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Chapter 86

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    On the way back to the room, Xiang Huan was in a daze.

    Yu Fei saw him looking at his hands from time to time, as if thinking.

    "Hey, big head."

    Xiang Huan suddenly asked, "Have you ever touched a girl?"

    The latter felt sad when he asked, "Aren't you talking nonsense? Where am I going to touch girls?"

    Xiang Huan let out a sigh of incomprehensible emotion, and stopped talking.

    The small courtyard of the next guest room showed an unbelievable quietness. After Yu Wenjun finished his work and entered the door, he could only see Yu Fei sitting on the steps and juggling knives bored. The atmosphere was surprisingly harmonious.

    There was a lamp lit in the room, it was rare for Xiang Huan to sit so honestly.  The flickering candlelight illuminated the lines on his palm, which had thin calluses and rough scratches.

    Xiang Huan tilted his head and rested his chin, his eyes lost in thought.

    He grew up with Wanyao, held hands and hugged people, but this was the first time he touched her like this.

    Unexpectedly, this kind of feeling can be found on a girl's body, really

    Xiang Huan didn't know how to describe it, so he changed his hand to support his head, spread his five fingers and turned back and forth, somehow feeling a little better.

    If you slap him, let him touch it again.

    Just as this idea came to my mind, there seemed to be a torrent rushing to the surroundings in the seven meridians and eight meridians, the tendons on the arms quickly numb to the fingertips, and it became hot for no reason.

    He froze for a moment, and hurriedly opened the window, trying to let in some cool air.

    At this time, in the study not far from the wing room.  Ji Changchuan was turning on the light to look through the accounts handed over by the army, and when he heard the movement, he raised his eyes and glanced outside.

    Only then shook his head helplessly, "The children are so noisy, when will they grow up?"

    Joining the army smoothed things over with a smile, "Young people are always restless."

    Looking at each other and laughing, Ji Changchuan flipped a few pages of the account book in his hand, and the stern figures in it finally made him lose the last bit of ease and freehand brushwork on his face.

    "Nowadays, is there only so much food and medicine left in the barracks?"

    Joining the army showed a wry smile, "Military doctors and soldiers went to the mountains to gather herbs every day, but it was still not enough. After all, the herbs will be harvested one day. If the imperial court does not issue supplies, I am afraid it will not last."

    "The imperial envoys have given me a lot of gold and silver. Have you ever asked the city to buy them?"

    "It's requisitioned, but the war burned many houses, and it's winter again. The people's own reserves are not enough to eat, and very few are willing to sell."

    "Where is the sergeant we sent to borrow food? Haven't come back yet?"

    The latter reported hesitantly and in a low voice, "no."

    "If this goes on like this, the lack of food will only be a matter of these few days." Ji Changchuan closed the book and closed his eyes to think for a moment, then opened it again, and asked, "Which county is the closest to Longcheng?"

    Joining the army hurriedly replied: "General, it's Songzhou."

    At the same time, Songzhou was still a scene of peace and prosperity.

    The common people are not aware of the twists and turns of the above schemes and scheming, and they still live a peaceful life, hoping for a smooth and rainy new year and a healthy family.

    In Tongjuan Chen Shuo's mansion.

    ?It has been raining for several days, and the moon is still as unclear as paper.

    Taking advantage of the clean air after the rain, Chen Wenjun put down the pen and paper for calligraphy practice, and went out for a walk in the small garden.

    ?Since being dispatched to Songzhou, the life of the family has been much more difficult than before. The old father couldn't stand the blow of the family's decline, and he was lingering and sick all day long.

    The Chen family was obviously leaking from all directions, but my mother was so proud of herself that she refused to let others down, so she spent a lot of money to buy this house, and built a garden by patchwork.

    With her maid, she walked alone in the empty corridor. Her daily expenses were limited, and there were only a few lanterns in the corridor, which seemed particularly austere after nightfall.

    "Why didn't you see the young master for dinner today?"

    The maid said respectfully, "Miss, the young master is busy with things outside, I'm afraid he won't come back."

    When Chen Wenjun heard the words, he could only sigh.

    ?My younger brother does not think about making progress in terms of character and ability, but is always obsessed with intrigue and crooked ways.

    General will pass through the winding flower gate, and vaguely hear strange noises from all around, the sound is not loud, thin, and very rhythmic, like iron rubbing on the ground.

    Chen Wenjun couldn't help but stop and listen, "Xiaohui, what's going on?"

    The servant girl also listened to her for a while, shaking her head blankly.

    Chen Wenjun put on his skirt and went down the stone steps? Avoid festering.

    The soldier lying on the sickbed asked her with white lips: "Miss Wanyao How long will it take for our wounds to heal?"

    "Before I heard people say that the imperial court did not distribute supplies, and the army's medicinal herbs were already stretched. Is it true?"

    Wan Yao could only try to appease people's hearts, "It's nothing, don't listen to their nonsense."

    The person next to him forced himself to sit up: "But it will be a month, and the imperial decree still doesn't allow the general to return to Beijing. In the past, when the war ended, the general always withdrew his troops and returned to his command within ten days"

    She explained: "Maybe it's because the opponents this time are different from the previous ones? Yuan Fu used his troops strangely. Your Majesty probably ordered the general to continue to garrison because he was afraid that he would have another move."  After thinking about it, too much worry is not conducive to recuperating, so let's take medicine first."

    After administering needles to several wounded patients to force them to fall asleep, the wailing and pain gradually subsided.

    Wanyao closed the door, exhaled as lightly as possible, and waited until she returned to the small courtyard of the pharmacy before she put down the box, simply sat on the floor, leaning against the wooden pillar, weary and worried.

    In this place, the cries of the wounded could be heard every so often. The atmosphere came from the depression of death, which vaguely reminded her of the time when she was in the epidemic area of ??the capital.

    Wan Yao felt the long-lost powerlessness in his heart, so he lightly pressed his head against the pillar and looked forward in a daze.

    Suddenly, someone lightly slapped her on the shoulder.

    Just as she was returning to her senses in a daze, she had a warm oil-paper bag in her hand, and when she looked up, there was already a familiar figure beside her.

    Xiang Huan neatly sat down next to her, and raised his eyebrows to signal: "Eat, the meat pie with preserved vegetables specially bought for you It seems that you haven't eaten for almost a day."

    Wan Yao thanked politely, took apart the greased paper and took small bites.

    She ate slowly, and the young man had a leisurely heart, so he just kept looking sideways, and seeing a piece of crumbs on the corner of his mouth, he couldn't help pointing her away with his thumb.

    "How is the situation today? I just saw that there are not as many wounded soldiers carried out to be buried as yesterday." Xiang Huan put his thumb to his lips and licked it off naturally.

    Wan Yao was not relieved when she heard the words, but became more and more worried, because this does not mean how many people they saved, but that the number of patients has been greatly reduced.

    Too many wounded soldiers died.

    She lowered her eyes and rubbed the biscuits in her hands, "It's still the same, the medicines are not available, the wound heals slowly, and the patient has repeated fevers. As time goes on, it will be difficult to save life."

    Immediately he let out a long sigh.

    Knowing that she was used to seeing life and death during this period of time, she felt extremely depressed, Xiang Huan pursed his lips and thought for a while, thinking to make her happier, so he suddenly reached out and touched his bosom.

    "Hey, here's something nice to show you."

    Wan Yao raised her eyes sullenly: "What?"

    The young man flicked an exquisite sachet into her sight, "Do you know what this is?"

    "Sachet." She was puzzled.

    Xiang Huan beat the tassel on his hand, and explained patiently, "This one was given to me by a girl, and it was placed beside my bed. She also wrote a love letter, saying that she admired me."

    Wan Yao's first reaction was a little skeptical: "There is a girl who admires you?"

    Hearing her tone, the latter suddenly became unhappy, "Hey I'm still a young talent anyway, so it's normal for someone to admire me, okay?"

    Wanyao raised her eyebrows and asked with an expression of waiting for his next words, "So what? Are you showing off?"

    Xiang Huan looked at her, "Why do you always like to think of me as bad, I brought this specially for you."

    As he spoke, he rolled his eyes lightly, pulled Wan Yao's wrist over, and slapped the sachet.

    The brocade surface is exquisite in workmanship and the stitches are exquisite. It really looks like it came from the hands of a girl.

    "How is it" The young man beside him wrapped his arms between his legs, waiting for her reaction, "I handed in the confiscation in such a timely manner, are you satisfied?" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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