The days of Jingjia Yueshu passed quickly in the thoughts and busyness.

The world is peaceful, and there is no big battle to fight, which does not mean that swords and guns can be put into storage and horses can be put in Nanshan. When there are people in the world, there is strife; No matter how good the times are, there is a gap between the rich and the poor, and there are people who do evil. If the grass falls into the coward, that is the target of the government's killing.

In the place where she was guarding, the people were fierce, bandits were quite rampant, and the people suffered for a long time. After Jing Jiayue took office, he advocated exerting all efforts to suppress the bandits, and in the past two years, the bandits in the prefectures and counties have been resolved, the people have been able to live and work in peace and contentment, and the imperial court decrees have been smoothly implemented. Yu Wenrui was overjoyed, promoted her to the rank of martial arts, and specially allowed her to return to Beijing to take up a job and visit relatives.

Two years have passed in such a flash, and the Beijing Division is still a lively and extraordinary Beijing Division, but the difference is that the Miss Sun of the Jing family, who used to be in the Beijing Division, has no scruples. Jing Jiayue took a few entourage soldiers, traveled lightly, and the moment the horse's hooves stepped into the gate of the Beijing Division, she was full of emotion in her heart.

In the past two years, she has written letters with Yu Wenrui, her grandfather, and her parents, but she has not written a word to the person she misses the most. It's not that she doesn't want to write, but she wants to write too much, but she can't write -

She, Jing Jiayue, has long lost the frivolity and ignorance of her youth, and she is an official in the border county alone, and the warmth of human feelings and the complexity of officialdom have long worn out her willful edges and corners, and her temperament has become more and more calm and introverted.

Feeling cowardly in her hometown, Jing Jiayue panicked. Looking at the strange passer-by in front of her, she subconsciously clenched the reins of the horse, which was rare to walk leisurely in the street market.

Jing Jiayue thought about her own thoughts, and the soldiers behind her suddenly came up and said carefully: "General, where are we going?" ”

Jing Jiayue was stunned, where are you going? Naturally, it's going home!

It was only then that she realized that this was not the way to the British Mansion at all. Inadvertently, she came to the door of the Anhe County Lord's Mansion.

Jing Jiayue couldn't help but smile bitterly, no matter how much she avoided it on the surface, she still thought of her tightly in her heart.

She wanted to avoid it, turned her horse's head and left—

Even if two years of training have made her appearance and complexion change a little, the old man in the county lord's mansion must be able to recognize her. If it reaches Yun Sujun's ears, it will be quite embarrassing.

Don't wait for her to turn her ideas into action. I was shocked by the situation in front of the county lord's mansion, the door was closed, deserted, and there was no figure in half, what kind of situation was this?

Jing Jiayue's heart slipped to her throat. She remembered clearly that in a private message with Yuwen Ruitong, she inquired about Yun Sujun's recent situation in a roundabout way. Yu Wenrui was extremely frank and told Jing Jiayue everything he knew without reservation.

Yun Sujun is still alone, Yun Sujun is still the same, Yun Sujun always enters the palace to ask for peace for the Queen Mother......

Could it be that she has entered the palace at this moment? Jing Jiayue guessed.

But even if you enter the palace, the door will not be closed, just like this person...... Don't live here at all, do you?

Jing Jiayue's chest hurt, and she thought of a possibility very unexpectedly......

No, it won't! Didn't His Majesty say that she was "still alone"? If the lord of the dignified county is married, or if he is still a horse, will there be no news to be revealed?

Probably cares about it. What could have been denied by simply thinking about it now became more complicated for her, and the more she thought about it, the more unsteady she became-

Is she really married? Is everyone hiding from themselves, for fear that they will make a big mess?

Jing Jiayue felt dizzy in her head, and she almost fell off her horse.

"General! General, what's wrong with you? The pro-soldier hurriedly asked.

Jing Jiayue settled down and shook her head vigorously. She stared at the tightly closed gate of the county lord's mansion and questioned her original decision.

Who is the one who persuaded herself to let go of her? Now, which one can't let go of in your heart? Isn't this a slap in the face?

In the past two years, Meng Wanting's letters have been frequent, in addition to telling Jing Jiayue to take care of her body and take care of herself, the most mentioned thing is Jing Jiayue's marriage. She is over 20 years old this year, and even though the women of Da Zhou are still married late, at her age, most of them are also married to women, and their mothers have become parents. But she was still alone.

Jing Jiayue knows that her mother is in a hurry, but can she force this kind of thing? She has no intention of marrying anyone, whether they are male or female. There is only one person in her heart......

But the man was almost thirty years old. Even if she is the lord of the county, won't others talk about her marriage? The Manchu Dynasty is civil and military, won't there be anyone who is worried about his own children who are still county horses?

After all, this is the one who can be called the closest relatives of today. To be able to climb with her is to be related to the emperor, who doesn't want to?

The more Jing Jiayue thought about it, the more panicked she became, she was in no mood to go home, and ordered her soldiers: "Go and ask, where is the county lord of Anhe now?" ”

An inconspicuous house on an inconspicuous side street in the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty is now the place where ordinary people in Beijing talk about it the most, and it is also the place where the whole street is crowded with water every day.

The house is the most common style in Beijing, made of blue bricks, and it will not attract anyone's attention if it is lost in the bustling city. On the lintel hangs a plaque of the most ordinary dark brown, on which are simply written two large characters: Medical Hall.

There are no names, no ornate decorations, it seems to just tell passers-by: this is just a pure medical hall, a pure place to see the sick and seek medical treatment.

Fuqing is the guy here. At three o'clock, he removed the partition as usual, opened the door wide, and prepared for business.

There is no suspense, there is already a long queue outside the door, cloth clothes, short brown, thorn hairpin, all of the people who come here to see the disease are ordinary people. Seeing that the door of the medical hall was open as scheduled, everyone had a smile of relief on their faces. They were extremely orderly, lining up outside the door one by one, and from time to time new arrivals came up at the end of the line.

Fuqing is also a low-level poor child, and he knows how terrible it is for poor people to get sick. Whenever he saw the grateful faces of these patients after being cured and their symptoms were alleviated or even cured, Fuqing was particularly proud of his county lord.

In a respectful position and able to sympathize with the poor and weak, the county lord Bodhisattva's heart!

Yun Sujun, as in the past, got up at the hour to freshen up, and began to be busy with the simplest morning food, a porridge, a cake, and a plate of side dishes.

Half a year ago, she chose this inconspicuous house as a medical center, except for the daily entry into the palace to ask for peace for the queen mother and the emperor, and spent the rest of her time here. Every day, I was busy from three o'clock to two o'clock, and I couldn't even drink hot tea. Sometimes there were many patients, and she was afraid that she would delay the treatment, so she was greedy and sick until midnight.

This kind of life, tiring but fulfilling, is far more interesting than the idle days she used to live. Moreover, being able to heal patients and see them heal and leave is the greatest sense of accomplishment for a healer.

Choosing such a life, Yun Sujun was not on a whim.

First, what she is good at is medicine, but the skills she has learned are only used to serve those in power, which is in conflict with the education she has received since childhood, and she does not want to look at the ordinary people who are sick but have no money and no way to get medical treatment.

Second, Jing Jiayue left, and her heart was gone. She misses Jing Jiayue and cares about her safety, but she can't do anything about it. Every few days of singing, there are powerful people from the DPRK and China who come to visit the palace and show her favor either bluntly or tortuously, with the intention of concluding marriage. Yun Sujun no longer wanted to stay in the mansion for even a quarter of an hour, and he no longer wanted to be with any high-ranking officials and nobles. She was tired of living like that.

So, there was this medical center. She is so busy every day that she has no time to miss Jing Jiayue, and she doesn't have to deal with those who want to propose relatives, Yun Sujun thinks this is very good. Although the people who see the sick are often shy in their pockets, so that she has to pay for the medicine in vain more than once a day, but what is this?

Only Yu Wenrui, after hearing about this, smiled and said, "Sister has lost a lot of money now", but the amount allocated to her has quadrupled.

At noon, another patient passed away with great gratitude. Yun Sujun moved to support her back, which had been almost stiff for two hours, she felt that her throat was dry, and reached out to get the tea cup next to her, but found that only half a cup of herbal tea remained.

Yun Sujun sighed silently and called the maid to add tea. In the past, at this time, there would be very few patients, so she could have a little time to rest, seize the time to have lunch, and then rebuild her energy to cope with the busyness of the afternoon.

But after calling a few times in a row, without half a response from the maid, Yun Su Junfang was shocked to find that she was the only one in the huge room.

An inexplicable emotion crossed her heart for a moment, and she subconsciously looked at the door-

Against the sun, a tall figure stood there quietly, familiar and unfamiliar.

In an instant, all of Yun Sujun's senses disappeared, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't hear any sound, and his body seemed to have lost the reality of existence...... All her souls were focused on the visual.

Yes, she saw the comer clearly, even if the light was blocked, even if the other party's facial features were hidden in the shadows. That's the person she cares about, the person she has described countless times in her mind, how can she not recognize it?

"You ......" Yun Sujun wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he found that his throat was very dry. When I tried to say something, I was already in tears.

Jing Jiayue slowly took a few steps closer to her, and her face became extremely clear.

I grew taller, my skin deepened, and my facial features grew open...... Yun Sujun's gaze wandered uncontrollably around her body and cheeks—

Finally, she saw her again.

Finally, she appeared in front of her safely.

That's nice......

Yun Sujun cried and laughed, and couldn't tell whether he was crying or laughing.

"This is the infirmary, right?" Jing Jiayue asked her with a smile, and there was a glitter in her eyes.

"Yes......" Yun Sujun's lips trembled.

"I want to heal." Jing Jiayue said.

"What disease?" Yun Sujun's nasal cavity was very sore.

"Heart disease!" Jing Jiayue's right palm pressed on his heart, staring intently at Yun Sujun's eyes, "You need a miracle medicine to heal ......"

"Yes...... What miracle medicine? Yun Sujun's tears kept coming out of his eyes.

"You! Only you can make me recover from my illness and never relapse in my life! Jing Jiayue looked at her calmly, not afraid.

Yun Sujun couldn't cry anymore.

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