The Favored Medical Princess

On the outskirts of the royal capital, a tea shop next to the official road exudes bursts of sweet and mellow wine fragrance, which makes people feel intoxicated just by smelling it...

A middle-aged businessman came smelling the incense, and saw a donkey cart parked at the entrance of the shop, with dozens of jars of wine on it.The middle-aged businessman's eyes lit up immediately, and his mouth was salivating. He sat down at an old but clean square table, and shouted to a man who looked like a mistress, "Little Er, have a bowl of wine!"

The little boy greeted him with a smile on his face, but said apologetically, "I'm sorry, sir, the shop doesn't sell this wine!"

The middle-aged businessman didn't take this dilapidated tea shop seriously. If the wine wasn't so fragrant, he might not have condescended to enter such an unremarkable tea shop. He didn't expect to be rejected yet.He became a little angry for a while, and took out a silver ingot of at least ten taels from his sleeve, put it on the table with a "slap", and said angrily: "Xiao Er, do you think that the uncle can't afford the money!"

"Don't be angry, sir! Calm down, sir!" Xiaoer bowed his head and smiled apologetically, "It's not that the small ones won't be sold, it's that they really can't be sold!"

At this time, a young scholar sitting at the table next to him interjected: "Brother, you don't know that this is a fine wine brewed by the boss himself. 20 years of fine wine! This boss is absolutely reluctant to take it out on weekdays..."

The middle-aged businessman interrupted the scholar impatiently: "Since they are all out, why don't you sell them?"

Xiaoer's face straightened, and he said solemnly: "I don't know something. The reason why the master brought out the 20-year-old wine today is not to sell it, but to welcome the heroic soul of the official general."

Upon hearing the official general, the middle-aged businessman was stunned for a moment, his face softened a little, and he asked: "I have heard about the redress of the official family, could it be that the young general helped Ling back to the capital today?" day?"

"That's right." Xiaoer nodded, looking at both sides of the official road, "The people over there gathered here spontaneously to welcome the heroic spirit of the official and general back to the capital!" I saw the official road standing on both sides. There are many men, women and children, all looking forward to the distance.

At this moment, I only heard the shouts one after another: "Come, come."

The scholar was startled, and looked up, but saw a white shadow swaying on the small slope not far ahead, and the white flags surged together, like rolling snow waves, which made people feel shocked.

"Here we come! We come!" The shouts that were at different heights at the beginning seemed to find a common rhythm in the shouts, and gradually became uniform. The sound was thunderous and shocking.

At this time, the owner of the tea shop came out from behind after hearing the sound, followed by a young man who looked four or five points similar to him, and hurried to the donkey cart full of wine jars.

The people who had been resting near the tea shop also moved one after another. Some held the spirit flag solemnly, some held the funeral plaque with a mournful expression, and some held the white flag high with tears in their eyes.

"General Guan has returned home." Someone shouted on the slope, "General Guan has returned home..."

Amidst the shouts, a young man in a rough linen filial robe came riding a white horse with a white flag. Behind him were a group of men in white clothes guarding five carriages covered in white cloth, each of which had a Coffins, five carriages are five coffins, it makes one's chest tight and unspeakably uncomfortable.

The young man gallops on horseback, with fluttering sleeves, fluttering white flags, and the sound of hunting, like a fairy about to fly away.

But the five coffins behind him, and the traces of grief emanating from his body, remind everyone that he is not a fairy, but a human being, a living person who has lost his loved ones. !