But it was just one meal.
The pen fell again, flowing smoothly and forcefully, his emotions not affected at all: "It seems that the old lady knows the identity of Wei Yaer."
It took more than ten years for Wei Yaer's two identities in her previous life to be revealed to the public one by one. Her first identity as the apprentice of the Hundred Ghosts Divine Doctor made her the godson of Old Lady Shen.
Later, after that person ascended to the throne, her second identity as her adopted sister directly gave her the title of a second-rank princess, allowing her to sit on the position of the mistress of the Shen family openly.
but……
If she was just an apprentice of the Divine Doctor of Hundred Ghosts, with the old lady's personality, she would never make such an arrangement.
The only possible explanation is that the old lady knew Wei Yaer's two identities.
Tsk!
This Shen Li really trusts the old lady! !
Yang Zhao put down the last stroke, blew the ink dry, and then slowly folded it. He took the large envelope on the table and placed the letter and the thick stack of prescriptions on the table into the envelope.
Seal it and leave a special mud seal.
She then raised her eyes and said to Dong Shuang, "Send this letter to my father in the Northern Territory through special channels as soon as possible. The prescription inside should be of great use to the soldiers, and it can also be used by the people in the Northern Territory."
Dong Shuang took the envelope. The thick feel of it made her laugh. "My Lord Marquis is most afraid of reading words. But I once heard the Prince say that every time he receives a letter from you, he reads it over and over again word by word. Now that there are so many, I'm afraid he won't know how long it will take him to finish reading them!"
When Yang Zhao thought of his father, he couldn't help but smile, with tenderness and longing in his eyes.
All in all, she hadn't seen her father and brother for almost seven years.
I wonder if they are doing well now?
Are you injured?
Did you eat well?
But... I miss her!
She missed them.
I really want to!!
My eyes felt a little hot unconsciously.
Yang Zhao couldn't help but lower her eyes to hide the emotions in them. When she raised her eyes again, her eyes were calm and clear.
No rush.
Sooner or later we will meet!
Before that day arrives, she will first eliminate the evil spirits lurking in the capital for her father and brother, and pave all the way for their retreat. She will never let her father and brother fall into the same situation of being abandoned as in their previous life...
"Let someone prepare and leave the house early tomorrow morning!"
Calculating the time, Wen Shijie, the think tank who was recruited by Shen Li in the previous life, should also go to Beijing.
This time!
Without the assistance of that loyal think tank, I wonder if Shen Li's plan would have been so successful?
The next day.
A low-key and plain carriage left from the west city gate and slowly headed towards the Pufo Temple in the western suburbs.
Walking is slow in snowy weather.
By the time the carriage reached the foot of the mountain of Pufo Temple, it was almost past noon.
"Ma'am, we're here!"
Only after the carriage had stopped safely did the coachman respectfully announce it.
The carriage cannot go up the mountain, so you can only stop at the foot of the mountain and then climb the stairs on foot.
When Yang Zhao got off the carriage, he still shivered from the cold.
It’s so cold!
However, when she looked at the snow-covered peaks, tree branches, and the cleanly swept stone steps, she suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of peace and comfort.
"Winter Frost, a hat."
Dong Shuang personally stepped forward and put on her hood. "Madam, it's almost noon. Temples generally don't eat after noon, so I'm afraid they won't be providing vegetarian food for pilgrims. Would you like to go back to the carriage and have some snacks to fill your stomach first?"
"No need, I can just borrow the kitchen when the time comes." After Yang Zhao said that, he went towards the stone steps leading to the mountain.
Seeing this, Dong Shuang hurried to follow.
However, just when he was halfway there, Yang Zhao stopped in his tracks. Through the white gauze of her hat, he saw the old lady in a patched cotton coat sitting on the stone steps not far away.
She sat huddled up against a protruding rock.
His eyes were tightly closed, and I didn't know if he was resting because he was tired, or if he had fainted from the cold.
"Madam, that old lady..."
Dong Shuang had just opened her mouth when Yang Zhao stepped forward.
She squatted in front of the old lady and first called her "Old Madam" softly. Seeing that the old lady did not respond, she hurriedly reached out and touched the old lady's hand, and then her forehead.
"Dongshuang, come and help!"
Upon hearing this, Dong Shuang hurried forward.
But when she saw her master actually taking off his cloak and putting it on the old lady, she was immediately shocked: "Madam, you can't do that. Your body can't stand the cold..."
“Save people first!”
As Yang Zhao spoke, he took off the hat that was in the way on his head, and he and Dong Shuang each helped the old lady who had fainted from the cold to her feet, and hurried up the mountain.
But I don’t know…
This whole scene was seen by the people in the Diaofeng Pavilion on the mountain.
"The person has been rescued. There's no need to let anyone pass."
"Go and ask someone to check and see whose wife was the one who saved the man just now." The speaker was an old lady in the pavilion.
The old lady was dressed quite simply, but the dignity revealed in her demeanor and words showed the nobility of her status.
The old nanny beside him nodded respectfully when she heard this: "Yes, I will ask someone to check it out later."
The location of the Diaofeng Pavilion seems to be not far from the stone steps leading up the mountain, but in fact it is two unconnected mountain tops. Even if people are sent over to rescue people, they will need to go around a long circle of mountains.
Soon after...
A thin young man wearing thin patched clothes, accompanied by two young monks, hurried down the mountain and came to the place where the old lady had just fainted. When he saw that the old lady was gone, the young man's eyes instantly turned red with anxiety.
Fortunately, not long after, a young monk came down and said something to the young man, and the young man hurried back up the mountain...
Seeing this, the old lady in the pavilion seemed to have thought of something; "Okay, let's go back, otherwise that brat will come looking for us."
As expected.
The old lady had just walked out of the pavilion when she saw a tall figure in a black fox fur cloak walking towards her with a stern face.
"You're here really fast, little brat!"
The old lady looked at the stern man who was walking towards her, her eyes full of doting smiles.
The other side.
The young man followed the monk who led the way and hurried to a Zen room where pilgrims were staying temporarily.
"mother!"
Because he was too worried about his mother's condition, the young man forgot to ask the monk to knock on the door first. He pushed open the door of the Zen room by himself and rushed in quickly.
"mother……"
But the next moment, he froze in place! !
He saw his old mother, who had been seriously ill for many days, leaning in the arms of a beautiful woman, holding a large bowl and drinking thick rice porridge in big gulps.
Eat very quickly.
It's also very messy.
But the beautiful woman did not show any sign of disgust. Instead, she gently stroked her mother's back and ordered the maid beside her to take a handkerchief and wipe the rice porridge that flowed from the corner of her mother's mouth.
Wen Shijie was stunned.
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