On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

Shen Huaixin was so haggard that his face was sallow, his eye sockets were sunken, and his lips were covered with chapped skin.

The study burned down. The fire was so fierce and intense that it burned to the ground. Nothing could be saved.

His important letters and carefully selected treasures were just gone.

I stayed at the fire scene for more than an hour, but it didn't help.

Trying to find anything that survived, I found nothing.

Searching around the fire scene, he always felt that something was wrong. He could guess why the fire broke out. It was probably related to the fire in the Princess's Mansion.

But as soon as the fire started, the people guarding the yard discovered it and quickly started to save it. Why did it burn like this?

Why is there nothing else besides the broken pieces of doors and windows?

It's okay if we don't have those calligraphy and painting letters. They are all made of paper, so we can't keep them. Why are the antique bottles and the swords on the sword stand burned away?

It always feels weird.

Before he could figure it out, the sergeant guarding the warehouse came to report tremblingly.

Shen Huaixin felt that his heart and body were numb now. Looking at the sergeant who reported the news, he was able to remain calm.

"What happened?"

"Back to my lord, the warehouse... is empty."

Shen Huaixin's heart, which he thought was numb, twitched suddenly, his voice was squeezed out of his chest, and every word was filled with fire.

"What? What do you do for food!"

"Sir, my subordinates are guarding me day and night, and I never slack off."

Shen Huaixin kicked him away and rushed to the warehouse angrily.

The door of the warehouse was slightly open, and the guards were kneeling aside.

"Sir, today's routine inspection, the result..."

There is nothing more to say about the rest.

Shen Huaixin strode to the door, then stopped in front of it, holding on to the heavy door leaf with his hand. The cold touch spread from his fingertips to his heart, slowly slowing down his restless blood.

The light of early winter morning softly spreads on the ground. Today is a rare sunny day.

But this ray of light made Shen Huaixin feel like the light of a sword coming from the door.

He gritted his back teeth, took a deep breath, and pushed the door open.

"Squeak", I have never thought this sound is so harsh.

Shen Huaixin walked inside. There was silence all around, and everyone even breathed lightly.

The sound of his footsteps clearly echoed in the huge and empty warehouse.

It was really empty, there was nothing left.

Even the shelves where things were stored and the empty boxes that used to be placed in the corners were gone.

The blood that was flowing slowly in Shen Huaixin's body slowly solidified completely.

His vision went dark, and he gritted his teeth to hold back a mouthful of blood without spitting out.

Whose thief steals so much!

He stiffly went to the darkroom and kicked off the mechanism. When he saw that the wall was also empty, he swayed and held on to the wall, and the blood he had been holding back spurted out.

"grown ups!"

Several people rushed over to help him, but Shen Huaixin had already fainted.

When he woke up, nearly an hour had passed. When he saw that the grain supervisor was there, he knew there was still bad news.

"Tell me what happened."

The grain supervisor whispered: "My subordinates have informed several grain shops. They all said that there is not much grain in the morning next year, and they all sell about the same. If they don't sell it before the year, it will be regarded as old grain next year."

"What do you mean? Can't conquer it?"

Now Shen Huaixin is too lazy to listen to any excuses, he just wants to know the result.

"We can collect some, but they won't last for two days. There are a few people who are willing to sell them to us."

"Sir, if it doesn't work, I will go to the people to collect food."

This is the last way and a last resort.

In normal times, that would be fine. People would not dare to say anything, but it is different now. Huo Changhe is in Youcheng. Shen Huaixin must maintain his positive image and cannot lose to Huo Changhe at any point.

He stroked his head and thought for a while: "I'll think about it again and go back to the military camp first."

The study here was burned down and the medicinal materials were missing, but it wasn't just gone. There were also subsequent troubles. He had a headache now and just wanted to avoid it for a while.

Since he didn't want to ride the horse anymore, he asked his men to prepare a carriage and take the carriage out of the city and back to the camp.

Before he left the city, the carriage stopped. He was upset and asked, "What's wrong?"

The subordinate outside the car replied: "Sir, there is a team transporting food into the city."

Shen Huaixin suddenly opened his eyes.

I lifted the curtain and looked out of the car, and sure enough I saw a huge team. From beginning to end, there were at least twenty cars, and every car was full of rice bags.

Shen Huaixin instantly became energetic. He could solve these troubles one by one.

Immediately call the grain supervisor over and ask him to keep an eye on it to see whose grain team this is.

To be able to have so many at once, it must be some big rice shop owner in the city.

You can’t say it’s gone now, right?

With these, enough to last for a few days, he would try to force the governor to open a warehouse. After the new year passed, a new batch would arrive in the spring.

Seeing the grain supervisor following the grain convoy to inquire for information, Shen Huaixin lowered the curtain.

He had to find out who stole his warehouse.

He felt that the person who stole the military rations and the person who stole the warehouse should be the same person, or the same group of people.

But how did they steal it without anyone noticing? There are so many things, how come the people under my hands don’t notice them at all?

And... he felt upset when he thought about it, who stole things from anyone, even empty boxes on the shelves!

Yan Ruyu leaned on the pillow while the abbot held a cup and drank tea: "Hey? When are you free to make some milk tea?"

"You want to drink?" Yan Ruyu raised her eyes and looked at him, "Why do you like to drink what girls drink?"

"Everyone likes the delicious food, regardless of gender," the abbot said with a smile, "Make some, and I will fry tea for you, and there will be another tea tree in my dimension."

Since the last destruction, the space has slowly recovered.

Yan Ruyu nodded: "Okay, did you have any problems with your space later?"

"No, everything is fine," the abbot peeled an orange. "Who do you think created that array to harm us? Is that Mr. Mo? What does that person do?"

"I don't know. I guess it has something to do with the struggle for the throne," Yan Ruyu said in a deep voice. "He first appeared as an adviser to King Yi. Later, when King Yi fell, he was the one who promoted it. He was also said to be The secret sentry sent by the prince to King Yi."

"But I don't think he wants to protect the crown prince," Yan Ruyu tapped her fingers, "This person has a big agenda, and he is not someone who can be controlled by others."

The abbot was about to speak when Linlang whispered from outside the carriage: "Master, someone is following behind."

Yan Ruyu smiled lowly: "Okay, follow the plan."

Linlang agreed, and the motorcade stopped in front of a secluded inn.

Yan Ruyu put on her curtain hat, and the abbot put on his long cloak and got out of the car first, then helped her down.

After checking in, the motorcade drove to the back door. The inn couldn't accommodate so many grain trucks. There happened to be an open space not far outside, and their car was parked here.

As soon as they moved into the backyard, someone came in to inquire for information.