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Since the county magistrate took the medicine given by Ruanruan, his health has improved a lot.
In just a few days, he was able to walk again.
As soon as the county magistrate recovered, he couldn't wait to see the King of Jin and was led into the yard by his attendants.
Prince Jin was seen sitting under the eaves, wearing a grey fox fur coat, holding an exquisite hand warmer in his hand and playing chess with Dr. Luo.
The Crown Prince and the Second Young Master were practicing boxing with Ying Yi in the yard, Ying Qi was waiting beside Prince Jin, and Doctor Song was boiling medicine in the corner. The scene looked peaceful and harmonious.
Prince Jin doesn't look like the kind of person who enjoys pleasure, does he?
And it's already this time.
The county magistrate always felt that this was the calm before the storm.
Could it be that something big has happened again and the King of Jin is gathering people here to discuss it?
In fact, they are all waiting here!
"Your humble servant greets His Majesty, and thanks His Majesty for saving you."
The county magistrate walked under the eaves and bowed.
"Your Majesty, I will never forget your kindness. If you need me in the future, I will do my best."
The Prince of Jin rubbed the chess piece back and forth between his fingertips and waved his other hand, signaling the County Magistrate to stand up, but he said nothing.
The county magistrate stood there for a while, and couldn't help but say: "Your Majesty, I am no longer ill, and I also want to contribute to Youzhou..."
"There's no rush for this matter. My Lord, just focus on taking care of your health. We'll need you to continue caring for the people of Youzhou."
The King of Jin placed the white chess piece down and glanced sideways at the County Magistrate, somewhat impatient.
When the county magistrate heard what the King of Jin said, he didn't know what to say for a moment.
He was just eager to solve the famine problem among the people. Now there was food in Youzhou and His Royal Highness the Prince of Jin was in charge.
He then had some free time and always wanted to help, but found that he could do nothing.
Lord Song was squatting in the corner, boiling medicine and fanning himself by the fire.
"My Lord, I'm worried about you even though you haven't recovered from your illness yet. Please take good care of yourself."
"If you're really free, why not come and help me make the medicine?"
"This medicine is made for you." Lord Song stood up and put the fan into the hands of the county magistrate, and then he sat on the fence.
How could this person be so stubborn?
The prince obviously thought he was too long-winded.
No wonder he was unsuccessful in Youzhou. He couldn't understand this.
The county magistrate took a sip and had to squat down to continue taking over Doctor Song's work.
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