"If you want to completely cure your wife's illness, there is a 'medicine' that is indispensable, but this 'medicine' is grown in the mountains of the far north......"

The 'medicine' material that Miao Shenyi needs belongs to the 'flower' family of the Snow Mountain, and it is the rarest of the 'flowers' in the Snow Mountain, called "Snow Mountain Lan". шщш.(vii) (ix) x.S.сом The update is so fast. It grows on the top of the mountain after the snow, only blooms 'flower' in the coldest time every year, after the 'flower' blooms, it will wither in two or three days, and the 'medicine' picking needs to be before the 'flower' withers, otherwise there is no 'medicine' value at all.

The known growth realm is now at the junction of the northern border of the Dawu Dynasty and the territory of Tuhun - Amin Mountain.

Wait another three months for the opening of the "Snow Mountain Lan" on Amin Mountain.

This rare 'medicine' cannot be stored for a long time, and the field of use is extremely rare, and even many doctors do not know the 'medicinal' value of this 'flower', and it is completely impossible to purchase it on the market.

Even Dr. Miao traveled to Kyushu when he was young, and then he accidentally discovered the usefulness of this 'flower'.

Doctor Miao said bluntly in front of Mrs. He and other masters of the He family that Mrs. Jing Anbo's body would not be delayed for long, even if he took action to stabilize her condition in person, it would be delayed for two years at most, and if he did not find the 'flower' of "Snow Mountain Lan" within two years, then he would be helpless.

After Doctor Miao told all the truth, he left the 'flower' hall and went to dispense 'medicine' to Mrs. Jing Anbo.

In the 'flower' hall, only Mrs. He, Dalang He Changqi, Erlang He Changjue and Chu Lian, the third granddaughter-in-law who had just passed the 'door'.

The joy that had just overflowed on everyone's faces also faded, and the old lady's face was slightly 'pale', and the furrows on her face seemed to be deeper.

Chu Lian couldn't bear it, and comforted: "Grandmother, now my mother finally has hope, and besides, this kind of 'flower' is not something that no one has ever seen, and hope is better than no hope, isn't it?"

Old Taijun He took a deep breath and patted Chu Lian's hand, "Lian'er is right, your mother's illness can finally see hope, and the old body should be happy." ”

There was silence in the hall for a moment, and He Erlang suddenly took two steps forward and knelt down towards Old Taijun He, and said firmly: "Grandmother, let your grandson go to the north to find 'medicine' for his mother!"

As soon as He Erlang's voice fell, He Dalang also knelt in front of He Lao Taijun, "Grandmother, you must not promise Erlang, Erlang has not yet married, I am the eldest son in the family, and when my father went to the border, he told his grandson to take care of his grandmother, mother and younger brothers, and this trip to the north should naturally be carried out by his grandson!"

"No, big brother, I'll go!"

"Second brother, you don't even listen to the eldest brother's words, let the eldest brother go!"

......

The two brothers of brother and brother Gong actually quarreled over who to go to the north, and Mrs. He had a headache from the quarrel, and slapped her palm on the small table next to her: "Enough, what are you arguing about!"

Only then did the two brothers bow their heads and fall silent. But no one got up, waiting for Mrs. He's cut.

Mrs. He 'rubbed' his forehead, paused, sighed and then said: "The old man knows that you are all filial piety, but Da Lang, you are in the capital, and you can't leave your post without the order of the saint, and our entire Jing'an Bo Mansion also needs you to carry it, and there is no male master in a huge mansion." And Erlang got an errand to go to Zhangzhou again, I heard that this errand was an order issued by the emperor himself, and the emperor's order cannot be violated, if you go to the north at this time, do you want to carry the crime of bullying the king? So neither of you can go!"

What the?

No one can go! But now there are only two of them in Jing'anbo's Mansion in Beijing, and no one is going, so how can they rest assured that it is their mother who is seriously ill!

"Grandmother, no, if we don't go, what will Mother do!" He Dalang and He Erlang said in unison.

Mrs. He opened her mouth, she was also full of embarrassment, Jing Anbo had a deep affection for his wife, if she knew the news, she would naturally not let it go, she also had a lot of regrets for this daughter-in-law, and also hoped that her illness would be cured as soon as possible.

Chu Lian pursed his lips and proposed, "Grandmother, have you forgotten your husband? Why don't you ask your husband to send someone to Amin Mountain to inquire, with your husband here, this matter will definitely be handled well." ”

Mrs. He was stunned, she glanced at Chu Lian first, and then looked at the two grandsons kneeling in front of her, and felt that Chu Lian was also a good suggestion, she thought about it and said: "Even if you want to go to the north, it is not a matter of one or two days, there are still many preparations to be made in the house, and the old body must think about it, what Lian'er said is also right, there is still San Lang in the north, you two brothers should not worry too much, especially Erlang, the emperor can not delay." You can pack up and go back to Zuo Wuwei today!"

He Changjue was still struggling and unwilling, so he was glared at by He Dalang and lowered his head, so he had to hang his head and respond.

Chu Lian sent He Lao Taijun back to Qinghui Hall before returning to his courtyard.

Now, Doctor Miao is arranged to live in Jing'anbo's Mansion, and the three meals a day are in charge of the kitchen in Chu Lian's small courtyard.

Doctor Miao is very good at talking as long as he has a meal that suits his heart, but he really lives in Jing'anbo Mansion with peace of mind.

Three days later, the British government sent an invitation to Mrs. He, which was Xiao Bojian's thank-you banquet.

The old lady and Jinyi Xiangjun were specially invited.

Mrs. He pinched this invitation and weighed what to do with it, and Chu Qizheng, the father of Chu Lian in the second room, also asked someone to send the post. This time it was directly delivered to Chu Lian.

Chu Lian didn't know that the house had given Mrs. He a post, and when he received his father's post, his eyebrows frowned.

Xiao Bojian seemed to have calculated that he was unwilling to go to the banquet, and deliberately let his father, who was in this body, also make a post.

What the hell did he calculate!

Chu Lian was in an irritable mood, stayed until the afternoon, and went to Qingyun Hall with the post to discuss with Mrs. He.

In the 'flower' hall of Qingyun Hall, as soon as the grandfather and grandson sat down, there was a noisy sound outside.

Mrs. He was not in a good mood, and when she heard the 'color' on her face, she sank even more, "Mu Xiang, go outside and see what's going on?"

It didn't take long for Muxiang to return.

Mu Xiang ran in with an anxious face, he couldn't even care about etiquette, and said hurriedly: "Old Taijun, the noisy people outside said that they were the guards of the Jin Palace, and they came to report something urgent to the old lady, and the slave maid just overheard it and said that it was a fight in the north!"

"What!" Old Mrs. He stood up suddenly.

Chu Lian, who was sitting next to her, also widened her apricot eyes in surprise, only she had been mentally prepared, but she was much calmer than Old Taijun He.

Mrs. He was 'excited' by the stab for a while, and her body shook twice, but she couldn't stand on her feet and fell forward. Fortunately, Chu Lian's eyes were quick and he helped Mrs. He, and the maid next to him also hurriedly came over to help people.

"Grandmother, how are you? Isn't there anything wrong with you?"

Mrs. He leaned on Chu Lian's shoulder and pinched her eyebrows with one hand.

After a while, she finally regained her strength, and she slowly opened her eyes, "I'm fine, hurry, quickly call the messenger to come in and ask questions!"

Mu Xiang quickly went out to summon people.

Chu Lian helped Mrs. He to sit down anew, and was afraid that she would really have an accident because of the thorn, so he softly asked Wen Lan beside him to ask for Doctor Miao.

The embarrassed man was brought in by the big butler of the outer courtyard, and after 'handing over' the token, Old Taijun He was really convinced that this person belonged to the Jin Palace.

"Say, what's going on in the north?" Old Mrs. He's voice was hoarse and tired.

The guard who came to report the news bowed down and saluted and said: "The Tuhun troops outside Liangzhou in the north have gathered, and the border army in the north has been attacked several times, and now General Lu Guogong Qian is taking the border army in the north to resist with all his might, but now the weather in the north is bad, and it has snowed heavily in Liangzhou City, so I am worried that the snow will close the mountains and the grain and grass will not be able to be sent in......"

I am afraid that the Tuhun people, who have been stable for more than ten years, have already 'figured' the time of supply for the northern border army, and specially selected this time to raid and attack......

Old Taijun He and Chu Lian both 'gasped' when they heard such news.

Once the reserve is exhausted, the entire border army will be consumed alive without the help of the Tuhun people, and this is not a 'spring' day like a warm sun, but a winter in which even hardy animals like yaks can freeze to death.

Mrs. He's whole body seemed to be soft, she glanced at her granddaughter-in-law who was still like a 'flower' and a 'jade' beside her, but she couldn't say a word in her chest.

After a while, Old Taijun He seemed to find his voice back, "These old bodies know, you go back, if there is any news, I hope to call King Jin to inform one or two." ”

The messenger gave a salute and left in a hurry.

The atmosphere in the 'flower' hall was stagnant for a while.

After a long time, Mrs. He spoke: "Lian'er, make you suffer!"

Chu Lian was stunned, took Old Taijun He's hand full of 'chicken' skin, and shook his head gently, "Grandmother must be said so, when the husband went to the north, no one thought that the Tuhun people who had been calm for so many years would be restless at this time, as the saying goes, danger is always accompanied by opportunity." Maybe this time Tuhun sent troops to the husband is also a good opportunity. It's useless for us to worry about it in the house now, it's better to discuss it with the eldest brother, who is well-connected and may be able to find out some side news. ”

After all, Mrs. He is old, although he is 'shrewd', but his brain is not as flexible as before, when he heard Chu Lian's reminder, he suddenly called someone to find He Dalang to return home.

He Changqi is well-connected in the end, and soon found out some news from various channels.

There was indeed a fight in the north, and at this time, it was snowing heavily in Liangzhou City, and the imperial court had the intention to rescue, but it was blocked by the heavy snow in the Yueqin Mountains, and the reinforcements and grain and grass could not pass.

If you change the lane, you have to take the Minjiang River from Chongzhou Mansion to Sucheng, outside Sucheng is Qianshan Lake, at this time the lake has been frozen, and you can't take the boat at all.

For a time, the roads to the north to rescue were all dead ends, and the senior officials of the DPRK and the Central Committee were helpless!

At this time, a big case of embezzlement broke out in Zhangzhou, the city of Shengjing, and He Erlang's Longwei assisted in handling the case.

The Jin Palace's daily news of Liangzhou came, and Mrs. He was haggard day by day, and even Mrs. Jing Anbo, whose condition was slowly beginning to improve, inadvertently heard the news from her subordinates, and actually fainted, and was bedridden again for a while.

The entire Jing'anbo Mansion is crumbling in this winter, as if it will be washed away by time in the next moment.