Zheng Wanqing stood in front of the window, her expression focused, her fingertips slowly stroking the epidemic report in the morning paper that was circled in red.
The death toll in the southern suburbs was like the devil's whisper, rising relentlessly every day, and there had been no news of Xie Yunshen for a week. The frost on the window glass reflected her frowning brows, and the white mist she exhaled lingered in the cold air for a long time.
After thinking for a moment, she turned around and went to the mahogany wardrobe, took out a dark gray woolen coat, packed a few changes of clothes and simple medical supplies, and stuffed them into a small suitcase.
Amid the rustling sound of clothing, a maid stood at the door. The dim light flickered on her face, highlighting her hesitant expression.
"Madam, the young marshal specifically instructed us before he left..." The maid's voice was a little hesitant.
"Go tell Adjutant Zhou to prepare the car." Zheng Wanqing interrupted her, but did not stop what she was doing.
The maid opened her mouth, but finally lowered her head helplessly and replied softly: "...Yes."
The bluestone steps in front of the mansion were covered with a thin layer of glittering frost. Zheng Wanqing's leather boots crushed the fragile ice crystals, making a slight cracking sound.
She placed the small suitcase steadily at her feet, and subconsciously put her hands to her lips and blew air to keep warm. The white mist she exhaled disappeared in a flash in the biting cold wind.
A low roar of an engine was heard in the distance, and a black car slowly drove over the snow. The headlights pierced through the morning mist, casting a swaying halo on Zheng Wanqing's face.
After the car stopped, a tall figure nimbly pushed open the door, his military boots making a dull sound as they stepped on the snow, and he took two steps at a time and came to Zheng Wanqing.
"Madam, you are trying to kill me." Adjutant Zhou Lin complained, his brows furrowed, but his hands moved naturally. He took Zheng Wanqing's luggage without hesitation, his movements were quick and decisive, and he had no intention of stopping her.
Zheng Wanqing looked at him, his hypocritical expression, and the corners of her lips rose unconsciously. She knew this adjutant too well, and knew that beneath his stern tone was a heart that understood her.
Zhou Lin looked at Zheng Wanqing's smiling face. That smile was like the warm sun in winter in the snow and ice, causing an indescribable complex emotion to surge in his heart.
He sighed helplessly: "When the young marshal comes back, he will have to exile me to Mohe." As he said this, he put the luggage in place neatly, turned around and opened the car door for Zheng Wanqing, his movements graceful and appropriate.
Zheng Wanqing's eyes flashed with a trace of guilt, and she whispered: "Power is my responsibility, I won't let the young marshal punish you." She paused, and a trace of cunning flashed in her eyes: "If that's the case, let my brother write a letter of recommendation to you, Adjutant Zhou, and transfer you to the Army Hospital in Nanjing."
As she spoke, she bent down and got into the car. The leather seat exuded a faint smell of gun oil, mixed with a faint scent of camphor that rushed into her nose.
The back seat was covered with a thick Russian military blanket, and in the corner there was a kettle wrapped in a cotton cover, with white steam rising from the spout.
She couldn't help but sigh: He is worthy of being Adjutant Zhou, he is always so thoughtful and considerate in everything he does.
"In fact, I have wanted to go to the southern suburbs for a long time." When the engine started, Zhou Lin's voice was mixed with the muffled sound of the exhaust pipe, "I heard that the brothers in the epidemic prevention team have not slept for three days."
His bloodshot eyes were looking at Zheng Wanqing's face through the rearview mirror, with complex emotions in his eyes.
"Adjutant Zhou, thank you for your hard work." Zheng Wanqing said sincerely.
When their eyes met in the rearview mirror, Zhou Lin quickly looked away, and after a moment he spoke: "Madam, please sit down, we are leaving."
The car slowly drove out of the city, and the familiar street scenes were gradually left behind.
Once you leave the city gate, the road conditions take a sharp turn for the worse. The thick snow has been repeatedly crushed by the passing vehicles and has long since turned into muddy slush. The wheels make a teeth-grinding "crunching" sound when rolling over, and muddy water splashes onto the car windows from time to time, making the glass muddy and turbid.
Zhou Lin held the square plate tightly in both hands, his body leaning forward slightly, his eyes constantly scanning the road ahead, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.
"Ma'am, the road conditions are very bad here. Please hold on to the handrail." His voice was tightly strung, like a fully-stretched string.
Zheng Wanqing held the handrail tightly and nodded: "Adjutant Zhou, you should be careful too."
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