Madam General, please run slower.

Wu Yu, who was reporting on military preparations at noon, finally couldn't help asking after seeing Yu Xun's frequent absent-mindedness, "General, is there something bothering you?"

Yu Xun seemed to be waiting for him to ask this question, and he blurted out, "What do you mean by a vixen giving someone her own fur?"

"What?" Wu Yan was confused, not knowing why Yu Xun was suddenly obsessed with this question. "Maybe that person did it a favor?"

Yu Xun thought back to what happened between them and ruled out this possibility, "There is no favor, and there is even a little hatred."

"General, are you still not sober? Do you want me to ask someone to make some sobering soup for you?" Wu Huang thought for a long time and could only come up with this reason, which could explain the general's nonsense.

Yu Xun also knew how stupid his question was, so he directly asked him to leave, "Alright, alright, put the book down and get out."

Wu Huang obediently put down the book in his hand, but before leaving, he still asked worriedly, "Do you really not need to order the hangover soup?"

"No, get out."

After hearing Yu Xun's powerful voice, Wu Huang left with peace of mind. He said that how could the general's alcohol tolerance be so poor? It seemed that he was irritated by those people in the palace and went a little crazy.

Yu Xun, who was unaware that he was being misunderstood as crazy, was thinking about sending a message to Wei Yi, asking him to prepare some strange books about fox spirits. But before Yu Xun could send the letter, Wei Yi came to report the news in person a few days later.

When Wei Yi arrived, Yu Xun was just about to take a rest. When he saw that the secret guard who came was Wei Yi, Yu Xun's face suddenly became ugly. For Wei Yi to come personally to deliver the letter, it must be an emergency.

"What's the matter?"

"Master, there is an urgent secret letter from the palace."

Yu Xun stood up and pulled his robe together, then took the secret letter from Wei Yi. The letter was not long, but the short two lines made Yu Xun curse out loud.

Yu Xun handed the secret letter to the candlestick, watched it burn to ashes, and then whispered, "Go to the prison and rescue the people yourself. Let our people retreat to the suburbs. Don't conflict with the prince for the time being. Also, keep an eye on the situation in the general's mansion. If necessary, arrest and torture them directly."

"Yes." Wei Yi responded with a fist salute, turned around and disappeared into the darkness.

After this commotion, Yu Xun lost his sleepiness and simply called Wu Huang and several other generals over to discuss military affairs.

In just a few days, the march was twice as fast as before. Because it was winter, the pirates were hiding on the islands, so it was reasonable to say that the march did not need to be so hasty.

Wu Huang didn't know why Yu Xun suddenly wanted to rush his schedule, but seeing how anxious he was, he didn't dare to ask more and could only do as he was told.

Compared with the busyness of Yu Xun, Shi Yaojue was very relaxed. After parting with Yu Xun's army that day, Shi Yaojue knew that Li was going to Chaozhou with him, so he didn't rush and walked slowly all the way to Chaozhou.

Although Chaozhou is cold in winter, it is still bustling. The streets are bustling with people and traffic.

The shops along the street were brightly lit, and the red paper lanterns swayed gracefully, forming a unique landscape. The shopkeepers removed their door panels one after another, revealing the dazzling array of goods inside, attracting passers-by to stop and admire. Silk, porcelain, tea, jewelry...all kinds of precious items sparkled under the lights, dazzling the eyes.

Melodious flute sounds and singing can be heard from afar. They are street performers performing. They are wearing thin clothes, but they are not afraid of the cold at all. They use beautiful music to add a bit of artistic atmosphere to the bustling streets. The audience gathers around to appreciate their performance, and bursts of applause and cheers break out from time to time.

This is a scenery not found in the capital.

Shi Yaojue tried his best to introduce the local delicacies to Li, and when he met a familiar vendor, he would spend money to show his support. But when he walked down the street, he knew eight out of ten vendors. Li watched him throw money everywhere like a good fortune boy, and finally understood the evaluation of Shi Yaojue in the capital city that he was "stupid but rich".

When Li and Wei Shiliu's arms were filled with a bunch of small items, Li stopped Shi Yaojue from spending more and asked, "Do you have a flower boat here?"

Shi Yaojue was stunned for a moment, as if he had thought of something. Just as he was about to shake his head, he heard the enthusiastic vendor next to him speak.

"Oh, the girl is from another place, right? You asked the right question. Our Chaozhou flower boats are famous throughout the whole Jiangnan region."

Li also heard Tan Su'er mention it when they were shopping together that day. Seeing her longing for the Jiangnan flower boats, Li also paid attention to this matter.

"Auntie, what's the difference between the Chaozhou flower boats and those in other places?" Wei Shiliu was also very curious about the Chaozhou flower boats.

The vendor got excited when talking about this. "In Chaozhou, there is one day every month that is considered 'Flower Day'. On that day, the flower god of the month is elected through four competitions in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. Other places often choose beautiful women as flower gods, but it's different here. Both men and women can participate in the election. That's really lively."

"It happens that the flower festival of this month is in two days. If you have nothing to do, you can come and join in the fun." The vendor said this and gave Li Diu a meaningful look. "I heard that the top waiter of Shuhua Pavilion will also participate in the election this time. If she is chosen by the flower god, she will have the opportunity to have dinner with the flower god. Don't miss it, little girl."

Seeing that the peddler was getting more and more off topic, Shi Yaojue quickly dragged Li away and ran all the way back to his residence in Chaozhou, and then he persuaded him earnestly: "Ali, you are still too young, and the flower boat business is not suitable for you."

"I'm already married, and I'm still young?" Li rolled her eyes at him. The man was so cruel when he poured her wine, but she didn't see that he was treating a child.

"You can go if you want. Wait until Brother Xun finishes his trip and ask him to accompany you to see it."

"Have you ever seen anyone go to a brothel with their family?" Li retorted with a smile.

Shi Yaojue was choked by her words and started to act unreasonably, "I don't care, you just can't go when I'm here." He didn't want to be pinned to the ground and beaten by Yu Xun.

"Okay, I won't go. I'm not interested in this."

"That's good that you're not interested." Shi Yaojue breathed a sigh of relief. "Come on, I'll take you to see the accommodation. If you're not satisfied with anything, just let me know."

Li looked at the courtyard, which was as big as the two western courtyards of her general's mansion, and was a little speechless. Except that it was a little bigger, she was not dissatisfied with it. "It's good, I like it very much. You go ahead and do your work. Sixteen and I will go out for a walk."

"Okay, then, Ali, take your time shopping and buy whatever you like. Just tell me my name." Shi Yaojue really hoped that Li could spend more of his money, and then he could go to Brother Yu Xun to ask for more pocket money.

Li didn't know what Shi Yaojue was thinking, and was still sighing that although Yu Xun was not a very good person, his vision in making friends was impeccable. It was rare to find a friend as generous as Shi Yaojue.