Warlord's darling: medical concubine against the sky

"Cough! Cough! Cough!" as soon as Song Zhe heard this, he subconsciously wanted to open his mouth and say - how to do it!

"I don't know yet," Dong Jinlin already knew what he wanted to say and directly answered him, "but..."

He unconsciously rubbed the edge of the cup with his fingers holding the cup, and his eyes drooped slightly, as if thinking.

Song Zhe was a little stunned and soon widened his eyes, "is she right!"

Dongjinlin didn't answer. He put down his glass and left. "I'll see it myself in two days. If you can't cure the plague, the task of these two days is to try to ensure the stability of the patient's condition and reduce death. Let them drag what can be dragged."

"In two days?" Song Zhe broke his fingers and cooked the day, suddenly "ah" for a while, "it's really a good time, but master, your body now..."

"If you can't die, just do what you should do."

"Master." I don't know when Shuofeng left. Now he's back with a bird on his arm.

The bird flapped its big dark wings, and its yellow and orange eyes were especially bright at night.

It's a special messenger bird in their star picking building. It can fly 3000 a day and 800 at night, much faster than ordinary flying pigeons.

"Has emperor Jing sent a letter?" Song Zhe asked.

Without answering him, Shuofeng directly took off a small bamboo tube from the bird's feet and handed it to dongjinlin.

Dongjinlin took the bamboo tube, poured out the note inside and spread it out.

A long letter was written on it in neat small letters.

When dongjinlin finished reading it, his thick eyebrows squeezed up in an instant, forming a deep gully.

He has never had many expressions. It's really rare for people to see that he is angry at a glance.

Song Zhe looked inquisitively at the new wind.

The new wind glared back at him with an inexplicable face.

That's a letter to the master. How could he read it secretly? He also doesn't know what it says.

"The Imperial Court seized the grain and grass supplies that had been sent here at the end of the month," said Dong Jinlin.

As soon as the news came out, Shuofeng and Song Zhe were surprised at the same time.

"Why?" Song Zhe didn't understand.

They were in difficult conditions and suffered from plague. If the grain and grass materials at the end of the month could not be delivered in time, they would not become an isolated city. Even if qingliguo didn't fight, they would consume themselves!

The note was clenched into a ball by dongjinlin, and his eyes were dark. "According to the imperial court, Jiangbei was hit by a drought this year, and the grain in the official warehouse was taken to relieve the victims. For a moment and a half, he would not be able to gather enough food, grass and materials to support the frontier."

"How is it possible? I haven't heard of any major disasters there this year, and even if there is, does the local government have no stock every year and have to use military grain for front-line soldiers?" Song Zhe said he couldn't accept this explanation.

The new wind snorted coldly, "it's just an excuse."

"The emperor has agreed to the folding presented by Prime Minister Luo Zongming." dongjinlin said.

"Luo Zongming?" Song Zhe frowned. "Shouldn't he deliberately retaliate?"

Recently, they are all in Pingyang City, thousands of miles away from the imperial capital, but in fact, they are clear about the situation in the imperial capital.

It's really hard for several people in the court these days.

One of them is prime minister Luo Zongming.

Luo Zongming doesn't know where he accidentally touched the mold. During this period, a Book of ginseng will appear at the end of three days.

The people who deliver the folding are all in a mess. There are people everywhere, and most of them are young officials who have come up in recent years. They don't know whether they are newborn calves who are not afraid of tigers, or whether they are holding a lot of energy and want to work hard as soon as they start, so as to strive for credit for themselves.

The most terrible thing is that this man reported one or two things. Unexpectedly, none of them was made up. Luo Zongming really did it himself.

So that during this period, Luo Zongming's reputation in the court fell sharply. The emperor dongchengyi's attitude towards their Luo family was half cold and not hot. With such a fuss, Luo Zongming's life suddenly became more sad.

Originally, Luo Zongming should go with the wind and water. Of course, in the presence of his father-in-law, one person is lower than ten thousand people.

However, his daughter, the original crown princess, did not naturally become the queen after dongchengyi ascended the throne. Instead, Princess ningrou robbed the queen.

Luo Yingxue doesn't keep up with herself. She doesn't say anything until she wins the Queen's seat. She doesn't know how to please the emperor. Her relationship with the emperor is very stiff.

I've been married to the palace for so long that I'm not pregnant with children at all.

Not being spoiled and having no children to rely on, it can be said that the future life is bleak.

Not only her own bleak, but also the whole Luo family and Luo Zongming's official career. This is really the worst.

Therefore, someone reported the disaster in Jiangbei area. Luo Zongming immediately joined in and proposed to rescue the people first. The country is people-oriented, and the food, grass and materials on the front line are suspended for a while.

This proposal is actually aimed at improving his already precarious image.

Dongchengyi hesitated a little and reluctantly agreed to the proposal.

After all, he sent dongjinlin to the frontier, and he didn't let him be the local emperor.

He hoped that his seventh uncle had better go this time and never come back.

Dongjinlin denied, "it shouldn't be."

He guessed that Luo Zongming only put forward this proposal in order to please the emperor. If Luo Zongming was so capable and knew that all this was written by himself, he would not be so easily burned.

Song Zhe looked at his master suspiciously. Obviously, he wanted to wait for the master to explain.

However, dongjinlin obviously didn't intend to explain. He just said "no" and didn't go on.

Instead, he went directly to the desk and spread out the paper.

Song Zhe immediately went to the side and skillfully helped grind.

Dongjinlin picked up his pen and dipped it in ink. He quickly wrote a letter, dried it, sealed it in an envelope and handed it to Shuofeng. "This letter is sent to Jingyang city and to the city master of Jingyang city. You go now. The sooner the better."

Shuofeng immediately put the envelope into his arms, "yes!"

As soon as I turned around and brought a gust of wind, I had no shadow.

Song Zhe touched his nose. "Then... Master, what can I do now?"

Dongjinlin patted him on the shoulder and gently pushed him out. "Go to bed. Of course, I'm also very glad if you can find a way to solve the plague all night."

As soon as Song Zhe heard this, his hair suddenly stood up!

He hasn't closed his eyes for twenty-four hours and has to stay up all night. Doesn't that kill him?