Qing Yan

Jing Jiayue's days of guarding the border passed quickly amidst longing and rushing.

The world is peaceful and there are no big battles to fight. It does not mean that swords and guns can be put into storage and horses can be released in Nanshan.There are people in the world, and there are fights; no matter how good the times are, there is a gap between rich and poor, and some people do evil.If the grass becomes a bandit, that is the target of the government's suppression.

The place she guarded, the folk customs are tough, the bandits are quite rampant, and the people have suffered for a long time.After Jing Jiayue took office, she advocated all-out efforts to suppress the bandits. After two years, the bandits in the prefectures and counties were relieved, the people could live and work in peace and contentment, and the government's government orders were implemented smoothly.Yu Wenrui was overjoyed, promoted her martial rank, and even allowed her to return to Beijing to take up a job and visit her relatives.

Two years have passed so quickly, the capital is still a bustling capital, the difference is that the once domineering and unscrupulous Miss Jing Jiasun in the capital is no longer the past.Jing Jiayue led a few entourages and soldiers, and walked lightly, the moment the horse's hooves stepped into the gate of the capital, she was filled with emotions.

Over the past two years, she has written letters with Yu Wenrui, with her grandfather and parents, but she has not written a single word to the person she cares about the most.It's not that she doesn't want to write, but that she wants to write too much, but she can't—

She, Jing Jiayue, has long since lost the frivolity and ignorance she had when she was young. She is an official in the border county alone. The warmth and warmth of people and the complexity of the officialdom have long worn away her willful edges and corners, and her temperament has become more calm and introverted.

Being so close to the hometown, Jing Jiayue panicked.Looking at the strange passer-by in front of her, she subconsciously tightened her grip on the horse's reins. The horse was walking comfortably in the street market leisurely, and the "da da da" was very pleasant.

Jing Jiayue was thinking about her own thoughts, the soldiers behind her suddenly approached, and said cautiously: "General, where are we going?"

Jing Jiayue was startled, where are she going?Naturally go home!

At this moment, she realized that this was not the way to the British government at all.Inadvertently, she came to the door of Princess Anhe's mansion.

Jing Jiayue couldn't help smiling wryly to herself, even though she avoided it on the surface, she still thought about her very tightly in her heart.

She wanted to evade, turned the horse's head and left——

Even if her appearance and skin color have changed a bit after two years of experience, the old man in the princess' mansion must be able to recognize her.It would be embarrassing if it got to Yun Sujun's ears.

But don't wait for her to turn her thoughts into actions.I was shocked by the situation in front of the princess's mansion. The door was closed, it was deserted, and there was no one. What's the situation?

Jing Jiayue's heart slipped into her throat.She clearly remembered that in the private letter with Yuwen Ruitong, she inquired about Yun Sujun's recent situation in a roundabout way.Yu Wenrui was very frank, and told Jing Jiayue everything he knew without reservation.

Yunsujun is still alone, Yunsujun is still the same, Yunsujun enters the palace from time to time to ask for peace for the queen mother...

Could it be that she has entered the palace at this moment?Jing Jiayue guessed.

But even if he entered the palace, the gate would not be closed, just like this person...doesn't live here at all?

Jing Jiayue felt a pain in her chest, and she hopelessly thought of a possibility...

Will not!Didn't His Majesty say that she was "still alone"?If the dignified princess is married, or if she is a Shangjun horse, will there be no news about it?

Probably care is chaos.Things that could be denied with a simple thought, now, for her, the more she thinks about it, the more complicated she becomes, and the more she thinks about it, the less at ease she feels——

Is she really married?Could it be that everyone is hiding it from themselves, fearing that they will make a big mess?

Jing Jiayue felt dizzy for a while, and almost fell off her horse.

"General! What's the matter with you, General?" The soldiers hurriedly asked with concern.

Jing Jiayue collected herself and shook her head vigorously.She stared at the tightly closed gate of the princess's mansion, and began to question her original decision.

Who is the person who persuaded himself to let go of her?Now, which one can't let go of your heart?Isn't this slapping yourself in the face?

In the past two years, Meng Wanting wrote letters frequently. In addition to exhorting Jing Jiayue to take care of her body and take care of herself, the most important thing in the letters was Jing Jiayue's marriage.She is over 20 years old this year. Even if the girls in Dazhou are still late in marriage, at her age, most of them are married as wives, and their mothers are all married.She was still alone.

Jing Jiayue knew that her mother was anxious, but could such a thing be forced?She has no intention of marrying anyone, be it a man or a woman.There is only one person in her heart...

But that person is almost 30 years old.Even if she is the princess, wouldn't others talk about her marriage?In the civil and military dynasties, wouldn't there be some who were thinking about their own children who were still county horses?

After all, this is the only one who can be called the closest relative.To be able to climb up with her is to become a relative with the emperor, who wouldn't want it?

The more Jing Jiayue thought about it, the more flustered she became. She immediately lost the mood to go home, and ordered the soldiers: "Go and ask, where is Princess Anhe now?"

An inconspicuous house on an inconspicuous side street in the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty, but now it is the most talked about place by ordinary people in Beijing, and it is also a place where there are so many people every day that the entire small street is crowded.

The house is the most common style in Beijing, built with green bricks, it won't attract anyone's attention if left in the bustling city.On the lintel hangs the most common dark brown plaque, with two large characters simply written on it: Medical Hall.

There is no name, no gorgeous decoration, and it seems to just tell passers-by that this is just a pure medical center, a pure place where you can see a doctor.

Fuqing is the boy here.At three o'clock, he removed the partition as usual, opened the door wide, and prepared to open.

Without any suspense, there was already a long queue outside the door, common people, short brown, and Jingchai, who came here to see a doctor, were all ordinary people.Seeing that the door of the medical hall opened as scheduled, everyone had a gratified smile on their faces.They are extremely orderly, lined up outside the door one by one, and newcomers come up from the end of the line from time to time.

Fuqing was also born as a low-income child. He knows how terrible it is for poor people to get sick.Every time he sees the thankful faces of these patients after their symptoms have been relieved or even cured, Fu Qing is especially proud of his princess.

Occupying an honorable position and being able to sympathize with the poor and the weak, the Princess Bodhisattva has a heart!

Yun Sujun was the same as in the past, getting up at Chenshi to freshen up, eating the simplest morning food, a porridge, a cake, and a dish of side dishes, and began to get busy.

Six months ago, she chose this unremarkable house as a medical center, and spent the rest of her time here except for her daily visits to the palace to ask for peace for the empress dowager and the emperor.Every day from the third quarter of the Chen hour to the second quarter of the unitary hour, I was busy non-stop, and I didn't even have time to drink hot tea.Sometimes there are many patients, and she fears that the treatment will be delayed, so she stays in the dark until midnight to see the patients.

This kind of life, tiring but fulfilling, is far more interesting than the idle days she lived in the past.Moreover, being able to heal patients and see them leave after a cure is the greatest sense of accomplishment for a doctor.

Yun Sujun did not choose such a life on a whim.

For one thing, what she is good at is medicine, but she only uses the skills she has learned to serve those in power. This is in conflict with the education she has received since she was a child. Ordinary people who have no money and no way to get medical treatment can only suffer through the years.

Second, when Jing Jiayue left, her heart was lost.She missed Jing Jiayue and was concerned about her safety, but there was nothing she could do.Every few days, dignitaries from the DPRK and China came to visit her, and expressed their favor to her directly or with twists and turns, with the intention of forming an marriage relationship.Yun Sujun no longer wants to stay in the mansion for even a quarter of an hour longer, and never wants to make false claims with any high-ranking official.She's tired of living like that.

So, there is this hospital.She is so busy every day that she has no time to think about Jing Jiayue, and she doesn't have to deal with those who want to propose marriage. Yun Sujun thinks this is very good.Although the patients who see the doctor are often poor in their pockets, so that she spends more than once a day in vain to see the doctor and pay for the medicine, but what is this?

Only Yu Wenrui, after hearing about this, said with a smile, "My sister has lost a lot of money now", but the salary allocated to her has quadrupled.

At noon, another patient left with gratitude.Yun Sujun moved and supported the back that had been stiff for two hours. She felt her throat was dry, so she reached for the teacup next to her, but found that there was only half a cup of herbal tea left.

Yun Sujun sighed silently, and called the maid to bring more tea.In the past, at this hour, there were very few patients, so she could rest for a while, hurry up and eat lunch, and then concentrate on coping with the busy afternoon.

But after calling several times, there was no response from the maid, and Yun Su Junfang was shocked to realize that she was the only one in the huge room.

An inexplicable feeling flashed in her heart, and she subconsciously looked towards the door——

Against the sun, a tall figure stood there quietly, familiar yet unfamiliar.

In an instant, all of Yun Sujun's senses disappeared, she couldn't feel her breath, she couldn't hear any sound, her body seemed to lose the sense of reality... All her spirit was focused on the vision.

Yes, she could see the person who came, even if the light was blocked, even if the other person's facial features were hidden in the shadows, it was not clear.That was the person she cared about so much. How could she not recognize the person she had pictured countless times in her mind?

"You..." Yun Sujun wanted to say something very much, but when he opened his mouth, he found that his throat was very dry.When I tried to say something again, tears were streaming down my face.

Jing Jiayue slowly took a few steps towards her, and her face became extremely clear.

She has grown taller, her skin has become darker, and her facial features have also grown... Yun Sujun's eyes wandered uncontrollably around her body and cheeks——

Finally, she saw her again.

Finally, she appeared in front of her safely.

very nice……

Yun Sujun was crying and laughing, she couldn't tell whether she was crying or laughing.

"Is this a medical center?" Jing Jiayue asked her with a smile, her eyes flickering.

"Yes..." Yun Sujun's lips trembled.

"I want to heal." Jing Jiayue said.

"What disease?" Yun Sujun's nasal cavity was sore.

"Heart disease!" Jing Jiayue pressed the palm of her right hand on her heart, staring intently at Yun Sujun's eyes, "You need a strange medicine to be cured..."

"It's... what kind of miracle medicine?" Yun Sujun's tears kept coming out of his eyes.

"You! Only you can make me recover from my illness and never relapse in my life!" Jing Jiayue looked at her calmly, without fear or fear.

Yun Sujun was sobbing.

As the years go by, you are still here, unchanged, really great.