"He just went out like that, didn't you say a word to the prince? It's really unpleasant to do it on your own. ”

Yuan Lingjun came back from patrolling outside the city, and the servants served the food, and while she was enjoying it, a county official came to tell the truth, saying that the prince of Hailing had gone out of the city with twenty followers, and that the whereabouts of the bandits had been discovered before that.

"What's his name? Lone is talking about the son of King Hailing. ”

The county official was stunned for a moment, then looked up and replied: "The name of the prince is clear." ”

Yes, his name is Yin Tong.

"Since Shizitong is so sure, why do you need us to send troops to help him." Yuan Lingjun clasped the coffee table and said with a smile.

To her great surprise, Yin Tong was still as self-righteous as a few years ago and didn't take anyone seriously. Since he wants to succeed, he will not take him to heart.

After lunch, she rested for a long time, and the doctor she was looking for for arrived at the county guard. After all, only a doctor's diagnosis can be counted.

The handmaidens were the first to come out. Yuan Lingjun walked from the inner room to the guest hall, where the doctor was already waiting, and he used about half a cup of tea. Because the tea in the cup is still steaming, it will be poured.

As soon as she walked in, she sat down on the mat with a loud voice. The doctor immediately put down the teacup, stepped forward, and arched his sleeves to give a salute.

"Well, no need to be polite. You look at the pulse. Yuan Lingjun stretched out a white wrist, lowered his eyes and leaned on a few sides, signaling the doctor to come forward and diagnose.

The doctor walked up to her on his knees and pressed his pulse with his fingertips. Yuan Lingjun quietly observed the expression of the doctor.

Seeing that his face changed abruptly and his brows were tightly locked, Yuan Lingjun then held his breath, looking at the doctor's slightly closed eyes and not daring to take half a minute away.

"Weird, weird! The pulse is sometimes disturbed, but the disease is not deep...... Such a vein has never been encountered. The doctor muttered to himself. He slowly opened his eyes and explained, "The lady is more than five months pregnant, and the villain is undoubtedly confirmed, and congratulations to the lady." But it is a matter of the safety of the lady, and the villain dared to ask, the lady often takes medicine on weekdays, is it an incurable disease? ”

Yuan Ling disagreed: "I am suffering from a chronic illness, and the decoction is uninterrupted all year round. Healer, is there a difference in the pulse? ”

"No wonder. Xu is a villain who is too worried, this is just a disorder caused by a chronic disease......" The doctor did not answer her question, was silent for a moment, and went to the pen and inkstone prepared on the side to write the prescription for fetal protection. When he was done, one of the servants sent him out of the house.

His expression, but because the disease will be bad for the neutron in the abdomen. Yuan Lingjun clenched Fei Qiong Zhen in her sleeve, and an uneasy feeling emerged, making her flustered.

I don't know how long it took for her to wake up. Jiuwan sat down opposite, his face embarrassed.

Only then did Yuan Lingjun see the radiant Yang Zhai coming in from outside the door. Her forehead wasn't too badly wounded, but she couldn't be treated too casually, so she didn't comb her bun today, but tied her hair with a green thread behind her head, and the fluffy hair on both sides just covered the wound. Even if the makeup is so casual, it is difficult to hide her bewitching and charming face.

"The sixth sister's appetite has been so good lately, it's hard for you to still eat." Yang Zhai covered his mouth and stared exaggeratedly at the case full of tea fruits and snacks. She knelt on one side, her arms outstretched, and her large, richly decorated sleeves.

Yuan Lingjun secretly rolled his eyes, ignored her, stood up and walked out.

"I'm just here, why are you leaving?" Yang Zhai said behind his back. Yuan Lingjun always doesn't give face, and often makes her feel embarrassed and aggrieved.

Yuan Lingjun pretended not to hear, and left the house without looking back, preparing to go out of the city to inspect.

At this time, the county guard also happened to walk outside the door, and Zhang Zhang rushed inside in a panic.

Ninety thousand quickly grabbed him. The county guard looked up and saw Yuan Lingjun, and said without tears: "King, there is not much surplus food in the warehouse, and it will not be enough tomorrow morning, and the displaced people outside the city don't know where to get the news. ”

"Don't panic, go by alone." Yuan Lingjun pretended to be relaxed.

These outcasts are simply abominable. What is the difference between waiting for food to be delivered every day, without thinking about the way out, and animals in captivity? Since they don't have to worry about eating, why bother to work hard to survive, laziness has made them indulge in enjoyment, their spirits are sluggish, and they have to live a day and live a negative response to the rest of their lives.

She rushed to the front of the city, and all the craftsmen who repaired the gates were hiding in the city, and the chaos continued.

"Fujun, from tomorrow onwards, don't give down grain." When she said this, her resolute tone could not be questioned. The county guard couldn't help but feel dazed.

"I have traveled a great deal of my days outside the city, and I have found a valley twenty miles away, and behind the valley is a great wasteland, and you shall move them all, and give them grain and a small number of farm tools, and let them cultivate and sow seeds on their own, and if they do not obey, they shall be arrested and imprisoned."

"Yes." The county guard commanded.

"Spring has arrived, the harvest is just around the corner, whether to survive or not is just a thought." Yuan Lingjun has a lot of feelings. She smiled calmly, her hand stroking the mottled walls, her mind fluttering.

Jiuwan glanced at her silhouette, his face sank, and his hand couldn't help but clench the hilt.

Heavy clouds floated over Changjun, and trees with new leaves cast silhouettes on the ground. Yuan Lingjun looked at the scenery in the distance, and his eyes revealed a trace of coldness that was extremely inconsistent with his smile.

When she looked down at the city again, a figure flashed into view. Yuan Ling froze and didn't seem to dare to confirm it, so he rubbed his eyes vigorously and opened his eyes wide.

It was a woman over forty years old, struggling to stretch her limbs in the midst of the crowd, and unlike others, when people were going into the city, she was struggling to squeeze out of the city. The cloth she was wearing was very old, and even large patches could be seen, which were extremely abrupt, and her hair was so dry that there was no luster at all, but the eyes were very bright.

Yuan Lingjun turned around and ran away, not caring about calling 90,000, and ran downstairs with his two legs involuntarily. There has always been a voice urging in my heart: hurry, hurry.

It's her! After so many years, we have to see you again. Her eyes were moist and she couldn't make out the exact direction.

Yuan Lingjun stopped and stood in the crowd in a dejected state, his gaze swept over very quickly, looking for the familiar face among the unfamiliar faces. Where is she? I saw her just now.

The wind was blowing, the wide sleeves of the robe were agitating, and the wind was blowing behind him, tightly tensed around the body, outlining the slender figure, and the noise around seemed to be isolated, and she seemed to be the only one left in the world.

"Hold the fan, hold the fan......" Tears fell down, and my throat felt uncomfortable.

Ninety thousand arrived, standing a few steps behind him, motionless.

Yuan Lingjun let the cold wind hit his face over and over again, and his skin trembled slightly, arousing a feeling of tingling. She has been looking for her for so many years, but she is obsessed with the ending of the son of Beigong Mountain, and at this time she finally has the opportunity to ask, but the fan is not there at all, it is clearly her own illusion. She looked at the crowd with tears in her eyes.

"-Fan!"

In the vast crowd, a middle-aged woman looked back. She heard her name called, but when she listened closely, no one called her.

I guess it's an auditory hallucination. She shook her head, and disappeared into the long river of people, and gradually, she was no longer visible.