"This is your paperwork, specially approved by the Fa Division, and it should be used when you return to Simeng."

West Asia, one of the five cities of Liangzhou, Mocang.

Jiang Ningyun stuffed a piece of paper into the hand of Han Dongwen, the first machine, and said so lightly.

It was already afternoon, and the meeting with Archduke Tilda had ended only early in the morning.

During the inspection this morning, all the West Asian guards in the five cities had been replaced by the men of the Grand Mansion, and they were no longer the actual members of the Church of God who wore the robes of the priests.

He also noticed that the onlookers along the road were also different from the last time he was in the capital of West Asia - in addition to the residents of the five cities, many of the onlookers this time were Simeng faces, often mostly private caravans, and when they heard the news that the trade with West Asia would reduce taxes at the end of the year, their attitude towards the Simeng Sansi was significantly relaxed.

Whether it's joining in the fun, or really wanting to see the official figures of Simeng, even if the inspection procedures are cumbersome and strict, there are still many Simeng, or the residents of the five cities who were originally Simeng people, are greeted by the road, but it is indeed a bit unexpected by Han Dongwen.

The law secretary and his entourage were going to leave for Simeng the next day, Jiang Ningyun didn't plan to stay longer, just came here to go through the motions, and when he heard Han Dongwen ask to stay for a few days, he gave him the paperwork so that he could go back to Simeng alone.

"Thank you, Lady General."

Han Dongwen just reached out to take it, but Jiang Ningyun suddenly flipped his wrist up, making Han Dongwen grab it.

She raised her eyes and looked at Han Dongwen: "Let you ask Your Highness about it, did you ask?" ”

Han Dongwen's eyes rolled, and he lowered his head and said, "I have already reported it to the top, but I haven't been able to get the approval from above." ”

This sentence has two meanings, one is that he can't directly contact His Highness, but this time is not as fast as her Jiang Ningyun flying around.

There's always nothing wrong with putting some smoke bombs.

Jiang Ningyun obviously analyzed the sound of his words, looked at him for a long time, and handed over the piece of paper.

"Let's go out if you don't have anything to do, since you yourself asked to stay a few more days, there must be something to do, don't delay."

The current room of the two of them is the office of the Mocang Council faction, that is, the office of the officials sent by the Grand Duke's Mansion, which was specially vacated in advance for Jiang Ningyun to rest here.

Han Dongwen took the paper and put it in his arms after thanking him, turned around and was about to leave, as soon as he opened the door of the office, he saw two officers and soldiers of the law department walking in with a wooden box.

He glanced at it, and it was a wooden box with a black gold seal, not a style common to Simeng, and the gold seal on it was not a cross of the Church of God, but a long sword in front of a tower-shaped shield, flanked by wings raised.

He had seen such a mark, which represented the Grand Duke's Mansion.

"Lord General, according to the orders of the Grand Duke of West Asia, the things have been brought."

The two officers and soldiers passed by Han Dongwen, and Han Dongwen continued to walk forward without changing his face, silently remembering this incident in his heart.

Did Grand Duke Tilda send something to Jiang Ningyun?

Obviously, this should not be a sensitive thing--otherwise it would not have been handled by officers and soldiers like this, then, it should be something sent to Simeng by Jiang Ningyun's hand.

In this case, the first machine can't see it, and the plague monarch should be able to see it, if not, I'm afraid we should focus on observing the Department of National Law, at least Jiang Ningyun.

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It could be a day, or a day or two.

"Mom, I've bought something back."

Porta pushed open the door and removed an old but thick bag of lime from his shoulders and placed it at his feet, revealing two long loaves of bread, a few onions and potatoes, and a piece of whitish cheese.

"I'll cook now, you wait a minute."

His nose was a little red from the cold, he rubbed the snow on the soles of his feet in front of the door, took off a swarthy scarf from his neck and hung it on the coat rack by the door, closed the door and lifted the cloth bag again, and suddenly felt that the room was colder than he thought.

"Did you put out the stove again?"

Worried, Botta entered the back room, where his mother, Lores, was sitting in a wooden chair by a window with a stall, needle and thread in her hand and sewing a pair of cargo pants.

Seeing Porta walk in, Loreth's eyes were a little flustered, and he waved his hand: "It's not so cold at home, just me, just cover it with a blanket, and don't need to make a fire...... Ahem. ”

She apparently still hadn't held back her cough.

"How's that going to work!"

Porta walked to the nearby fireplace with some reproach, but brought up a smaller coal stove with handles and placed it at Lores' feet, with a few carbon balls in it.

He turned around and took out a box of matches from above the fireplace, wiped it two or three times, finally polished one, threw it into the small stove, and stuffed a few pieces of newspaper from the bag of bread into it to start the fire, and when the small stove finally gave a warm orange light, he spoke again: "You are just getting better, and you have not fully recovered, how can you catch a cold?" ”

Loreth sighed helplessly but with some relief, and put her eyes back on the cargo pants in her hand, which were obviously an adult's style, and they didn't fit with Porta's figure.

"When I went out in the morning, I found that firewood and coal are more expensive now, so I can use less and cook."

With a weak and tired smile on her face, Porta looked at her mother and bit her lower lip: "It's okay, when your illness is cured, the weather will not be so cold, and the days will always be better." ”

Loreth nodded: "I'll finish sewing these pants in a while, you send them to Auburn and their family, remember to ask them for sixty takalu money." ”

"What you should do is get some rest!"

Porta sighed, but he didn't stop his mother, but turned his head and lifted the cloth bag containing the ingredients in the direction of the kitchen: "I ate cheese and onion mushroom soup today, and the church sent cheese over there." ”

"It's okay, remember to cut off the green areas on the top of the cheese, the ones that can't be eaten."

"Don't worry, Mom."

Porta was just about to start a fire when he heard a knock at the door.

"Knock knock."

Someone coming?

Could it be that Uncle Auburn can't wait and is coming to get his pants now?

He grabbed a rag and wiped his hands, walked quickly to the door and pulled it open: "Uncle Auburn, the pants are not ...... yet"

He stopped in the middle of his sentence.

Standing in the doorway was not the Uncle Auburn, but a man he had never seen before, with black hair and black eyes.

Naturally, it was Han Dongwen who rushed to the parish of Tharis.

"Porta?" He spoke.

Porta nodded blankly: "It's me, sir, you...... Who are you looking for? ”

Han Dongwen showed a smile, knocked the snow on the threshold of the soles of his shoes, and said in response: "Little brother, forgive me for taking the liberty of being presumptuous, you should still remember the visit of the king of the neighboring country of Simeng to West Asia a month ago?" ”

"We don't buy things......"

Porta pouted, sometimes the Simeng people who do business in West Asia will also come to the door to sell, although it does not cause any complaints, but it always costs money to buy things.

I'm afraid that this person in front of me is here to sell Simeng souvenirs, and for Porta's family, isn't money as precious as blood?

As he spoke, he was about to close the door, but Han Dongwen's eyes were quick, and he stretched out his hand to support the door: "No, you misunderstood, if I remember correctly, you were fortunate enough to send wine to a princess of Simeng?" ”

Porta nodded, this was not an unusual thing, many people knew about it, and he kept his job at the winery.

Han Dongwen smiled: "And that princess also gave you a piece of medicine to cure your mother's illness?" ”

Hearing this, Porta was stunned.

He didn't tell anyone else about this matter, not because he didn't want to say it, but because the princess had instructed him not to make a big deal about it.

Who is this man in front of you? How did he know?

Han Dongwen put away his smile and said sincerely: "I am the subordinate sent by the princess, I visited here today to observe your mother's recovery, and if necessary, prescribe another medicine for her." ”

"First of all, sir, please come in!"

Porta was stunned for a moment and understood, and hurriedly opened the door and let the other party into the house: "Yes, I'm sorry sir, what should I call you?" ”

"My surname is Gu."

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