Sibao County, official office.

Liao Jia floated into the Government Affairs Office while yawning.

His appearance was a bit wretched. At this moment, his shoulders were slightly slumped, his expression was tired, his eye circles were dark, and his eyelids were swollen, as if he was addicted to love affairs and had kidney deficiency. He sat at the table with his eyes slightly closed, and he opened them again after more than ten breaths.

Open your eyes and let the sleepiness dissipate.

Qi Shanpi smiled but said: "I heard rumors recently."

Lio Jia listlessly picked up the pen and turned into a ruthless office machine: "What kind of rumors can reach your ears?"

Qishan said: "It is rumored that you play songs every night."

Liao Jia paused with his hand and dropped a drop of ink. His expression was ferocious, twisted and wonderful, and his voice suddenly rose, almost breaking: "I play songs every night? Who has no conscience to say that?"

Qishan looked at Liao Jia's sluggish little face.

Liao Jia, who has always liked to wear bright red and purple clothes and wear hairpins all day long, can no longer show off her hair now, and the flowers on her temples are as languid as their owner. Some people seem to be singing and dancing every night, but in fact they are doing 996 every day, and they are so busy that their literary spirit is incarnate.

Can't use it.

Lio Jia said angrily: "You don't want to tell me a few words?"

Qishan said: "I believe facts speak louder than words."

Liao Jia: "..."

He used Qi Yuanliang's head as a guarantee. This guy was definitely gloating behind his back! As a left-behind scribe, Liao Jia had not had much rest since he led his troops out of Shen Tang. This was also due to the good physique of the literary scribe. How could ordinary people do this?

Can you afford such ravage?

Of course, it's not always this busy.

It's just that when the frontline needs food and medicine, cooks must be arranged to deliver it to the rear. Manpower, financial resources, material resources, food transportation routes and escort troops must be coordinated and arranged in all aspects.

While taking care of the front line, we must not forget the construction of the rear.

When many trivial matters are added up, there are too many things to do.

The only good thing is that with this batch of food and grass on the road, Liao Jia can rest for a few days and relax after working hard for more than half a month.

While he was talking, the battle report reached the door of the official office.

Liao Jia immediately put down his writing, grabbed the bamboo tube containing the battle report, checked that the seal was correct, and then opened and poured out the slip with the frontline battle report. Each piece of bamboo had a message written on it. He read the ten lines at a glance, and his heart was finally hanging.

Put it down.

The last battle report was that Zheng Qiao died. Before his death, he sent out the national seal, which triggered a split and a fight within the alliance army. The hero's army was divided into two, and they didn't know what the consequences would be. Both Liao Jia and Qi Shan were worried about this matter.

What made them feel at ease was that Qishan had not been injured during this period, and the Lord should be fine. They looked left and right, and finally expected a new battle report.

Liao Jia laughed and said: "Yuanliang, good news!"

After he finished speaking, he realized that there was someone missing next to him.

You must know that every time a battle report comes from the front line, Qi Yuanliang will fight for it, and he will be successful seven times out of ten. Unusually, Qi Shan is silent today? He is not worried about the whereabouts of his lord and the others at all? Lia Jia

He looked over doubtfully.

Qishan was seen sitting there with a pale face.

The raised hands showed a bit of embarrassment as they had nowhere to place them.

Literary scholar had excellent senses. As soon as he took a few steps forward, he smelled traces of bloody smell in the air. He had been very familiar with this smell in the past few months. He took three steps forward and said eagerly:

: "Qi Yuanliang, are you injured again?"

Unexpectedly, Qi Shan suppressed his blush and said: "Shut up!"

"Qi Yuanliang, you're not right!" Lio Jia turned around to find where he was injured. "Is the injury serious? I'll go find Dr. Dong and come over to check for you. My lord -"

By accident, I took a shot of [Speech Suppression and Sound Seizing].

Liao Jia: "..."

Liao Jia: “???”

Liao Jia: “!

!”

He suddenly opened his eyes wide and vowed to fight Qi Shan to the death - he kindly put aside his prejudices and cared about his injury, but Qi Yuanliang did not know what to do and abandoned his feelings?

Breaking through Yan Ling, he was so angry that he pushed Qi Shan.

Qishan didn't notice for a moment and fell to one side, revealing a mat soaked in blood. However, Qishan's clothes today were still blue, and they were even more conspicuous after being soaked by blood. Such a big trace of wetness,

It's hard not to see it.

Lio Jia blinked, completely confused.

He pointed at the bloodstain with his finger, mowing at it for a while, and his eloquent tongue seemed to be tied in a string of knots: "This, this -"

Qi Shan's face switched back and forth between black, white, blue and red.

finally--

Liao Jia extremely whispered: "Master, is your period coming?"

Who knows how embarrassed he, a grown man in his prime, is at this moment? He wishes he could catch a warrior and crawl into it!

However, no matter how embarrassing it is, Qi Yuanliang can't be more embarrassed.

He only knew that this man could share the pain of his master's injury, but he didn't say that menstruation, which was unique to his daughter's family, could be considered an "injury"!

Considering my lord's age, this menstrual period comes a bit late.

"roll--"

Hearing the word "burning ears", Qishan collapsed.

The momentum is like a rainbow, soaring straight into the sky.

Seeing this, Lio Jia knew that she had misunderstood, and couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief: "...could it be that you have hemorrhoids?"

With a brushing sound, the long sword was unsheathed.

Qi Yuanliang held up his sword and wanted to stab Lia Shaomei's buttocks. The officials who accidentally saw this scene could not forget the ferocious appearance of their family's prayer master, baring his teeth. Liao Jia covered her bleeding buttocks, and they both

Lying on the bed, listening to Dr. Dong's lectures.

When Dr. Dong saw Qi Shan's injury, he knew that it was Shen Jun who was injured again, and he felt some love and sympathy for Qi Shan.

"It will hurt when you apply the medicine. Master, please bear with it."

Doctor Dong carefully applied the medicine, washed his hands, looked at Liao Jia again, and asked, "How did Liao Weicao get injured?"

Lia Jiadao: "Telling the truth triggered revenge."

After saying that, Qi Shan casually grabbed the wooden pillow and threw it on his head, hitting Lio Jia so hard that he grinned and the flowers on his temples were crooked.

Dr. Dong ignored the two young men who were tied up and were less than three years old, and asked: "Does the chief clerk have any other injuries?"

Qishan shook his head: "No."

Dr. Dong was puzzled: "This is strange."

What kind of enemy did Mr. Shen encounter, and only his butt was injured? Judging from the size and depth of the wound, it was similar to that of Liao Jia. This means that the enemy used a sword to sneak attack Mr. Shen, leaving such an injury. Dr. Dong couldn't guess, but it was similar to that of Liao Jia.

Compared to the blood dripping all over his body, the injury was considered minor, but the position was awkward.

Dr. Dong turned around to write a prescription. Only Liao and Jia were left in the room. Qishan tried his best to take his attention away from the injuries behind him and asked, "What was written in the battle report sent from the front line?"

Liao Jia: "The first battle report is that Gu Ziyi is dead."

Qishan was startled: "Shangnan Guziyi?"

Liao Jia nodded: "Yes."

He then added: "It is said that there was a sneak attack by Huang Lie's troops. The thirteen brothers fought in a bloody battle to the end, and Shangnan's elite troops were completely wiped out. Qi Yuanliang, while the other forces have not turned back, should we do something?"

"

Qi Shan rested his chin on his folded hands and didn't bother to open his eyes: "What do you want to do? Take advantage of the situation?"

Liao Jiayang smiled obscenely: "How can this be called taking advantage of the fire? Several of Gu Zi's sworn brothers died, leaving behind a group of orphans and widowed mothers. Now the world is in turmoil, and there is no one to protect them. The Lord is kind and pity their loneliness and takes them all away.

Isn't it good to settle down? If it spreads to the people, it will be a good story..."

It is very reasonable to take over the inheritance at the same time as taking over the orphan.

Qi Shan asked him: "Are you good at making opinions?"

"How can this be called making arbitrary decisions? If the Lord were here, she would agree to do this." Before leading the troops to go on the expedition, Shen Tang made it clear that all matters should be discussed between him and Qi Shan, "Qi Yuanliang, don't you think so?

Are you not moved at all?"

Hey guys, when did you change your gender?

Qi Shan said nothing, but Lio Jia understood him. Taking advantage of others' misfortunes and adding insult to injury were all evil conspirators' favorite unethical things.

After a long while, Qishan said: "Do it secretly."

Liao Jia gestured to him.
To be continued...