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Chapter 142 Post-traumatic stress disorder

Xu Kaishan and his party returned to the mountain camp and responded to Tang Han.

"Your Majesty, I'm lucky to be unfair. How do you deal with these two playboys? Please tell me," Xu Kaishan asked.

In fact, Tang Han didn't think about how to deal with these two people for a while. Although he had planned to use these two people as bargaining chips or channels to allow Ji Gang to penetrate the tentacles of the intelligence network into the capital of the Summer Empire, he still figured out how to do it.

After thinking about it, he said, "Just lock up first, don't starve to death. What should I do to Ji Gang for treatment at that time."

Ji Gang is best at this kind of conspiracy and calculations. Tang Han thinks he is more suitable to take beautiful women to hunt, brag, tell stories, and do something that he loves.

Xu Kaishan understood and took the order and left.

Looking at the shadow standing in the corner with a depressed expression, Tang Han said curiously: "How many swords?"

"Two Swords." Shadow's expression was still depressed.

"Two swords are pretty good. There are not many people in this world who can block your sword, let alone two swords, who are considered masters." Tang Han said.

"..." Shadow looked at Tang Han in depression and said nothing.

Tang Han felt that this guy had a bit obsessive-compulsive disorder, and he couldn't kill anyone with one sword, so he felt that this thing was not done perfectly.

Such people are often a bit perverted, Tang Han felt that he waved his hand and let the shadow retreat.

"Your Majesty, it's getting late and the snow is getting heavy outside. Shouldn't it be time to go back to the city?" Zhang Long asked outside the tent.

The snowy sky is really meaningless. It is not convenient to hunt for a lot of snow, so Tang Han nodded and said, "Okay, pack up and go back to the city."

Zhang Long received the order, and soon the entire camp was packed up with extremely high efficiency. In less than a stick of incense, all the tents and supplies were packed on the horse's back.

Everyone rode their horses back against the wind and snow.

Tang Han's physical fitness is no longer afraid of the cold, and the bearskin cloak on his body makes him feel even more chilling. On the contrary, the feeling of snowflakes falling on his body makes him feel comfortable, happy, and without accelerating, he rides slowly and slowly.

Li Qingzhu and Ba Mingyue are both wearing red fox fur cloaks and the other is a white fox fur cloak. The Zhaojun lying rabbit warm hat made of fox fur on her head is also made of fox fur. It looks youthful and beautiful, and also has a graceful and luxurious feeling.

The two women were chattering and chatting happily. Ba Mingyue also spread her palms to catch the falling snowflakes, and even licked them curiously, which made Tang Han laugh.

Snowflakes are everywhere, the wind is roaring strangely, and the world is vast.

Tang Han couldn't help but be excited about this scene and chanted: "The scenery of the north is frozen thousands of miles away, and snow falls thousands of miles away..."

This poem is grand and is made by a great man of a generation. It is very suitable for the current situation. It is a must-use poem for time travelers to show off.

Tang Han thought that the words he recited would definitely make the two women's eyes appear, but after reading them for a long time, he found that the two women had no response. He turned around and saw that the two women were chatting happily, but he didn't hear his movements at all.

Moreover, the wind was too strong, and his voice was blown away as soon as it came out, so he failed to show off.

He shook his head, smiled mockingly, and was about to continue walking forward, but suddenly he saw a red thing buried in the snow not far from the left, which attracted his attention.

He looked carefully again and saw a curled human-shaped outline under the snow.

"Go down and see, there are people there." Tang Han said to a knight beside him.

The knight rode forward, jumped off the horse, pulled it with his hands, and a curled figure leaked out.

"Your Majesty, you are a woman, still alive." The knight checked for a while and reported loudly.

When Tang Han heard this, he strangled his mount, turned over and dismounted, and walked over to check it out.

It was indeed a woman, with several men's robes wrapped around her body, and a piece of red gauze was exposed at the bottom. Her face was pale and her breathing was faint, but she was obviously still alive.

Li Qingzhu and his two women also saw it at this time, stopped chatting, jumped off their horses and walked over.

She touched the woman without finding weapons. After checking it, she said to Tang Han: "Brother Han, she probably fainted because she couldn't stand the cold. Fortunately, it was not too long and she was saved."

Saving a life is better than building a seven-level Buddhist temple. Although Tang Han did not believe in Buddhism, he still had to save people.

Without thinking too much, he immediately ordered to save the person.

The guards quickly set up the tent and lit the stove. Tang Han asked someone to cook a bowl of ginger soup and pour the woman on.

Tang Han contributed his bearskin cloak and wrapped it in the woman.

After everyone's treatment, the woman slowly woke up soon after. When she opened her eyes, she saw a bunch of people surrounding her, and her expression suddenly became panicked.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!..." She shouted, her body shrank back and obviously was extremely scared.

Tang Han frowned, what did this woman go through?

Li Qingzhu said: "It is very likely that she has just experienced a disaster and has been greatly stimulated to do so."

Tang Han's thinking turned to something else.

The woman was wrapped in clothes and looked like a cloak worn by soldiers in the army, and it was covered with blood. Coupled with the exposed red gauze dress inside her, Tang Han not only thought of a possibility.

"Where is Gong Qi?" Tang Han turned around and asked.

A knight went out to find Gong Qi and soon came with Gong Qi.

"Your Majesty, what are your instructions?" Gong Qi said in a deep voice.

"Do you know this woman?" Tang Han asked, pointing at the woman.

Gong Qi looked carefully at the woman who was still shouting not to kill him, and said, "Your Majesty, I am not sure, I need to ask someone else."

Tang Han nodded and signaled him to find someone.

Soon, Gong Qi brought a few subordinates in.

When one of them saw the woman, he suddenly said, "Your Majesty, this woman seems to be a woman with the special envoy. At that time, in order to save his life, the guy pushed the woman out and blocked the knife. The situation was too chaotic at that time, and no one paid attention to whether this woman was dead or alive."

Tang Han understood that this woman should be the woman next to Zhao Mu. That guy was so shameless that he pushed the woman out to block the knife for him when he encountered danger, so he was severely stimulated and turned into this.

In a more modern sentence, this woman suffered from post-traumatic stress disorder, so she became like this.

He is also a poor person, and he said that it was caused by himself.

Tang Han waved his hand and signaled Gong Qi and the others to go out.

After everyone went out, Li Qingzhu looked at Tang Han and whispered: "Brother Han, if you think you can't stay, I will kill her immediately. If you keep it, it may be of some help to us understand the matter in the capital."

Tang Han could naturally hear that Li Qingzhu was politely pleading for this woman.

He looked at Li Qingzhu and said, "I am not a tyrant who kills innocent people. A poor woman, it is because of us. She will leave her to you. If she can return to normal, she will be with you in the future. If she cannot, then it doesn't matter if we raise her."

Li Qingzhu smiled and stood on tiptoe and kissed Tang Han on the face.
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