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Raozhou is very close to Yanzhou. After riding for an hour, Lin Qinghe arrived at Prince Jing's Mansion and met the young master who was sick in bed.

The young prince's face was a little sickly pale. He sat on the bed, looking at the closed window with his big round eyes, and a gleam of desire flashed in his eyes.

He probably hasn't been out for a long time, Lin Qinghe thought.

The nurse who served the young master brought a chair for her and motioned for her to sit down. "The young master is right here. If you want to feel his pulse, I will be waiting by the side. If you need anything, just tell me."

Lin Qinghe said "hmm" lightly, sat down and put her hand on the young master's small wrist. After the spiritual power in her body was transformed into gentle wood spiritual power, it explored into the young master's body.

Li Lin didn't say anything, nor did he cry. He just waited obediently for Lin Qinghe's diagnosis. He must have experienced this since he was a child.

As Lin Qinghe's wood spirit power penetrated, Li Lin sighed comfortably, and his grandmother's voice babbled as she thanked him, "Doctor, you are so kind."

"Mammy... I like it." Li Lin, who was only two years old, didn't know how to express his likes. He just felt particularly comfortable when the doctor in front of him took his pulse, so a big smile broke out on his pale little face.

Seeing this, the wet nurse nearby couldn't help but think that Lin Qinghe was really capable. The young master had only laughed so happily once or twice since he was born.

Lin Qinghe used wood spiritual power to explore the tendons, veins and internal organs of the young master in front of him, while using spiritual power to warm his tendons.

His condition is somewhat special. His meridians are severely blocked, and his heart is suffering from some deficiencies. "Is this a weakness that the young master has had since birth?"

Lin Qinghe couldn't help but frown, this situation was a bit special.

Because the young master was still a two-year-old baby, she could only try her best to use the gentle wood spiritual power to warm and clear his meridians.

As for his congenital heart damage, he could only wait until she refined the Qingxin Pill and try again.

"I can cure the young master's illness. Bring me paper and pen, and send it to Prince Jing as soon as possible." After confirming that he could cure the young master, Lin Qinghe wrote a letter and asked the cavalry to deliver it as soon as possible.

Don't attack Yanzhou City anymore, let the Yanzhou defenders go.

If this matter is resolved, there will only be one Prince Jing left. Chen Ning is now a junior general under Prince Jing. Lin Qinghe is looking forward to meeting him on the battlefield. (Chen Ning, have you all forgotten him? He is the male protagonist who appeared in the previous article. If you have any questions, please read Chapter 3, where he is introduced.)

"She can actually save my son!" Princess Jing's hand holding the letter couldn't stop trembling slightly.

"Wait a little longer. For the sake of caution, we cannot listen to Lin Qinghe's words. It is still unknown whether what she said is true or not. We cannot offend Prince Jing so quickly." Prince Jing said cautiously, "If Lin'er can really get better in a few days, it will not be too late for us to withdraw our troops."

Princess Jing took another deep look at the letter written by Lin Qinghe, and she said, "Okay."

After Lin Qinghe received the letter from Prince Jing, she raised her eyebrows. These two still didn't trust her very much...

When she turned around, the girl in the bronze mirror still had a childish face. Lin Qinghe smiled and said, "That would be five days. During these five days, she would try her best to use her spiritual power to nourish the young master's meridians and help him get better."

Five days later at night, Princess Jing rushed back and tears suddenly welled up in her eyes when she saw her son who was able to get out of bed and walk around.

She stood in front of the door in a daze, not knowing where to put her hands and feet.

Li Lin is now in much better shape than he was five days ago. Although his face is still a little pale, it has a hint of blood color.

"Mother...?" Li Lin turned his head involuntarily due to a telepathic connection, and he saw familiar clothes at a glance... It was his mother.

He called out in a baby voice, but this time it was more powerful than his previous weak words.

"Hey, my dear son, let me take a good look at you!" Princess Jing hurried forward and picked up her son.

"Princess, are you satisfied with my treatment?" Lin Qinghe stepped forward. "The young master was born with a weakness brought from his mother's womb. It cannot be cured in a few days."

Princess Jing understood the hidden meaning of her words and smiled gently, "I will send a message to Li Zhishu to withdraw his troops. I also hope that General Lin can cure my son."

Unexpectedly, Lin He was not only an expert in martial arts, but also had great attainments in medical skills. Princess Jing, who was eager to protect her son, wished she could arrest her son and cure him as soon as possible.

"Of course, but..." Lin Qinghe pondered for a moment, then opened her red lips and said, "Princess, Prince Jing should have asked you to attack Yanzhou instead of just attacking Yanzhou, right?"

Prince Jing is a man of deep scheming, his purpose must not be that simple, and...when Prince Jing and Princess Jing led their troops to attack Yanzhou, it looked like a huge show, but they did not use their full strength.

What are their plans?

"This... I didn't expect that General Lin could see through it. In fact, Prince Jing wants us to delay as much time as possible, the longer the better... As for the reason, I'm sure General Lin will be able to figure it out once he thinks about it." Princess Jing hesitated, but finally made up her mind.

“……” Shit, my house is about to be robbed!

Lin Qinghe was about to suffocate. Prince Jing was waiting for the capital to send reinforcements to aid Yanzhou, thus weakening the capital's military strength.

And he could take advantage of the opportunity and capture the capital in a short time!

Due to time and information differences, reinforcements from other states and counties may not be able to arrive to rescue the capital in a short period of time even if they send out a call for help!

During this period of time, at the latest one month, Prince Jing must be absolutely sure that he can capture the capital!

Damn it, hurry back to the defensive high ground! After hearing the news, Lin Qinghe almost ran and flew on his horse, and galloped away.

She has been on the march for about ten days and doesn't know what the situation in the capital is now.

I hope that after returning, the young emperor Li Zhaoyan will not be captured or killed.

Lin Qinghe arrived at the city of Yanzhou in half an hour. After summoning all the troops who were bored and arguing with King Jing's Raozhou army, he roughly checked the soldiers and issued an order, "March tonight, hurry up, follow me to help the capital!"

The soldiers below were still confused as they quickly packed up their things and formed a team to set off overnight with Lin Qinghe.

Prince Jing, who was bored watching the two armies swearing at each other in the military camp, suddenly found that the other side had stopped swearing and was quickly packing up their things. A quarter of an hour later, they all ran away?

what?

Ah? ? ?

So are they going to attack the city or not?

Prince Jing came to his senses and touched his chin. The princess must have said something to General Lin. Since Zi Ruo had said this, her son's illness should have been almost cured.

He waved his hand and said, "Follow my orders, withdraw!"

This move confused the defenders on the city wall, and they hurried over to report to the county governor, "Sir, the reinforcements are leaving!"

"Ah? Then what should we do?" The county magistrate was confused, and then his face turned bitter.

"Sir, the King of Jing has also withdrawn his troops!"

"Oh...oh?" This is good, very good. Although he doesn't know why Prince Jing withdrew his troops, the suffocating feeling of the army's approaching border is finally gone from him.

The county magistrate breathed a sigh of relief, and his heart was finally at ease. "Quick, bring me the pen and ink. I want to write a letter to His Majesty!"

Little did he know that the Majesty he was talking about was now running away in panic...