Rebirth of the noble daughter

Chapter 395. 406. Flood Control
Even if the other party is just a 14-year-old boy, as long as he has real talents and learning, he is worthy of respect.

"My king sent you three thousand elite soldiers and three thousand common people. No matter what you want, you can bring it. After one month, I want to see the actual effect. If it succeeds, you will be credited with the Southwest Flood Trouble. If not..."

"If it doesn't work, Cao Min will come to see you."

Qiao Shanwei is a ruthless person. At first, Ding Wang thought that if he didn't succeed, then he wouldn't let Xiao want to enter Bai's house.

Otherwise, wouldn't it be a pity that Prime Minister Bai's fame would be ruined in his hands?

He directly issued the military order, his expression and eyes showed a kind of death as if returning home.

"Okay, this king likes men with blood, so that's what you want!"

"Thank you, my lord!"

"Xu Lin."

"exist!"

"Go and mobilize the team. You will lead the team yourself. Everything is based on Mr. Qiao's order."

"Yes!"

Xu Lin has followed King Ding for many years, he is steady and courageous, with him, many outsiders can avoid the suspicion of Qiao Shanwei.

Otherwise, if a young boy wanted to command so many people, especially the lieutenant soldiers, he might not be able to convince the crowd.

Qiao Shanwei understood that it was King Ding who paved the way for him.

I feel both grateful and sad.

King Ding's kindness to him is rare in a thousand years, but it all happened because of one person, otherwise he is probably still in the pain of hatred with his biological father at this moment, how could he manage the flood here and seek happiness for the people.

Thinking of Feng Jinyao, he was happy, but also sad, and even felt a bit bitter about not getting what he wanted.

This emotion flashed by, but was not let off by King Ding.

His originally smiling face suddenly turned gloomy, Xu Lin wondered, why is the prince's problem of uncertainty getting worse and worse?

Could it be that Miss Feng San hasn't accepted him yet?

Thinking of this, I think it's better to leave with Qiao Shanwei, at least I don't have to suffer unprovoked fire.

After the two left, King Ding's anger gradually subsided.

Another brat, Ayao, Ayao, why are you always so eye-catching.

When Yun Xu woke up, she saw Feng Jinyao at first sight.

When the carriage fell, she was knocked away by Chi Zimo, and she hit her head so she was still in a coma.

Fortunately, Dr. Zhang's medicine box was not lost, and there were all kinds of medicines in it, especially the pills made from the powder of Qingyanhua, which had a miraculous effect on headaches.

The person behind the murder of her mother must have never thought that he would actually save someone's life invisibly.

"Miss, are you alright?"

"It's okay, it's okay, you lie down quickly, the doctor said you should take a good rest after you hurt your head."

"No, the servant has rested, who will serve you?"

After saying that, he was about to get up, but his body was very weak, and he fell back on the bed again.

Feng Jinyao felt sorry for Yun Xu, so she scolded.

"What are you doing? I have someone to take care of me, don't worry. The serious thing is to heal the injury!"

When Yunxu heard that someone was serving her, her first reaction was to think of Hehuan.

"Hehuan, why don't you see her? Is she serving the young lady?"

Speaking of Hehuan, Feng Jinyao's face was full of regret and sadness.

She hasn't been serving her for long, but after getting along these days, Feng Jinyao really likes this girl.

Smart, lively and alert, he is excellent in every way.

It's a pity that such a good person passed away in her best years, Feng Jinyao felt guilty about this.

She had just woken up at that time, King Ding was afraid that her mood would fluctuate violently, so he didn't tell her frankly, and when she knew the news that He Huan had passed away, he was really sad for a long time.

Her body was well preserved.

There is corpse powder in the army. In the past, generals who died in battle would have some to achieve the effect of repelling insects.

Xu Lin also used it for her, so there is no sign of rot for the time being.

She looked as if she was asleep, but her face was very pale.

She sat guarding Hehuan's coffin all night, and then came here when she heard that Yunxu's side was getting better.

Hearing that the sisters in the same company died in the southwest, Yun Xu said that it was a lie not to be sad, but people cannot be resurrected after death. Although Hehuan only met them for a short time, both Feng Jinyao and Yun Xu remembered her frown Smile, every word and deed.

The master and the servant embraced each other, deeply saddened by the flowery Acacia that passed away long ago.

In the next few days, the situation of Yun Xu and Feng Jinyao was reversed.

In the past, Yunxu tried her best to take care of Feng Jinyao, but these days when her head injury is not recovering, it is Feng Jinyao who is taking care of her.

At the beginning, Yunxu was very cautious, saying that there is no master to take care of the servants, but right now there are not enough people, they only have a thirty-year-old aunt here to help with some things, so they can't take care of others.

Yun Xu was grateful for Feng Jinyao's love for her, and she ate and slept better, and wanted to take care of Feng Jinyao by taking care of her body earlier.

The two masters and servants talked and occasionally did needlework, and the days passed day by day.

When Wen's house was almost repaired, Xiao Tingyi was free to pick them up and live there.

The worst thing about living in a tent is the heat.

Especially fast forward to July, Shuzhou at the end of June is becoming more and more difficult, even sitting and sweating.

Feng Jinyao is in a bitter summer. She used to use ice cubes to cool off at home, but now the conditions do not allow her. I lost a lot of weight.

But compared to Xiao Tingyi, she is considered "pampered".

He still wears a human skin mask on his face, but every time there are thin beads of sweat eroding between his hair, so whether the mask needs to be stabilized or not, this task falls on Feng Jinyao's head.

The injury on the finger has almost recovered, and it looks like there are only some faint marks.

I have to say that Dr. Zhang's medicine is good.

But there was one thing that Xiao Tingyi didn't tell Feng Jinyao.

His fingers seemed to be numb.

A few days ago, Buzhi was cut by a knife, and a lot of blood flowed out, but it was painless.

After seeing the doctor, he said that it was caused by long-term wear and failure to apply medicine in time.

Although it didn't affect his future life, the unresponsiveness of his fingertips is another kind of "disability" in the final analysis.

Today's Shuzhou City is very different from when they first met. Although the collapsed houses have been tidied up and the roads are cleared, the bustle and laughter of the past are still gone.

It may take a year or two, or even longer, when people come out of the sad mood, all of this may have a chance to reappear the style of the day.

When the carriage arrived at the place where they were buried, the master and the servant both felt lingering fear.

Then they remembered He Huan who had died, and the two of them fell silent again.

(End of this chapter)