Turned over.

Ning Wuyang looked at Yun Fei, who was sleeping on the bench at the door holding a stick.

"Young Master is not asleep yet?" Yun Fei suddenly opened his eyes.

Just when Ning Wuyang wanted to ask him if there was someone outside, Yun Fei said first: "There is someone outside to help guard him. The young master can sleep peacefully, the robbers can't come in."

He and the robbers have no grudges and no grudges, and he can only rob money when he comes in.

What he was more worried about was that someone took the opportunity to assassinate him.

After all, it's rainy, and it's very suitable for killing people.

The Ye family has been making small moves recently, and it is hard to guarantee that they will spend a lot of money to invite a few killers to come and take his life.

But Yun Fei's five senses were more sensitive than him. Seeing that Yun Fei was calm, he asked curiously: "Is the people outside Ju Xiang?"

"I don't know, it's a woman anyway, I've talked to Mei Xiang for a while."

Don't say it earlier.

Ning Wuyang turned over.

No matter what fragrance it is, as long as it is Miss Chen’s person, he can sleep with peace of mind.

Outside the door.

A slender figure held a long sword in his hands, stood under the eaves, and his bright phoenix eyes glanced at all living beings moving on the rainy night.

Zhou Jingxian did not come here after Ning Wuyang. She wanted to rely on her perseverance to impress each other to join her father's camp.

She was in the black market and heard that someone paid a thousand taels to take the right hand of the poet's immortal writing lyrics.

Because the poetic immortals are famous in the literary world and even among the people, no famous killer wants to bear the reputation of a thousand taels of silver for the sake of a thousand taels of silver, but some sluts who are short of money will not be guaranteed to take risks.

With Youchu and Cheng Yi, Young Master Ning is naturally not in danger of his life, but in order to prevent it, she took on this task herself.

"This mission will tell those third-rate killers with the defeat of Yasha and don't get involved."

Zhou Jingxian heard the long and even breathing sound in the room and showed a satisfied smile.

Logically speaking, she gave up trying to win over Mr. Ning. She should have taken advantage of Mr. Qin's attitude to relax and struck while the iron was hot to collect evidence of the unfavorable situation of the King of Jin's sect to make Mr. Qin make up his mind.

But when she heard that Mr. Ning was in danger, she couldn't help but run here to guard the gate for him.

Why?

Zhou Jingxian stared at the dense rain lines and asked herself.

But I never got the answer that satisfies her.

She could only follow the voice deep in her heart.

Stay with intuition.

...

Jinling Army Station.

When the first drop of rain hit Ning Feng, he first covered the straw raincoat that the guards draped on him on a wounded soldier who was transported here one after another.

This wounded soldier is the same age as his dear grandson. He was bitten by local poisonous insects because he went deep into the enemy's pursuit. When he found that his legs were black from below his knees, he had a high fever of half a month after his limbs. Save a life.

"Good kid, you will be well prepared when you come back. You don't have to worry about the money for medical treatment. Your parents and younger brothers and sisters will be taken care of. If you go back, you will build a new house and buy a few acres of paddy fields to raise cattle and sheep. You can continue to do a good job. Live a life.”

Faced with Ning Feng's promise, the young wounded soldier finally felt a little moved on his numb face. He held Ning Feng's hand on a rainy night and burst into tears.

Ning Feng, who was not very good at speaking, comforted the young wounded soldiers. As the rain got heavier, the two broken ribs on the left and right sides of the chest were painful.

He is used to this pain and can still persist.

But in order to fully accommodate the wounded soldiers and family members who could not get out of bed for a year and a half to ensure that they survive better, they have spent all their lives.

"I would have known that I wouldn't show off in front of my good grandson."

Ning Feng sighed depressedly, touching the old wound and grinning in pain.

Fortunately, the last wounded soldier has been settled today.

Ning Feng planned to take advantage of the rainy night to borrow a horse from the garrison to go back to the city and discuss with his son whether the perfume shop could have a suitable job and could accept the wounded soldiers who had lost their power.

Taking a deep breath, rubbing and pressing the broken bone to relieve the pain. As soon as Ning Feng walked out of the tent, he saw Jiang Yan coming to the horse.

"Why is the magistrate here at this time?" Ning Feng suspected that he was so painful that he was dizzy and misread.

Although Jiang Yan was the prefect of a state, civil servants have never been in charge of military affairs.

Unless the government office decides to intervene in the resettlement of the wounded soldiers, this is not within the jurisdiction of the government office.

Moreover, it is rare for Jiang Yan to take over the subsidies of the court without taking out the plate and deducting them, and there is no mistake.

Ning Feng knew very well that this person's daily style was the doctrine of the mean, he worked diligently, but he would never do unnecessary things.

I was confused about how Jiang Yan was able to come in the rain.

"School Officer Ning, I am going to Wuhu County to inspect the earrings of rice fields this year, and the budget and taxes are made. When I meet someone from the Ning family who comes to deliver things to you, their ox carts are stuck in the mud and cannot move forward for a while. I am going along the way.

I brought the things for them."

Jiang Yan gestured at the two guards behind him.

One person was holding a red mud wine jar weighing ten kilograms, and the other person was holding something as big as a palm and sealed by an oil cloth.

This big and small look made Ning Feng confused: "I dare to ask the magistrate, what is this?"

Jiang Yan kept staring at the jar. When he approached, he could smell the wine. He smiled and gestured in the tent: "What is it? School Officer Ning will tell if he opened it and saw it?"

That's right.

Ning Feng was about to leave, but at this time the things were delivered by his family, especially Jiang Yan personally delivered them, so he had to dismantle them before leaving.

The wine jar is naturally filled with wine.

After Ning Feng entered the tent, he first took off the oil cloth.

There is an envelope inside, painted with fire lacquer, and it is written by "Father's Kiss". Judging from the beautiful handwriting, it was written by the second wife.

He unpacked the envelope and poured out a stack of silver notes and a letter paper from it.

"I heard what the new soldiers who entered the palace said that my father wanted to place a fertile land house for him, but he was afraid that his money would be insufficient. When he was fine, he sent someone to ask where he went and sent wine to relieve his old injuries and pain. He paid 10,000 taels and sent someone to inform him.

Not bad.”

Ning Feng's eyes were hot, and he was holding the silver notes in his hand, which made him feel so heavy that he couldn't help but feel sorry for his incompetence.

Even though he doesn't have that much money, he still has to slap his face and pretend to be fat.

But when he saw those seriously injured soldiers thinking about fending off themselves after receiving the subsidy, he could only accept his daughter-in-law's kindness with shamelessness.

"Thank you, the magistrate, for helping you bring the money. It's raining heavily outside. If you have no chores tonight, why not have a few drinks before leaving?" Ning Feng invited him.

He thought Jiang Yanjia refused, but he didn't expect that after hearing his words, Jiang Yan picked up a bench and sat down regardless of his image. He personally picked up the wine jar and opened it. He took a deep breath in the wine jar, and looked in the wine jar, and looked intoxicated.

Looks like.

"It's indeed a homemade spirit brewed by the Ning family!"

When did my home brewed wine?

Ning Feng didn't know whether it was the cause of the pain or the alcohol, but he felt a little confused again.

But when he saw that Jiang Yan had poured a bowl of wine for him, he had no time to think about it and drank it all over the edge of the gap.

The strong alcohol entered the throat, and the wet body suddenly became hot. The vaguely painful ribs in the chest were also bathed in the warm sun, dispelling the pain of rainy days.

"Good wine!"

Ning Feng exclaimed and sat opposite Jiang Yan.

Seeing this, Jiang Yan hurriedly called the guards to ask for some food and drinks.

But before he finished speaking, Ning Feng, who had poured two bowls of wine in a row, fell head-on on the table, which surprised Jiang Yan.

"I thought the school official Ning had a good alcohol tolerance and dared to drink this way. It turned out that two bowls would be poured?"

It's strange.

Jiang Yan carefully considered Ning Feng's reaction just now and came to a conclusion that he could not believe.

This wine.

Could it be that it is not the winemaking recipe passed down by the Ning family?

But is it unique to the perfume shop?
Chapter completed!