Shaoguang was short-lived, and after a brief meal, Xi Yan changed into the robe that had been prepared for a long time, and went to the Assassin's Mansion meeting hall without stopping.

There were already many people waiting for him there, and most of the officials did not have the good fortune of him, and they could leave things to others after maintaining stability.

As for An Ruofei, of course he knew that she was also very tired, and she was worried for several days, and Xi Yan didn't know how she survived, so he sent her to bed early and persuaded her.

Fortunately, thanks to the strong defense of the defenders, several mansions in the north of the city were not damaged, and they still maintained the same appearance before Xi Yan left, and most of the officials in the hall were tired, but they were still actively discussing.

Seeing Xi Yan coming, everyone saluted together.

"Childe, the casualties in this battle have been counted," Yang Shiyuan arched his hand and said with a sad face, "20,000 defenders...... Almost all the troops were wiped out, and less than 30% of the soldiers and guards led by your chief of guard remained...... The people who participated in the defense of the city suffered more than 8,000 casualties...... Such a loss still needs to be compensated. ”

"This is not a problem, if there is not enough money in the treasury, it will be paid by my private treasury."

Thinking of the scene when he returned to help yesterday, Xi Yan also knew that Anding City was injured this time, and said: "There are many dead and wounded in the city, and a large amount of filth was poured when defending the city. ”

"Yes, it has already been ordered," thinking of the gold juice on the city wall, Yang Shiyuan's sad face rarely showed a smile, "Speaking of this method of defending the city, it was still the idea of Young Master Meng...... Fortunately, thanks to him, stability has not been lost. ”

Xi Yan also smiled lightly and bowed his head, and settled the guard battle, even the two stone lions in front of his mansion were not spared, and they were also moved to the city, when he led the army back to help, he smelled the stench that came from his nose far away outside the city, Xi Yan almost couldn't believe that the city in front of him that exuded a strange smell was actually his own stability!

It's just that I didn't expect that this was all Meng Qingye's idea......

"Little Grandpa Jing has indeed made a lot of efforts, but aren't all of you here even more meritorious ones in this battle?"

"The son is really ridiculous," Yang Shiyuan said with shame, "It's already a big mistake for the subordinates to let Anding City break, how can you say it...... If it is really to be discussed, it can only be regarded as a balance of merits and demerits. ”

Xi Yan saw that he was so humble, so he didn't say any more, at this time the city was not completely stable, there were still many things to do, if you want to talk about rewards and punishments, you need to wait for everything to be finished.

"Lord Yang, you still have to work more for the pension and reconstruction in the city, as for the Southwest Army...... Although the establishment is there, there are really not enough people, and at this time, it will trouble Lord Zhang. ”

Zhang Chen smiled, raised his arm that was not injured, and arched emptily: "Don't worry, Son, the guards are stable, and the men in the southwest are all bloody, and this matter will definitely be handled by his subordinates!" ”

While everyone was discussing, a guard suddenly came to the hall to communicate.

"Childe, the owner of Hanshui Villa Zhao Zhuang heard that there were many dead and injured in Anding, and he has sent someone to send medicine, half of which is used to treat the injured and half is used to prevent epidemics."

When everyone heard this, they all showed a happy look on their faces, and everyone in the world knew how good the chief medical skills of Zhao Zhuang of Hanshui Villa were. The most rare thing is that this owner has never been arrogant, but also compassionate, and has already won the reputation of hanging pots to help the world.

Xi Yan also felt a little more relaxed, the medicine sent by Zhao Hengyu of Hanshui Villa will definitely be able to stop all epidemics from spreading in Anding.

Otherwise, just the golden juice that Meng Qingye proposed to pour would be enough for the government to have a headache for ten days and half a month...... Now, it seems that this problem is no longer a concern.

The reason why Xi Yan believed so much was because he suddenly remembered that when he was in Chongdu City, Qi An relied on a small bottle of "June Snow" personally prepared by Zhao Hengyu, which made Situ He say that he was sick for more than two months......

It was precisely because of that opportunity that he had the opportunity to start exterminating the Jing clan......

The past can still be recalled, but it is unthinkable...... I was involved in this famous doctor by chance.

It's just that last time I borrowed his poison, this time...... But it's his medicine.

"Where is the person from Coldwater Villa now? I brought it to the second hall to entertain the good students, and I personally thanked him after the incident. ”

Seeing that Xi Yan ordered this large pile, the guard was embarrassed, and suddenly arched his hand and said: "The two gentlemen of Hanshui Villa left after counting the medicines, and although the subordinates kept them again and again, the gentleman said...... The stability affairs are still complicated, and the prince and the adults must also be entangled in all things, and it is inconvenient for them to bother more, and they also need to go back to the villa to restore the owner of Zhao Village. ”

"That's ...... like this," Xi Yan's eyes lit up, and then he ordered, "Distribute the medicine from Hanshui Villa in small quantities first, and then use it in large quantities after it is obviously effective." The various pharmacies and medical halls must not be relaxed, the government still has to rely on their strength, although the Hanshui Villa has sent medicine, but the injured are ...... It is up to us to heal ourselves. ”

The reason why this arrangement is made is because Xi Yan knows that no one in this hall knows except himself...... Zhao Hengyu's real kung fu to achieve the realm of transformation is not to rejuvenate the hand, but to make drugs.

After all, it is about the safety of hundreds of thousands of people, Xi Yan has to be cautious, even if he spends the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain, he has to do it.

"Yes."

No one in the hall objected, they had long been accustomed to looking at people with suspicion first, and the Cold Water Villa had been hidden from the world, even if they had long believed that Zhao Hengyu was really for the people in the city, but the habit they had developed for a long time still made them act carefully.

……

The rain fell down, Meng Qingye was standing alone under the eaves of the corridor, the water was like a drain, wetting his turquoise robe, but he seemed to be completely unaware, and kept looking at the smoke and the sky in the distance in a daze.

Song Ji came over with an umbrella, and there was a cloak in the crook of his arm, and he thoughtfully pulled Meng Qingye under the corridor to prevent the rain from hitting him. As far as he is concerned, Meng Qingye is the one who rescued him from the cage, and he was once a man in the dust...... He didn't want to experience the pain of burning his body in flames.

"Little grandfather?"

As soon as Meng Qingye turned his head, Song Ji took off his ** robe and covered his shoulders with a cloak.

"Even though it's summer, the rain still can't get wet...... The little grandfather's body is precious, but he can't feel the cold. ”

"Ah Ji......" Meng Qingye looked at him a little helplessly, "What do you have to say?" ”

Song Ji pursed his lips and smiled, and said indifferently: "Since Ah Ye regards me as a friend, I just care about you, where is there anything to say." ”

“……”

Meng Qingye was a little unconvinced, Song Ji was originally a kind and indifferent person, he had never been so considerate of himself, and he thought of something unspeakable, thinking of this, Meng Qingye asked very interestingly: "Ah Ji is bored in the house, and wants to go out for a walk?" ”

Song Ji lowered his head and shook his head, his eyes were flushed with a hint of moisture, and the already thin person looked like peach blossoms scattered in the rain.

"Anding City has too many of my past, although it has passed, it is still like Feihong stepping on snow...... In the end, it left a mark. ”

Meng Qingye immediately understood that Song Ji wanted to leave Anding, and even wanted to leave Lingjiang.

And Meng Qingye himself didn't think about leaving, but every time he thought that after returning to Dazhao, he would stand on the opposite side of Xi Yan, Meng Qingye would be upset, and simply put this matter aside, just relying on stability and not leaving.

Can ...... now Song Ji put this matter in front of him again.

Seeing that Meng Qingye didn't speak for a long time, Song Ji's eyes flashed with loss, and he said slowly: "Since Ah Ye is unwilling to leave, Ah Ji is here...... The lunch is to ask the little grandfather to resign. ”

"What are you doing!" Meng Qingye didn't want him to be so resolute, so he hurriedly stopped, "You are here in Xi Mansion, who dares to gossip!?" ”

Song Ji smiled gloomily: "I am no longer a person in the dust, and I am no longer the son of the South Wind Pavilion, my ...... Or can you decide for yourself......"

"Where do you want to go?"

Meng Qingye looked at him in a daze, he never imagined that the ordinary and gentle Ah Ji would have such a decisive time.

"The world is so big, there must be a place for me......"

"I ......" Meng Qingye still couldn't make up his mind, his friend was leaving, and he should have left, but he just couldn't convince himself to return to Da Zhao, and since then he has stood opposite Xi Yan.

But let Song Ji leave alone, Meng Qingye definitely couldn't let go...... He still has some kung fu, but he grew up in the Nanfeng Pavilion since he was a child, and he also learned piano, chess, calligraphy and painting......

"Can't you just not go?"

"I'm ......" Song Ji lowered his head and said very harshly, "Ah Ye, don't worry, I'll be fine." ”

Meng Qingye was silent for a long time, and suddenly turned around to leave, he really couldn't accept the farewell, but since he regarded Song Ji as a friend, he shouldn't block his way.

All day, Meng Qingye was busy all day, hiring cars and hiring people, until everything was arranged, he sent Song Ji out.

The wheels were rolling, splashing the mud on the ground, Song Ji left like this, Meng Qingye was reluctant, but he could only let him leave.

Since then, I want to express my thoughts, but I can only send plum blossoms and fish to pass on the ruler.