In an inn outside Fancheng in the north of Xiangyang, at this moment, Changsun Wuji is staying in this inn.

At this moment, more than 30 confidants of the Imperial Army sent by His Majesty were guarding the house and surrounding the house.

As for the officers of the Punishment Department, they were left at the outermost periphery. For this, not only did the officers not complain, but they wished to celebrate.

A few days ago, Zhangsun Wuji suddenly contracted a serious illness, and he and others no longer had the chance to approach the house.

Although I don't know what's wrong with the old guy, it is definitely a good thing for their low-ranking officers after the forbidden army isolates them.

Even if Changsun Wuji suddenly rolled his eyes and pulled away, they would not take the main responsibility. The main responsibility should lie with the gang of forbidden soldiers.

And the brigade commander who was in charge of supervising and escorting Changsun Wuji to the south had already brought a lunch box from the kitchen of the inn.

He pushed open the door and entered the room, and then locked the door again. Then he carried the box to the front of Eugene and handed it to the eldest Sun Zhongping, who came forward.

"Uncle Guo, get up and eat..."

The eldest grandson Wuji, who was sitting on the couch, heard this, nodded and smiled at the commander of the forbidden army, got up and came to the couch.

The eldest Sun Zhongping put those dishes on the eucalyptus table. Of course, it could not be the food for patients with clear soup and lack of water.

The brigade commander did not dare to say that these things were rich, but at least there was a lot of meat, and there was actually half a roast chicken.

The eldest grandson Wuji, who has always been fond of meat, suddenly lit up and looked at the food box subconsciously.

The brigade commander understood the thoughts of this uncle of the country very well, and whispered towards the eldest grandson Wuji.

"Don't worry, Uncle Guo, when it's time for dinner, the last will quietly bring wine over. If you use these in the daytime, it will be too ostentatious."

"Well, General Zhao is here." After Zhangsun Wuji smiled at Zhao Lvshuai, he munched happily.

After almost all the meat on the table was swept away, Changsun Wuji touched his belly with satisfaction, got up and went back to the couch to sit down.

Then he lay down slowly, the eldest grandson Wuji, who was lying on the couch raising food, looked at the beam of the house, and kept thinking about Cheng Sanlang making him pretend to be seriously ill.

But the question is what kind of serious illness should I pretend to be? Zhangsun Wuji knew very well that if he really returned to Luoyang to recover.

There are bound to be countless eyes staring at him, and if he is a little careless, he will be attacked by those ministers who have already served the prince at this moment for committing the crime of deceiving the king.

But the problem is that on this way south, I really thought of several ways, standing on the bow of the boat and blowing the cool wind in the middle of the night, I was stunned that I didn't respond to the slightest cold.

Finally approaching this Xiangyang, Zhangsun Wuji, who was already a little anxious, simply disguised himself and lost his way and fell into the water.

Sure enough, there were finally signs of fever and cold, which made Zhangsun Wuji, who was sore all over, secretly happy.

The accompanying Zhao Lvshuai finally sent someone to Luoyang to inform His Majesty that he had contracted a serious illness.

But as a result, after landing on the shore, without taking any medicine, he just lay down for one night. When he woke up, his head no longer had a headache, and his fever subsided.

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This made Changsun Wuji extremely disappointed, and even Te Niang's cold got better so quickly.

Then how can you pretend to be sick when you are trapped in the room at the moment? Let them get a bathtub or a large basin, and sit in it with their **** naked before contracting a cold?

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Standing on the edge of the couch, the eldest Sun Zhongping heard his master's sigh, and leaned in and whispered.

"What is your order, sir?"

"Zhongping, you said, if His Majesty sent a doctor and saw the old man like this, do you think that doctor would dare to say that the old man is seriously ill?"

"...Master, the villain, the villain thinks it should be possible, after all, this is a strategy formulated by His Majesty."

"..." Zhangsun Wuji nodded slowly and shook his head again, it was right that His Majesty told him.

Cheng Saburo also passed the plan to himself, but it didn't mention what kind of illness he should pretend to be.

This is the most painful place for Changsun Wuji. Only a serious illness, or a serious illness, can delay the situation for three or five months.

After the enthusiasm gradually dissipated and people stopped paying attention to it, he cut his hair to become a monk and escaped into the empty door.

However, what kind of serious illness can last three or five months? You can't say that you need to rest for three or five months for the recurrence of the dark disease, right? Although the old man was demoted to the common people, he still had a shame.

Just as the eldest grandson Wuji sighed and sighed, there was a rush of hoofs, approaching from afar.

Soon, Zhangsun Wuji, whose ears were stunned, heard Cheng Sanlang's loud and familiar voice.

Taking advantage of the greeting, Cheng Chubi dragged Zhao Lvshuai to the side and whispered.

"..." After hearing Zhao Lvshuai's report in a low voice, Cheng Chubi couldn't help but feel a little pain in the ass. He didn't expect that this dead fat man was in such good health.

Fortunately, he rushed over in a hurry, but he was all right, so what should he do, the great Tang national medicine master?

From the corner of his eyes, he saw Wang Yiling who was standing not far away with an eager expression.

Cheng Chubi could only stride forward and stopped Wang Yiling who wanted to follow him into the house.

"You stay here first, this official will go to visit first, if something happens, I will call you."

Facing Cheng Sanlang's orders, Wang Yiling could only wait outside the house even if he was reluctant.

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"Why did you come here?"

Zhangsun Wuji, who was lying on the couch and pretending to be sick, slowly opened his eyes after hearing the greeting.

He glanced at Cheng Saburo in surprise, and then glanced at the closed door.

Cheng Chubi stood in the room, looking at this eldest grandson Wuji, who was full of red light and full of energy, and shook his head for a long time.

"It's not just Cheng who has come here, there is also the imperial doctor's order from the Imperial Physician's Office waiting outside...

I said Uncle Grandson, UU reading www.uukanshu. com How can you look like you are sick? "

"If this is to be ordered by the imperial physician, and the guards outside the house to see your look like this."

"The old man knows that the old man has worked very hard, and he even tried to fall into the water.

But I only had a cold for two days, I didn't even take any medicine, I was fine..."

Hearing this, Cheng Chubi looked at the fat man who could eat and sleep, and was really a little powerless to complain.

Changsun Wuji himself spread his hands helplessly, and I am helpless too, okay?

"Otherwise, I would also ask Cheng Sanlang to help the old man think of a way to pretend to be sick and deceive that Wang Yiling and others."

"It's mainly because Uncle Zhangsun, you look so good, and because you're too fat, it's hard to disguise your painful micro-expressions properly."

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