Chapter 1771 Extra Story: Whose Boy (2)

The man in front of the window was silent for a long time.

"Your Majesty, it's late at night, and the rain is strong and the wind is cool. Your Majesty should rest earlier." Because his back was turned, Uncle Peng couldn't see the man's expression, couldn't perceive his emotions, and didn't dare to ask or disturb him, and sighed quietly. Backed off with a sound.

He knew that the emperor paid too much attention to Princess Hongdou, but as a bystander, he couldn't intervene in this kind of matter.

However, the emperor has always acted rationally, so he should not do anything impulsive.

Although Wujiang is located at the border between Dongyue and Xiliang, it belongs to Xiliang. The emperor can't control that boundary. At most, he can only send spies to keep a close eye on Princess Hongdou's activities and report from time to time.

The wind and rain were turbulent, the window sill in front of him was already soaked, the raindrops fell and the water splashed, soaking the clothes on his chest little by little, Yan Rongjin couldn't feel the cold.

Two years later, she still hasn't given up.

He...hasn't forgotten either.

"Qiqi, you might as well show up."

In this way, she will no longer continue to search, and he will no longer be thrilled by her persistence.

At that time, he must be able to let go.

The next day, in the early court, a courtier reported that the prefect of Hengzhou was corrupt and perverted the law. Officials and businessmen colluded to oppress the common people. He was like a tyrant in the territory of Hengzhou. He begged the emperor to punish him severely.

The emperor decided to go to Hengzhou to visit and verify it. If the courtier's report is true, he will be executed without mercy.

All the officials shouted that the emperor is wise.

Uncle Peng stood behind the emperor, his heart skipped a beat, and his eyes dimmed.

Hengzhou, near Wujiang River.

There is only a mere ten miles between the two places.

...

The horse gallops on the narrow path, and the sound of horseshoes echoes in the forest.

The man on horseback was dressed in Tsing Yi, his body was thin and perfect, his face was covered with a mask, and his eyes exposed outside the mask were cold and sharp.

Running along the path to the end, the man stopped urgently, and the horse raised its hooves and neighed.

In front of him, the river blocked the way.

"Young master!" Another horse behind him chased up, and the man immediately said anxiously, "They are about to catch up, there is no retreat here, what should we do?"

The man turned his head to look at the winding muddy road behind him, then at the river in front of him, and said in a deep voice, "Cross the river!"

"But the Wujiang River is at high tide, and there are no boatmen at all!"

"You go to find the boat, leave it to me here." After saying that, the man rode his horse back and rushed towards the figure that had already appeared over there.

Seeing this, the attendant gritted his teeth and went down the river to find the boatman.

When the attendant finally bought a wooden boat from the boatman, and returned to the place just now, he found that there was no one there. The ground was muddy and bloodstained. There were traces of fierce fighting, but there was no way to distinguish it. where to go.

The Wujiang River has been raining continuously for more than a month, and the high tide of the river has flooded the rice fields of the people on both sides of the river. In October, when the harvest is about to be bumper, there is no harvest.

After the tide receded, soaked and moldy grains could be seen everywhere in the fields and on the ground, and the crying of the people could be heard everywhere.

Sorrows are everywhere, and the ground is a mess.

There are countless people who suffer from injuries, colds and illnesses.

The Shangyamen of Wujiang County received an order from above to order the doctors of the City Traditional Chinese Medicine Center to cooperate with the imperial court to help rescue the people, and Hongdou was among them.

Although she is not a local, her medical skills and personality are more trusted and supported by the people than the doctors in the city, so she is busier and more tired than others.

Day and night without rest is common.

"The child has a cold and may have a fever at night after taking the medicine. Pay attention to cooling down, and he will be fine when he wakes up tomorrow."

"Thank you Miss Acacia, thank you!"

In the old house, the family is very grateful to Hongdou.

Carrying the medicine box on his back, smiling at everyone, Hongdou dragged his exhausted body away.