Another World Da Ming: I use a hundred lives to become holy

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Day two.

Tu Jie, together with a few guards in Jinyi, drove their horses in a hurry, and rushed directly from the gate of Wang Ting's camp.

Their horses, carrying a few old men in strange clothes, aimed directly at the tent where Zhao Zheng was.

Along the way, no one dared to stop.

It was just that a group of royal guards on horseback passed by them and simply greeted them.

"In a while, you must make a proper diagnosis and treatment! If something happens to Mr. Zhao, I will order Khan to directly slaughter your tribe!"

Hearing this threat, the old men immediately jumped off after the horses stopped beside the hitch, and galloped towards the large tent that was already in front of them with their old legs.

"Hey! Slow down!"

"medicine chest!"

Tu Jie hurriedly caught up with the medicine box.

The same is true for several Jinyiwei.

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Whoa!

The hanging cloth at the door of the big tent was suddenly lifted.

The scene in the tent suddenly caught the eyes of Tu Jie and Jin Yiwei behind him.

"Master Zhao! Are you okay!"

Those old men in strange clothes had already surrounded Zhao Zheng's bed. Tu Jie could only stick his head out in the corner to check Zhao Zheng's current situation.

But it's okay if he doesn't look at it, so in his heart, Zhao Zheng just looked a little weak when he went out to seek medical treatment last night.

Seeing this, he panicked.

Because of Zhao Zheng on the bed, only his face is rosy at this moment.

The exposed limbs had already turned black.

"How did you take care of Master Zhao!"

"Even if you are Jin Yiwei, I will definitely sue you with His Majesty!"

Panicked to the limit.

On the contrary, Tu Jie became more courageous all of a sudden.

He directly pulled the Jin Yiwei who was in charge of guarding Zhao Zheng, and asked a trembling question.

"Ahem, Mr. Zhao is fine, Master Tu, don't worry."

Seeing this, Zhao Zheng, who was lying on the bed, shook his head vigorously, signaling him to let go of Jin Yiwei who had been guarding him all night.

Only then did Tu Jie let go, and hurried to Zhao Zheng's side.

"Master Zhao, how do you feel now?"

"Don't worry, Mr. Zhao, these doctors are well-known witch doctor priests, they will definitely be able to cure you!"

"Witch doctor???"

"Sacrifice???"

Zhao Zheng was full of question marks, and then he noticed that the old men around him were all dressed in strange clothes.

Although I don't intend to live.

But do you really want to save me?

These old people, are their main business saving lives?

Tu Jie looked at Zhao Zheng who was full of question marks, but nodded affirmatively.

"Master Zhao, don't worry, their reputations are well-known far and wide! They will definitely be able to cure you!"

"Have you investigated clearly? How to diagnose and treat Mr. Zhao!"

"It can't be cured, my lord will try to ask you."

"It's cured, my lord guarantees that you will be rich for the rest of your life!"

The question was just handed back to those witch doctors and priests.

Threats and temptations are complete.

"If the investigation is clear, it can be cured."

Among them, the most fancy-dressed old man was obviously the most prestigious among the witch doctor priests.

Under the urging of several other old men, he took the initiative to come out and nodded.

"Tell me, how to cure it!"

Tu Jie was even more excited than Jin Yiwei.

"Reporting to this lord, the meridians of the limbs of this lord on the bed are all broken, and the situation is extremely bad."

"But fortunately, this lord is auspicious and has his own natural appearance. In the worst situation, the residual poison just happened to enter his limbs."

"So as long as all the limbs are cut off, the life of the adult on the bed can be saved."

Swish!

"What did you say!!!"

After listening to the results given by the witch doctor, Tu Jie directly drew out his waist knife.

Cut off the limbs, is that still a human being?

Even if Zhao Zheng burps, at least he can still have a chance with Emperor Zhu Chongba.

If only one person is transported back with a stick, then he might as well give himself a knife.

boom!

"My lord, we have no other choice."

"If the limbs are not cut off, the limbs of the adult on the bed will soon be necrotic, causing sepsis!"

"This is really the best way, my lord knows it!"

Several old men quickly knelt down and explained.

Although they are not normal doctors, they do not have any misdiagnosis, which is the most suitable solution for Zhao Zheng at the moment.

It's just that Tu Jie couldn't accept it.

Jin Yiwei at the scene couldn't accept it either.

However, Zhao Zheng's eyes lit up on the bed, and he no longer had the joking attitude towards these old people.

These witch doctor priests actually know to take the initiative to amputate people?

"Ahem! Master Tu, don't be rude to the old man! Let them go!"

"Put down your knives, too!"

These old people, Zhao Zheng decided to protect them.

The main thing is their ideas, Zhao Zheng thinks they should stay.

"Then Mr. Zhao, wait for the next official to find a good doctor for you!"

It is impossible for Tu Jie not to listen to Zhao Zheng's words.

The virtuous Jinyi guards at the scene also put away their knives.

"Ahem, there's no need, Mr. Tu."

"Zhao knows his situation."

"Zhao... wants to go back to Beijing..."

Zhao Zheng forced a tear and gave it to everyone present, making them unable to refuse.

"Master Zhao!"

Everyone at the scene, no matter the virtuous Jinyiwei, the witch doctor priest, or Tu Jie, heard Zhao Zheng's request.

They also shed tears.

"Hahaha, Zhao is fine."

"Master Tu, can Mr. Zhao ask you something?"

"Master Zhao, tell me!"

Tu Jie quickly knelt down and fell beside Zhao Zheng.

"Please make small portions of the ginseng in my arms and feed it to Zhao along the way."

Zhao Zheng looked at Tu Jie with tears in his eyes, but said sorry to him in his heart.

"of course can!"

Tu Jie, who didn't know Zhao Zheng's plan, immediately took out the ginseng in Zhao Zheng's arms with tears in his eyes, and turned around to sacrifice with a few witch doctors.

His request was completed immediately.

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A few more days.

The spring of the 15th year of Enlightenment.

It was the third year of Zhao Zheng's mission to Yilibali.

The entourage of the Ministry of Rites who stayed at the border guard finally arrived at the court of the Eastern Chagatai Khan and took over all the affairs.

Also that day.

Zhao Zheng finally embarked on the journey back to Beijing with peace of mind.

The envoys' flags on the nine sides finally fluttered again.

Compared with when it came, it was just a little more bloody.

There are fewer people in the team.

The No. 24 puppet brought by Zhao Zheng was buried in the royal residence of Xichagatai Khan.

Puppet No. 25, buried in the royal court of East Chagatai Khan.

During the period, they passed Nanyang Mansion again, but this time, they did not enter the city, but only passed through its range.

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"Drive! The horse runs faster!"

boom!

"It's not bad early, it's not bad late, why is it broken now!"

"what happened?"

Feeling Zhao Zheng lying in the carriage, he stopped the calculations in his mind and asked Tu Jie who was sitting by the curtain.

Tu Jie hurriedly poked his head out to check.

"Master Zhao, the wheel of the carriage is broken, and a dead branch got stuck on it."

"Ahem, let's fix it quickly!"

"Yes, fix it quickly!"

Zhao Zheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Nanyang Mansion, this is also a sad place.

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