The prince is sick: the doctor waits for the prince

Chapter 340 You Don't Believe Me

There is no need to rush on the road anymore. This is the good side of the matter. The bad side is that we have already arrived at the door and are catching up with the annual flood. The water accumulated in front of Shihualou is as high as half a person.And when we returned to our long-lost hometown, the first thing to do was how to scoop the water out of the building. This is really an unspeakable beginning.

It's hard to imagine how there can be such a place, the name of the city is Ping'an, but people are in dire straits for most of the year. Others have flowers in spring, moon in autumn, cool wind in summer and snow in winter. It is the turn of Ping An City. There are sandstorms in spring and earthquakes in autumn, and droughts and floods alternately in winter and summer, but it is also a miracle that the people still live and work in peace and contentment.And why the current emperor still refuses to move the capital is a question I haven't figured out so far.

Some people can’t leave a place all their lives, some people are destined to wander all their lives. Before I was 14 years old, I thought I was the former, and I yearned for the latter’s wandering. I felt that it must be very romantic. After the age of 14, my life was romantic. Wandering, both drifting and living without a fixed place, so I really can't think too much about life... But anyway, now I am back in Ping'an City. Subjectively, the result is always good, even if it damages my reputation to a certain extent, but reputation is something that is always important if you take it seriously, and light if you take it lightly.Besides, in order to express his apology, the emperor planned to choose a better one for me.Of course, this is mostly to bluff me. Legend has it that the general I was originally chosen for me is already the best of the best, even more outstanding than the best of the best. I can’t think of any other candidates except the emperor himself. The most important thing is the emperor. Can't stand you coming up with someone else, but it's about a brother and sister who can't fuck, and he really misunderstood me.

It took me three days to figure out the name of the hero who rejected me.

Lien Song.General Lian Song of the General's Mansion.

When I heard it for the first time, I felt familiar for no reason. Lixiang told me about his great achievements. He said that he was a young prodigy.But to be honest, I am not interested in political affairs. I have no impression of anything other than the battle of Zihengpo, where my father died six years ago. .But it was actually a familiar name. I held my head and thought about it for a long time, until I accidentally saw a corner of the handkerchief protruding from Li Xiang's sleeve, and suddenly had an idea, and I suddenly understood it.The first thing that comes to mind is a hand, the most beautiful hand I have ever seen in my life.That was five years ago, when I was 11 years old.

I still remember that in the era when all the people turned to Buddha, it was very popular to go to Buddhist temples to offer incense when there was nothing to do.I don't believe in Buddhism, and the only time I went to a Buddhist temple was to accompany the Queen Mother. As a result, when I got into the sedan chair, a small wind blew away the embroidered handkerchief I was not holding tightly.All the stories that have been popular among the people through the ages are all embroidered handkerchiefs falling to the ground at this time, and Mr. Pianpian picked them up, and since then they have achieved a handkerchief love or something.But that day I really didn't know how the wind was blowing, the goose-yellow embroidered handkerchief rolled over in the wind and fell directly on someone's face, the man raised his hand and took off the handkerchief in a very depressed manner.I was going to chase after him, but when I saw the situation, I quickly turned around and got into the sedan chair.The bearer had already taken three or four steps, and suddenly stopped, and the young man's icy and cold voice sounded outside the sedan chair: "Miss, stay a step."

(End of this chapter)