Luo Bu wanted to exchange the medicinal soup for the broth in Nanke's hand, but Nanke didn't want to.

She looked at Chen Changsheng. Chen Changsheng had? He blinked in difficulty, then turned his head to look at Rob with even more difficulty, and expressed his gratitude with his eyes.

The medicine soup was delivered to his lips. He noticed that the bowl was washed very clean, without any residual smell of the vegetable, and there was no oily smell.

Then he smelled the scent of seventeen medicinal materials in the bowl. Those medicinal materials are far from precious in Kyoto, but it should be difficult to prepare them in such a remote horse farm. Of course, what surprised him the most was not the clean bowl and the complete medicinal materials, but the medical skills that Luo Bu showed through this bowl of medicinal soup.

Time was walking slowly forward in the replacement of medicinal soup and broth. Chen Changsheng and Nanke had lived in the Banya Horse Farm for the fourth day.

Nanke was still stunned and didn't know who Chen Changsheng was or who he was. He only vaguely remembered that Chen Changsheng was very important to him. He stayed by his side every day, cooked meat for him, scrubbing it like a maid, and stared at everyone who tried to get close to this room with one exception, that is Robu.

During the first three days when he was speechless, Chen Changsheng often wondered, or was it because Rob gave her a lot of meat to eat?

By the fourth day, he was still unable to get out of bed, and his body was able to do slight movements, such as turning around and raising his hand. The most important thing was that he could speak. What surprised him was that the officer named Rob did not re-examine his origin.

Although it is a remote horse farm, there are still many things. As the chief official, Rob naturally cannot stay lazy in the house. Many times, the ones who come to deliver medicine are his subordinates or the rest of the horse farm. Because of his bloodline and the practice of the Shunxinyi Method since childhood, Chen Changsheng has a unique characteristic that is intimate. At that time, whether it was the black sheep in the palace or the black dragon at the bottom of the Beixin Bridge, he became familiar with these people in a very short time.

As long as he ignores the Nanke beast's food-protecting vision, Chen Changsheng's conversation with the officers can be said to be very smooth. He has a more real understanding of the situation on the front line, a more intuitive understanding of the morale of the army, and more importantly, he has learned about the story of the Banya Horse Farm and Officer Rob.

Anyone who knows Rob's story will inevitably lead to a lot of sympathy and anger towards injustice, and Chen Changsheng is no exception.

He believed that Rob was able to obtain so many military achievements over the years, not because of his luck or background, but because of his talents.

From the Banya Horse Farm, which seems to be smooth and lazy, but is actually very orderly, you can see this person's skills of control and control in his daily management and life. Only a few medicine soups can help Chen Changsheng's injuries improve quickly, which can also show that this person's medical skills are excellent.

Of course, these are impressions drawn through conversation, and they are naturally not as good as seeing with their own eyes.

If he wants to see it with his own eyes, he must first get up and stroll around the horse farm.

But he didn't think about why he was so interested in the officer named Rob.

On the seventh day, Chen Changsheng got up.

When Zhexiu suffered countless tortures in Zhou Prison, his meridians were broken, and he finally relied on painful stimulation to cure his injuries in the shortest time. He also used the same method. He fought unimaginable pain all night before.

Nanke has been serving him, wiping his sweat with a towel, feeding him water, and gently stroking his chest. Of course, he was very unfamiliar and clumsy, but he was very serious and his mind was exhausted. At the fourth update, he saw that he was finally quiet, so he fell asleep with confidence, but he didn't notice that he left the house.

Morning light fell among the meadows among the mountains, mist flowed down from the valley, and the horses who had just woken up made a slight noise.

Chen Changsheng picked up a branch, supported his weak body, and walked around the horse farm at will.

It’s not that he doesn’t care about his body, but on the contrary, he needs to consolidate the meridians that have just resumed as soon as possible through activities.

The range of the Banya Horse Farm is very large, and there are array pivots in each barracks, which seem to be scattered in every corner, but if you observe carefully, you can see a certain rule hidden in it, which can ensure that you can make the most effective response when encountering an enemy.

Chen Changsheng read Daocang thoroughly, but he had never learned military skills. He could see through the military arrangement of the Banya Horse Farm at a glance because on his way back from the snowfield, Su Li taught him a lot of knowledge in this area while teaching him sword skills.

From the freshness of the soil in the Muzhai and the front of the shrine, it can be seen that these arrangements should be the changes after Luo Bu came to the Banya Horse Farm.

The more Chen Changsheng looked at it, the more he felt that these military arrangements implied military tactics, perfectly confirming the knowledge Su Li said back then. He couldn't help but admire this life, but did not think of something through this point.

The mountains in the north are steep and cruel, and the weather is even more moody. The slightly cold morning light suddenly turns into a biting whistling wind. Countless yellow sand is swept up by the strong wind and rushed towards the horse farm from the entrance of the mountain. In just an instant, the world becomes dark.

The sound of warning sounds were heard everywhere in the military camp, the sound of stern commands and the sound of hurried footsteps.

Chen Changsheng didn't want to cause trouble, so he held the branches and moved slowly along the eaves. When he looked up, he saw Luo Bu.

Rob smiled happily when he found out that he could walk around, showing off his white teeth and said, "Congratulations."

At this time, he had to hurry to arrange his subordinates to deal with the wind and sandstorm. He had no time to say anything more. He glanced at the branches under Chen Changsheng's armpit, shook his head, pointed to the door behind him and signaled Chen Changsheng to go in and avoid it for the time being.

At Chen Changsheng's current speed, when he moved back to his original house, the wind and sandstorm must have enveloped the place. He had no reason to refuse, and walked in as he spoke. Before he could turn around, the door closed, and then a clear applause came from outside the door.

Rob should have slapped a mechanism on the door or on the wall. A thick horizontal piece of wood sealed the door. At the same time, several solid wooden boards fell down, blocking the window tightly. At the same time, an oil lamp on the table was lit without fire.

Chen Changsheng had no misunderstanding, so he would not panic. He carefully observed the mechanisms in the house and found that the structure was very simple and exquisite, and even the most ordinary people could operate it. He thought that the entire horse farm had similar arrangements, so he completely relieved.

The next moment his eyes were attracted by the things on the desk.

The yellow light fell on the table, illuminating the paper.

That is a very expensive Shizhou paper. Not to mention such a remote horse farm, there are not many even Songshan Military Mansion.

Some papers have ink words written on them, while others have pictures on them.

Chen Changsheng was not good at poetry, calligraphy and painting, but he read Taoist sects thoroughly and had a greater vision.

The word is very well written, and its character is hidden under its seemingly plump appearance, so I don't want to show it to others.

The painting is also excellent, a large ink-splashing freehand painting of spring and autumn, and a fine-brushed flower and bird mirror reflects the world.

Whose room is this? Whose characters and paintings are this?

In such a remote horse farm, how could anyone use Shizhou paper so luxuriously, write so well and draw with such a good stroke?

Chen Changsheng had a vague answer in his heart.
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