Has he developed a fever?
The people busy in the courtyard were taken aback.
Having completed the formalities and ready to assume his post, Hanlin Compiler Xu Mo stood up.
Bored to the point of madness, Fang Heng, who had been fighting eight opponents at once, dropped his stick.
Having just returned from the Wu family, Wen Zhiyun, who was practicing his medical skills in a sullen mood, looked up in surprise.
"Where did you hear this news from?" The eldest brother, true to his word, accurately grasped the key point.
Zheng Ruqian did not hesitate. "They are friends from all walks of life. They told me the story in great detail. At least half of them went to the Imperial Hospital and were diagnosed with fever."
Fang Heng clenched his fist. "Could it be that the First Prince pulled this dirty trick behind the scenes?"
Wen Zhiyun, who was already unhappy, pouted and said sadly, "It must be because I wasn't there that Xiao Wu couldn't take good care of herself."
Seeing everyone looking gloomy and sighing.
Xu Mo spoke up in time, "Don't rush, let's hear what Jiang Sheng has to say."
It was at this moment that the brothers remembered that they had gathered together to wait for their sister, who had entered the capital, to return.
Whether it's from all walks of life or idle gossip, nothing beats seeing it with your own eyes.
Fortunately, not long after, there was a knock on the wooden door.
Having removed her elaborate hairpins and clothes, and washed away her makeup, Jiang Sheng returned relaxed, her small arms behind her back, her big round eyes blinking.
It may not be as noble and luxurious as it is in the morning, but it has a unique naturalness and intimacy.
"You're back." Wen Zhiyun rarely interrupted, eagerly asking, "How is Xiao Wu? Is he sick? Does he have a fever?"
Jiang Sheng was a little confused.
No matter what illness or fever, Fifth Brother is still lively and energetic. He can not only climb out of the window, but also enter the women's latrine.
"No, that's not true." She waved her hand dismissively. "He's perfectly fine."
Then he relayed all the instructions given at the long banquet.
When the topic of the imperial examination system and the Fang family's conspiracy came up, everyone's expression turned serious.
"Fifth Brother means that we can contact him by transporting lychees," Jiang Sheng whispered. "At other times, we should try to conceal his presence, and if anyone suspects it, we must never admit it."
This means that Chang Yan had placed people in the Guanglu Temple.
However, lychees can only be delivered from May to August; for the rest of the year, they can only be seen across the river.
This is bad, very bad.
Xu Mo could not request an audience with the Fifth Prince, Jiang Sheng could not enter the capital city repeatedly, Fang Heng could not stay in Fengjing for long, and Zheng Ruqian's status was not high enough.
“I, I.” Wen Zhiyun suddenly raised her hand. “If Master was arranged for me by Xiao Wu, then can he take me to see Xiao Wu?”
The Wu family has been imperial physicians for generations. Although the current Old Master Wu is enjoying his retirement, the head of the Wu family and his son, Young Master Wu, are indeed working in the Imperial Medical Academy. As Old Master Wu's top disciple, Wen Zhiyun is certainly qualified to enter.
It sounds reasonable, but how could a long banquet not have thought of it?
He remained silent, clearly not wanting his brother to take risks for him.
But looking at Wen Zhiyun's wet eyes, none of the brothers could bring themselves to refuse.
"You should learn from Old Wu for now, and we can talk about it after this lychee season," Xu Mo suggested thoughtfully.
Wen Zhiyun was extremely unwilling, but he also knew that his medical skills were limited and he still needed to work hard to improve, so he could only lower his head sullenly.
The people in this small courtyard may not be outstanding or dazzling, but they work together to face all difficulties.
Fang Heng smiled faintly, reluctantly picked up the small wooden stick, knowing it was time for him to leave.
"Third brother, I'll go and ask Father to take you with him." Jiang Sheng also thought of this and forced a smile.
"No, no need." Fang Heng shook his head. "I want to face the general myself."
While sibling affection and father-daughter affection can coexist, the honor earned through one's own abilities is far more powerful.
The boy stood upright, nodded to his older brothers, younger brothers and sisters, and then got up to go to the Jiang family home.
A short while later, he returned with a pursed mouth, saying, "I'm leaving tomorrow."
tomorrow.
Such a short time, such a brief night.
The eight ginger-loving children, who usually chased and played around, all fell silent and sat around the stone table, choking back tears.
Jiang Yi tried to leverage his elder brother's influence, saying, "Don't be sad, everyone. You can take leave to visit your family again in three years, and we'll be reunited."
It would have been better if he hadn't mentioned it, because as soon as he did, Jiang Ba burst into tears, "Three years! We've only just seen our third and fourth brothers for a short time, and now we have to part again."
"The next time we meet will be three years from now." Jiang Qi smirked. "How many three-year periods are there in a lifetime?"
But there was nothing we could do.
From the moment some stayed behind while others chose the battlefield, their separation was inevitable.
"I don't know if what will come back next time will be a person or just a skeleton," Jiang Er said quietly. "Let's just consider it one less time we meet, and cheer up."
Even when someone is so sad they're sobbing, they still want to leave a smile for their siblings, forcing an awkward smile.
Some people were genuinely amused, shaking their heads with tears in their eyes.
Sorrow and grief, pain and joy, the young people embraced each other, releasing their emotions to the fullest.
"That's wonderful," Fang Heng remarked, equally serene.
His brothers stood beside him, and his sister kept drifting off into thought; he knew they were reluctant to part with her.
But even if you can't bear to part with it, you have to.
It's not just for Xiao Wu, who is trapped in the capital, but also for his elder brother's wish for peace and prosperity, and even more so for the countless people on the frontier who have been brutally slaughtered.
There will always be people who have to go to the battlefield to fight the enemy, people who have to leave their homes and families, and people who have to say goodbye to their relatives and friends.
If even one passionate young person emerges from among millions of children, the nation will have hope, and the people will have a future.
"May the world be at peace, and may the seas be calm and the rivers clear," Xu Mo murmured softly.
Some had tears in their eyes, some smiled helplessly, and some felt a lump in their throat.
In the end, all the words were reduced to one sentence: "Get some rest, you still have to take me tomorrow."
The night sky was filled with stars, and all was quiet.
While everyone was asleep, a chubby figure got up and tiptoed to prepare food, including cured meat and sausages, clothes and insoles, which were then neatly wrapped into two portions.
the next day.
Jiang Sheng was the last to get up. Zheng Ruqian had practically pounded on the door before the little girl finally got up, rubbing her dark circles under her eyes. "Ah, is Third Brother leaving so soon?"
"Hurry up, everyone's already out the door," Xu Mo urged from the doorway.
Zhang Xianglian rushed over with Master Kong, tears welling up in her eyes before she could even speak. "Why were you in such a hurry? Why didn't you say so yesterday? We hadn't packed our things yet. Please bring more!"
"Don't worry, Auntie. Traveling light means we can go faster." Fang Heng, carrying a package the size of a fist, lifted the carriage curtain and stood there dumbfounded.
He had arranged to meet General Jiang at the city gate. The carriage was for his brothers, sisters, and other family members, but it seemed a bit too crowded.
A rough count revealed at least thirty packages.
It's obvious without even guessing that it was prepared by my younger sister.
Unfortunately, this trip was undertaken with minimal equipment and only one rider, as there was no carriage to carry the luggage.
Feeling sorry for his sister's hard work in tidying up, Fang Heng didn't say anything, but just sighed and told everyone to get on the car and get to the city gate as quickly as possible.
There, one can see the ceremonial procession of a general leaving the capital.
There, a procession of noble families bid farewell.
There, too, was Xiao Jiangsheng's father, whom she had just obtained but had to part with soon.
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