After being forced to marry an enemy tyrant

After Tangyue left, Chang Ling put on a cloak and took the stone to Tai Hospital.

Ming Yuan happened to come over with a fresh meal, seeing this, he said: "Young Master, are you going out?"

Chang Ling nodded: "I have some questions about planting spiritual herbs and I would like to ask Doctor Zhang of Tai Hospital."

Ming Yuan knew that it was the medical officer who often came to Huifeng Palace to see the little fox, so he could only say: "Young Master, go early and return early."

Sure enough, many servants along the road were burning medicinal herbs in copper pots, and the smoke was everywhere.

When Chang Ling arrived at the Imperial Hospital, the guard at the gate looked at the strange boy in surprise: "Excuse me, who is your honor?"

Chang Ling replied obediently: "I'm here to find Zhang Yuanqiao, Doctor Zhang."

The servant felt his eyes being dazzled by the stars for a moment, he was stunned, and hurriedly said: "Okay, the servant will report it now."

Zhang Yuanqiao was rolling up his sleeves, sorting spirit herbs with a few young medical officers, and... swearing at people. The reason was that a young medical officer had sorted together two medicinal herbs that were very similar in appearance but completely opposite in efficacy, which greatly touched her. The Ni Lin of the head of the hospital.

"Careless and careless, you know how to make excuses. Is this carelessness? This is killing!"

Hearing the message from the doctor boy, Zhang Yard's head-shattering scolding stopped abruptly, cleared his throat, and said almost kindly: "Please come in quickly, young master."

? ?

The young medical officers who were being scolded bloody looked at each other, and they all had doubts about life.

Little Lord?Isn't it the little fox who was brought back to the palace from Qingqiu by Xinjun?When did the little fox get mixed up with the head of the hospital?It still looks very familiar.More importantly, what happened to the kind old fatherly face of the head of the hospital.

Chang Ling walked in with more than a dozen pairs of probing eyes.

Chang Ling was used to all kinds of prying eyes, so he didn't take it seriously. He walked up to the medicinal herbs that had piled up half the yard and asked, "Is your lord preparing medicinal herbs to drive away the epidemic?"

"Yes."

Zhang Yuanqiao rubbed his hands together, resisting the urge to lift his cloak and touch the little fox's ears, then patted off the grass leaves and dust on his body, and said, "I'm in a mess here, and I don't have any good tea to entertain young master, young master, would you mind trying it?" The old man's new herbal tea?"

Chang Ling readily accepted.

Waiting for the medicine boy to serve the tea, the old and the young have already sat on the stone pier in the courtyard and started tasting tea. The young medical officers who are still squatting on the ground are still a little dazed, after all... the little fox is too born. Exquisite and beautiful, especially those black eyes, which are as bright as star gems, almost blinding people's eyes, they are really only raised by Qingqiu who is full of aura.

No wonder the king is reluctant to kill.

"Can the young master guess what medicinal tea this is?"

Zhang Yuanqiao asked in the tone of testing his grandson's homework, probing and not hiding his expectation.

Chang Ling said the names of several medicinal herbs.

Zhang Yuanqiao's eyes became brighter the more he listened, Fu Xu exclaimed: "Every word is accurate, especially the vermilion bird grass, the young master was the first to guess it."

"The old man heard that the colleague on duty said that the young master had a sudden illness last night, and he looked very serious. Is he feeling better now?"

Chang Ling nodded.

Zhang Yuanqiao couldn't help but said in his heart, what a poor little guy, he is probably not acclimatized.

Chang Ling looked at the mountains of medicinal herbs and asked, "Is the plague in the suburbs serious?"

Mentioning this matter, Zhang Yuanqiao sighed and said: "In the past few years, this happened almost every spring. Ever since you ordered the dredging of the tributaries along the moat, there has been no epidemic for a long time. I don't know what happened this year. There is a commotion again. Most of the officials below are lazy in their official duties."

"moat?"

"That's right. Right now, the tributary of the moat is directly used for drinking water and forging water on the side of the slave farm. Every year when the ice on the river melts in spring, it will inevitably bring some unclean things. Therefore, the governor will put some detoxifying herbs in advance. Go to the well. This year, the Taiyuan Hospital also sent herbs there on time, but somehow they failed to prevent it. But the problem is not serious. The medical officers have already gone to see it. It is an ordinary plague, and it can be cured with a few prescriptions. The most important thing right now is to completely seal off the slave farm to prevent the epidemic from spreading."

After finishing the tea, Chang Ling offered to stay and help sort the herbs.

Although Zhang Yuanqiao couldn't ask for more than 1 people, he still chose to decline: "The young master has not recovered from his illness, how can he do such labor-intensive work. If you let the king know, I'm afraid he will blame the old minister."

Chang Ling insisted: "No, the adults also said that it will be more conducive to recovery to bask in the sun and exercise more."

It was already dark when I returned to Huifeng Hall after busy work.

Ming Yuan was instructing the palace staff to prepare dinner, when he saw Chang Ling, he heaved a sigh of relief, hurriedly went up to him and said: "The young master is finally back."

Seeing the lights on in the hall, Changling knew that Zhaoyan was coming, so he asked Shitou to eat first, and went in by himself.

Zhao Yan was sitting behind the case looking through a document similar to a secret report. Beside him stood respectfully a figure, not a black candle, but a guard hidden in black armor.

Zhao Yan waved his hand, and the guard disappeared without a sound.He is a high-level monk who is good at hiding his breath.

Chang Ling pretended not to see it, took off his cloak, sat down by the desk as before, and consciously picked up tools to grind.

"It's Night Owl."

Zhao Yan said suddenly.

Only then did Chang Ling realize that he was talking to himself, nodded, and said "oh" belatedly.

"Some troubles have occurred in the northern border. I need to go there in person. I will leave early tomorrow morning."

Zhaoyan said again.

Chang Ling: "Oh."

What a reaction.

Finally, Zhao Yan couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and buckled the secret report on the case, directly grabbed the man on his lap, and said angrily, "I'm going to travel far away, and you didn't say anything?"

Chang Ling embraced his waist, raised his head, blinked his eyes, and said seriously: "Husband, I want it again."

Zhaoyan: "..."

Is this little thing determined to drive him crazy?

"No."

Zhaoyan's Adam's apple rolled, and he refused righteously, and forced himself to look away from the little thing's snow-white neck.

Chang Ling asked unhappily, "Why?"

The tone is serious and competitive.

Zhaoyan felt that the string in his heart called "sit in the arms will not mess up" was about to collapse if this continued, so he put him back on the case and said seriously: "Eat first. You have inflammation in your stomach, you must eat on time, Don't keep thinking about unreasonable things."

Chang Ling immediately said: "Then can I have it after eating?"

Zhaoyan: "..."

Zhaoyan's scalp was numb: "Eat first."

Chang Ling's eyes immediately lit up like clusters of flames.

Zhaoyan couldn't help laughing.

What happened to this little thing recently? She is so attached to him and clings to him.He didn't believe that these things could be pretended and performed. The day he came out of the bitter cold, he firmly believed that as long as he had enough power, he could control anyone and everything he wanted.All the traumas and frustrations that person brought him, he will get back from this little thing.

—in his own way.

He wanted him to see that a pair of wolf eyes meant nothing.

Thinking of this, bloodshot eyes appeared uncontrollably again in Zhaoyan's eyes.

Because Zhang Ling had to take care of his stomach, the dinner was soft and delicious. Chang Ling ate a few and drank half a bowl of porridge. Yet?"

The string snapped.

Zhao Yan kicked the table away, directly carried the person by the waist, and strode into the bed tent.

One of the two vented their accumulated emotions and had no place to express them, and the other catered to them like never before. It was not until the sound of pattering rain outside the hall in the middle of the night that the movement in the tent stopped.

"More."

Chang Ling bit Zhaoyan's shoulder hard, and said stubbornly.

Zhaoyan's tense muscles were covered with dense beads of sweat, and every pore on his body was dripping with joy. Hearing this, he lowered his eyes, flicked the forehead of the little thing in his arms, and said with a smile: "I'm sick." Don't mess around."

Chang Ling lazily stretched out his fingers, drew circles on his chest, and at the same time scratched his legs with the tip of his toes, slightly raised the end of his eyes, and said, "Your Majesty, you can't do it."

There was a bang in Zhaoyan's head, and the blood that had finally cooled down was like boiling oil meeting wild fire, and it burned up again.

The strong hot breath spread again, almost drowning the sound of the rain. Chang Ling raised the back of his neck and let out a whining sound unique to spirit foxes. He clasped Zhaoyan's back tightly with his fingers, and once again opened his mouth to bite the strong flesh on his shoulder. muscle.

Both of them were immersed in the intense pleasure of this rainy night, biting and venting, allowing their brains to go blank, and only followed the most instinctive impulse of the body and soul.

After the incident, Chang Ling still hugged Zhaoyan's waist tightly, curled up in Zhaoyan's arms and refused to come out.

Zhaoyan lowered his head and kissed the little thing's sweaty forehead, said with a smile: "Let go first, I'm going to get something."

Chang Ling shook his head and refused.

Zhao Yan said softly: "Be obedient."

Chang Ling glanced at him, finally let go of his hands reluctantly, quickly pulled the quilt over, and covered himself up.

Zhaoyan curled the corners of his lips silently, got off the bed in his draped clothes, and walked behind the screen with a lamp in his hand.

That is the direction of Shuge.

Chang Ling lifted the quilt and looked at the corner of the quilt, and when Zhao Yan's figure disappeared, he immediately crawled out, walked to the hanger with his shoes, and groped among the clothes.

It's a pity that after searching for a long time, I couldn't find anything like a token.

Doesn't he have that thing with him at all?It can be seen that Mrs. Jun looks confident, so it should be a personal item.

Chang Ling didn't dare to stay longer, so he could only lie down again.

Not long after, Zhaoyan came back with a boxy red sandalwood box in his hand.

Seeing the little thing peeping through the corner of the quilt, Zhao Yan smiled and said: "Okay, don't pretend to be asleep."

Chang Ling exposed his eyes, stared straight at the box, and asked, "What is this?"

Zhaoyan put down the candlestick, raised the corners of his eyes, and half-truthfully said: "Naturally, it is the treasure that will allow you to serve me better."

Chang Ling's face changed, and he immediately pulled up the quilt again, ignoring him.

Zhaoyan laughed loudly, tearing off the quilt involuntarily, and got in himself, stuffed the box into Chang Ling's arms with one hand, and fiddled with the little thing's fluffy fox ears with the other hand: "It's really a baby, you don't want me. It's going to be taken back."

Chang Ling glanced at him suspiciously, then at the box, and was about to open it, but Zhao Yan held it down and said, "Don't look at it now, wait until dawn when I leave."

Chang Ling thought for a while, and put the box aside in a kind manner.

Zhaoyan was obviously satisfied with his obedience, he smiled silently, and said, "Would you like to talk to me?"

Chang Ling nodded, habitually hugged his waist, and asked in a muffled voice, "What did you say?"

"I don't know either. Why don't you ask, and I can talk casually." After a pause, he added deliberately: "It's like gossip between ordinary people's husband and wife, without any purpose or need Have any scruples."

Chang Ling then asked: "Why do you like to drink Bazhen soup?"

There are many famous soups in Qingqiu. Bazhen soup is famous for its lightness, with the word "fresh", and it is not a famous soup, and it does not match the taste of the wolf tribe who likes to reuse seasoning.Chang Ling has been puzzled by this question for a long time.

Zhaoyan was silent for a moment, and said: "Because I often saw my mother making it for my younger brother when I was young, I thought it should taste good."

Chang Ling had some vague guesses, but he didn't expect this to be the answer.

It's meaningless to ask any further.

Chang Ling raised his head and glanced at him again: "What happens after you taste it?"

The corner of Zhaoyan's mouth twitched, and he raised his eyebrows and said, "Except for the lack of salt, everything else is pretty good. Some people are more suitable for making black-bone chicken soup."

Chang Ling: "..."

Chang Ling insisted: "My turtle soup is better."

Zhao Yan said meaningfully: "I'm fine, I'm just afraid that some people will not be able to bear it."

The two chattered nonsense, Zhang Ling couldn't remember when he fell asleep, and when he woke up, it was still raining outside the hall, and there was no room around him.

Chang Ling remembered that Zhaoyan should already be on his way to the northern border by this time.

rain?

Chang Ling suddenly thought of something, his eyebrows jumped.

Shi Shi just came in with breakfast, saw that the young master had already got up and put on his robes, even put on the cloak, he couldn't help being surprised and said: "Young Master is going out?"

Chang Ling nodded and asked Shi Shi to fetch the umbrella.

The two went directly to the Imperial Hospital. The guard at the gate still remembered Chang Ling, bowed and saluted, and said, "Is the young master here to look for the head of the hospital? It's a coincidence that there was a sudden heavy rain last night, and the water in the moat swelled. I'm afraid there will be a plague in the suburbs." There is a trend of flooding, and early in the morning, the head of the hospital took all the medical officers to check the situation."

Chang Ling's heart sank slightly.

From the disappearance of Chu Yunfeng to the outbreak of the plague in the outskirts of the city, to today's plague getting out of control due to the heavy rain, everything was too coincidental.

Back at Huifeng Palace, Chang Ling had breakfast with Shitou first, and then told Shitou, "Pack up your things."

Shi Shi was taken aback for a moment: "Clean up, tidy up?"

Chang Ling nodded, looked at the hazy rain outside the hall, and said, "Just bring dry food and a change of clothes, and burn the rest directly."

"Yes."

Shi Shi realized that something was unusual and immediately took orders to do it.

When they came from Qingqiu, they didn't bring any cumbersome items, so they packed them up quickly.Chang Ling was wrapped in a quilt and sat under the south window watching the rain. He was in a trance when Shi Shi asked from behind, "Young Master, do you need to take this away?"

Chang Ling turned his head and saw that it was the red sandalwood box that Zhao Yan had stuffed for him last night.

He had no interest in spiritual treasures, so he almost forgot the existence of this thing. After thinking about it, he took it from the stone.

The box was heavy and sealed with a seal.

Chang Ling is not curious about what kind of treasure is inside.Chang Ling was just a little strange, why did Zhaoyan insist on being mysterious and told him to open it only after he left.

Chang Ling put the box on the desk, stared at it for a moment, and finally opened the lid more curiously than confused.

When he saw what was inside, he froze for a moment.

There is a seal in the box, and a golden treasure book and a crescent-shaped token are pressed under the seal.Chang Ling picked up the seal and saw four words engraved on it: Shaojun Baoyin.

"What's wrong, young master?"

When the stone came back after tidying up, he was surprised to see the little young master staring down at the things in the box, as if in a daze, not moving for a long time.

In his impression, the young master has always been smart and wise, not afraid in the face of danger, and calm in dealing with things. It is not too much to say that Mount Tai collapsed before him and did not change his face. He has never had such a gaffe.

Chang Ling didn't say a word, and after a long time, he closed the box silently.

At this time, the voice of a strange servant also happened to sound outside the hall: "Young Master Chang Ling."

The person who came was wearing a cloud-white costume, which was the Beigong costume, but he had never walked in the Huifeng Palace before.

"Madam Jun asked, did the young master get something?"

Chang Ling nodded.

The visitor smiled with satisfaction, and said: "Madam Jun said that after half an hour, he will be waiting for the young master in the Buddhist room of the North Palace, please take the things with you."

Chang Ling looked around, but there was no sign of Ming Yuan and others, so he nodded and said, "Okay."

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