As he spoke, he rubbed his forehead in self-deprecation: "People regard me as a divine doctor, saying that I treat patients regardless of their social status. That is indeed true, but I have never thought that someone who can find what I want could be poor or lowly."
Shang Yunlan didn't know what to say.
He did not agree with Lin Jing's ideas before, but because he himself was a beneficiary of these ideas, he chose to remain silent.
But now, in order to help Lin Jing get rid of such pain, he had to speak up: "Uncle Lin, if we really look at it from your point of view, I don't think you are wrong. There are millions of people in the world, and everyone is subject to birth, aging, sickness and death. How can you possibly save everyone? It's all about timing and fate, and there is cause and effect in the dark. If you get stuck on this, then you will only lose more than you gain."
He paused for a moment, then said, "The prescription you gave saved many soldiers on the northwestern border. This is already a great merit."
Lin Jing shook her head and remained silent.
Shang Yunlan knew that Lin Jing would have a hard time coming to terms with things for a while, and he couldn't help but blame himself for revealing the truth.
The two fell silent for a moment.
After a long while, Lin Jing finally spoke in a hoarse voice: "Yao Chen, once you've succeeded, I want to go out for a walk."
Shang Yunlan felt a sudden jolt, as if Lin Jing was making his final arrangements.
Lin Jing's eyelashes trembled slightly: "The most taboo thing for a doctor is arrogance and complacency. I have been practicing medicine for more than 20 years, but I have forgotten even this basic principle... After this matter is settled, I want to travel all over the country and see the world... Being a barefoot doctor is better than my so-called otherworldly appearance before."
Shang Yunlan didn't know what to say; he was never good at comforting others.
Outside the window, a light spring rain began to fall again.
...
Shuocheng.
Inside the tent, Shang Shaoyan was still asleep when she received news of the enemy attack. As soon as the bugle sounded, she immediately performed a scene of "startling awake from a dying dream" for Qiao Xiuyu.
Qiao Xiuyu was still reading a book. He liked watching Shang Shaoyan's peaceful and adorable appearance in his sleep. When Shang Shaoyan sat up like this, he was startled: "An'an, what's wrong?"
Shang Shaoyan climbed out of the low bed, and while putting on his armor and breastplate, he said to Qiao Xiuyu in a daze, "Ah, there's a war. I'm going to go see."
Qiao Xiuyu: "...I feel like you haven't woken up yet."
Shang Shaoyan yawned, then forced himself to stay awake and said to Qiao Xiuyu, "Why don't you slap me? That'll definitely wake me up immediately."
Qiao Xiuyu: "..."
He looked helplessly at Shang Shaoyan's serious face, stood up, leaned over and kissed her on the lips. Shang Shaoyan felt the overwhelming beauty so close to her and the warmth of her lips, and she immediately came to her senses.
Qiao Xiuyu smiled at her and asked, "How are you? Are you awake?"
Shang Shaoyan gave him a reproachful look, then shouldered his broadsword and left the tent.
Yu Tan and Hua Qing have already assembled their troops, just waiting for Shang Shaoyan to act as their pillar of strength.
Mo Xing was wounded on the battlefield that day and has been recuperating since then, so he will not be going this time. At this moment, he is standing with Mr. Xin under the military flag to see off the army.
Old Master Xin stared intently at Shang Shaoyan, his face full of emotion: "Last time the county magistrate won a battle, this time she will surely return victorious as well."
Shang Shaoyan smiled, said nothing more, simply raised the sword in his hand, and led the army on another journey.
The nights in the Northwest are very cool, with the vast Gobi Desert and a dazzling starry sky. The wind here is different from the gentle breeze of Jiangnan; it carries a destructive force, stirring up clouds of dust as the army passes by, and even gravel turns to dust wherever the horses' hooves tread.
As night fell, Old Master Xin, holding a hot water bottle, watched the army gradually disappear into the distance under the starry sky. Suddenly, he asked Mo Xing beside him, "What kind of person do you think the county princess is?"
Mo Xing scratched the back of his head, not quite understanding why Old Master Xin would ask such a question—he could also be described as "brave and resourceful," but he always felt that Princess Heyang and Old Master Xin were a million times smarter than him.
However, since Mr. Xin asked this question, he must have his own deeper meaning.
“Princess Heyang…is a very powerful person.” Mo Xing thought for a long time before carefully speaking, “She is skilled in both literature and martial arts, and has a straightforward personality. I don’t think I have ever seen her be sad or happy because of external things. Although she is beautiful, the longer you spend with her, the more you will overlook her appearance and only think that she is very good. Such people are rare, and therefore especially precious.”
As Mr. Xin listened, a smile appeared on his face. He glanced at Mo Xing and said, "In the army, people like this are highly respected."
This sentence is a declarative sentence because Mr. Xin had been stationed at the border for more than ten years and knew all too well what kind of people these soldiers respected most.
Human nature is to admire the strong, and Mr. Xin had to admit that Princess Heyang—the girl who used to cling to his leg and call him "Grandpa Xin" in her clear voice—had grown into a figure that no one dared to look directly at.
Mo Xing nodded, agreeing with what Old Master Xin said: "Yes, when fighting, the county princess was at the forefront. After the war, when the merits were counted, she was the one who made the most contributions. But she didn't care about these empty titles. She just did what she wanted to do, only seeking a clear conscience."
Old Master Xin glanced at him, then suddenly changed the subject: "What about His Majesty? What about the Crown Prince? Putting aside the issue of ruler and subject, what kind of people do you think they are?"
Mo Xing had never met Emperor Chen and the Crown Prince before. Hearing this, he choked for a moment and said uncertainly, "They should be doing quite well. They haven't withheld our military pay, and there has never been a shortage of weapons."
Old Mr. Xin sighed inwardly and reminded him, "You've probably forgotten that these things were all sent by the county magistrate and the duke out of their own pockets."
Mo Xing was stunned for a moment, something suddenly flashed through his mind, and then he understood.
So the county princess was actually...
Old Master Xin smiled slightly and said meaningfully, "I can see that you respect the County Princess very much, and you only recognize the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion. From now on, no matter what the County Princess does, you just follow her, understand?"
If the old Duke and Duchess were like older siblings to Mo Xing, then the wise Old Master Xin was more like a father or grandfather. He always listened to Old Master Xin, and upon hearing this, he didn't ask any further questions, but simply laughed heartily: "I, Mo Xing, will naturally follow the County Princess to the death! Old Master Xin, I'm not a fool. I know the County Princess has grand ambitions, but I don't care, nor will I delve into them. Like the County Princess, I only do what I want to do, seeking only to have a clear conscience!"
Old Master Xin gave Mo Xing an admiring look, then chuckled and said, "I knew you were clever, lad. Let's go back to camp and wait for the news of the county magistrate's triumphant return!"
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