Ling Jiheng returned to the Ling family mansion and picked up some winter mushrooms from the sheds of the first and third houses and his uncle's house.
He went to Doctor Cheng and got two unprocessed tiger bones and a jar of processed tiger bone wine and put them in the ox cart.
Everything is ready, and I take Chi Xingyue to Rongsiyuan for dinner.
Although the old lady knew that it was inevitable, she still held his hand worriedly: "Why are you leaving so soon after coming back? How long will you be gone? Can Ling Yi and the others come with you?"
Last time, the little grandson was trapped in the snow on the mountain, and the time before that, the little grandson was trapped in the snow on the road. This time, she refused to let him leave alone no matter what she said.
Ling Jiheng knew that it was a military stronghold and not someone could enter just anyone, so from the very beginning, he planned to drive there himself.
Who would have thought that Fu Huanping smiled and said, "Since the old lady is worried, let Ling Yi and Jin Bao accompany Master Ling on a trip!"
Seeing his serious expression, Ling Jiheng nodded slightly in agreement: "Okay, I'll take them both with me."
Chi Xingyue immediately asked someone to prepare some more dry food and also brought two more sets of clothes for Ling Jiheng.
For lunch, we had Chef Fang’s secret roast chicken, fried mushrooms, pickled cabbage, and braised wild boar meat.
The food portions were huge, especially the wild boar meat, which filled a large bowl and each person could scoop a large spoonful.
Ling Jiheng served food to the elders one by one, and only said goodbye to the old man, the old lady, and his father and mother after everyone had finished eating.
Finally, it was Chi Xingyue. Ling Jiheng held her hand, his eyes full of tenderness: "Take good care of yourself at home and wait for me to come back!"
Chi Xingyue hummed, "You too, be careful and come back soon!"
Ling Jiheng raised his hand to stroke Chi Xingyue's hair, then sat in the car, lifted the curtain and looked at Chi Xingyue affectionately.
Ling Yi and Jin Bao bowed to Chi Xingyue and sat on the shaft of the cart, one in front and one behind.
He raised the small whip and whipped it into the air, and an ox cart loaded with goods and a horse carriage carrying Ling Jiheng and Fu Huanping slowly started moving.
Only when the blue brick and tiled house disappeared did Fu Huanping chuckle, "Mr. Ling and his wife have a very good relationship!"
Ling Jiheng nodded: "The bond of living and dying together, sharing weal and woe, cannot be replaced by anyone."
Fu Huanping smiled and looked out the window, saying nothing. But in his distant gaze, which seemed to have seen through the long river of time, one couldn't tell whether it was anticipation or sadness.
Ling Jiheng had no intention of prying into the other person's privacy. He lowered his head to pour the tea and sipped it gently. He felt that riding in the carriage was really comfortable, not afraid of the wind and snow.
The car swayed forward, and it was unknown how long it would take to reach the military camp.
Ling Jiheng did not inquire about Zhou Jiajun's situation. He just drank some tea and ate some cakes as if he was on a trip.
This made Fu Huanping jealous, and he deeply admired the calmness of the young master of the Ling family.
In Qingshan Village, Chi Xingyue felt completely dejected after seeing Ling Jiheng off.
Shu Muyun felt sorry for her and her son being apart for so long, so he patted his daughter-in-law's hand and told her to go back and rest.
Chi Xingyue pursed her lips and went back to the house.
He locked both doors, tossed and turned on the kang for a while, and then fell asleep heartlessly.
Well, how should I put it? Although I feel a little lost, I’m still used to it.
What's more, Ling Yijinbao is accompanying him on this trip, and it's not going to any particularly dangerous place. As long as General Zhou is not a suspicious person, Ling Jiheng will most likely come back safely.
Chi Xingyue's ability was limited, so she could only pray for him. If anything really happened, she would stab the Zhou family and make things difficult for them.
Lying in the warm bed, I fell asleep soon.
I slept until the evening. When I opened my eyes, my head was dizzy. I sat on the kang for a long time before getting up and opening the door to go out for some fresh air.
The cold wind outside blew on Chi Xingyue's face, making her shiver.
Chi Xingyue's face turned pale and she looked even more haggard, which was exactly the image of a young wife who was worried about her husband going on a long journey.
Shu Muyun had been thinking about her daughter-in-law all afternoon, and when she saw the door open, she hurried over to show her concern. The little girl looked listless, which worried her.
He quickly changed the subject and brought Chi Xingyue to Rongsiyuan for dinner. The old lady also tried not to mention Ling Jiheng and only talked about the happy things in the village.
Time passed little by little, and Chi Xingyue finally regained his spirits.
After dinner, the old lady took a few children to play games. She looked at the "old hen" with its wings spread out and flapping left and right, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
Late at night, Chi Xingyue went back to her room to rest. She slept alone once again, but she didn't feel sleepy at all.
I blew the oil lamp and went straight into the space. I came to the conference room, turned on the projector, and continued watching the movie.
There were still various uneaten snacks on the conference table. Chi Xingyue ate them while smiling, staying up half the night.
In the east room, Ling Weicheng hasn't received any food from his daughter-in-law recently, and he always feels like something is missing.
He used to be full of energy and vigor, but these past two days he seems to be showing signs of fatigue.
Although I can still reach the previous level with some effort, I will be very tired the next day.
Shu Muyun also noticed his difference and felt disappointed, but did not say anything unpleasant.
After all, they are not young anymore and can understand it.
But it was her tolerance and generosity that made Ling Weicheng feel uncomfortable.
After finally enjoying a few days of good times, how could it be gone just like that? Is there something wrong here?
After thinking about it, the only difference is that I haven't received the tonic soup made by my daughter-in-law recently.
But Chi Xingyue didn't even add any medicinal herbs, so how did he achieve the effect of doubling his time? I must be overthinking it!
Ling Weicheng stared at the dark beams with his eyes open, deciding to consult Doctor Cheng tomorrow. He felt that perhaps something was wrong with him.
Just like Chi Xingyue, he stayed up until the middle of the night before going to bed. After less than two hours of rest, he went to Zheguiyuan to see Doctor Cheng.
Doctor Cheng stared at Ling Weicheng's dark circles and couldn't help laughing. He said that he had been stealing in the middle of the night and had made himself look very embarrassed.
Ling Weicheng didn't care about the jokes from others. He stretched out his right hand, looking completely exhausted. "Doctor Cheng, please feel my pulse. Am I seriously ill?"
When Doctor Cheng heard this, he immediately became serious. He placed his finger on Ling Weicheng's pulse and his expression gradually became solemn.
"Switch to your left hand!"
Ling Weicheng's heart skipped a beat, thinking that he really had a terminal illness.
Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He stretched out his left arm tremblingly and rolled up the sleeve of his cotton coat.
Doctor Cheng felt the changes in his pulse, and after a moment, he put his right hand back on.
His brows were furrowed so tightly that they could have pinched a fly to death. Then he relaxed his frown and looked at Ling Weicheng and said, "I've been practicing medicine for so many years, and I've never seen a pulse as strange as yours!"
"What's the matter? Just tell me, don't be so vague and scare me!"
Doctor Cheng pursed his lips and looked at Ling Weicheng's expression again: "There's obviously nothing wrong with you, but you insist on saying that you have a serious illness.
He was trembling and sweating profusely, and I was so scared that I almost doubted that all my years of practicing medicine were in vain!
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