Lieutenant Ji Lun has not healed due to a gunshot wound and has an old injury, so he needs to be examined."

"Please." Ji Lun lay on the mahogany desk, his hand still unreleased.

"Haha...Young man, you say you're injured, no wonder you're coughing..." The bearded captain came in with a bottle of red wine, and brought his heel to the cabin door of his room. He was not angry at all because of the magpie's nest. He smiled and pulled out a red wine from the wine cabinet, which was crystal clear and bright red as blood: "I'll have a long experience... Do you want my bottle of treasured red wine to relieve pain for you, this little guy?"

"It's not about scraping the bones to heal the wounds, what wine should I drink?" Ji Lun glanced at the bottle of cheap red wine disguised as a famous wine, and nodded: "Save it, wait until the treaty you said expires and the navy is rebuilt, you old guy gather together when you become the captain, and then open your treasures to treasure."

The captain shrugged and sat down next to him. He used to picking up a few cigarettes to disperse. He saw that they were all doctors, then took them back and touched his head: "I have ordered that you will drive the boat after you finish the surgery... It's not good to sway on the water."

"Thank you." Ji Lun said as he unbuttoned the buttons of his clothes and exposed his shoulders.

The doctor and his assistant opened several boxes, took out the full set of surgical tools, and started the examination. The surgery was the first bullet on Ji Lun's shoulder, and the flashing metal cold light tweezers penetrated into the bullet hole and pulled it around. It made people feel severe pain at a glance. The three sisters in Wushan turned around to avoid their sight.

Little Helen looked at this scene silently. Jilun held the navigation log in one hand and knocked on her forehead, making her retract her attention and continued: "One day if you can't stay on land, you can control a boat, smuggle, rob, and occupy the island..."

The old captain widened his eyes: "Hey, you taught your daughter like this..."

Bang-

The blood-colored bullet fell on the white enamel medical tray, and had already flattened his head. He shook it twice to stabilize, and the cold light flashed under the snow-white light.

What was left there was not only bullet holes, but also small pieces of blood and blood. It seemed that a red soldering iron had been tortured, leaving behind a skin defect the size of an epaulette, and the exposed upper body marks were everywhere, and some even crossed directly on a large scale.

The old captain was knowledgeable and dumbfounded, and couldn't help but: "Your injury will not be cut on the battlefield dozens of times, right? Is there such a long hole in my belly cut by a bayonet?"

"One hundred and forty times, in the laboratory, scalpels." Ji Lun said.

The doctor bandaged the wound on his shoulder with sweat and treated some newer knife wounds. He was really helpless against the old injuries. He was not as tired as the attending doctor in the hospital. He needed to rest during the break and looked complicated: "It is possible to survive tenaciously, which violates my understanding of human medicine. It is a miracle of human life."

Wu Shanxia took the opportunity to say: "This is the true face of Mr. Lu. We, Mr. Yi, will not be like this."

"Yeah." Ji Lun nodded.

Wu Shanyan pulled his sister's hand and watched the doctor, assistant, captain, and waited for a few more. Only the three sisters and little Helen were left. He said to Ji Lun: "You have suffered three years of torture and are very weak. Coughing blood is not just an external trauma. I think you need to recuperate and can no longer use magic... Next, is there a place to go? We can send you there. If you need to know, we will also help you investigate..."

"Oh." Ji Lun said.

Xiaolu, who had a weak presence, said nervously: "It's us, we three sisters."

Ji Lun glanced at her and did not express his opinion, making Wushanlu even more nervous and speechless.

Wu Shanyan smiled bitterly, knowing that the past had caused a gap, he came over to lower his voice: "One night in Gaozhou, you killed hundreds of officers and escaped, and the above was shocked."

"When the information on this small-scale combat is reported... the orders have changed."

Wu Shanxia nodded: "I used to ask us where you accepted the six soldiers. We said we didn't know, so the above will not ask anymore. You must be careful."

Ji Lun looked at their eyes and nodded: "Then I'll trouble you all, thank you for your workers behind you and Yihou's help for me."

"I will convey your thanks." The three sisters breathed a sigh of relief.

Ji Lun didn't say anything anymore, the doctor and assistant came back to continue the second half, looking at a few women: "You..."

The three sisters in Wushan looked at the young man with a naked body at this time. They understood and got up and went out. Little Helen held the little white cat and stood on the side of the mahogany table, preparing to continue watching the examination and operation in the second half. The doctor was amused and crying: "Little girl, you..."

Little Helen's eyes were innocent and pointed at her ears, indicating that she couldn't understand imperial language.

The doctor suddenly realized that this was a foreign little girl and said, "gooutplea color". It seems that it is not possible. Maybe the language is wrong, so it is changed to gestures. An assistant risked the pendulum to press her shoulder... With a loud bang, the loli held the little white cat in his hand and the pistol under the cat.

The assistant raised his hands in shock and kept saying, "Ok, OK, don't go out, don't go out, please calm down..."

The doctor dared to take the private work of a wanted criminal in the Empire, but he encountered such a gun more often. He no longer forced this dangerous loli to go out and complete the examination and surgery little by little under her pistol.

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A city recording studio

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Qu Qingge sat in front of the piano and played, facing the grand piano. Behind her was an original recording equipment. The brass double trumpet was facing both sides behind her. The sound vibration had an impact on its components. Then a downward needle moved slightly and swung. A thick round vinyl record was rotating. The high-hard metal needle rustled through its smooth surface, bringing out a trace of gray-white willow catkins, leaving circles of rippling sound tracks, and also leaving sound...

After a moment of song, the record made by the phonograph was also lying quietly.

When the female assistant came up, raised the metal needle and wiped off the catkins on the surface of the vinyl record, she could still feel their hot temperature. She picked up the record and held it in her hand, put it in kraft paper and sealed it. She marked "Fate" in the column of the song title, "Jilun" in the column of the author, and "Qu Qingge" in the column of the performer.

The staff left, stopped and closed their eyes, and rested alone in silence. After a moment, they took out their diary and wrote with their pen: "Three days of adventure began in Gaozhou Opera House. A young man in a black windbreaker claimed that he wanted to express his feelings. He pressed the keys to show a short section, and fate opened its door... The new record is not the best "Fate". Even if the tune is the same, the technique is more proficient in my hands, but it is not as shocked as that night."

"I still think about how the scarred hand played his fate, how much heavy suffering that soul suffered, and how unyielding resistance, and finally formed a passionate music... Only that young man could play it, but after he was completed, he stopped playing the piano. It seemed that an author had completed his statement and no longer needed to make a sequel, so..."

The alloy pen tip of the pen paused quietly in the blank space, as if it were the metal needle of the phonograph, and faithfully recorded the owner's feelings about the world on the vinyl record: "The original "Fate" was only in the opera house that day. Most of the people I heard of were dead, leaving only a dozen young Avengers, and my student Helen... She studied very quickly. Maybe in the future, she and I will play this song, and we can leave a record to express its two styles... and the real fate has become a tremendous sound."

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A city conference room

The autumn wind became colder, and the corridor was sandwiched. A middle-aged man was wearing a straight military uniform, with two generals and medals, and stepped in.

The conference room is covered with carpets, crystal lamps are hung, the walls are hung with the Huanglong flag and the military flag, and on the other side is the national map - the distribution of princes and troops is secretly marked on it.

The middle-aged man walked into the venue with steady steps. The originally slightly noisy conference room suddenly became quiet. Everyone stood up and stood attentively.

"Please sit down, everyone." The middle-aged man calmly: "Today's main content is to discuss the changes in the Luhou front - Chief of Staff, you said."

"Yes, I inform you that the balance of the differentiation and balance of the imperial court has been further effective. The order for the inheritance of the title of Xiaoliang Hou has been issued, and the rest are being reorganized." A major general stood up and said.

"Horse Shen has officially accepted the title of the court, and once it is strong, conflicts with Marseille Lu will inevitably be avoided."

"Luhou's imperial weapon plan has failed. The puppet that supports him to expand his power will not be able to continue to exist without the power of the True Lord."

"The battle situation will enter a stalemate."

"You can check the information about this imperial weapon. Mr. Lu has asked the court for a national ultimatum, but the court has deducted it and will not be reported."

Everyone looked through the information and their faces gradually changed. Such a powerful warlock had obviously affected the situation. After the battle of Gaozhou, Jilun was already famous all over the country.

The Lieutenant General glanced at everyone with a cold look, and everyone immediately stopped talking and returned to their silence.

"Jilun's second lieutenant is just a standard rank for sorcerers. I ordered that people should be sent to contact him immediately. It is the best to be able to join the court. The rank of major is immediately awarded."

"No, as long as this person is willing to support the central government and resist foreign enemies on the festival, he will be awarded the rank of captain and cooperate."

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Chapter completed!