Recently, Yinxue always felt that Feng Ming was particularly cold towards him.
Maybe before, Yinxue would convince him that it was an illusion, but just now... he was sure.
Feng Ming was indeed avoiding him.
Yinxue closed her eyes deeply, and after a moment, she opened them again, and her eyes had calmed down.
He walked over and sat down, "Master has sent a message."
"Really? What did you say?" Feng Ming asked quickly.
"Master used to treat you very coldly, but you actually care about him."
Yinxue seems to be smiling but not smiling.
Feng Ming was a little confused, why he always felt that there was something in his words.
"I won't tease you anymore. Master is fine. It's just that Xueshan was also attacked by Taotie. Although he barely managed to eliminate it, many disciples were injured. Master can't leave for the time being. He sent someone to send a message so that we don't have to worry."
After hearing this, Feng Ming breathed a sigh of relief.
In the past few days, he had been worried day and night. Now that he heard the news about safety there, he was finally relieved.
He had no father or mother since he was a child, and he wandered outside. He was lonely and homeless at a young age. If the old palace master hadn't brought him back, he might still have lived a life of being chased by wild dogs and snatching food from their mouths.
Even if this was just an unintentional act by the old palace master, Feng Ming would always remember it in his heart.
Although……
The old palace master always made cold remarks to Feng Ming, but he didn't care.
As long as the old man can be safe, Feng Ming is willing to do anything.
"Otherwise, everything here will be over in a few days. I'd better go back to the Snow Mountain. I'm not worried about the old palace master being alone there."
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When Ling Xuewei came to Liucheng, Xiong Cang and the guards naturally followed closely, and Yue Qing also came with them. The person who greeted them was none other than veteran Weng Xingweng.
This veteran general with great military exploits only met Ling Xuewei once, no more than Zongyou and Tan Ming. I heard from Yueqing that he was stationed in the border town all year round, so he didn't often show up in Beijing. This time he went back too.
In order to confuse the audience, Mo Linyuan and others were asked to put down their guard.
He was in the capital, but he was concerned about the war situation, so he rushed back without stopping.
Although he had arranged everything before he left.
For this old general, external reputation is very good.
I heard from Yue Qing that he loves soldiers like a son and manages the army like a god. He is proficient in military tactics, military management, and military management. Among the four generals, he is the oldest. Although his cultivation is slightly inferior to the other three, he is deeply loved by many.
Respect, it can be said, is the most loyal thing.
Regarding Ling Xuewei's arrival, the old general's attitude was neither humble nor arrogant, neither too flattering nor even remotely rude. Every word and deed showed the awe-inspiring righteousness that a military man should have.
The old general introduced the battle situation in detail at a glance. From his words, it can be heard that he is quite insightful and has his own ideas. He is aware of all military affairs, big and small, which shows that outsiders' evaluation of him is not exaggerated.
In one day, Ling Xuewei followed the old general to various military camps. They had just experienced a war, and there were bloodstains and injured soldiers everywhere. Because Yinxue had already sent the message, in order to prevent more soldiers from being infected by the disease, this
Seriously ill people nearby have been isolated.
"Mother, this is where seriously injured soldiers are placed. You..."
Although Weng Xing hoped in her heart that this empress really had a way to treat these injuries, she had a valuable status after all, so if something happened...
"Don't worry, General Weng. I have experience in treating epidemics. As long as the wound does not come into contact with the patient's blood, it will be fine."
After saying that, she asked Xiong Cang to bring the protective clothing she had prepared in advance and prepared a set for each of them.
"Everyone, please put them on. As long as you pay attention to the points I just mentioned, you will be fine."
"Thank you, ma'am."
After several people put on their clothes, they entered the camp.
As soon as he came in, a strong and pungent stench hit his face. Even Yue Qing almost rushed out of the door. He felt pungent through the face towel, which showed how strong the smell was here.
"Mother, please come this way."
Weng Xing led the way. They first went to check on a few seriously ill patients. After Ling Xuewei checked, they found that they were indeed in more serious condition than those soldiers in Tianyong City. Treatment must have been delayed. In addition, the eyes were hot during the day recently, which accelerated the wound ulceration.
That's how it will be.
If this continues, I'm afraid these people will die within two days.
Next to them, several gray-haired old men followed, watching the young woman checking the condition of the soldiers, muttering to themselves, I don’t know who this person is, how could they come to this important place of the military camp? General Weng personally received her?
Although they were confused, they were all old men who had been in the army after all, so they could naturally see General Weng's attitude towards this person, so when Ling Xuewei asked about the patient's condition, they answered clearly and did not dare to be perfunctory.
After a while, after checking the wounded and asking some questions, Ling Xuewei roughly understood the situation here.
"Mother, is there any solution?"
General Weng looked at her earnestly and saw the worry in his eyes. Ling Xuewei smiled and nodded, "Don't worry, old general."
General Weng's eyes lit up and hope was rekindled in his heart!
He knew from the spiritual message that it was the empress who solved the epidemic in Tianyong City and saved the seriously injured soldiers. Now that he heard that they were cured, the stone pressing on his chest was finally able to move away a little.
"Without further ado, let's get started!"
"Your Majesty, just ask!"
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After that, Ling Xuewei devoted herself to treatment.
Ling Xuewei was busy all day long. After all, time was tight and treatment must be done as soon as possible, otherwise these soldiers might not last long.
Fortunately, there was space and she could take some time to rest. Otherwise, even Bai Ze would not agree, let alone Xiong Cang.
It didn't end until late at night.
The Xiongda guard was a little worried about Ling Xuewei's health, but he reluctantly believed it until she repeatedly emphasized that she was really fine and almost asked the military doctor to check her pulse to clear her name.
However, just in case, Xiong Cang still stood guard outside the door, so that she could arrive as soon as possible in case she had something to do at night.
Even after resting in space for a while, Ling Xuewei still felt a little tired after a busy day.
Just after eating, Ling Xuewei planned to study the prescription again, but unexpectedly she fell asleep leaning on the chair.
"Emperor."
Yue Qing, who was standing outside, saw her master suddenly appearing, with no surprise on her face.
Ye Moyan walked in and saw the sleepy Ling Xuewei at a glance. He subconsciously slowed down and walked towards her. He picked her up and walked to the bed to lay her down. He took off her shirt, shoes and socks and covered her with a quilt.
As soon as her body got into the soft quilt, she subconsciously nuzzled him, like a coquettish kitten, making the corners of his mouth curl up slightly.
A dreamless night.
When I opened my eyes again, it was already three o'clock in the sky.
He sat up in a daze, and in a blink of an eye, he saw Ye Moyan sitting in front of the table with an upright posture.
Dressed in white, with black hair tied in a crown.
The light and shadow that hit him were so clean that they were not stained by dust.
Ling Xuewei stared at Ye Moyan blankly, thinking she was dreaming.
