Chapter 87 My husband... is not very good in mind
There is movement on the mountain road leading to Ze County.
Hundreds of officers and soldiers carried cartloads of coarse salt and rushed to clear the way ahead of time.
At noon, carriages passed by Xilin Village.
Zhifu Zhu had been riding in a carriage for several days, and his body was a little overwhelmed. He took a noble sip of tea, looking forward to going to Ze County to meet the fifth prince.
If the fifth prince pays attention, there is hope for promotion.
The carriage swayed all the way.
After driving on a mountain road, you don’t seek speed, but stability.
"My lord."
At this time, someone shouted outside.
Magistrate Zhu, who was being nice to others outside, slightly opened the corner of the car curtain and asked warmly: "What's going on?"
"There is someone following us from a distance."
The soldier reported: "It's right behind us. , Do you want to drive him away?"
Zhifu frowned: "Go and inquire."
"Yes"
The soldiers went quickly and came back soon.
"Sir, the driver of the cattle cart is a mother-in-law and a daughter-in-law. The younger brother in the cart has also been searched. He is a boy under ten years old and a weak man who is seriously ill. He said he was going to the town to see him. "Doctor's."
"Gah."
A bird chirped from the sky.
Zhifu Zhu looked over and his expression turned bad when he saw it was a crow.
But even so, he still sighed: "It's not easy, just let them do it."
"My lord is compassionate."
Although it was sunny, it was still extremely cold, with a cold wind Just pour it on your body.
Yu Tingwan didn’t know how to drive an ox cart, but Huiniang did.
The snow soldiers on the mountain road cannot be completely cleared, but only to the extent that it is barely passable.
Fortunately, there were tracks left by the wheels of the previous carriages. For them, traveling along the tracks was much easier than they imagined.
The girl smeared ashes on her face before going out, so she didn't look so conspicuous and attractive.
She went to school sitting next to Hui Niang.
Yu Tingwan asked the soldiers that they had to continue on their way after using the twilight food, and they would stop to rest at Hai hour.
The girl was thoughtful and prepared to switch driving ox carts with Hui Niang, otherwise she would be worried that Hui Niang would not be able to hold on.
At the same time, she was also doing two things, asking the people behind her from time to time.
"Husband, are you okay?"
Wei Zhao wanted to reply at first.
“It’s okay.”
“It’s okay.”
"Not bad."
He didn't want to say a word after that.
Because he vomited blood again.
Yue Shan was so frightened that he was about to scream and call someone when the man put his index finger between his lips and told him to shut up.
Obviously he only made one move, but it felt inexplicably oppressive.
Yu Tingwan, who had not replied for a long time, was inexplicably uneasy: "Husband?"
For a long time, he heard Yue Shan whisper: "Uncle Shen is asleep."
When Yu Tingwan heard this, he was afraid of making a noise. Wei Zhao rested and became quiet.
Wei Zhao didn't sleep. He wiped the blood with a coarse cloth and looked at the sky with his eyes open.
It’s quite blue.
The air is also exceptionally fresh.
In the girl's chatter, everything seemed to be promising.
Time passed quickly, and when the sky darkened, the carriages in front stopped.
The soldiers began to prepare evening meals for the adults on the carriage.
Many county officials got off the carriage and headed towards the prefect as if to say hello, seizing the opportunity to show their courtesy.
Except for Magistrate Yang who came down the last dilapidated carriage.
He was not gregarious, so he hesitated and did not follow.
I was not welcomed even if I went there.
Taking advantage of this moment, Hui Niang went to heat thick flour buns and boiled eggs.
Yue Shan jumped off the bullock cart and went to feed the old cows. You have to eat well to have strength.
Yu Tingwan was not idle either. He set up firewood, took out the medicine jar and grabbed the snow from it. After it was heated, he could cook the medicine.
She squatted on the ground and just put the lid on the medicine jar, when a shadow fell on her head.
Yu Tingwan raised his eyes and looked up.
He is a young county magistrate.
Unlike the county magistrates we just saw, he is thin and thinly dressed.
The policeman behind him stepped forward and said, "This is County Magistrate Yang, the man who visited the flowers in the 28th year of the Jin Dynasty."
The girl and Huiniang were about to stand up to say hello when they saw Magistrate Yang waving his hands. "No need to be polite."
"I heard that you were going to see a doctor, so I came over to have a look. If you need help, I will do whatever I can to help. ”
Magistrate Yang has no airs and is very enthusiastic.
After learning about the Wei family's situation, he was filled with sadness.
First, praise Huiniang.
"You are quite good at being parents like this."
Then he praised Yu Tingwan.
“If your husband is like this, you will never leave me. You are a model for women.”
Yu Tingwan:! !
Yes, it’s her!
Magistrate Yang even walked a few steps near the bullock cart to see the people lying inside.
At first glance, I was surprised.
There is a man with such an extraordinary appearance in the countryside.
At second glance, it was a pity.
Why am I so sick? It seems like my breathing is weak. It's probably impossible to save him.
For the third time, he met Wei Zhao's cold gaze.
Wei Zhao has an impression of Tanhua Lang in the 28th year of the Jin Dynasty.
I once heard Xiao Huaiyan mention it.
It is said that Yang Weiwen has great ambitions, but he doesn't know how to adapt, and his bones are harder than anyone else's.
He was attracted by the Ninth Princess and wanted to be her consort.
The Ninth Princess is the daughter of the Queen. If it were anyone else, she would have been ecstatic.
It was better for him to refuse directly.
Say there is a fiancée at home.
If a man is unmarried and a woman is unmarried, even if she is married, it is a blessing for her to be favored by the Ninth Princess. A wise man would have divorced his first wife at home.
But Yang Weiwen just refused.
The Ninth Princess is a golden branch and jade leaf, how can she bear this anger.
The emperor didn't say anything, but he might have expressed his anger. Then he sent Yang Weiwen, who was supposed to be on duty at the Hanlin Academy, to Liu'an City to serve as a small county magistrate.
Wei Zhao: “Have you seen enough?”
Yang Weiwen felt an inexplicable chill running down his spine.
"Enough...enough."
The corner of Yu Tingwan's mouth twitched.
Afraid of offending someone.
She stepped forward quickly: "My husband..."
She nodded her head: "It's not a good place here. Please don't argue with us ignorant people."
Wei Zhao:...
Yang Weiwen waved his hand hurriedly: "No. , No."
He said: "Don't say it's me. If it were the prefect, he wouldn't care."
Yang Weiwen is a talkative person. For several days, no one paid attention to him except the policemen around him.
At this moment, I was a little unable to stop.
“The prefect is the person I admire the most.”
“He has actually met General Wei!”
I don’t know whether he admires the prefect or whether he has met Wei Zhao The prefect.
Yang Weiwen: "The prefect said last time that he has a good personal relationship with General Wei."
Wei Zhao looked over expressionlessly.
I saw the envy on Yang Weiwen's face.
He was sickly: "He lied to you."
Yu Tingwan:? ? ?
She whispered: "Say less what you shouldn't say."
Wei Zhao: "Really."
What could Yu Tingwan do? He had no choice but to think again in front of the astonished Magistrate Yang.
Yang Weiwen knew how serious Wei Zhao's illness was, and he was talking nonsense.
"Other prefects rushed to Ze County. I'm afraid they all had their own ideas, and they didn't really give General Wei a ride!"
Yang Weiwen sighed: "We adults are different. He really went to see his friend off. What a sincere friendship!”
"It's hard to imagine how he will cry then."
Wei Zhao imagined it.
Crying in sorrow and becoming the focus.
Remembered by officials in Beijing.
Wei Zhao said calmly: "I understand."
"Anyway, the person is dead, and he claims that he is my ancestor, so there is no proof, right?"
(End of this chapter)