Chapter 1079: Across the Mountains and Rivers, Everyone Has Their Own Responsibilities
Jiang Xiaoan stroked the arrow marks on the nail with his fingertips and suddenly felt his palm getting hot.
Just as he was about to refuse, Fu Dong held his hand and said, "Don't be silly. I'm not sending you this lump of iron to fight on the battlefield. I'll ask the blacksmith to make a new one, and then we'll both have amulets, right?"
When the red candle burst into flames, Fu Dong suddenly pulled off her veil and said, "According to the rules, it's time to have the wedding ceremony, right?"
Jiang Xiaoan's Adam's apple rolled as he tried to untie her waist belt, but his fingertips twisted the tassels into a knot.
Seeing the silk ribbon tangled into a knot, Fu Dong suddenly grasped his trembling hand, and as his inner force broke the brocade, he chuckled and said, "General Jiang, how capable are you of dismantling the enemy's food supplies?"
As the morning light streamed through the window, Jiang Xiaoan played with Fudong's scattered hair: "The erotic paintings on the market are all imaginary, why don't you teach me..."
Before she could finish her words, her head was covered by the quilt. Fu Dong turned away with red ears, but quietly relaxed his back when the other person got close to him.
She stared at the folded wedding dress in a trance. The moment he embraced her, the stench of alcohol in her memory almost burst through her throat.
But the young man's clumsy touch was like the first melting snow, gradually melting the years of ice in her bones.
It turns out that physical contact is not all painful. When her warm palm touched the old scar on the back of her neck, she actually took the initiative to bite open the ribbon that tied his hair.
In the secret compartment of her dressing table lay half a bloody breastplate, which she had dug out from a pile of dead bodies three years ago.
Now the brand new bronze mirror is hanging on Jiang Xiaoan's chest, gently tapping her fingertips with the rhythm of her heartbeat, as if two hearts were resonating through the armor.
At first it was like a thin needle piercing the skin, and then it turned into a warm current flowing through every part of the body.
Jiang Xiaoan looked at the trembling eyelashes of the person in his arms, picked up her scattered black hair and wrapped it around his fingertips: "It seems that my skills are not perfect, but it doesn't matter..."
Before he finished speaking, he pulled over the quilt and wrapped the two of them into a cocoon, startling the crows outside the window so much that they fluttered away from the branches.
In the golden wheat waves during the spring harvest season, Fudong tied up her hair into a bun and returned to the princess's mansion to take up her duty.
Whenever the moonlight passed over the eaves of the west wing, I would always meet Jiang Xiaoan holding a medicine box in the corridor.
The young master of the Jiang family, who once regarded the princess's mansion as a den of danger, has now become a frequent visitor to the pharmacy. He either asks for hundred-year-old blood ginseng or plays chess with the third young master until dawn.
Jiang Xue, who was seven months pregnant, leaned on the soft couch with her sore waist supported, and her feet, which were as swollen as steamed buns, were soaked in mugwort soup.
Xiao Zhan paused holding the jade comb, looked at the dark shadows under his wife's eyes in the bronze mirror, and swallowed back his endless worries with his Adam's apple rolling.
What he wanted to break most at this moment was the urgent imperial edict on the desk that had traveled eight hundred miles.
Somewhere deep in the palace, Feng Ziqing was poking her silver chopsticks into a crystal bag, and the soup splashed onto her collar embroidered with a golden phoenix.
She stared at the wax balls rolling out of the filling, and her pupils suddenly shrank to as small as needles.
Zhuier's suppressed sobbing could be heard from outside the window. The maid whose arms were covered with blood spots caused by her golden hairpin was kneeling on the bluestone slabs picking up the broken porcelain.
When the bloody sunset glow of Luoshui City dyed the imperial edict red, Xiao Zhan placed his palm on his wife's bulging belly, feeling the fetal movement like the scratching of a young animal.
He suddenly recalled the rainy night when epidemic was rampant in Tianhe Town that year, and the sight of Jiang Xiaoan rushing into the pile of corpses holding a medicine bowl. At this moment, the same determination was coming from the sound of distant horse hooves.
Jiang Xue stroked her bulging belly with her fingertips and lowered her eyes to hide the worry in them:
"I asked Qingming to look at the medical records of Luoshui City. A high fever and vomiting blood for three days killed a person. This symptom is more dangerous than the epidemic in Tianhe County that year."
She suddenly grabbed her husband's cool fingertips and pressed them on her pulse: "Feel it, the baby is very stable. There are so many experts in the Imperial Hospital waiting."
Xiao Zhan grabbed her wrist with his backhand, the pulse under his fingertips beating as calmly as a spring stream, but it couldn't quench the anxiety between his brows:
"When Jiang Xiaoan was examining my pulse this morning, he said that twins are more likely to have premature births..."
“Yun Che!” She suddenly raised her head and bit his Adam’s apple, startling the man so much that he instantly shut up.
When he let go, a shallow tooth mark was left behind, which looked like a cinnabar seal: "Three years ago, you led troops to help the northern border. When I saw you off from the top of the city, it was a hundred times more dangerous than it is now."
The sound of the copper clock was particularly harsh in the silence. Xiao Zhan suddenly opened the secret pocket on his collar and stuffed half of the tiger talisman under her pillow.
The gilded talisman still had body temperature, and there were traces of knife cracks on the gaps of the dragon pattern - it was the token that was split when he led his troops to defend the king.
"Let Qingming bring the Black Armor Guards."
Jiang Xue suddenly stopped him from adjusting his cloak, and her fingertips scraped against the scales of his mail, making a light sound: "Luoshui City is surrounded by mountains on three sides, so it's too easy to block the news. If someone really poisoned..."
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a hasty knock on the door. The guard reported through the carved door: "Imperial Doctor Jiang has already checked the official certificate at Suzaku Gate, and the accompanying medicinal materials have been loaded into twelve carts."
Xiao Zhan suddenly leaned over and held her in his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head and gently rubbing it: "Xiaoxue, I will definitely make it in time this time."
Before he finished speaking, his palm was already on her abdomen, and she trembled slightly due to the fetal movement.
The sound of bracelets rustling could be heard from the corridor. Fu Dong was standing on tiptoe to tie a breastplate for her husband.
Jiang Xiaoan suddenly grabbed her wrist that was suspended in the air, and took out a celadon bottle from the medicine box: "If you feel anxious, take a pill of borneol."
"Do you think I'm a glass lamp?"
The young lady smiled and pulled her hand back, but held the porcelain bottle tightly in her palm: "But you, don't just focus on testing the medicine, write home every ten days..."
Before she could finish her words, she was pulled into an embrace with the scent of medicine. Jiang Xiaoan suddenly pinched her earlobe and said, "The jar of drunken flowers buried in the apricot forest last month, wait for me to come back and open it."
When she turned around, her wide sleeves created a gust of wind, sweeping off the unfinished embroidered baby bellyband on the table.
When the carriage passed Qinglong Street, Xiao Zhan suddenly lifted the curtain and looked back.
On the eaves of the princess's mansion in the morning mist, you can vaguely see a black skirt brushing against the chiwen, like a crane flapping its wings about to fly.
Jiang Xiaoan looked at the other person's indifferent expression, and a helpless smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
He suddenly pulled the person into his arms, and his hot lips pressed down with an irresistible force, as if to imprint his warmth deep in the other person's memory.
On the bluestone road, Fu Dong stuffed the last package into the carriage, leaving a few shallow marks on the sandalwood box with his fingertips.
She suddenly grabbed Jiang Xiaoan's sleeve and said in a hoarse voice: "Xian Zhiding must protect the Prime Minister and take care of himself."
The setting sun shattered into golden powder between her eyelashes. "If you come back with less hair, I will dismantle your dark guard camp."
The black carriage rolled over the sycamore leaves on the ground, and the ruts left winding marks on the stone road.
At the corner, Jiang Xue clutched the gilded heater and watched the convoy go away. The cool touch of the bluestone wall seeped into her palms.
She looked at the lone goose circling in the sky, and suddenly understood what it meant to "everyone has his or her own duty across thousands of miles of mountains and rivers."
The copper clock in the Purple Palace was ticking, and Jiang Xue pushed the freshly brewed Junshan Silver Needle tea towards the imperial desk.
She has now developed the habit of practicing the Five Animal Exercises in the morning, and the medicinal recipes sent by the Imperial Hospital are filled with annotations in red ink.
Whenever the night wind blew the iron horses on the eaves, she would copy the calligraphy based on the map of the northern border - that was the "Jijiu Zhang" left by Xiao Zhan before he left.
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