Liu Yanping's sycophants were steady, and as his voice fell, King Jing's eyebrows and eyes were full of incomprehensible smiles, and he also secretly sighed.

But soon Mu Qingao's face returned to its previous coldness, and he instructed Su Yi, who was stunned, "Ask Qingyun what she wants to eat, go to Qingyuan Mansion to buy it back immediately, and give the farmer more silver, I'm afraid we will have to bother here for a few days before leaving." ”

"Lord Wang, the war in Biansai is tight, if we are still delayed here, I'm afraid we will ......" Su Yi blurted out a few days of worries.

Mu Qingao raised his eyebrows, and glanced at Su Yi unhappily, "Do as I say." ”

That glance was full of deep dissatisfaction and warning, and the frightened plain clothes quickly shut up, retreated in a cold sweat, and went to the light cloud house to reply.

At the same time that Mu Qingao reprimanded Su Yi, Liu Yanping was also frightened, sitting like a needle felt, he secretly raised his eyes to glance at Jiang Jue who was standing behind Mu Qingao, that iron lump was running around all night like him, and he could still stand tall and stand aside.

Anyway, everyone is working for the same person, and Jiang Pimple has a bad conscience, so he won't tell him the lady of Westinghouse in advance...... Who is she sacred? How can you let the reserved and elegant Jing Wang Ye be angry at the crown and turn into a red face?

In the west room, Qingyun was nervous and uneasy to dress Doubao, who was a little angry when she got up, because she was afraid that she would pretend to be sick and be discovered by Lin Xuao, she made a mistake with her clothes several times, put her pants on her head, or stuffed her feet into her sleeves, and the painful Doubao couldn't help but protest against her mother's absent-mindedness.

"Mother!" The boy found that his lovely mother's eyes were dilated, and he grabbed her arm and squeezed it hard.

Qingyun came back to his senses, looked at Doubao blankly and asked, "Why are you pinching your mother?" ”

"Mother, what's wrong with you?" Dou Bao looked up at Song Qingyun with a small face.

"Oh, nothing." Qingyun rubbed his face vigorously to cheer himself up.

At this time, Su Yi came in with a curtain, and when he saw Doubao also getting up, he hurriedly grabbed his clothes and waited for Doubao to put them on.

"Madam, Lord Lin said that he would stay in the village for a few days for the time being, and then set off when Madame was well."

"What...... What the? Song Qingyun looked at Su Yi in disbelief. She knew that she was a little messy, and she was still fighting, so she didn't want to go, so she delayed the time and pretended to be sick, but she didn't expect Lin Xuao not only didn't poke her, but also stayed for a few more days with her wish.

Vaguely aware of something, Qingyun's heart was filled with joy, but it was quickly replaced by other emotions, and he was a little irritable.

"I see, thank you Lord Lin for me." Qingyun said in a low voice.

Song Mo's child turned around and looked at Song Qingyun suspiciously.

Soon her irritability turned to anger, and Su Yi brought over a large bowl of black potion.

Sea Bowl, a huge sea bowl, in Qingyun's opinion, this bowl can be used to raise fish.

"What? What's in here? Knowing that it was a medicine for himself, Qingyun still asked with a fluke mentality.

"Madam, the medicine is bitter, you drink it slowly." After saying that, he put down the sea bowl and left the room as if fleeing.

Qingyun wanted to pour it out directly, but when he turned his head and saw Doubao staring at him intently, he naturally wanted to set an example in front of the child, so Qingyun had to drink it hard.

The medicine is sweet and sour, and for a while Qingyun didn't know whether to be angry or angry.

At noon, she ate half a bowl of rice, and when she raised her eyes, she found that Su Yi was looking at her strangely.

"What's wrong? I have rice particles on my face?"

"No, ma'am, you have a good appetite."

If you drink all the big bowl of medicine, won't you have a good stomach?

In the afternoon, I slept with Doubao in my arms, and I heard the neighing of horses outside in a daze, and the borrowed farmhouse was built at the foot of the mountain, with a single courtyard, and few people passed by here, how could there be the sound of horses' hooves?

Qingyun curiously pushed open the window and looked out, there were two black horses tied to the door of the firewood, with white air bubbling from their nostrils, and the male owner of the farmer's house was holding a bundle of grass to feed the horses.

"Plain clothes?" Qingyun shouted at the door, and soon Suyi pushed the door in, and at the moment she closed the door, Qingyun heard a voice in the opposite room.

"Madame, you call me?" Suyi looked at her and asked.

"Uh, there's a guest?" Song Qingyun pointed to the east house and asked in a low voice.

"Yes, I'm here to deliver a letter to Lord Lin."

"How did they find here?" Qingyun showed surprise on his face, there are people from Lin Xu Ao in such a remote place?

Su Yi looked at Qingyun, and she was also surprised in her heart, how could she think that Qingyun was not sick at all, and even better than before.

"Plain clothes?" Seeing her staring directly at herself, Qingyun suddenly became vigilant, staring at her uncertainly.

"Ma'am, there is a war going on in the northwest." Su Yi thought about it and said in a daze.

As soon as he heard the word "war", Qingyun's expression changed instantly, and he suddenly covered his chest and began to hum, "Suyi, you go and get busy, I'll sleep for a while." ”

Waiting for Suyi to go out, Qingyun sat up again, feeling uneasy, always feeling that his willfulness would drag Lin Xu Ao down.

They really stayed in the small mountain village, and every day Lin Xuao would come over to talk to her after handling official business, and Doubao would pester him to tell stories, and he would never tire of it, always very patiently telling some anecdotes that she had never heard of.

The more Lin Xuao indulged her, the greater Qingyun's psychological pressure became, and an incident that happened on the third day completely made Qingyun give up pretending to be sick and urged Lin Xuao to hurry up and get on the road.

The war was much more terrifying than Qingyun imagined.

From the second half of the night of the next day, except for Doubao and the family's three children who slept to death, the adults kept their eyes open until dawn.

At this time, Qingyun knew that Lin Xuao had not been lying down for five or six days and had a good night's sleep, and he was too tired and tired, so he got up after sleeping for half an hour, cleaned his face with cold water to get rid of sleepiness, and dealt with the war reports that were continuously sent one after another.

At dawn on the morning of the third day, the farmer's eldest brother, who went out to hold firewood, found a tired horse and a man who had fainted at the foot of the mountain.

Knowing that the man who delivered the letter had been relying on snow water and frozen dry food to deliver the letter to Qingyuan Mansion for more than half a month, Qingyun's heart was very sad, and he was sulking at himself, for his own selfish interests, he might make more people in Biansai homeless.

If Lin Xu Ao stayed in the border to help King Jing get rid of the Hu people, these officers and soldiers who came to deliver the letter would not have lost their lives tiredly, and she would have returned to Liujia Village as soon as possible after the battle, why did such a simple Taoist ideal not work? Qingyun fell into deep self-blame.

When eating breakfast, Lin Xuao still didn't come to eat with her and Doubao, after Qingyun fed Doubao, he filled in a mouthful of it, and began to pack the package, leading Doubao to knock on Lin Xuao's door.

Pushing the door, Qingyun was startled, and felt that she had lived here for three days, but she didn't find that there were more than a dozen people coming to deliver a letter to Lin Xuao, as soon as she came in, everyone's eyes brushed over, and the frightened Qingyun stood in place and didn't dare to move.

Lin Xuao, who was surrounded by people, was looking down at the map in his hand, and the room suddenly became quiet, and it took him a while before he raised his head, facing Qingyun's cramped and uneasy eyes, he stood up with a "rub", pushed away the table and walked over quickly, "Why don't you lie down?" Get up and do what? ”

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