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"People cannot compare with others, and the temple cannot compare with the temple." Gu Chi sighed sincerely. Before the doctor took action, he did not realize that something was wrong with other temples' ignoring behavior.

Looking at it now, it's really wrong wherever it is.

"But I don't like to listen to some words."

"Don't like to listen?"

"It's the saying that the doctor's temple has high cost and energy, so I don't agree." Gu Chi pointed at himself and said, "I also came out of the window for ten years. Not to mention hanging my head and stinging my thighs, I have suffered a lot, and I don't know how to be born."

A Xinglin doctor is a treasure in a doctor's house, but he is a root grass?

It's not easy for him.

"...If Wangchao can take the exam every three days, every five days, every five days, every five days, every professional qualification certificate exam, and you will be caught in your dream college entrance examination... I think you will also be the treasure of the temple."

Gu Chi's face turned green when he heard this.

He waved his hand and declined: "I respect you, Bumin."

It is hard to say that his colleagues went to the front line every day without the credit of the Ministry of Personnel's assessment, and they were exempted from the welfare of the front line when they went to the front line to fight.

Gu Chi has been deeply engaged in the Censorate for many years, partly because his professional skills are matched by his master's teachings. As a confidant, no one needs a bird. Another partly because the Ministry of Personnel cannot control the promotion and surrender of the Censorate, and the Censorate has its own assessment standards within it.

Shen Tang was amused by his slightly dead expression.

"Is there any happy event that makes the Lord so beautiful?" The voice floated out of the tent first, followed by the sandalwood that was almost soaked in his bone marrow, and then Qin Li's handsome and mature face.

Since Kang Shi and Chu Yao predicted the same bad news, the army marched as slow as a turtle, and had frequent communications on the front and rear, but they did not receive any good news every time. It took more than ten days for the three armies to finally step out of the Yudi Mountains.

During this period, I also encountered several small-scale tentative ambushings. Fortunately, my side was well prepared and had no losses. However, the whole army was shrouded in an invisible high pressure, and there was a kind of moisture that was covered in the rainy season, which was so heavy that it was so heavy that it was breathless.

It was not until he heard the laughter of the Lord that Qin Li felt like he was clearing the clouds and seeing the sun, and a golden warm sun shone straight in.

Shen Tang said: "Tu Nan wrote to him that more than a thousand patients in Fengluo have turned into danger, and the Medical Department has gained some insight into this epidemic."

Qin Li smiled and said, "This is indeed a great joy."

Fengluo is one of the most populous and economically developed regions in Kang Country. I don’t know how much effort it has been put into practice after the founding of the country. From the most basic urban construction to the city defense, everyone is careful. If such a place is poisoned and abandoned, it will be heartbreaking.

Fortunately, God bless Kangguo.

"Can the Lord tell Wuhui the good news?"

As long as he is not praying for good, Qin Li is still very concerned about his colleagues.

Chu Yao was the one with the greatest mental pressure during this period.

The [Lighting and Flowers] was triggered by passively again. There was no movement in the past few years, which made people once doubt whether its existence was true or false. Now it is triggered every day, and there are frequent scenes of natural disasters and man-made disasters in different regions. Chu Yao has been thinner in the past ten days.

The mental state is visible to the naked eye.

No literary scholar can bear the way of using the scholar every day.

If this continues, Chu Yao will not be able to hold on.

Chen Tang slapped his forehead and hurriedly sent the guard to run errands: "I just received the news here, and the heat didn't have time to dissipate."

[The dark willows and bright flowers] It was just a future under the conditions at that time. Now Ning Yan is in charge of Kangguo and strictly enforces epidemic prevention, and the Medical Administration has turned around the situation. Logically speaking, the future should have changed. Chen Tang looked up, but did not wait for Chu Yao to come but hurriedly guarded him.

"Where is Wuhui? Why didn't you come?"

Chen Tang felt worried when he saw that the person's expression was wrong.

It was rare that I was impatient and couldn't wait for the guard to report, so I rushed to see Chu Yao in person. As soon as I arrived at the door of Chu Yao's camp, I smelled an obscure scent of medicine: "What's going on? Why did I drink medicine?"

When I saw Chu Yao three days ago, he was not so weak.

The medical team that was packing the medicine box was blocked in the camp and could not hide it, so they could only look at Chu Yao for help. Fortunately, Chu Yao cleared his siege, and Chen Tang forgot about the others when he saw Chu Yao.

"What are you going to get up? Lying down quickly."

Chu Yao stood up with his hands on the bed and was pressed halfway through his feet.

"Why are you so sick?"

Even though they were in the camp, they did not meet every day, especially in the past two days when the camp was arranged, the army set up camps, fearing that they would miss something and be caught by the enemy and attacked them. Chen Tang last time he saw Chu Yao three or four days ago, and the king and his ministers rushed to go there.

Chu Yao felt that he was rude before he had arrived in front of you, so he forced himself to sit up.

He said: "It's not a disease."

The literati's way has frequently overdrawn his literary spirit.

He originally wanted to appease Chen Tang, but he forgot that their monarch and ministers have known each other for more than ten years. Chen Tang has lie to him and whether he has concealed it or not. However, the young lord did not get angry, but his almond eyes drooped slightly, his eyebrows were pressing down, and he complained with some points.

It seems that he has said nothing, but in fact he has said everything.

Who can’t help but feel anxious after seeing Chen Tang’s expression?

Chu Yao couldn't hold it back: "Oh, Yao doesn't want the master to worry."

"If Wuhui really doesn't want me to worry, I should have told me even more, instead of hiding it with the medical team. If I hadn't bumped into it, would you still be stubborn? Don't you know that my heart beats to a halt when I see you suddenly," he said.

Chu Yao said: "The Lord is careful of his words."

The literary scholars who are literary and honest should follow the Dharma and avoid prophecies.

I know that I can't hide it, so Chu Yao can only ask.

"It's really not a bad thing, maybe it can be a blessing in disguise."

"But you are so weak that you look like you are still blessed with disguise? Don't be coaxing me." Chen Tang was still half-believing and half-doubting about this.

"It's not coaxing, it's true."

Chen Tang vaguely guessed a few points: "Is it perfect?"

"Um."

Although the ten-one literati who can complete the way of literati in his life is not enough to have ten strength and talent alone, and it also requires ninety-tenths of luck, seeing his colleagues all succeed, even two students under his disciples, Lingde, had hope for the threshold of 200,000 acres of farming, Yu Zi even crossed the threshold with one rush. It is impossible to say that Chu Yao is not anxious at all.

He has to seize the opportunity.

"Why don't you say it?" Chen Tang was not anxious now, so happy that he wanted to grind his teeth, "Is there anyone I can help?"

It would be great if it was like Tunan.

She was worried if she didn't stare at Chu Yao with her own eyes.

"The Lord is the greatest help."

The Lord misses him, why don’t he miss the Lord?

I didn't want Chen Tang to be distracted by his affairs before. Feng Luo's epidemic has already made her trouble. If she is still worried about his perfect ceremony, how can Chu Yao bear it? After saying this, Chu Yao felt sleepy again, and his eyelids were as heavy as if they were filled with lead water.

An irresistible force pulled him to an unknown area: "...The perfect ceremony was in a dream...Shuchen was rude..."

The more you speak, the lighter the voice.

Finally, his head hangs, his upper body goes forward, and he falls asleep directly. Chen Tang doesn't even have time to ask him for more details.

"I don't know what a harsh ceremony it is..."

Looking down at Chu Yao, who was half pillowing on her knees, Chen Tang was worried and bent down to put his sleeping position right.

"Since it's in a dream, then..."

She was wondering whether to pull Gu Chi over.

"Have you been back yet?"

Qin Li was too devoted to the fact that he didn't pay attention to the news outside the account.

Qin Li refused to answer, but just turned his attention to Chu Yao's camp.

"Wuhui said it was a perfect ritual assessment. He fell asleep after saying a few words to me. I don't know how he was going or not." Speaking of this, Chen Tang couldn't hide his worries.

The literati have different abilities, and the rituals of perfection are also varied. Some are simple, while some are running around for a lifetime may not necessarily lead to a little progress. More cannot even touch the threshold of perfection.

Chu Yao's long-cherished wish finally saw the dawn. Chen Tang was happy for him and couldn't help but worry. The perfect ceremony was accompanied by great risks, and one carelessness would lead to a disaster. There is only one Chu Wuhui in the world, and he is gone. Where can Chen Tang find another one?

Not everyone can fail like Mei Meng and survive in World War II. Not everyone can survive in World War II. More like Kang Shi and Yu Zi, they can determine life and death at one time. Either the glory or a great burial.

"A perfect ceremony? At this time?"

"Yes, it came suddenly."

As the only second-rank Chinese official in the second-rank Chinese-minded official in the King of Kang, and is also a model of becoming famous at a young age, it is surprising that Chu Yao started the perfect ceremony at this age. But considering the more than ten years of time he wasted in the middle of the competition, he could understand it. It was just not too late, but it was dragged down by the ceremony at this time, and the time was not ripe.

The perfect ceremony consumes too much energy for literati. Some literati will be forcibly restricted during the assessment period, either weakening or becoming ordinary people. The melee between the two armies is very likely to be accidentally injured.

"I'm wondering if I'll send Wuhui back to China so that he can concentrate on preparing for the perfect ceremony." Chen Tang went to bed before he had time to discuss with Chu Yao. "You can fight anytime, but if he missed his ritual, he would never be able to save his life..."

Chu Yao can also catch up with the completion of the ceremony.

Qin Li: "Wu Hui refused."

Thinking from the perspective of others, Qin Li would feel that he was a deserter and failed the trust of the master. Chu Yao looked like he had no temper and had a stable mood all year round, but thinking about the Yan Ling he was best at, thinking about his tough style of rushing in front of the formation as soon as he went to the battlefield... This was even more uncomfortable than killing him. Qin Li was sure that the master did this, it would be really hard to coax him.

Chen Tang: "...If I care, it will be messy."

She directly asked someone to send all the documents to the next tent.
To be continued...