Turned over.
Ning Wuyan looked at Yunfei, who was sitting on the bench at the door and sleeping with a stick in his arms.
"Master, are you still awake?" Yun Fei suddenly opened his eyes.
Just when Ning Wuyan was about to ask him if there was anyone outside, he heard Yun Fei say first, "There are people outside to help guard. Young master, please sleep peacefully. The robbers can't get in."
He had no grudges against the robbers. He only came in to steal some money.
What he is more worried about is that someone will take the opportunity to assassinate him.
After all, rainy days go well with killing people.
The Ye family has been making small moves recently, and there is no guarantee that they will spend a lot of money to hire a few killers to take his life.
But Yunfei's five senses were sharper than his. Seeing that Yunfei was very calm, he asked curiously: "Is the person outside Juxiang?"
"I don't know. Anyway, it's a woman. She just talked to Mei Xiang for a while."
Don't tell me earlier.
Ning Wuyang turned over.
No matter what the fragrance is, as long as it is Miss Shen's person, he can sleep peacefully.
outside the door.
A slender figure held a long sword in both hands and stood under the eaves. A pair of bright phoenix eyes scanned all the creatures moving in the rainy night.
Zhou Jingxian did not come here after Ning Wuchang. She wanted to rely on her perseverance to impress Qin Fenglan and Cheng Yi to join her father's camp.
She was in the black market and heard that someone offered a thousand taels for the right hand of the Shixian who wrote lyrics.
Because the Poet Fairy is so famous in the literary world and even among the people, no famous killer wants to be infamy for a thousand taels of silver, but some young people who are short of money can hardly guarantee that they will take risks.
With Youchu and Cheng Yi here, Mr. Ning's life was naturally not in danger, but just in case, she still took over the task personally.
"This mission will use Yasha's defeat to tell those third-rate killers not to get involved."
Zhou Jingxian heard the long and even breathing in the room and smiled with satisfaction.
Logically speaking, she gave up on wooing Mr. Ning, and should take advantage of Mr. Qin's attitude to relax, and collect evidence against the Jin faction while the iron was hot to make Mr. Qin make up his mind.
But when she heard that Mr. Ning was in danger, she couldn't help but run here to guard the door for him.
why?
Zhou Jingxian stared at the dense rain lines and asked herself.
But she couldn't get an answer that satisfied her.
She could only follow the voice deep inside her.
Go with your gut and stay.
…
Jinling Garrison.
When the first drop of rain hit Ning Feng, he first covered him with the raincoat that the guards put on him, covering a wounded soldier who was being transported here one after another.
This wounded soldier was the same age as his sweet grandson. He was bitten by a local poisonous insect because he was deeply pursued by the enemy. When he was found, his legs were already black and pus-oozing from the knees down. After amputation, he had a high fever for half a month. Save a life.
"Good boy, take good care of yourself when you come back. You don't have to worry about the money for medical treatment. Someone will take care of your parents and younger brothers and sisters. When you come back, your family will build a new house, buy a few acres of paddy fields to raise some cattle and sheep, and you can continue to work well. Live life.”
Faced with Ning Feng's assurance, the young wounded soldier's numb face finally showed a hint of emotion. He held Ning Feng's hand in the rainy night and burst into tears.
Ning Feng, who was not very good at talking, comforted the young wounded soldier. As the rain became heavier, the two broken ribs on the left and right sides of his chest ached faintly.
He was used to this kind of pain and could still endure it.
But the 10,000 taels in hand have been spent in order to fully accommodate the wounded soldiers and their families who have been injured and unable to get out of bed for a year and a half, and to ensure that they can live better.
"I should have known better not to show off in front of my dear grandson."
Ning Feng let out a long depressed sigh, his old injury was touched, and he grinned in pain.
Fortunately, the last wounded soldier today has been settled.
Ning Feng planned to take advantage of the rainy night to borrow a horse from the garrison to return to the city, and discuss with Guaisun whether there was any suitable work in the perfume shop that could take in the injured soldiers who had lost mobility.
Taking a deep breath and rubbing the broken bone to relieve the pain, Ning Feng just walked out of the tent when he saw Jiang Yan coming on horseback.
"Why are you here, Lord Prefect, at this time?" Ning Feng suspected that he was blinded by pain and had seen something wrong.
Although Jiang Yan was the prefect of a state, civil servants never paid attention to military affairs.
Unless the government decides to intervene in the placement of wounded soldiers, but this is not within the jurisdiction of the government.
Moreover, when Jiang Yan took over the imperial subsidy, it was rare that he did not take advantage of it, and he could not find any fault.
Ning Feng knew very well that this person's daily behavior belonged to the golden mean, and he worked conscientiously, but never did anything superfluous.
He was puzzled that Jiang Yan could come in the rain.
"Colonel Ning, I happened to be on my way to Wuhu County to inspect this year's rice fields and budget for taxes. I met people from the Ning family who came to deliver things to you. Their ox cart got stuck in the mud and was unable to move forward for a while. I stopped by and asked I brought the things for them."
Jiang Yan gestured to the two guards behind him.
One person was holding a ten-pound red mud wine jar, and the other person was holding a palm-sized object sealed with oilcloth.
This sight confused Ning Feng: "May I ask, Lord Magistrate, what is this?"
Jiang Yan's eyes were fixed on the jar. When he got close to it, he could smell the smell of wine. He gestured to the tent with a smile: "What is it? Colonel Ning can tell after taking it apart."
Right.
Ning Feng was about to leave, but at this time something came from home, especially from Jiang Yan himself, so he had to unpack it before leaving.
The wine jar is naturally filled with wine.
After Ning Feng entered the tent, he first opened the oilcloth.
Inside was an envelope, coated with wax and written "From Father". Judging from Juanxiu's handwriting, it was written by the second daughter-in-law.
He opened the envelope and poured out a stack of banknotes and a letter of paper.
"I heard from the newly-entered soldiers that my father wanted to install a good farmhouse for him, but he was afraid that he didn't have enough money, so he sent someone to ask where he was going. He went to deliver wine to relieve the pain of old injuries and illnesses, so he spent ten thousand taels and sent someone to inform him. It’s okay.”
Ning Feng's eyes were hot, and he pinched the banknote in his hand. It was so heavy that he couldn't help but regret his own incompetence.
Even though he doesn't have that much money, he still wants to pretend to be fat.
But seeing those seriously injured soldiers thinking about fending for themselves after receiving subsidies, he could only shamelessly accept his daughter-in-law's kindness.
"Thank you, Lord Magistrate, for your help in carrying these coins. It's raining heavily outside. If you don't have any errands tonight, why don't you have a few drinks before leaving?" Ning Feng invited him casually.
He thought Jiang Yan refused, but he didn't expect that after Jiang Yan heard his words, he picked up a bench and sat down regardless of his appearance. He picked up the wine jar and opened it. He looked into the wine jar and took a deep breath with his face full of intoxication. appearance.
“It’s indeed the Ning family’s home-brewed liquor!”
When did my family have home-brewed wine?
Ning Feng didn't know whether it was the pain or the alcohol, but he felt a little dazed again.
But when he saw that Jiang Yan was already minding his own business, he poured a bowl of wine for him and handed it over to him personally. He didn't have time to think too much and drank down the cracked rim of the bowl.
As the liquor entered his throat, his wet body suddenly felt warm, and the dull pain in his ribs seemed to be bathed in warm sunshine, dispelling the pain of the rainy day.
“Good wine!”
Ning Feng sighed in admiration and sat down opposite Jiang Yan.
Seeing this, Jiang Yan quickly called the guards to ask for some appetizers.
But before he could finish his words, Ning Feng, who had downed two bowls of wine in a row, fell down on the table with a "pop" sound, making Jiang Yan stunned.
"I thought Colonel Ning had the guts to drink like this because he has a good capacity for drinking, but he can actually pour two bowls?"
Strange.
Jiang Yan carefully thought about Ning Feng's reaction just now and came to a conclusion that he couldn't believe.
This wine.
Could it be that it's not the Ning family's ancestral brewing recipe.
But is it unique to perfume shops?
If so, he may know the most important ingredient in the perfume recipe.
