Dingjiangshan

Ning Yan tossed and turned in his sleep for most of the night. Before Ning Huaijin's military report from the front line came, he waited for the rain first.

The autumn rain was cold, and Ning Yan's body, which had been poisoned by the cold poison, couldn't stand it. In the early hours of the morning, he couldn't sleep well, curled up in a ball under the quilt in a daze, trembling from time to time.

He seemed to have returned to the night when he was just caught in the cold poison, as if he had fallen into an ice cave out of thin air. Although he wanted to struggle to wake up from his sleep, he couldn't open his eyes anyway.

It's a pity that this time there was no Ning Huaijin coaxing and persuading him, and finally Linglong came in at dawn to wait for him to get up, only to realize that something was wrong with him, and hastily added several braziers to the room.

After such a commotion in the morning, Ning Yan looked listless when he got up.

He held a hot Mrs. Tang in his arms, surrounded by four or five braziers, he had no strength to speak, and he was really too lazy to go to the ground, so he ordered people to bring the memorials and military reports into the house.

The rain started to fall in the middle of the night, and it did not weaken until dawn. Instead, it became heavier and heavier, as if it was about to become a heavy rain.

Ning Yan was wearing a thick cloak, lazily leaning on the head of the bed, drinking the hot porridge one by one.

Holding a small bundle of thinly torn cloth strips in her hand, Linglong was standing by the window, bit by bit sealing the wind-seeking window.

She did this work very carefully. She would open the window a little bit first, stuff the cloth strips in and then close it, without any gaps falling.

"Your Majesty." Linglong asked in a soft voice: "The national teacher's prescription is placed with the servant girl. Should I just grab the medicine in a while, or should I ask the local doctor to have a look?"

Ning Yan frowned subconsciously, his expression became a little distorted.

He got a headache when he thought of Jing Zhan's bitter prescription, but he also knew that now was not the time to be willful, so he gritted his teeth, gave in and said: "...Ah Zhan, let's forget it, the square box on my book case There is a new prescription in the bottom layer, just grab that."

That was the prescription Cheng Yuan gave Ning Yan the last time he went to see Ning Huaijin. Although it wasn't very tasty, it was better than Jing Zhan's prescription.

Linglong obediently agreed, stuffed the last two pieces of cloth left in her hand into a window crack, then went to wash her hands, and went to get prescriptions and medicines as he said.

Ning Yan pulled up the quilt on his body, drank the porridge slowly, and listened to the sound of rain outside.

The rain was fast and heavy, and it was already dawn, but the sky outside was still gloomy with no light.

Ning Yan couldn't help thinking of Ning Huaijin, and he didn't know how he was doing there now, whether he had entered the city.

On cloudy and rainy days, the journey at the post station was much slower. Although Ning Yan was anxious, he knew that it would be difficult for him to hear from Ning Huaijin today.

He was already tossed by the autumn rain this morning, and now he is even more uncomfortable with his body and mind.

Ning Yan managed to finish half a bowl of porridge and didn't have much appetite, so he happened to see Shili coming back with his memorial in his arms, so he put the bowl down.

Since the personal conquest, Ning Yan was in Nanyang, but the affairs of the court did not fall behind.Some small matters that the cabinet can decide on a daily basis do not require him to ask too much, but Jiang Xiaohan will sort out these trivial matters and send them to Nanyang every few days, so that Ning Yan will not be blinded by the affairs of the court.

In addition, more important matters that the cabinet dared not decide on their own would need to be quickly sent to Ning Yan for approval. After careful calculation, he was no more relaxed than when he was in the capital.

After Shili served him these days, he gradually became more comfortable, no longer blindly relying on Linglong for many things, and he can do things decently.

He first put the memorial in Ning Yan's hand, then removed his leftover breakfast, replaced it with a clean kang table, carried it to the bed again, and placed it in front of Ning Yan.

Ning Yan took out the top one from the pile of memorials and opened it to find that it was the collection Jiang Xiaohan wrote to him.

Mr. Jiang has always been concise and well-organized when presenting the memorial. After reading his copy, Ning Yan almost knew the content of the memorial.

Ning Yan first went to the capital to let out an echo, and Ruan Yin really couldn't hold her breath. In three days, six imperial physicians were sent to Renshou Palace, either because she had a headache or chest tightness. In short, there was no good place. place.

Ning Yan knew that Ruan Yin's troubles were known to the world, one was to embarrass him as a "son", and the other was to hide the traces of her confidants, so that Ning Yan would not find out who belonged to her in the imperial hospital.

But this didn't stop Ning Yan from watching her jokes, as long as he thought of Ruan Yin fidgeting, like an ant on a hot pot, repeatedly counting the time of cold poison attack and Linglong's "pregnancy" in the palace, he felt it was funny.

Let's calculate slowly, Ning Yan secretly smiled in his heart, hoping that she could calculate a satisfactory result.

Linglong's pregnancy came at an embarrassing time, and the time was neither early nor late. If she calculates backwards, it is easy to deduce that when she was "serving the bed", Ning Yan was still in good shape and was not poisoned by the cold.

Ruan Yin's temperament is suspicious, even if she can't find the record of serving the bedroom in the palace, she may suspect that Linglong and Ning Yan have been secreting Chen Cang in private.

In this way, she will settle the matter in her heart, and Ning Yan doesn't have to worry too much about it.

——If all the tricks are exhausted, if the bamboo basket is empty by accident, I don't know whether Ruan Yin should blame fate for not being blessed, or blame Ning Yan for being too big.

As for whether she really believed it, Ning Yan didn't really care. He had his own plans. It would be good if he could make trouble for Ruan Yin. go down.

But looking at it now, Ruan Yin was clearly a little flustered by this straight hook full of mistakes, Ning Yan lowered his eyes and pondered for a while, and decided to be a good person—to give Ruan Yin a chance to communicate with Ning Zheng.

Ning Yan licked his lips, thought for a moment in his heart, then picked up his pen and wrote back a letter to Jiang Xiaohan, implying that he could properly intervene in the arrangement and change of defense of the forbidden army, as the weather is getting colder, so as to save the hard work of the forbidden army too much.

Jiang Xiaohan has been the emperor's teacher for ten years, and he and Ning Yan have balanced the court with each other for more than ten years, so he must be able to see his "behind words".

By the time she finished writing the reply, Linglong had already finished her medicine and came back.

It's no different than Ning Huaijin, who lives outside and sleeps in the open air, and even doctors have to search for doctors from the city. From the day Ning Yan moved into the Nanyang government office, Shi Jiarong has spent a lot of money to find the best doctor in Nanyang government. Ning Yan made a mistake.

Cheng Yuan's prescription is simpler than Jing Zhan's, and some rare herbs that are difficult to find in ordinary pharmacies have been erased, most of them are common things, and it is faster to pick up and boil the medicine.

Ning Yan felt a stomach ache when he saw the bowl of black concoction, and before he could say anything, his brows were furrowed.

As if she knew what he said, Linglong put the medicine bowl on the table, and quickly took out a small oiled paper bag from her sleeve.

"Your Majesty." Linglong swiftly unwrapped the paper bag, placed it next to the medicine bowl, and said, "This is the preserved fruit that the prince left earlier, you can try it."

Ning Yan: "..."

When he heard Ning Huaijin's name, his attention was really attracted, and he asked, "Uncle Huang?"

"It was brought by the prince from the palace, and it was placed here with the servants before the expedition." Linglong said, "It's a small box, divided into several small packets with oiled paper."

—brought from the palace.

With a thought in his mind, Ning Yan felt that the bowl of medicine didn't smell so bad anymore.He opened the paper bag, twisted a piece of candied fruit into his mouth, and found that it was indeed the kind he often ate.

The juicy peaches still retain a soft and sandy taste after being cut into pieces and dried. An extra layer of extremely fine powdered sugar is sprinkled on top. When contained under the tongue, wisps of sweetness are carefully and delicately It fills the entire mouth, just at a level that will not feel greasy.

Ning Huaijin probably guessed that he would not be able to completely stop taking the medicine outside, so he took a small box of preserved fruit in advance, ready to use it to coax him at any time.

Ning Yan pursed his lips, and the last wisp of juice left in the dried peaches flowed into his throat, leaving an indescribably sweet taste.

"Bring it." Ning Yan said.

Linglong was surprised that he was so talkative today, but also knew that His Majesty's determination was rare, so she quickly brought the medicine bowl into his hands.

Ning Yan looked at the medicine bitterly and bitterly for a while, but since Ning Huaijin's dried peaches were still on the table, he could only grit his teeth and drink it in one gulp.

——Really, Ning Yan suddenly thought for no reason, the emperor's uncle is not here, and he can still eat him to death.

After Ning Yan finished drinking the medicine, he hissed and smoked the cool breeze. While trying to suppress the feeling of nausea, he stuffed two more dried peaches into his mouth.

"Also." Linglong took out another crumpled letter from her sleeve and handed it to him: "The prince's kite also arrived just now, probably the front-line military newspaper."

Ning Yan was taken aback, unable to even feel the bitterness, quickly reached out to take it, and said dissatisfiedly while opening the letter: "Why didn't you just say it?"

He didn't seem to care much about Linglong's answer, he just asked a casual question, and then he devoted all his attention to the crumpled letter in his hand.

Linglong watched his slightly eager movements, and was silent for a moment, without answering anything, silently took two steps back, stood aside and waited.

Ning Huaijin's letter was very thin, only two pages. Ning Yan shook off the letter paper, read it at a glance, and found that they had successfully captured Tongbai County and were currently consolidating the army there.

Ning Huaijin's memorial was written very clearly, even such things as the number of casualties were clearly written.

Ning Yan's eyes lingered on the line "The minister also suffered a little injury, the injury was on his left arm, it's not serious" for a while, feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart.

It was he himself who asked Ning Huaijin to "share weal and woe". Although Ning Yan was pleased that he really listened to this sentence, he also tasted the pain of "sharing weal and woe" for the first time.

In addition to being distressed, it was actually an indescribable sense of powerlessness. Ning Yan clamored in his heart to snatch Ning Huaijin back from the battlefield and lock him up at home, so that he could recuperate well, but he knew that he couldn't do it.

Ning Yan's heart sank, but fortunately, Ning Huaijin had nothing serious to do and successfully captured Tongbai County, which finally gave him some comfort.

He pursed his lips and continued to look back.

At the end of the first page, Ning Huaijin reported his next destination - he said that he would only be in Tongbai County for two hours to regroup the army, and then he would join Xie Jue in the direction of marching, and then go together Attack Xinyang City.

Seeing this, Ning Yan frowned tightly. According to him, Ning Huaijin was injured, no matter how serious it was, and should rest in Tongbai County. Why was he in such a hurry? Not willing to rest.

It's a pity that this piece of paper has already written to the end, Ning Yan pulled out the next page, wanting to see his reason, but as soon as his eyes fell, he was stunned.

Because on the second page, Ning Huaijin gave up the honorific title and only wrote one sentence.

"I'm going to pick up your birthday gift."