You should spend the rest of your life with Qingqing

Chapter 216 Return to Beijing
Ying Yu made up his mind and flipped open the letter paper, his heart finally fell firmly.

I saw only two short sentences in it: "If brother can get what he wants, don't forget Ah Si's credit!"

Ying Yu smiled, and stuffed the letter back into the envelope.

I just wanted to look up to the sky and laugh, and run around the entire city for three days and three nights, so as to express my inner ecstasy and enthusiasm.

He has already made a list of how to reward and please Ah Si in his heart, and he will honor it when he returns to Beijing.

Ying Yu quickly took another envelope and opened it. He held his breath involuntarily, and his fingers trembled imperceptibly.

Uncovering the outermost disguise made by Ying Si, Wen Qinger's handwritten letter was revealed inside.

Although the envelope was addressed to Princess Jiarou, as soon as the letter was opened, the four words "A Yu's personal respect" were clearly written in the beautiful hairpin lowercase, and the corners of Ying Yu's mouth couldn't stop rising.

There seemed to be some aroma lingering on the tip of the nose on the paper, Ying Yu held the letter paper carefully, for fear of accidentally tearing the letter paper.

Afterwards, he read each word carefully, repeatedly chewing between his lips and teeth, smacking the affection mixed between the lines.

All kinds of tastes before finally merged into the bottom of my heart, overflowing with sweetness.

Ying Yu secretly rejoiced that he and Wen Qing'er were in the same mind, and even tolerated his careless thoughts that were full of loopholes.

Now Luohua has feelings, and Liushui has intentions, but he and Qingqing have only known each other very shortly, and he dare not even express the joy that is full of heart.

I can only hide it and draw it out word by word, feeling that it will be abrupt to the other party.

When the future is long, he will make Qingqing's family writing upright and sincere.

Ying Yu read the letter several times, folded it according to the original print, and stuck it to his heart and put it away.

It caused the heart to throb, and even the skin under the letter, separated by a layer of underwear, was secretly burning and hot.

Ying Yu stroked his chest and strode out of the account, and ordered to Zhuyun: "Let the imperial doctors pack their bags today, and return to Beijing early tomorrow morning!"

The epidemic has been brought under control, and the imperial physicians have been on vacation for two days in a row. There is no point in procrastinating any longer. They need to return to Beijing sooner.

Ying Yu didn't want to wait any longer. If it wasn't for the responsibility of escort, Ying Yu might be on the way now.

Ying Yu's heart was like an arrow, and on the way home, he rushed again and again. Those in the army were used to marching in a hurry, so they didn't find it unbearable.

However, there are only old and weak imperial physicians sitting in the carriage, and their bones are naturally too strong.

Even Ning Jixing, who is as strong and strong as he is, is gradually showing signs of fatigue, and his bones are about to be knocked apart by the carriage.

Ying Yu had no choice but to follow the demands of the imperial physicians first, and walk slowly forward.

Even so, the time spent on this journey was two days less than when we went there.

Now it is less than a hundred miles away to the capital, but the night is heavy, and the imperial physicians have no energy left.

Ying Yu couldn't do it, so he could only put everyone in a few nearby inns, and then went to Beijing tomorrow.

Facing Ning Jixing's eyes that were about to turn white, and the dark circles under his eyes, Ying Yu should have turned a blind eye.

Several rooms of the imperial physicians were sandwiched between the soldiers, and shifts were arranged to be on duty at night.

After guarding the rooms of the imperial doctors like iron buckets, Xiao Er carried a bucket of bath water back to the room.

Ying Yu hastily washed up, but found it difficult to find clean clothes.

When he came to battle, he only asked Zhuyun to bring two or three clothes for a change of clothes, but the journey hardly stopped, and the clothes had already been changed over and over again.

Ying Yu always asked Zhuyun to bring a small amount of clothes when he went out, but he never had such distress.

(End of this chapter)