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Chapter One

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    In the spring of the first year of Xian'an, the rain has not stopped since the Awakening of Insects, and it has been raining continuously for more than ten days.

    Get up early and open the window, there is still some coolness in the morning breeze, and the whole world is full of dampness.

    Wanyao opened a blue and white oilcloth umbrella in the slanting wind and drizzle, and took her maid to the street.

    Before reaching the gate of the square, the sound of distant bells and drums rippled like ripples, and the sound of everything was ethereal, and the city of Chang'an, which had been sleeping all night, gradually woke up in the twilight.

    Most of the people who came and went were people who were in a hurry to get out of the workshop or run errands. They hurriedly bought two sesame cakes at the sesame seed shop and carried them in their pockets. While eating and walking, they occasionally coughed a few times.

    Probably due to the warmth of spring and the blooming of flowers, the pharmacy of Wanyao's aunt's house has recently seen an endless stream of patients.

    In this season, many people suffer from hot and humid wind and cold, and the spread of the disease is very likely to cause a disease.

    ?I heard that a rare plague broke out in the south. It ran through the entire Jiannan Road from Kunming to the north. It was so fierce that almost no grass grew anywhere it passed.

    Fortunately, the epidemic has not yet spread to the capital, and the scene of peace and prosperity can still be maintained here.

    Wan Yao has been studying medicine for several years, and plans to help out in the pharmacy, but she has to avoid her father.

    Fortunately, Wan's experience is unshakable and he only walks on the main street. It is not difficult to stagger with him.  As soon as the old father left, she quietly walked around on the back.

    The cross roads in the workshop are intertwined. She knows that there is an alley behind the clothing store, connecting Huaiyuan and Chonghua two workshops. It is usually inaccessible. After a winter, the ground is covered with thick leaves.

    A stone table and a stone bench are placed in the cramped alley, with a square wall on one side and a majestic mansion on the other.

    Green bricks and green tiles, the door is closed, and the protruding branches have been across the top of the head, forming a natural eaves.

    She also knew that the owner of the house was named Xiang.

    Wanyao looked up and watched, then stopped unconsciously, the maid behind her was in a daze with a basket, this stop almost hit her, she quickly stopped, followed her and turned her head to look at the room next to her inexplicably  Abandon.

    Wan Yao is too familiar with this place.

    She actually doesn't like wandering around Chang'an, but the reason why she knows this trail so well is because when she was young, she picked up that person at the back door of this house more than once.

    Wan and Xiang are family friends. At that time, she was only seven or eight years old. She may have met Xiang's parents a few times, but she doesn't remember it clearly.

    About eight years ago, after the death of the eldest son of Xiang, Wan Yao often heard the sound of beatings and scolding in the mansion.

    At that time, whenever she sneaked out in the middle of the night, she would definitely see a stubborn and straight figure kneeling in this alley.

    Occasionally, it is holding a one-foot-wide copper basin, and occasionally it is holding a half-foot-high bamboo slip book. Later, it may not change after repeated admonitions, and gradually becomes a water tank, holding an official room, kneeling on the abacus and standing still  , There are all kinds of punishments, which emerge in endlessly.

    The boy was four years older than her, and he was already quite tall at the age of eleven, two, three, and he was like a young leopard full of energy when he was jumping up and down the alley with his gun in his hand, without stopping for a moment.

    It is often only when the medicine is applied that I can be quiet for a while.

    Wanyao's medical skills were laid from then on. She took herbs from her aunt's house, and the two of them sat on the stone bench to clean the wound under the moonlight.

    Most of his body was wounded by sticks and whips, which criss-crossed, especially on the back.  Xiang Shilang was a military officer, and he was so ruthless that he didn't look like his own father, but he often touched the tip of his nose indifferently, without even frowning.

    Sometimes Wan Yao would ask, "Why does your father keep beating you?"

    The boy bit the cloth strip and tied the wound, and replied casually: "He doesn't want me to go to the battlefield."

    She was surprised when she heard it: "Aren't you still on?"

    The other party swore: "I will always be there."

    She didn't understand at that time, and she still didn't understand it later: "But your father wants to fight you, what's so good about fighting, can't you not go?"

    Wan Yao said casually, but the boy's reaction was quite fierce, "How can that be done!"

    "I am going to be a general in the future, how can I not fight when I am a general."

    There was great pride in his tone, "I not only want to make meritorious deeds, but also to pacify the Southwest. I will become a great hero who will go down in history, be worshiped by thousands of people, and admired by thousands of people You don't understand if I say it."

    At the end of the story, he might feel a little incomprehensible sadness, so he turned around sullenly, and lay on the ground with his elbow as a pillow without saying a word.

    Wan Yao suddenly felt very sorry, and moved behind him, XiaoSuddenly, another dull loud noise followed.

    It was an indescribable tremor. At first, it was modest and unrevealed, but later it got closer and louder, overwhelming the sky.

    Outside the majestic imperial city, something seemed to be stepping on the ground. Its momentum was rippling and unstoppable, and even the stones on the ground vibrated faintly.

    Wanyao glanced at the inexplicably trembling gravel at his feet, but the crowd behind him started a commotion, pushing and running forward.

    "What happened, such a big commotion?"

    "Hurry up, hurry up, go and have a look"

    Driven by instinct, the people who didn't know the truth followed out one after another to watch the fun.

    Only one person turned his head while running and shouted: "General Ji's army is back! It's at the gate of the city!"

    The people who came back were stunned for a moment, followed by shouts and cheers like a tide.

    "Our tiger and leopard cavalry squadron from the Northern Expedition has returned to the dynasty!"

    The cheering and cheering crowd passed by, Wanyao walked forward a few steps in the embrace, hesitantly dazed for a while before realizing it and repeated: "The army from the Northern Expedition is back"

    After she realized something, the look in her eyes suddenly brightened, and she immediately lifted the hem of her skirt and followed the direction of the flow of people.

    The maid quickly separated from her and called across the crowd: "Girl, girl!"

    There are almost 100 people in the nearly 100 squares of Chang'an City, and the left and right sides of Zhuque Street have long been surrounded.  The sound of neat horseshoes came from the noise, Wanyao was far away from the crowd, and couldn't even see the horse's tail.

    "General Ji, it's General Ji!"

    "There is also General Yuwen Zhonglang!"

    As soon as the person opposite stepped on her feet, she could only look at the backs of their heads and sigh.

    Ji Changchuan is the great Sima of the country and a famous general with illustrious military exploits, so he is quite loved by the people. The residents of Great Wei have always been enthusiastic, and it is inevitable that the public sentiment will be high at this moment.

    Seeing that the momentum was not right, the Jinwu guards in Beijing rushed forward to clear the road, and the ones who stood tallest were scolded and dragged down, almost raising their eyes, Wan Yao clearly saw the tiger and leopard cavalry.  The figure buried deep in memory.

    On Xiongjun's war horse, the young general sat upright, his battle robe was solemn, his black armor was bright, and the spear in his hand was cold, pointing obliquely at the sky under the morning light.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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