"A-Xian brought something in?" Jiang Yuming immediately became interested.

It's rare that A-Xian brought in a big gift.

Opening the sandalwood food box, there was a plate of candied fruits that didn't look like much. Jiang Yuming's eyes lit up when he tasted it.

This sour and sweet preserve is delicious!

There was also a letter inside, which Jiang Yuming read while eating. The beginning of the letter was still concerned about her safety and that she didn't like taking medicine, so he specially found this sweet and sour candied fruit for her to squeeze.

The bitter taste of drinking medicine.

And next spring, Wen Xian’s favorite young master is planning to attend.

Wen Xian happily shared this with Jiang Yuming.

On the other side, in a relatively new blue-tiled house, a young man with a slightly pale face was writing something on the desk in front of the window.

The man's stature is a little thin, and the man wearing a long blue shirt is getting more and more upright. If the man occasionally coughs twice, he looks like an elegant scholar who has walked out of a chat room.

The man coughed a bit violently, and his face had a sickly blush when he coughed hard.

"Son, drink today's medicine quickly."

The lady holding the medicine bowl looked at the man in front of the window with a distressed expression.

The man responded and drank the medicine in one gulp.

On the other side, Jiang Yuming was happy when Xiao Huazi brought a bowl of medicine over.

The happiness on Jiang Yuming's face disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

As soon as Xiao Huazi was served on the table, Meng Chengye stepped forward.

Jiang Yuming sat on the soft couch with a sad look on her face.

Meng Chengye stood aside and knocked Jiang Yuming's forehead in a funny tone: "Why, you don't want to bow to me now? You are so courageous. Who got used to this?"

Jiang Yuming sighed: "Your Majesty Jin An."

Meng Chengye took advantage of Jiang Yuming's opportunity to get up and naturally occupied Jiang Yuming's position.

Jiang Yuming: "..."

Your Majesty, is your Majesty this year?

It was another painful day of drinking medicine, but fortunately the preserves Wen Xian sent over were much better than those in the palace.

The sweet and sour candied fruit can neutralize the bitter taste left in the mouth by the medicine.

Meng Chengye sat for a while and then went back again, really coming and going in a hurry.

Jiang Yuming lay lazily on the chaise longue, looking at the eaves dejectedly.

When will this life of taking medicine end?

The time soon entered late June, and the lotus flowers in the palace were blooming particularly beautifully, and a few small lotus pods sprouted.

Meng Chengye was very busy these days, and he only went to bed three times during his busy schedule.

The fighting on the border was in full swing. The Nanman thought they had figured out the strength of the troops on the border and wanted to catch Linzhou off guard. Who knew that Meng Chengye had been prepared for it.

Meng Chengye sent 50,000 elite soldiers into the border city in disguise in batches in advance.

The total number of Southern Barbarians is only a small number, probably more than 50,000, and there are 30,000 troops guarding the border. Including the troops who sneaked over, the total number is 80,000. However, the Southern Barbarians cannot be underestimated.

After all, the Southern Barbarians have grown up on horses since childhood, and all of them are brave and good at fighting.

Originally, Meng Chengye's plan was quite risky. After all, there were suddenly so many people in the border city, and it would be troublesome for the southern barbarian spies not to notice.

However, Jiang's father had previously purchased a large amount of food specialties from Nanman at high prices, which was a good way to cover up this huge group of people.
Chapter completed!