Dusk was gradually falling.
The sandstorm outside the door not only did not subside, but instead showed a tendency to intensify.
I imagine the streets will be covered in a thick layer of sand tomorrow morning.
I've been here in Shulan for a month now, and this is the first time I've encountered such a strong sandstorm.
When I first arrived in the border town that day, the sandstorms on the road were quite strong, but here the sandstorms were only so-so, unlike today.
Having been here for so long, she hadn't experienced that level of sand and dust again, and she almost forgot that this was a border town.
But now, the strong winds and sand, howling and howling, add to the desolate feeling.
The streets were deserted at this moment, so the imposing procession of a patrol of soldiers carrying long spears was particularly noticeable.
Shulan didn't rush back to her residence. Instead, she sat there taking Big Beard's pulse. She clearly remembered what He's eldest brother had said and planned to take this opportunity to give Big Beard a proper check-up.
He Fengmian didn't understand why she suddenly wanted to take his pulse, but he still sat on the futon and obediently stretched out his hand to the side.
His tall stature made Dr. Shu, who was sitting next to him deep in thought taking a pulse, appear even smaller.
Shulan carefully took the pulse, and the candlelight shining through the clinic added a sense of peace and tranquility to the room.
Uncle Rong and his group, who were about to enter, stopped when they saw the second young master.
Just as they were about to leave, Shulan saw them and immediately smiled, "So the young master and young mistress are busy. Then we'll head back to the manor first."
He quickly went inside, picked up He Xiaobao who was playing with Tiandong, and said with a smile, "Young Master Sun, the sandstorm is getting stronger, let's go home first."
He Xiaobao objected: "Mother."
Uncle Rong reassured her, "The young mistress will be back soon. Let's go home first."
Holding He Xiaobao, she instructed He Fengmian, "Young Master, we're going back now. We'll leave the young mistress in your care."
After saying that, he turned and left at a speed that belied his nearly sixty-year-old age.
Xiao Cui, who originally wanted to come in, was also pulled away by Granny Lu with a smile, looking completely bewildered.
Shulan, who was about to say she'd be right there and ask them to wait, was speechless.
It's clear that it's not easy to call back people who have already disappeared.
He carefully took the bearded man's pulse again and found nothing wrong, so he was relieved and said to him, "General, you are in good health, but have you been too busy lately and not getting enough rest?"
He nodded.
Seeing that everyone had gone home anyway, she thought for a moment and said, "Let me massage you and see if it helps."
Actually, acupuncture and medication are the most effective treatments, but he's so young, there's no need for them. She'll see if massage can help alleviate the symptoms.
If that doesn't work, try acupuncture.
He Fengmian disagreed: "It's just a small matter. Wait until you have time. You should go and rest."
He had only rested at midnight last night and was exhausted after a long day today. He didn't want to disturb her rest over such a trivial matter.
Shulan stood up: "It's alright, it won't take up much time. Sit down."
He Fengmian, who had been preparing, had no choice but to sit up again.
Shulan came up behind him and began to massage his Baihui acupoint.
Feeling the tension in his head, I couldn't help but pat him on the back and say, "You're so young, don't act like an old man every day. With your nerves constantly on edge, it's no wonder you can't get proper rest. Relax."
The general, who had just been slapped, froze for a moment before having no choice but to relax and say, "Oh."
Her voice sounded inexplicably aggrieved, which secretly amused Huang Qi and the others.
Look, even the most powerful general is afraid of his wife.
The general, who was afraid of his wife, had to admit that Dr. Shu's massage was very comfortable, making him relax his whole body and close his eyes.
I could hear her nagging: "No matter how busy you are, you should rest and relax more. You're taking advantage of your youth now, but you'll start having headaches when you get older."
"I will be careful." His father did indeed suffer from headaches in the last few years, and he needed acupuncture to relieve them each time. It was probably because the affairs at the border were too busy.
But as a general, especially with the border region being so busy lately, he had no time to rest.
However, he felt their kindness and naturally wouldn't refuse it.
When he heard her say that he should come over for a massage or acupuncture if he had time, he unconsciously hummed in agreement and felt a bit drowsy.
She didn't even notice when her fingers left, but she still heard her voice in her ear: "Okay, that's enough for today. Come over tomorrow if you're free."
"Okay, thank you." He opened his eyes, feeling a rare moment of languor and reluctance to move, but it only lasted for a moment.
"It's alright." Shulan looked around and saw that it was completely dark, and the sandstorm had intensified.
Just as I was thinking of resting there, I heard the bearded man say, "I'll take you back."
I went out for a while and somehow managed to get a cloak from somewhere.
Before Shulan knew why he wanted the cloak, she saw it being draped over her shoulders and the hood covering her head.
The cloak was just too long, dragging on the ground.
A deep voice whispered in my ear: "Excuse me."
Then Shulan discovered that she was being carried in a princess carry.
"..." Shulan, who was being carried in a princess carry for the first time in her life, had a rare moment of blankness in her mind.
However, upon feeling the strong wind outside and realizing that she was in someone's arms and might be flying like in the movies, she immediately became interested again.
I want to take off the hood on my head and see what it feels like.
But then they heard a voice from above: "Don't lift it, there's sand."
"Oh." Although I really wanted to see people scaling walls and leaping across rooftops, I also knew how dangerous the sand was at the border.
In the border region, which is close to May, it is already very hot during the day, but a little cool at night.
Especially tonight, the sandstorm was so strong that she felt cool when she was at the clinic.
But now, draped in the cloak, feeling the warmth of the bearded man's chest, it felt very comfortable.
Suddenly, the bearded man stopped, and she asked in surprise, "Are we there already?"
"Hmm." She felt herself being gently put down, and she stood on the ground, her cloak being removed.
Then Shulan found herself standing at the door of her house in her courtyard.
With wide eyes and great envy, she said, "That's so fast!"
It only took two or three minutes to get there, which is much faster than walking.
He Fengmian couldn't help but chuckle as he looked at him.
Shulan didn't feel embarrassed; her dream of martial arts stirred something within her.
He asked expectantly, "General, could you take me flying like this again next time?"
He Fengmian looked at her and nodded: "Okay, get some rest."
Shulan waved her paw happily: "Okay, General, go to sleep early and have sweet dreams."
I entered the room with happy steps.
Listening to her chatting with Xiao Cui inside the house, mixed with the sound of wind and sand, I felt a strange sense of warmth.
As He Fengmian turned around, he said softly, "Have a good dream."
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