The disciple was startled by the sudden shout.

"I... our master," he stammered.

"Ms. Qi?" Zhou Maochun asked, his eyes widening.

"Yes." Liu Pucheng took the words and said with a smile, "Master is in Gansu Town now."

"Gansu!" Zhou Maochun jumped up and shouted, with a look of disbelief on his face, "Why is she in Gansu?"

"She is in Gansu." Liu Pucheng said with a smile, and sighed when he mentioned this.

I really didn't expect Mrs. Qi to go to Gansu. When they saw the letter from Hu San through the drug dealer, everyone was shocked.

"Are you sure?" Zhou Maochun stared at him and asked.

Liu Pucheng was a little puzzled by his reaction.

"What's so uncertain about this?" He said with a smile, "Of course she will go to Gansu."

"Why?" Zhou Maochun stared. There are so many places in the world, why would she go to Gansu?

"Because Prince Dingxihou is there." A disciple next to him who was chewing a big cake couldn't help but said with a smile.

Zhou Maochun stared at him blankly, watching the disciple chewing the golden and shiny scallion pancakes, and the aroma filled the air.

"Bring me a piece of cake!" He suddenly shouted, then raised his hand and stretched out three fingers, "No, three pieces!"

The boss responded loudly and was sweating profusely while busy in front of the stove. The old man was finally willing to spend money and drank a bowl of tea soup for a long time. He thought he was a poor man, but it turned out to be a pancake.

The master of three pieces! A rich man!

"Your cake." The boss shouted enthusiastically as he brought the cake over, bowed and stood in front of Zhou Maochun, and extended his hand slightly.

The rules of roadside shops are to pay first and then eat.

Zhou Maochun snorted and reached out to take the pancake plate, seemingly not seeing the store owner's extended hand.

He didn't see Liu Pucheng, but he did. He couldn't let him pay in front of Mr. Zhou who was a senior.

Liu Pucheng hurriedly signaled to the disciples on the side, and Zhang Tong hurriedly gave the money.

Before the boss took it, he looked at the old man who was chewing pancakes and curled his lips.

Tsk~ It turns out that someone was taken advantage of!

"Sir, are you alone?" Liu Pucheng asked hesitantly while eating.

It's the twelfth lunar month and the New Year is coming. What is he doing sitting alone in a roadside shop in the middle of nowhere?

Are you going home? Visiting relatives? Or traveling.

Zhou Maochun ate the pancake, snorting from his nose and grinding his teeth.

Liu Pucheng felt that his question was rude, so he stopped asking because he had to hurry and everyone ate quickly.

"Sir, we are about to set off." Liu Pucheng saluted Zhou Maochun and said.

Zhou Maochun hummed, got up and left.

Liu Pucheng and others hurriedly watched respectfully, but they saw Zhou Maochun walking straight towards their carriage and climbing on it in a few clicks.

Everyone was stunned.

Is this a free ride?

"Master, we are in a hurry." Zhang Tong couldn't help but whisper.

"Yes, yes, look at the letter written by Hu San and he will die if we go late..." The disciples also whispered.

Liu Pucheng hesitated and walked to the car.

"Sir, we are going to Gansu. I wonder where you are going on the way?" he asked.

"Gansu."

Zhou Maochun's voice came from the car.

Liu Pucheng was stunned.

Going to Gansu too?

"What a coincidence?" He breathed a sigh of relief and said happily.

Two sneers came from the car, accompanied by the sound of grinding teeth.

Zhou Maochun put the remaining pancake in his mouth and chewed it hard.

Chang Yuncheng!

Chang Yuncheng, who was sitting at the table and looking through the intelligence sent back by the sentry, had a shiver.

Chang Yuncheng took back his God.

How could there be a cold war?

Are you sick? Sick!

Chang Yuncheng stood up suddenly.

"Come here," he shouted.

Immediately there were soldiers coming in from outside.

"I'm a little uncomfortable. I seem to have caught the wind and cold. Let's ask a doctor to come over." Chang Yuncheng said, thinking that people who feel uncomfortable might not be able to stand, so he hurriedly sat down.

Bingwei responded and turned around to get busy.

Chang Yuncheng touched his chin.

The best doctor will definitely be invited, and the best one is of course...

He stretched out his hand to touch his chin. His hand hurt from the stubble, so he quickly stood up.

That woman is so squeamish sometimes, she can't do this or that...

Chang Yuncheng washed his face and shaved, then asked his soldiers to come in to comb his hair again and change his clothes.

"Which one of these two is better to wear?" Chang Yuncheng looked at the homely cotton robe in the closet.

One cyan and one blue.

The soldier's face became tense. Aren't these two colors the same to him? Yes, yes, what's the difference?

"My lord, my lord, how are you?"

The shouts of the defense officer were heard outside, accompanied by the sound of rapid footsteps.

coming!

Chang Yuncheng hurriedly pulled off his blue robe and put it on in a hurry. The defense officer had already rushed into the inner room.

"Is your lord already bedridden?"

He shouted nervously in his loud voice.

After every war, some people always die, and those who are not injured are also particularly susceptible to illness. Once they become ill, they are extremely quick to treat and cannot be treated...

Oh my God, this man must not be so unlucky!

Chang Yuncheng turned around and saw the defense officer rushing in. His heart beat a little faster, and then he saw... a man walking out from behind the defense officer.

Qiao Minghua frowned and looked at the man in the middle of the room.

Nearly sick?

In all the years he has been a doctor, he has never seen a dying person so clean and radiant.

The defense officer didn't care what Chang Yuncheng looked like and had already rushed over nervously.

"General, what's wrong with you? Lie down quickly," he said.

Chang Yuncheng exhaled and looked at the man carrying the medicine box at the door.

Is this the best doctor?

Is there a better doctor in the world than that woman?

Could it be that after so many days, they still don’t know that the woman is the miracle doctor of Yongqing Mansion?

What a miracle doctor!

These people's brains are really... elm!

"General, everything is fine. I just have some heat and stagnation, caused by a dry heart and lack of sleep these days." Qiao Minghua put away his hand after checking the pulse and said.

Chang Yuncheng hummed, said nothing, and looked listless.

"General, you are working hard." The defense officer sighed.

Now everyone knows that General Wu Lue patrols from time to time at night and sets an example, and the whole army is very inspired.

"General, please have a good rest. We will live up to your guidance, strengthen patrols, and never let up!" He said excitedly, patting his chest.

Chang Yuncheng reached out and pinched his forehead.
To be continued...