Chapter 152: Wanwan’s Pregnancy Reaction
After the team raiding the Turkic camp at Iron Mountain left, the person with the highest rank in the entire Yin Mountain Camp was this Prince of Chengen. Tang Tuan was responsible for guarding this Prince of Chengen recently.
Tang Tuan felt increasingly strange in his heart.
If the Boss cared so much about this royal relative, why didn’t he dismount to meet him when he first saved the Prince of Chengen?
If he didn’t care, why did he leave Tang Tuan behind, and whisper instructions before leaving:
“He can’t eat ‘hair’ foods (foods that trigger inflammation) right now, especially fish and shrimp.”
No matter how he heard it, it sounded like a feeding guide, right?
Tang Tuan felt something was very wrong. He had never seen the Boss treat anyone other than the little Emperor with such caution. Could it be that because the Prince of Chengen was from the wife’s family, he had to treat him equally?
Tang Tuan scratched his head and met with the Prince of Chengen alone.
The Prince was also tiny. After leaving the central command tent, he returned to his own tent, wearing a hood and drinking noodle soup. Maybe because of the cold weather, he held the bowl with both hands, drinking gududu. His face was extremely small, chin pointed, making the bowl look bigger than his head.
The scene was inexplicably comical.
Tang Tuan found it funny, cute enough to want to pat his head. Tang Tuan suppressed the inexplicable sense of familiarity and kowtowed to the Prince of Chengen: “Greetings, Your Highness.”
The Prince of Chengen put down the bowl, satisfied but without burping. His eating manners were quite pretty. He pulled the edges of his hood with both hands, took it off in front of Tang Tuan, and blinked his doe eyes with a hint of slyness.
“General Tang. Have you eaten?”
“Your… YourâYour Majesty!!!” Tang Tuan was shocked.
He never expected that the ruler high in the temples would come to this bitter cold place unbeknownst to gods or ghosts. But if it was the little Emperor, the Boss’s sudden change in attitude and leaving him to guard all made perfect sense.
Wuwu, the Boss really trusted him the most, having a little Emperor needing custodial care.
Tang Tuan quickly scanned Wei Wanlanâs dining table. He had scarfed down quite a lot for one meal. He was tiny but could eat. Fortunately, there were no fish or shrimp, but…
“Why can’t Your Majesty eat fish and shrimp?”
Wei Wanlan: “Oh, Zhen suffered a small injury.” Wei Wanlan paused: “On the back. The Regent King always says fish and shrimp will cause it to flare up.”
It was just fear of inflammation and suppuration.
Tang Tuan couldn’t help but exclaim “fairy-tale romance” in his heart, but said calmly: “The Regent King also suffered a small injury. The whole camp knew about it that night. It was this subordinate making a fuss over nothing. I hope you don’t worry.”
Wei Wanlan didn’t want to mention the injury verification again. He had verified it personally; there was no injury there. It was very active, very extraordinary.
Wei Wanlan awkwardly avoided his gaze.
But he asked in a whisper: “So what exactly was the ‘injury to the bladder’?”
Tang Tuan was confused.
Wei Wanlan reminded him: “Didn’t the military doctor say it?”
Tang Tuan: “The military doctor did treat the Prince, but the doctor said it was a ‘common injury’ (shang shi xun chang).” He asked curiously: “Your Majesty, what is a ‘bladder’ (shang zai pang guang)?”
Wei Wanlan: …
How could he forget, ancient times didn’t have the concept of a bladder!
It was a misheard lyric (mondegreen) on his part!!!
This time, verifying the injury got himself into it. He initiated it; he wanted to give the Regent King a scratch. So for the next two whole days and nights, he was nian nian jiang jiang (intimately tossed about) by the Regent King. The loss of control couldn’t even be blamed on the Regent King.
Why did he always do such baffling things QAQ.
Wei Wanlan condemned himself in his heart.
Tang Tuan hurriedly broke the silence: “This subordinate is bold to ask, why did Your Majesty come to the front line personally?”
“To deliver supplies.” Wei Wanlan lowered his eyes, casually pulling out the excuse he used for Su Jingzhi. “And Zhen missed the Regent King.”
Tang Tuan cheered in his heart for the second time.
He never expected that the Boss, who looked like he might be momentarily careless and end up recorded in history as a wolfishly ambitious powerful minister, would actually reconcile with the little Emperor in the end, and receive such heartfelt devotion from him.
Throughout history, which Son of Heaven didn’t hate the Regent who shared imperial power?
Did the Boss trade five generations of accumulated virtue for this encounter with the little Emperor?
Tang Tuan sighed with emotion.
There were no specific military duties for the little Emperor in the camp.
But knowing his identity as Emperor, Tang Tuan could take him around wherever he wanted. If he was willing to give guidance, um, it wasn’t impossible.
After the meal, the little Emperor wanted to go to the Quartermaster’s depot.
Before going out, Wei Wanlan put on makeup in front of Tang Tuan. He used charcoal to lightly slope the corners of his eyes downward. His habitual innocent smile became a bit mournful. Except for a few famous generals, most soldiers in the expeditionary army hadn’t seen the little Emperor. He could show his face without always wearing a hood.
The two Red Barbarian Cannons were still at the Quartermaster’s depot.
Wei Wanlan went to find them.
It was just that these two Cannon Brothers were a bit miserable. Dignified cross-era weapons of mass destruction were actually used by the camp soldiers as fulcrums to reinforce tents during the two days of gales.
It was Wei Wanlan who ordered them dug out of the snowdrifts that allowed the two Cannon Brothers to emerge from their snowy nest.
The Red Barbarian Cannons were wiped clean by soldiers and presented before Wei Wanlan.
Dark and heavy.
The Quartermasters didn’t know what this was. Tang Tuan didn’t know either. A group of people surrounded the cannons, examining them carefully. Finally, someone couldn’t hold back:
“Prince, Your Highness, what exactly is it?”
Wei Wanlan: “It’s a weapon. Um… a very powerful one.”
As a result, a soldier thought he knew and chimed in: “Haha, I’ve seen this thing. A while ago, Transport Vice-General Zhang fought the enemy General Hashiman using this heavy weapon. One swing knocked down a whole swath of Turkic soldiers!”
Wei Wanlan was helpless: “It doesn’t seem to be used like that.”
Great Wei soldiers were always so enthusiastic. A group of people gestured blindly at the Quartermaster’s depot for half a day and didn’t come up with any procedure. Instead, their descriptions of the Red Barbarian Cannon became increasingly outrageous.
Seeing that he was about to be led astray, Wei Wanlan felt this was a heavy weapon and quickly suggested leaving to ask other departments.
Tang Tuan then shouldered the two cannon barrels, one on each side, like a giant carrying huge trees, and arrived at the Camp Armory.
The Armory was responsible for distributing, repairing, and building weapons.
Wei Wanlan felt that bringing the Red Barbarian Cannons here should be professionally relevant.
He quickly gave a brief explanation to the master craftsmen of the Armory, gesturing and describing, patting the cannon barrel with both hands and speaking slowly:
“It’s just… there will be a ball inside. When used, the ball will be shot out of the iron tube. Boomâ”
It sounded quite magical.
The craftsmen of the Armory looked at each other, finding this idea interesting. The craftsmen, being more professional with machinery, unanimously agreed this wasn’t a heavy melee weapon.
Instead, someone asked curiously: “Then, Prince, Your Highness, according to what you said, it might be similar to another form of catapult. But if stones are put into the cannon barrel, how are they launched?”
The Armory of the Yin Mountain Camp wasn’t responsible for weapon R&D; they only did assembly and repair work.
Another craftsman asked: “Where did this weapon Your Highness brought come from? If it’s new equipment from the Directorate for Armaments, didn’t the Ministry of War send corresponding operators?”
Wei Wanlan shook his head. To explain the birth of the weapon of mass destruction, he conveniently pinned the blame on the Ministry of War: “No craftsmen. This is a semi-finished product. The master who made it only fired it once by accident. Because the power was huge, this King brought it to ask if any of you could use it.”
Regrettably, the Armory was also helpless.
However, a craftsman was slightly more sensitive, catching the keyword and asking back: “Fire (Kai Huo – Open Fire/Start Fire)?”
“Yes. Open fire.” Saying this reminded Wei Wanlan. Unfortunately, he wasn’t a science student. His understanding of machinery stopped at the surface level. “It seems gunpowder is needed to propel it. Zhen… Um, it should be related to gunpowder. Needs ignition.”
The military craftsmen listened very seriously.
Wei Wanlan continued to make things up based on a modern person’s cognition. As he made things up, he marveled that he was somewhat making it sound plausible:
“When gunpowder burns, it pushes the ball, spewing out of the cannon barrel with great momentum. Shooting it out can smash a whole area! Even the place where the shell lands will be smashed into a ring-shaped crater nearby!”
A machine never seen before drew the craftsmen to cup their hands: “Impressive, impressive, truly a weapon of mass destruction. Please continue your research, Prince, Your Highness…” The craftsmen of the Armory were full of anticipation. For a moment, they admired the Prince of Chengen from Chang’an even more.
Wei Wanlan went in circles for half a day, discovering it was actually useless. The ancients had zero cognitive basis for Red Barbarian Cannons.
Wei Wanlan shook his head: “This King will.”
The cannon barrels of the Red Barbarian Cannons were then carried into the Prince of Chengen’s tent by Tang Tuan.
Two large cannon barrels took up a quarter of the small tent. Wei Wanlanâs activity space visibly decreased. This made Tang Tuan feel terrified, worried he wasn’t taking good care of the little Emperor. He suggested:
“Why don’t you go stay in the central command tent?”
“No. What would that look like? Zhen is currently Wei Wanqing.”
He couldn’t put a green hat on himself, right?
Wei Wanlan crossed his arms with great principle, and Tang Tuan actually saw a bit of a small animal guarding its food in his manner.
Tang Tuan found it funny:
“Then sleep early. If the wound is uncomfortable, summon the military doctor promptly, and send someone to tell this subordinate.”
“Okay.”
“The Prince actually suffered an injury when he returned to camp that day. His wound medicine is more effective than what the Quartermaster distributes. I brought it for you.”
But as Tang Tuan handed over the small medicine bottle, he added:
“The dragon body is precious. Please forgive this subordinate for not daring to apply it for you.” The Boss knows and will take a knife to slaughter me.
Wei Wanlan took the medicine bottle and demonstrated his body’s flexibility to Tang Tuan on the spot. A cosplayer who often awkward-danced at comic conventions, Wei Wanlan was fearless. He could clasp his hands behind his back.
“Thank you. Zhen can reach it with a little effort.”
“Thank you for your understanding, Your Majesty! Please do your best, Your Majesty!”
The scene suddenly became strangely spirited. Wei Wanlan was very confused.
Wei Wanlan slept very deeply that night.
Even without the Nine Dragon Mirror, and without the Regent King accompanying him, when drowsiness hit, he couldn’t resist it. He craved deep sleep, feeling an unprecedented exhaustion. Falling asleep seemed to require huge effort just to breathe.
He thought he had a fever again and wanted to call the military doctor.
But it wasn’t that unbearable. He curled up in the tent, dreaming intermittently.
Most of the dreams were about grasslands and running puppies. Two dogs obediently pawed at Wei Wanlanâs calves, begging for hugs and attention. The dogs were full of enthusiasm.
Wei Wanlan picked up the two dogs.
The puppies greeted him energetically and politely: “Woof woof! Woof woof!”
So cute.
Cute enough to want to take them all back to the Purple Forbidden City. He decided to raise some small animals when he returned to the palace this time.
Wei Wanlan played with puppies all night in his dream, but he still felt tired after sleeping for a long time.
It was already noon when he woke up the next day.
Wei Wanlan struggled to get up from the couch, feeling a backache connected to pain in his hip bone axis. He attributed this reaction to the excessive intensity of those two days and nights. His face became very hot, certain images flashing intermittently in his mind. Making a small note against the Regent King in his heart, he yawned and left the tent.
Snow was still falling outside the camp.
The snow in the north fell with a crackling sound hitting the snow surface. The cold outside clashed with the warmth inside the tent. He inhaled a breath of cold air and acutely felt a dull pain in his stomach, pouting slightly.
Tang Tuan had been waiting outside for a long time, his face glowing as he presented the military report:
“Prince, Your Highness! Iron Mountain Camp has been captured. The Prince’s surprise attack was successful. Our battle line needs to continue pushing north. The army needs to follow up slowly to occupy Iron Mountain. We’re moving camp!”
Wei Wanlan was still sleepy when he took the military report, understanding only half of it.
He tried hard to digest the information just now, ruminating constantly in his mind, and finally asked:
“Meaning, Wei’s territory has expanded again?”
“Yes, Iron Mountain Camp is only three hundred-odd miles from the current Turkic Royal Court at Qikou,” Tang Tuan explained patiently to the little Emperor, pointing at the empty air. “We occupy Iron Mountain. Ashina will inevitably flee to the Royal Court. Next, we attack the Royal Court. He’s almost finished!”
This sentence was very straightforward.
Wei Wanlan nodded. The army was already dismantling tents and loading carts at maximum speed.
He was a little surprised to see the camp, which looked like a city rising from the ground in Yin Mountain, fade from its original appearance under the swift actions of the soldiers, becoming a vast wilderness again.
Tang Tuan prepared a military carriage for Wei Wanlan. He knew the little Emperor couldn’t ride a horse.
Tang Tuan lifted the curtain. The carriage was padded softly and cleaned very well. A soldier came over and placed a mounting stool at Wei Wanlanâs feet:
“Your Highness, please.”
He didn’t really want to be special in the team. Wei Wanlan thought.
Just as he was about to decline, he saw that Tang Tuan and the others were ready to move. If they prepared a horse for him, he couldn’t ride fast anyway. So he comforted himself that sitting in the carriage would not delay the army’s progress.
Wei Wanlan boarded the carriage.
It was a bit stuffy inside. The insulation was good, and charcoal was burning inside.
Tang Tuan whispered instructions from outside: “Marching isn’t like Chang’an. There are inevitably many things this subordinate can’t take care of. You must find me if there’s anything.”
“Okay.”
The whip cracked, and the vehicle moved forward.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the wheels moved, Wei Wanlan had a reaction in the carriage!
Stomach, so painful…
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