Chapter 87 My husband...is not very smartThere

was movement on the mountain road leading to Ze County.

Hundreds of officers and soldiers, carrying carts of coarse salt, arrived in advance to clear the way.

At noon, carriages passed by Xilin Village.

Prefect Zhu had been sitting in the carriage for several days, and his body was a little exhausted. He drank a sip of tea nobly, and was particularly looking forward to going to Ze County to meet the fifth prince.

If the fifth prince took notice, there would be hope for promotion.

The carriage swayed all the way.

After entering the mountain road, it did not seek speed, but stability.

"Sir."

At this time, someone shouted outside.

Prefect Zhu, who was friendly with others outside, lifted a corner of the curtain and asked in a gentle voice: "What's the matter?"

"Someone is following us from a distance."

The soldier reported: "It's right behind us, do we need to drive them away?"

Prefect Zhu frowned: "Go and ask."

"Yes."

The soldier went quickly and came back soon.

"Sir, the people driving the ox cart are a mother-in-law and a daughter-in-law. The youngest in the cart has been searched. It is a boy under ten years old and a weak man who is seriously ill. They said they were going to the town to see a doctor."

"Crack."

A bird called from the sky.

When Governor Zhu looked over and saw that it was a crow, his face turned bad.

But even so, he still sighed: "It's not easy, let them do it."

"Sir, you are kind-hearted."

Although it was a sunny day, it was still very cold, and the cold wind blew on my body.

Yu Tingwan didn't know how to drive an ox cart,

but Hui Niang did. The soldiers couldn't completely clear the snow on the mountain road, but just made it passable.

Fortunately, there were tracks left by the wheels of the carriages in front, and it was much easier for them to move along the track than they imagined.

The girl smeared dust on her face before going out, so her appearance was not so conspicuous.

She sat next to Hui Niang to go to school.

Yu Tingwan asked the soldiers and they had to continue their journey after the evening meal, and they would stop to rest at the hour of Hai.

The girl was thoughtful and prepared to take turns driving the ox cart with Hui Niang, otherwise she was worried that Hui Niang's body could not hold up.

At the same time, she was doing two things at the same time, asking the people behind her from time to time.

"Husband, are you okay?"

Wei Zhao wanted to reply at first.

"Not bad."

"Not bad."

"Fine."

Later, he didn't want to say a word.

Because he vomited blood again.

Yue Shan was scared to death. Just when he was about to scream and call for help, he saw the man's index finger on his lips, asking him to shut up.

He only made one move, but he felt oppressive inexplicably.

Yu Tingwan, who hadn't received a reply for a long time, felt inexplicably uneasy: "Husband?"

After a long time, he heard Yue Shan whispered: "Uncle Shen is asleep."

Yu Tingwan heard this, afraid of disturbing Wei Zhao's rest, and was quiet.

Wei Zhao didn't sleep. He wiped the blood with a coarse cloth and looked at the sky with his eyes open.

It was quite blue.

The air was also particularly fresh.

In the girl's chattering, it seemed that everything had hope.

Time passed quickly, and when it got dark, the carriages in front stopped.

The guards began to prepare evening meals for the adults in the carriages.

Many county officials got off the carriages and went to the prefect as if they were saying hello, and took the opportunity to show their courtesy.

Except for the last shabby carriage, Yang County Magistrate.

He was not sociable, hesitated for a while, and did not follow. He

would not be welcomed if he went.

Taking advantage of this moment, Hui Niang went to heat up the coarse flour buns and boil eggs.

Yue Shan jumped off the ox cart and went to feed the old cow. You have to eat a lot to have strength.

Yu Tingwan was not idle either. She set up the firewood, took out the medicine pot, grabbed the snow from it, and heated it up to boil the medicine.

She squatted on the ground and just covered the lid of the medicine pot, and a shadow fell on her head.

Yu Tingwan looked up.

It was a young county magistrate.

Unlike the county magistrates she had just seen, he was thin and dressed thinly.

The constable behind him stepped forward and said, "This is County Magistrate Yang, the top scholar in the 28th year of the Jin Dynasty."

Just as the girl and Hui Niang were about to stand up and greet them, they saw County Magistrate Yang waving his hand.

"No need to be polite."

"I heard that you were here to see a doctor, so I came to see you. If there is anything I can do to help, I will definitely help within my ability."

County Magistrate Yang was not arrogant and was very enthusiastic.

After learning about the situation of the Wei family, he sighed.

First, he praised Hui Niang.

"You are quite good at being parents."

Then he praised Yu Tingwan.

"You still stick with your husband, you are a role model for women."

Yu Tingwan: ! !

That's right, it's her!

County Magistrate Yang even walked a few steps to the ox cart to see the person lying inside.

At first glance, he was surprised.

There was such a handsome man in the countryside.

At second glance, he felt pity.

How could he be so sick, as if he was breathing weakly. Most likely he can't be saved.

At third glance, he met Wei Zhao's cold gaze.

Wei Zhao had an impression of the third place winner in the 28th year of the Jin Dynasty. He

had heard Xiao Huaiyan mention it before.

He said that Yang Weiwen had a lot of ambitions, but he didn't know how to adapt, and his bones were harder than anyone else.

He was favored by the Ninth Princess, who wanted to recruit him as her husband.

The Ninth Princess was born to the Queen .

If it were someone else, they would have been ecstatic. But he refused directly. He

said that he had a fiancée at home.

Even if they were married, it would be a blessing for him to be favored by the Ninth Princess. Those who knew what was good for him would have divorced their wives.

But Yang Weiwen refused.

The Ninth Princess was a princess, so how could she bear this?

The emperor didn't say anything, but he might have been angry. He immediately sent Yang Weiwen, who was supposed to be on duty in the Hanlin Academy, to Liu'an City to be a small county magistrate.

Wei Zhao: "Have you seen enough?"

Yang Weiwen felt a chill on his back for no reason.

"Enough...enough."

Yu Tingwan's mouth twitched.

He was afraid of offending someone.

She stepped forward quickly: "My husband..."

She nodded: "It's not good here, sir, please don't bother with us ignorant common people."

Wei Zhao: ...

Yang Weiwen waved his hands: "No, no."

He said: "Don't say it's me. If it was the prefect, he wouldn't bother."

Yang Weiwen was originally a talkative person. In the past few days, no one paid attention to him except the constables around him.

Now he couldn't stop.

"The prefect is the person I admire most."

"He actually met General Wei!"

I don't know whether I admire the prefect or the prefect who met Wei Zhao.

Yang Weiwen: "The prefect said last time that he has a good personal relationship with General Wei."

Wei Zhao looked over expressionlessly.

He saw the envy on Yang Weiwen's face.

He was sickly: "He lied to you."

Yu Tingwan: ? ? ?

She whispered: "Say less if you shouldn't."

Wei Zhao: "Really."

What can Yu Tingwan do? She can only nod her head again at the stunned County Magistrate Yang.

Yang Weiwen knew how seriously ill Wei Zhao was. He was talking nonsense.

"I'm afraid that other prefects who went to Ze County had their own thoughts and were not really going to see General Wei off!"

Yang Weiwen sighed: "Our Lord is different. He really went to see his good friend off. What a sincere friendship!"

"It's hard to imagine how he will cry when the time comes."

Wei Zhao imagined it.

He cried bitterly and became the focus.

He was remembered by the officials who went to the capital.

Wei Zhao said calmly: "I understand."

"Anyway, he is dead. He said he was my ancestor. There is no evidence after he died, right?"

(End of this chapter)