The weather is getting hotter every day.
The sandstorm has started again these past two days, but it's not strong.
However, Shulan noticed that all the patrolling soldiers were wearing masks.
This is the second generation of masks, mainly black.
Shulan didn't think much of it at first and made a mask out of medical gauze.
Fortunately, when Uncle Rong was making it, he thought that all white was unlucky.
Even though the embroiderer used white, she still embroidered simple patterns on it.
He Fengmian thought it was too troublesome, so after thinking about it, he simply made everything black, like a black face towel, but simpler than a face towel.
And they even made a slight modification to this uniform black color, giving the masks a wider range of motion and making them fit the face better.
Such masks only look good on soldiers in uniform, making them appear more handsome, dignified, and imposing.
It must be said that these fascinating ancestors were truly intelligent.
That's right, General He hasn't returned for two days since that day.
She used to come back every day, and she thought he was too idle.
But their sudden silence made me a little worried that something might have happened to them. However, it's probably for the best that they're not replying, as it makes me feel more at ease.
I guess the bearded man was afraid of being too embarrassed, so he deliberately didn't come back... He had no idea that the general was so flustered by her kiss that he didn't dare to appear in front of her and was deliberately avoiding her.
"Miss,"
Xiao Cui's call interrupted her thoughts.
Shulan looked at the two of them: "What's wrong?"
Luo Chenxuan leaned closer and asked curiously, "Sister-in-law, what are you thinking about?"
They were just chatting and asked their cousin's wife, who was lost in thought, her face sometimes frowning and sometimes smiling.
"nothing."
At this moment, she noticed the commotion from the city, which meant she must have left the city.
I lifted the curtain, and sure enough, it was so.
At this moment, Shimo was driving a horse-drawn carriage towards Xinwang Village.
Since He Fengmian hasn't come home, she's been traveling by carriage for the past two days.
Since Luo Chenxuan wanted to take a look, she simply took her three disciples and two maids with her.
She noticed that both girls were looking at her and asked, "What's wrong?"
Luo Chenxuan asked expectantly, "Sister-in-law, when is my cousin going hunting?"
She had heard that her cousin and his friends often went hunting, where they not only had roasted meat to eat but also enjoyed hot springs.
Although it's hot now, she's quite interested in barbecue and spending the night in the mountains.
Shulan thought for a moment and said, "If you want to go, I'll ask your cousin about it later."
"OK."
She wondered, "Has my cousin been very busy these past few days? I haven't seen him come back."
"He must be very busy, after all, he has to manage the entire military camp." When Uncle Luo and the others came before, they probably had a lot of official business piled up.
Luo Chenxuan thought about it and agreed.
The person they were talking about had just finished his official duties.
Sitting in the general's tent, he was somewhat lost in thought.
When I'm busy, it's fine, but when I have free time, I always think of that scene from a couple of days ago—that soft kiss, still carrying the scent of wine.
Thinking about these things, he felt his mind was completely filled with a bunch of messy images, giving him a headache. He pressed his brow and couldn't help but reach out and pinch the bridge of his nose with his index finger and thumb.
He hasn't dared to go back these past two days, afraid of seeing her and...
"General."
Liu Moyang rushed in, his face beaming with smiles, clearly having encountered something happy.
Seeing his appearance, she immediately asked with concern, "What's wrong? Is your head hurting again?"
He Fengmian shook his head, pulling himself out of his jumbled thoughts, and asked, "What is it?"
Speaking of this, Liu Moyang's face was full of smiles again, and he said, "The scouts reported that I heard that King Kanjin is dying."
He Fengmian paused.
Liu Moyang could hardly contain his excitement as he said, "No wonder Kan Jin has been so well-behaved lately; it seems those princes are vying for power fiercely."
Kankin has eighteen princes. Apart from the eldest prince who died of a serious illness three years ago, the others are still infants and three or seven years old. The other princes have all reached the age to compete for the throne.
He Fengmian asked, "Tell her that you can start now."
When he said "take action," he meant assassinating Mayana.
Kan Jin, like a great phoenix, places great importance on bloodlines.
The second prince, Mayana, was born to the daughter of a tribal noble family and was the most likely to seize the throne. This prince was also warlike and loathed the He family army.
If he were to seize the throne, the border town would likely remain unsettled for the next few years.
He Fengmian was not afraid of war, but the annual battles brought suffering to the people and the soldiers.
Several years ago, he sent someone to secretly infiltrate the inner circle of King Kankin and Mayana. That person lived up to their expectations, causing a rift between Mayana and King Kankin because of her.
Now that King Kanjin is dead, he is the most likely successor.
Only with his death will the other princes have a chance to compete, and in doing so, they will naturally lose their will to fight, which would be most advantageous for Taihou.
Thinking of this, He Fengmian paused for a moment and then said, "Tell her to protect herself."
Liu Moyang nodded: "Okay."
However, seeing that he kept his brows furrowed, he asked with concern, "Jian Xing, is your headache acting up again?"
He Fengmian shook his head, but the latter clearly did not believe him.
He said there, "You've been busy these past few days, you should take a good rest. Go and have your wife massage your head."
He Fengmian froze for a moment, then shook his head: "It's nothing, I'm fine."
Liu Moyang assumed he was just worried about Kan Jin and didn't say much, completely unaware that their general dared not return.
The person He Fengmian had been longing for but dared not see was now sitting in a carriage on his way to Xinwang Village.
At this moment, everyone is working in the fields.
The three of them looked at the lush green wheat, sorghum, and corn growing tall in the field, and just looking at them made them feel good.
Once they reached the village road, Shimo's carriage slowed down.
It's not that the village roads are narrow and steep; in fact, because the area is large, the village made sure the roads were wide enough for horse-drawn carriages and oxcarts to travel.
Instead, many children in the village were playing there, and Shimo was worried about bumping into them.
Many villagers greeted Shulan upon seeing her, saying, "Dr. Shu, you've come to the village so early."
Shulan lifted the carriage curtain and said with a smile, "Yes, Aunt Qi, she's with her grandson."
Aunt Qi chuckled and said, "Yes, he had a stomachache yesterday, but after taking that herbal medicine, the pain is gone."
"That's good."
Just as Shu Lan finished speaking, she heard an old man happily say, "Dr. Shu, the medicine you prescribed for me yesterday really worked! I only took one dose, and my leg doesn't hurt as much anymore."
"Eat for two more days. During this time, don't drink alcohol or do heavy work."
"Okay."
The villagers greeted Shulan warmly, and Xiao Cui whispered, "I also want to study medicine well so that I can be welcomed like this, Miss, in the future."
Luo Chenxuan seemed to be infected as well, nodding: "Yes."
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