Mu Jin didn't know that she didn't reply to Han Yuntao, which caused a lot of loss in Han Yuntao's heart.

Her mind was focused on the young man in front of her.

"You said you were going to disaster relief?"

Song Yanzhao on the opposite side looked a little heavy, "Well, Shuangliu, De'an, Pengzhou, Jianyang......... More than a dozen county towns were flooded, many people's houses were washed away, people were also washed away, and the people were seriously affected. ”

Mu Jin glanced at the heavy rain that was still falling outside, and the damp wind mixed with the raindrops knocked on the window lattice, blowing into the house through the cracks, making people feel cold.

This incessant rain has been falling for more than half a month, and it shows no signs of stopping.

"I have to go with the Praetorian Guards, almost half of Yizhou Road has been affected this time, I just took over Yizhou Road, I have to go ......in person" Song Yanzhao's voice was a little hoarse, looking at the silent girl in front of him fixedly, and explained with some eagerness.

The girl on the opposite side had her head lowered, her eyelashes were not trembling, she didn't know what she was thinking, and Song Yanzhao was a little apprehensive when she saw it.

He actually didn't want to go now, there were still three days left for her banquet, he wanted to hairpin for her with his own hands, and watch her and adults with his own eyes.

They said that they would be engaged at the banquet, although it has been raining for more than half a month, and he has not yet come to the door to propose.

Song Yanzhao felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, but now most of Yizhou Road has been affected, and now the military and political affairs of Yizhou Road are in his hands, and he must personally go to the disaster relief, so as to appease the people and stabilize the people's hearts.

In addition, he had been training the Praetorian Guards for a while, and he wanted to take this opportunity to make them grow a little more.

Only in the face of natural disasters, in the face of life and death, can the bloody nature of soldiers be stimulated.

In addition, there is another important reason, there are too many places affected by the disaster this time, and the strength of the Praetorian Guard alone cannot cover all the affected counties, and besides, he can't take all the Praetorian Guards away, and someone must stay in Chengdu Prefecture.

Therefore, he must use the 50,000 Southwest Army in the hands of the Marquis of the Southwest this time.

Only if he personally leads the troops, the Marquis of the Southwest will not refuse him, and if it is anyone, the Marquis of the Southwest will not hand over the command of the Southwest Army!

Therefore, he had to go for this disaster relief.

It's just that he couldn't personally send Mu Jin's hairpin, and he felt very sorry in his heart.

Mu Jin raised his head and pointed to the white jade hairpin on his head with a smile, "You have already sent me a hairpin!"

Song Yanzhao's eyes fell on the white jade hairpin she had been carrying, and her eyes suddenly became gentle.

This hairpin was given by him on Chinese New Year's Eve, and since then, Mu Jin has been carrying it every day.

"Silly girl, how can it be the same!" Song Yanzhao took her into his arms and kissed her forehead, "The hairpin is different. ”

And hairpin hair means that you have grown up and can marry a wife.

Mu Jin blinked, she didn't know much about the etiquette of Ji Lu, and was about to ask, but she felt her hair tight, and when she turned her head sideways, she saw Song Yanzhao picking up the hair she was draping behind her.

"What are you doing?" she asked, confused.

Song Yanzhao didn't speak, holding her black and silky hair with his big hand, and pulling it up according to the method he remembered, but in a moment, he put it in a simple bun.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, fortunately, he practiced with his hair until midnight yesterday, and his efforts were not in vain.

Song Yanzhao took out a plum blossom inlaid pearl hosta from his arms and easily fixed the bun.

"Jin'er, I will personally make your hairpin, you will be mine in the future, when I come back, we will be engaged!" he fixed Mu Jin in his arms and whispered in her ear.

The young man's low and gentle voice sounded in his ears, and the warm breath he exhaled blew on her earlobes, Mu Jin shrank into her arms and pressed softly.

Song Yanzhao's eyes suddenly burst into infinite brilliance, and he kissed her fiercely, and then reluctantly let go of her.

"I still have to go to the Southwest Hou to discuss the disaster relief, I have to go. He took a deep breath and turned to walk out.

"Wait a minute!" Mu Jin grabbed him, "Wait for me, I'll be back right away." ”

After that, without waiting for Song Yanzhao to react, he turned around and ran out, but after a while, he ran back again, holding a piece of paper and a small medicine bag in his hand.

"Here are several commonly used medicinal materials, you will use them with you, and the paper is the disaster relief precautions I wrote, I hope it can help you." Her bright eyes looked at Song Yanzhao, and she wanted to say something, but her lips moved, but she didn't say it.

Song Yanzhao didn't notice her expression of wanting to speak and stopped, and looked at the scribbled handwriting on the paper, obviously she wrote it in a hurry.

"Well, wait until I'll come back!" He glanced at Mu Jin deeply, and strode out with his things.

Mu Jin looked at his distant back, was in a trance, turned around and instructed Uncle Luo to start preparing commonly used medicinal materials such as typhoid fever and trauma.

Song Yanzhao went to see the Marquis of the Southwest, and put forward the idea of the whole army going to disaster relief straight to the point, to his surprise, the Marquis of the Southwest agreed without hesitation, and directly gave him the talisman of the Southwest Army, stating that the generals of the Southwest Army all obeyed his command.

As soon as Song Yanzhao left, the Southwest Hou Shizi looked at the Southwest Hou with puzzlement, "Father, how can you hand over the command of the Southwest Army?"

The Marquis of Southwest glanced at him, "What he wants is right, if I don't hand it over, do I have to wait to be accused by the people of Yizhou Road?"

Hou Shizi of the Southwest said stupidly: "I think he deliberately found the right time to seize your military power, father, how can you follow his wishes, he just wants to use our Southwest Army to make a name for him on Yizhou Road and win the hearts of the people! Isn't it disaster relief? The generals in our Southwest Army can also ......... it."

Southwest Hou Liang glanced at his eldest son, "You personally led the troops?"

The voice of Hou Shizi of the southwest suddenly stopped.

After many days of heavy rain, the water level soared, and even caused flash floods, and I heard that many people were washed away, and the bodies were nowhere to be found.

What's more, it's still raining, so he would be stupid to run to the disaster area to get drenched in the rain.

The Southwest Marquis snorted, and his son's thoughts were clear at a glance, he squinted his eyes and smiled, and said lightly: "It is the credit of the Southwest Army that no one can snatch!

The Southwest Hou Shizi looked at him puzzled, but the Southwest Hou smiled, turned his head and ordered something else, "You go to meet the Han Governor and remind him that the soldiers have gone to the disaster relief, and the people who stay in the rear must also do what they can!"

What can you do? Southwest Hou Shizi's eyes rolled, he understood.

On the second day after Song Yanzhao led the troops away, the government posted a notice calling for donations of money, materials and medicine, and at the same time dispatched all the doctors from the medicine hall to the disaster area to participate in the rescue!

Heshuntang was the first to stand up and respond, and Xinglintang, as a medical center that has been in the limelight recently, is naturally within the scope of the transfer.