The little pharmacy in troubled times

81-90

Chapter 81

In June, the rain in Linxi County became more frequent, one after another, and each one was heavier than the last.

The water in the courtyard of the guest house of the general's mansion flowed like a waterfall, and the steep and majestic thousand-layer stones were washed clean and the texture was clearly visible.

Due to severe soil erosion, the weeds in the cracks of the stones were tilted, and some even slid down from the stones and fell into the muddy puddle, dying...

Just like Da Yan today.

"Don't cry, Third Master." The servant Yu Qing handed over a handkerchief, "General Ma should be here soon."

Xue Huan took it and pressed it against his eyes, trying to stop the tears that kept pouring out.

A burst of hurried footsteps came, and three figures in armor appeared at the gate of the courtyard.

"Where's the prince? Should we go now?" the middle-aged man in the middle said in a gruff voice, "Although we've made an appointment with Chen Zheng, the road is not easy to walk on. It will take at least half an hour... Hey? What's going on? Why is Third Master Xue crying?"

"General Ma." Xue Huan stopped crying, "The rain splashed into my eyes by accident."

Ma Yuanxin quickened his pace and walked over, looking up a few times, "Is the veranda leaking?"

Of course it wasn't the veranda leaking, but Xue Huan had a small problem - he was particularly easily moved by the scenery on rainy days - when he saw the grass on the rockery, he would think of the refugees he met along the way, and of Da Yan swaying in the wind and rain.

Xue Huan's nose was sour again, and he quickly changed the subject: "The prince is still washing up, General Ma, please sit in the hall for a while."

"Then how long do we have to wait?" Ma Yuanxin frowned.

The guard beside him immediately said: "General, it's raining so hard, the people of Dahong may not arrive on time."

Ma Yuanxin was brave in battle, average in strategy, and had a bad temper, but when he was stopped by his guard, he knew that he couldn't act rashly, sighed heavily, and went to the hall.

Xue Huan thought that Ma Yuanxin was not someone who needed to be chatted with. He had no official position, and even if he went there, he would be reprimanded. It would be more meaningful to urge Ji Peizhi.

The sooner the truce is reached, the fewer people will die, which is better than anything else.

"Knock, knock." He knocked twice and pushed the door open. "Your Highness, General Ma has arrived. He said that the road is slippery due to the rain, so we need to leave early."

Ji Peizhi sat calmly at the eight-immortal table drinking tea. He looked up at him when he heard the words.

Although he had long been accustomed to his gaze, Xue Huan still shuddered and quickly examined himself to see if he had said something wrong.

...It seems not.

Xue Huan said again: "Cousin, Dahong is in a state of arrogance right now. What if we offend them and they refuse to talk to us?"

Ji Peizhi put down his teacup and said calmly: "Keep fighting."

Xue Huan was unhappy, "My Lord, those are human lives!" He called Ji Peizhi by his title to remind him of the purpose of his trip and the responsibilities he should bear.

Ji Peizhi said, "Will no one die in Dahong?"

Xue Huan suppressed his anxiety and sat down opposite him, "Why should I care about them? They are robbers, don't they deserve to die?"