Zhan Qingyue took advantage of the opportunity to go out for inspection in a carriage and entered the space with a thought.
Today's space has changed a lot, and the upgraded thatched house has become much larger.
Zhan Qingyue put a lot of medicinal materials and grains in it, as well as some daily firewood, rice, oil and salt, and even steamed buns bought casually on the street. Of course, if you want your own medicinal hot pot, you can get it.
It won't break if you put it in the space.
After escaping from famine, she knew the feeling of being hungry all too well. Since she had such a condition, she had to prepare some food.
In the capital, Han Junsheng looked at so many messages from his own secret guards. He was secretly frightened and at the same time quite emotional.
He pursed his lips tightly, raised his eyebrows into his temples, and his eyes were filled with calculations.
"Sir, the eldest son has made so many achievements in Huangbei. I must use these achievements to talk to the Holy Father and transfer him back to the capital to take up his post."
Staff officers Luo Shuyun and Han Junsheng sat opposite each other, with a chessboard in front of them.
After reading the news from the secret guards, he considered it.
Han Junsheng raised his eyebrows, and his cold face finally showed some expression.
"That's what I meant."
With that said, he immediately revised a letter and sent someone to the Han family's own information network to deliver the letter.
Unexpectedly, when he went to court the next day, he heard the emperor praising Han Yiyun for taking the initiative to stay and continue to serve as the prefect of Huangbei.
Han Junsheng's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and he came back from the court without saying a word.
Luo Shuyun couldn't help but frowned when he saw him like this.
"My lord, in my opinion, this is probably because of the Lord Zhan County. Huangbei is the fiefdom of the Lord Zhan County. As the husband-in-law of the Lord Zhan County, the eldest son has gone through the clear path."
Luo Shuyun narrowed his eyes slightly when he said this.
"But what if County Lord Zhan also enters the capital? As long as they return to the capital together, the problem of leaving the two of them behind will be easily solved."
Han Junsheng nodded, raised his eyelids and glanced at Luo Shuyun.
"Brother Luo is really my confidant."
Luo Shuyun wears a square scarf on his head, a Taoist robe at his side, and a layer of solid-colored protective clothing outside. He looks like a scholar.
Han Junsheng narrowed his eyes slightly and gradually had an idea in his mind.
He immediately sent someone to prepare gifts and went into the palace to meet the Queen Mother.
He tried to use the Queen Mother's birthday to keep Han Yiyun here.
She occupies a county seat in Qingyue District. No matter how big she is, she can be bigger than the Queen Mother.
Not long after, Zhan Qingyue received a birthday invitation from the Queen Mother.
Such a big event cannot be easily handled with a few birthday gifts.
She packed her luggage and smiled helplessly.
"Brother Han, you are going to Beijing to report on your work, and I have received an invitation from the Queen Mother for her birthday. What a coincidence, we are on the same journey."
Han Yiyun looked at her reluctant look with doting eyes.
"I heard that the Queen Mother is not that difficult to deal with. She probably won't be as unreasonable as Ruihe, Huihe and the others. Yueyue, please relax and don't be nervous."
Zhan Qingyue sighed and raised her chin: "It's a joke, I'm not nervous at all. I'm just sighing. It's not easy to go back to the capital, and I have to delay some time at the Queen Mother's birthday banquet. I can't spend time with my family. It’s such a pity.”
When Han Yiyun heard this, he quickly looked around and nervously made a silent gesture.
"Yueyue, be careful what you say!"
Zhan Qingyue stuck out her tongue playfully and stopped talking.
"When I come to Beijing this time, I want to ask for help from the sinners in the wilderness. They have also done their best to fight against the foreigners this time."
Zhan Qingyue nodded thoughtfully, agreeing very much with his decision.
After all the luggage was packed there, when the sky was slightly bright the next day, Zhan Qingyue and Han Yiyun set off on their way back to Beijing with a group of guards.
It happened to be the end of the autumn harvest, so the road was quite peaceful.
Seeing that we were only a few days away from the capital, there were strange noises coming from a mountain valley.
"Charge! Kill!"
"Brothers, don't leave any alive, send them all to see the King of Hell."
"You bastards, if you can, show your face and show me. Even if I die, I will die clearly."
Zhan Qingyue and Han Yiyun were sitting on the shaft of the carriage. Listening to the movement in front, they quickly stopped the entire team.
The two of them helped each other to stand up, and saw a group of men in black in front of them striking hard at people's vital parts with sharp moves.
Four strong men protected a man whose stomach was bleeding and then retreated.
They didn't get any good from them either. However, there was a huge disparity in strength. At this time, they were at the end of their strength.
Han Yiyun's phoenix eyes gradually became sharp, and he pulled out the saber from his waist with a stabbing sound.
"Now that we have met, we can't just sit idly by. Yueyue, wait for me to come back in the carriage."
After Han Yiyun finished explaining, he led a group of guards to kill him.
Looking at Han Yiyun's heroic appearance, Zhan Qingyue unconsciously smiled, and a girl's heart almost jumped out of her chest.
So is this what it feels like to be protected by your own man?
She said to herself that her kung fu was not even a little bit better than his, and she could go out and help at times like this.
Since Han Yiyun asked her to stay in the carriage, she should just stay there. If they couldn't defeat them, it wouldn't be too late for him to take action.
It didn't take long for those masked men in black to be killed by their troops.
Han Yiyun returned to the team with five injured people.
"Yueyue, this is Prince An." Han Yiyun was full of admiration and couldn't wait to introduce the other party's identity.
King An!
Zhan Qingyue's eyes lit up. She had heard of this man's name before. He was the only king with a different surname in the entire Zhou Kingdom, and he had great military exploits.
"Quick, quick, let's get in the car and leave this place quickly. There is a town ahead."
Zhan Qingyue jumped off the carriage and took the initiative to let the injured King An in.
King An's face was pale, his whole body was in a mess, and blood was still trickling out from the hole in his stomach.
He raised his hand with difficulty to bow to the two of them and thanked them, then rolled his eyes and fainted.
Everyone hurriedly carried the person onto the carriage. Zhan Qingyue quickly took the medicine box and began to sew and treat the wound in the walking carriage.
She was afraid that Wang An's serious injury would lead to infection, so she took an injection of antibiotics from the space without anyone noticing, and then she breathed a sigh of relief.
The entire team had just settled in the town, and that night, another group of masked killers attacked.
Zhan Qingyue personally led people to resist, and grabbed a waist badge from one of the leaders, with the word "Jing" engraved on it.
While everyone was still in shock, King An also woke up faintly. When he looked at the waist card, he found something he didn't understand.
He smiled bitterly: "It's Prince Jing. Prince Jing is so ambitious that he wants to take away my family's military power. Bah, this treacherous minister and traitor."
