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Chapter 93: Lang Jun is ill, remember to take medicine (3)

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"I said that you are good-looking, is this wrong?" Jiang Pengji raised her eyebrows with a natural tone, "You are a good-looking compliment, this is something to be proud of, it shows that your appearance level is much higher than that of ordinary people. ."

Xu Ke couldn't swallow or spit it out in one breath, and his originally fair complexion was suffocated by pig liver purple.

Where was her compliment just now, it was clearly a molestation

"When you are free, I will take you to Langlang Lane to open your eyes, lest you say I deliberately teased you."

She has been wronged.

Xu Ke: "..."

Jiang Pengji said again, "But according to your appearance, if you go to Langlang Lane, you don't know whether you are playing with them or whether they are playing with you."

Xu Ke: "..."

Can you stop talking about Langlang Lane, there will be a psychological shadow!

[Auntie in the cafeteria]: It must be those coquettish bitches who play Xu Ke's youth, what a loss

Although the audience style in the live broadcast room is a bit weird, their aesthetics are still normal, and they all feel that if Xu Ke goes to play in Langlang Lane, he will definitely be the one who suffers. Thinking that the innocent looking young Xu Ke had entered a group of coquettish sluts and was tossed and turned over and over by them, he was tearful and pitiful, and for a while, the live broadcast room was full of wolves, and he could not stop listening to him.

[Xi Yan]: Is this the rhythm of the anchor who decided to go to the brothel? When you want to broadcast live, be sure to notify ah-

Jiang Pengji agreed, but she never thought that her trip to Langlang Lane would be achieved under such circumstances.

"I just twisted my ankle a little bit. I'll be fine with some medicine for two days."

She is not a doctor, but she was injured at two ends in three days, and the internal and external injuries continued. After a long time, she could be regarded as a long-term doctor, not to mention the military academy courses and some compulsory first aid courses. Jiang Pengji has learned a little to deal with such small injuries. Still no problem.

"Lang Jun still knows medicine?"

Xu Ke's mood was much calmer, and Jiang Pengji's impression was refreshed again in his heart.

What is tall, what is majestic, what is wise and wise, all of which he has misunderstood before!

I hate that I was blind at the beginning, why do I feel that this man in front of me has the appearance of a bright master

Jiang Pengji lied without blinking her eyes, "My mother has been sick all the year round, how can I be at ease as a son? I have seen some medical skills in my spare time, and learned some superficial techniques and skin knowledge. A good thing."

Xu Ke is a very serious young man. When he mentions the business, his attention is involuntarily diverted.

"What's the matter?"

"I took a look at the training today, but these people will endure hardships. They didn't cut corners or play tricks in the training. They just tried too hard. ."

Jiang Pengji couldn't help but think of her first time in the lower military academy in her previous life. She was tired but very fulfilled.

After training, she has a special muscle soothing nutrient solution, which can relieve the fatigue of training and ensure the training state.

However, medical technology is so backward in this era, and nutrient solution can't be counted on. She doesn't have to use it herself, so she can only use another method to replace it, and it must be more in line with this era and not too scary.

Xu Ke recalled the training of those people. After a day of tossing and turning, he was really exhausted. When he was cooking a big pot of rice, one by one was like a hungry wolf, grabbing food faster than anyone else. The physical energy consumed is indeed terrifying.

"Lang Jun has a way to deal with it?"

Jiang Pengji said, "Of course there are. I'll go back and draw a picture for you, you can just follow the above."

The method she said was the most basic massage, and those superficial techniques were almost used by every student who went to a military academy.

The low-level military academies are very ordinary, and most of the students who go to school here are ordinary people. Not everyone can use nutrient solution to relieve the pressure of training. If Jiang Pengji was born with strong numerical value and high potential, he was designated as the key training target. good luck.

Of course, if you want to maximize the benefits, it is best to use mental force to condense your fingertips to stimulate the body's muscle activity.

It's just that mental power is a bit mysterious. If you say it, it may be mistaken for a demon to confuse the public.

Jiang Pengji took some time to draw a few brief pictures, accompanied by text explanations, to ensure that Xu Ke could understand.

Xu Ke took the picture, looked up and down, his face softened a little, and said, "Lang Jun has a heart."

Well, looking at it this way, Lang Jun is quite reliable.

When Jiang Pengji painted, there were also viewers who had more insight, and recorded it with the function of video recording and screenshots on mobile phones or computers.

Prepare to take a shower at night and try it out to see how it works.

Because of Jiang Pengji's arrangement, Xu Ke lived in the farm at the beginning of the training and did not have to go back to Liu Mansion at night. If he needed any books to borrow, he could go back to borrow them. In general, apart from Lang Jun's occasional unreliability, the treatment of Liu Mansion is still very good.

Trying to use some strength, he found that the sprained foot no longer felt any pain, so Xu Ke got up and sent her back home.

Before leaving, Jiang Pengji stopped abruptly, turned her head to look at Xu Ke, and saw the cold sweat on Xu Ke's back.

"Lang Jun?"

"Remember one thing, you are my book boy now."

Jiang Pengji said inexplicably, "Forget it today, starting tomorrow, keep this sentence in mind."

Xu Ke first had a suspicious look in his eyes, and then suddenly understood, his face paled slightly.

"Don't be so afraid. If you have something to say, just tell him directly. He won't understand."

Jiang Pengji hooked her lips, and clapped the sandalwood fan in her palm, closing it with a swipe.

That night, Xu Ke smiled wryly at the ink on the long case.

After thinking for a while, he lifted the pen and landed on the paved bamboo paper.

As Liufu Erlang Jun's book boy, in addition to the money he can receive every month, he also has a fixed amount of pen and ink and some bamboo paper.

"When gods fight, mortals suffer. Between this father and son, there are no people inside or outside, but Lang Jun is right..."

Rather than suffer from both ends, it is better to stand firmly on one side.

After Xu Ke finished writing, he put down the pen, put the bamboo paper on the candle and lightly baked it. After the ink was dry, he rolled it into a roll. He walked down the corridor and waved to the sky. After a while, a snow-white pigeon fluttered. The wings fell to his arms, and the bird's claws were tied to a small bamboo tube.

The homing pigeon biography was passed down from the Zhongzhao Kingdom in the hinterland of the Central Plains to Dongqing.

After several years of development, in Dongqing, as long as the family is well-off, they will raise and train a few to pass messages.

cuckoo —

Liu She heard the voice of the white pigeon, got up and picked up the carrier pigeon squatting under the porch, took out the bamboo paper in the letterbox, and read it at a glance.

For a long time, he laughed dumbly.

"This girl—"