A gust of cold wind blew by, a general said, rubbing his hands vigorously.
As the New Year approaches, the weather in the northwest is already freezing. Wrapped in thick leather robes, the cold wind still chills people's bones.
Even a veteran like him feels this way, and I wonder if young people can bear it.
"Brother Zhou, how are you, are you cold?" he said, looking at Saturday Lang who was riding aside.
In just over a month, the young man who came to the capital to live a life of luxury has been changed by the northwest wind.
Even though he was wrapped in a thick cloak and a big felt hat, his face was still red and chapped, and his exposed earlobes were covered with frostbite.
"It's cold," Zhou Lang said, smiling, "but I can bear it."
The general laughed and said hello.
"The Chinese New Year is coming soon, let's take a look at the excitement of the Northwest New Year." He said, turning the horse's head, "Let's go."
The group of people drove into the camp, stepped over the firecrackers thrown by the urchins on the street, and went straight into the official hall.
Saturday Lang entered his house. Although the soldiers had heated the brazier in advance, the room was still cold. Liu Lang took off his hat, rubbed his hands, and put them on his face and ears to warm them.
"Guan Gou." The soldier came in from outside and handed over a big bundle, "Things sent from your home."
Saturday Lang asked him to put it down and left. After he had warmed up, he walked over and opened it. There were nothing more than clothes, shoes, socks, etc. sent from home, as well as a pile of letters from home.
Zhou Lang picked it up and looked through the names of his brothers and sisters who had their father and mother one by one. A smile appeared on his lips. No matter what time, the concern and greetings from his family made people feel warm in their hearts.
Before I started watching, another soldier came in.
"Guan Gou, here is your letter."
Also? I’m not spending time with my family. Could it be that...
Liu Liulang stood up suddenly, his heart beating faster, and he reached out and took the handwriting that he recognized as Qin Shisanlang's, right? It was him too.
Zhou Lang smiled and sat down to shake open the letter. Only a few lines later, there were footsteps outside the door and the voices of soldiers and people.
"Guan Gou, a man named Xu Maoxiu from Shanyin Village wants to see you." The soldier opened the curtain and came in and said.
Xu Maoxiu?
Liu Lang frowned. Ever since he came to the northwest, the officers and soldiers were different, and they were not in the same camp, so they had no contact with each other.
"Let him in," he said, putting down the letter in his hand.
Xu Maoxiu walked into the house and saluted Liu Lang.
The two of them were silent for a moment, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward.
"This is for you, sir..." Xu Maoxiu said first, handing over a porcelain jar.
"What is this?" Zhou Lang asked with a sullen face.
"Some medicine to prevent and treat frostbite, just apply it on the skin." Xu Maoxiu said, "It's my sister...oh, no, Mrs. Cheng asked me to bring it here."
Mrs. Cheng…
Liu Lang felt a few bugs crawling on his back and couldn't help but stand up straight.
"I, I don't need this." He said.
Xu Maoxiu put the porcelain jar on the table, turned around and left without saying a word.
"Hey." Zhou Lang shouted, "Take your things, who wants this?"
He shouted but did not move, nor did he pick up the porcelain jar and throw it out with no anger or backbone.
After listening to the distant footsteps outside, Liulang's eyes fell on the porcelain jar.
Ointment to prevent and treat frostbite…..
He couldn't help but grin, then stopped laughing suddenly.
What are you doing? This is so funny!
Liulang seemed to be afraid of being seen and avoided his eyes for a moment. He hesitated and walked over. He wanted to reach out but did not dare to. He stretched his neck to look at the porcelain jar, as if it was something strange and scary.
Preventing and treating chilblains...Humph, only women care about this...
Zhou Lang burst into laughter. He wanted to hold it back but couldn't help but had to hold it in until his face turned red.
On the street outside Zhoulang's house, Xu Maoxiu was walking with a smile on his face.
"Third brother, why did you give that boy a can? My sister didn't tell him to give it to him." Xu Bangchui said with an unhappy face.
"As long as we are alive, it is fate that we meet each other." Xu Maoxiu said with a smile, "Besides, this guy is not bad. The Chinese New Year is coming soon. Let's all rejoice together. Life is not easy, so let's be more happy."
What are you talking about? I couldn’t understand a word, Xu Bangchui frowned.
"Then I don't care whether you are happy or not. Anyway, you gave away your ointment. Don't use mine." He hummed.
Xu Maoxiu laughed loudly and kicked him.
"Come on, let's get back to work on the New Year." He smiled.
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There is no trace of the New Year atmosphere in the palace, and the wind blows through it, making it look increasingly cold.
Gao Tongshi's face was also gloomy as he hurried into the imperial concubine's palace.
"What's the matter? Why is the queen becoming more ignorant at this time?" He said in a low voice and rudely.
The imperial concubine ignored his displeasure, looked around hurriedly, and took a few steps closer.
"That's what matters now." She said urgently.
"What's wrong?" Gao Tongshi asked.
"Do you know which doctor Prince Jin'an went to?" the imperial concubine said.
Gao Tongshi exhaled and knew not to expect these women to think about big things...
"I don't care which doctor he finds. It would be worth talking about if he finds a god." He said.
"Isn't he just looking for a god?" the imperial concubine said anxiously.
Gao Tongshi put his hand on his forehead.
"Empress, what do you want to say?" He asked straight to the point.
"What if he really cures Prince Qing?" the imperial concubine said in a low voice.
Qualcomm is laughing.
"Don't laugh." The imperial concubine said anxiously, "That miracle doctor might really be able to cure him! Look at Chen Shao's father, and the child Taoist priest who eats gold and stone..."
Naturally, I have heard these market rumors about Qualcomm.
"Is it the miracle doctor who worked hard for millions of dollars?" he said with a startled expression.
"Yes, if it really happens..." the imperial concubine said anxiously.
The Prince of Jin'an County didn't know whether it was intentional or not. At first he didn't say which doctor he was looking for. He asked questions in a seemingly random manner, and then suddenly left, waiting for her to ask clearly which doctor he was looking for.
, people have been gone for several days.
If you say that this kid has nothing else to guard against, you won’t even believe it!
"Aren't you saying that he is a magic stick? Everyone has said that that person is not a doctor. He just has a secret recipe that happens to be right for the disease. In fact, it is not that powerful. Otherwise, how could he have cured those few people and then disappeared."
Gao Tongshi hesitated and said.
"I'm not afraid of 10,000, but I'm just afraid of what if this is the right medicine?" the imperial concubine said.
"What if? What if we really want to cure him, but he will still suffer damage, which is incomparable to that of the eldest prince..." Gao Tongshi said.
"He can't be cured!" the imperial concubine interrupted him and said urgently.
Gao Tongshi suddenly raised his eyes and looked at her with a solemn expression.
"So, that rumor is not groundless and was framed by someone with deliberate intentions?" He said word by word.
The imperial concubine looked at him with twinkling eyes.
"No, oh, yes, yes, oh, he is just a child, how could he do something like that..." she said, "I'm afraid that the child will wake up and be deliberately taught to talk nonsense. You have to know, this is a
This is a rare opportunity, you see you are suspicious, the Queen will not let it go..."
Gao Tongshi looked at her gloomy face and let out a heavy breath.
"Where is the doctor now?" He asked slowly, holding the cases and narrowing his eyes.
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Please give me a guaranteed pink color at the beginning of the month, thank you.
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There is a play in the courtyard of a deep house, with a smile on the face, honey on the mouth, and a knife in the heart. Self-improvement is the way out. (To be continued)
