The heroine engages in introversion in another world and saves herself from becoming a big boss

Chapter 4 "Dagan Wenbao"

At this time, Song Hanhai touched the healed wound on his body with a look of surprise.

Touching it, his eyes turned red.

An eight-foot-tall man, with tears in his eyes, seemed to be crying but not crying, "Girl! How can such a good thing be used on Dad? Dad is just a rough person. This kind of injury, just take care of it." , how can it be worth using such a good thing?"

After finishing speaking, he quietly glanced at King Ming on the high seat.

King Ming's face was cold and hard, and it seemed difficult to distinguish between emotions and anger.

Then, Song Hanhai continued to howl again, "Girl, you are not even a low-level ninth-rank, these things are reserved for you to save your life! Your father and I work for the prince, how can the prince not take it?" Get this healing medicine?"

King Ming had long known Song Hanhai's character like a hobgoblin, but even so, he still couldn't help laughing angrily when he heard the last sentence.

This is the aggressive method!
I am going to ask him to supplement Song Lanyi with some good things.

Song Lanyi's eyelids twitched wildly.

She silently glanced at the familiar but somewhat unfamiliar father, and then at the imposing King Ming who was as imposing as Yuan Ping and Yue Zhi, and coughed lightly, "Father, actually... I still have quite a few of these things."

Song Hanhai:?
His eyes were red again.

He stroked his daughter's head lovingly.

Silly girl, dad is doing it for this, dad is trying to please you.

Alas, my daughter is so stupid, what can I do without him as a father?
Just as Song Hanhai was about to say something, he saw Song Lanyi turn around to look at King Ming, and saluted.

"Shuobei is cold, and there are few doctors stationed here. Even if the court instigates it, it is just a drop in the bucket for the [-] peace troops. I grew up in Shuobei. I only regret that I am not a man, so I can't kill the enemy with poetry."

"Now that I have a few prescriptions, I only want to join the army and become a pharmacist, which can be considered as a small contribution to the Ping An Army."

King Ming raised his eyebrows.

This is really effortless.

Although King Ming didn't have much conscience, he still asked one more question, "Are you sure? Shuobei is bitterly cold, this is not just talking about it."

Song Hanhai behind Song Lanyi winked frantically.

Seeing that Song Lanyi thought of something, he gritted his teeth and said, "I'm sure!"

This is something else.

King Ming's thoughts turned sharply, he winked at the servant next to him, and then nodded slightly, "I see, you can go back at ease. This time your father has made a great contribution, so you can rest assured."

"It's getting dark, let's go back."

When the person was gone, the servant came in a hurry.

He clung to King Ming's ear and whispered a few words.

King Ming's face suddenly sank.

"Zhong Rui... but he dared to be so presumptuous just by jumping on Clown Liang."

He leaned on the back of the chair, squinted his eyes, "Pass on my order, Zhong Rui, the son of the general, despised the military regulations and insulted the commander, and gave him two hundred lashes."

The servant was startled, "My lord, after these two hundred lashes, you will be half useless. The man who participated in the general's mansion... is still there..."

King Ming sneered, "If it wasn't for Zhong Lingfeng, it would be more than just whipping two hundred times."

"What's more, Zhong Lingfeng is just...a dog. If not, I would kill him as well!"

Seeing King Ming's firm tone, and seeing King Ming's murderous aura, the servant couldn't help being startled, he hurriedly looked at his nose, nose and heart, stepped back to the left, and stopped talking.

King Ming clasped his knuckles lightly on the table, "Would you be willing to cut yourself to pieces, dare to pull the general off the horse? Song Hanhai is an unusual girl. I don't know... can this strange story be published in the "Dagan Wenbao"? "

Return to people on a snowy night.

Inside the Song residence.

Song Hanhai slammed his fist on the table after hearing what Zhong Rui had done.

Song Lanyi looked at the cracks on the solid wood table, then at his father's sand bowl-sized fist, his eyelids twitched wildly.

In an instant, the old man's angry scolding sound came.

"His grandma Xiong, what kind of shit is the son of a general, even with his skinny monkey appearance, is he worthy of looking for my daughter? Grandma, I have to beat... Cough, talk to him."

After finishing speaking, Song Hanhai rushed out

Song Lanyi was helpless.

Didn't you talk about it, what are you doing with the sack?
Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

Shangjing.

This is the core of the Dagan Dynasty and also the headquarters of the Dagan Wenbao.

At this time, the genius is dim, and the stars in the sky have not yet hidden.

In the Wenbao headquarters, only the rustling sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper surface when the pages are being copied is left.

At this moment, there was a slight "cuckoo" sound outside the window.

Outside the window, I saw a white, chubby pigeon with eyes the size of mung beans.

It looked into the room, tilted its head, and chirped a few more times.

The scribe by the window took off the letter paper and read it with a frown at first, but soon his eyebrows were raised high, and then he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Are you willing to cut yourself to pieces and dare to pull the general off the horse? Wonderful, wonderful! I never thought that I would have such a strange woman in Shuobei!"

General?

This name tugged at the heartstrings of many people.

Many scribes responsible for transcribing raised their heads, "But news from the northern border?"

The scribe smiled and said nothing, and after showing off for a while, he handed the letter to them, "You will know it after reading it."

The rest of the people didn't care at first, but when they saw the back, they all had extremely strange expressions.

Some even shook their heads, savoring half a line of the poem written by Song Lanyi.

"Good poem, good poem! Although this poem is too plain and straightforward, it is amazing under such a situation. The spirit of this little Song girl is not inferior to that of a man!"

"Yeah, it's a pity... she's not a man!"

"Shh, don't mention that. This year, at the discussion of the sages, the sage of Baihua also proposed to open up scientific research scriptures for women, but was rejected by the sages, saying that the world is not talented enough. The sage of Baihua has lost his temper."

One of the scribes coughed lightly, "Okay, are we allowed to make unreasonable comments on saints? Concentrate on copying!"

For a while, the rustling sound of copying sounded again in the study.

The sky is getting brighter, and the "Dagan Wenbao" has been copied and rubbed.

When the streets of Shangjing heard the sound of hawkers selling from morning stalls, all the sales outlets of "Daqian Wenbao" were crowded with people.

During this period of time, some people got the full version of the newspaper immediately.

These people are the storytellers who haunt various inns and restaurants.

In the teahouse and wine shop, there is a world of smoke and fire.

A tall and thin young man stood on the stage, tapped Xingmu in his hand, and pulled out a copy of "Dagan Wenbao".

The tea guests in the audience were either blowing the wontons in front of them, or sipping noodles, while listening to the storyteller read the contents of the newspaper.

"However, it is said that the battle in Shuobei has slowed down a bit. The King of Ming led his troops back to Dingyuan City last night and intercepted the secret report from the monsters..."

The storyteller's voice was high, and there were occasional discussions from below.

Among the crowd was a young boy about eleven or twelve years old with bright eyes.

When he heard how King Ming managed to kill three times among the monsters and barbarians, he even showed longing.

Beside him, stood a young man with a white face and beardless, his eyes were sharp, he looked around vigilantly, and acted at the right moment.

　Today is over, I wish you all a happy Friday~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)