The smile on An Ye's face that Uncle Hua couldn't understand made Uncle Hua very confused. What's wrong with him, young master? General Yu just asked him to go to Jialing Pass, why is he so happy?
In the past, General Yu's flying pigeons sent messages, and if it was not an important matter, he would not even bother to deal with it. Although the people in Jialing Pass were infected with the plague, the young master would definitely go there, but why did he keep smiling after hearing the news?
"Young Master?" Seeing that An Ye kept giggling and not answering his question, Uncle Hua asked again, what happened to this young master today?
"Huh?" After coming back to his senses, An Ye's face flashed with obvious unnaturalness, "Ahem..." Covering his mouth and coughing twice, he said to Uncle Hua: "Let's set off immediately, the plague in Jialing Pass is very serious.
serious!"
With a somewhat deliberate explanation, An Ye spoke.
"Yes, young master, I will prepare your luggage for you."
"Yes!" Nodding, An Ye's eyes suddenly became more expectant.
After leaving Duanqing Valley, Luoshui headed all the way north. She didn't know how to get to Jialing Pass. She only knew that on the map the painter gave her, Jialing Pass went straight north and now she had passed Zhaoling City. According to the map
Judging from the above, it may take a long time to get to Jialingguan.
After arriving at an inn and sitting down, because of the gang of grass bandits she met before, she didn't plan to continue traveling at night this time. She found that her luck was really not very good. Although the gang last time was small, they could be dealt with.
It's a bit difficult to get up. If she encounters hundreds or thousands of them this time, it will be even more difficult to deal with.
The stinging and itching caused by the poisonous bee sting came to her face again. Luoshui frowned, took out the snow lotus ointment given to her by An Ye from her arms, and applied it to the wound. After applying it, she
The child feels comfortable.
Holding the snow lotus ointment in her hand, her eyes were fixed on the small bottle. In Luo Shui's mind, An Ye's ruffian-like smile and the overbearing and somewhat serious look when he applied the medicine kept flashing into her mind.
Lost his mind, the corners of his mouth raised involuntarily.
"I don't think I know his name yet." His eyes were a little distracted, and he fell into the water and muttered to himself.