It's not scary to travel through a book, you can change your fate as a cannon fodder by yoursel

Everything was ready, an auspicious day was set, and Zheng Rong and his party set off.

But as soon as he walked out of the city gate, he was stopped by a group of yamen runners.

Weng Xiaoxiao opened the window and looked out. All the people there were strangers, obviously not from the county government. She was about to get out of the car to negotiate when she saw a man in official uniform walking towards her.

"Yangzhou Prefect Shen Zhang pays his respects to Madam Yang."

Zheng Rong motioned for Weng Xiaoxiao to sit down and asked outside the car, "Excuse me, sir. What can I do for you?"

"I have been ordered to escort the lady back to the capital."

escort?

Just an escort? Weng Xiaoxiao reached out and held Zheng Rong's arm.

Zheng Rong was neither surprised nor shocked. He patted the back of Weng Xiaoxiao's hand and told her to calm down. "Got it. Thank you, sir."

Which official would be in charge of the travel of an ordinary lady of the imperial family? I'm afraid it would only be the Jinyiwei, or more specifically, their masters.

Zheng Rong naturally thought of what Weng Xiaoxiao thought of.

But Zheng Rong didn’t expect that it would be the Yang family’s turn so soon. Is there really no one left in the court?

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law held each other's hands tightly, wanting to both absorb and give each other some strength.

"Don't be afraid, just escort me back. You can live here peacefully and take care of yourself. With these two months of travel, I have no regrets in this life." Zheng Rong said in a low voice with pretended to be relaxed.

How can this be called an escort? This is no different from house arrest. Weng Xiaoxiao was indignant.

That’s right. Yang Shuo has hundreds of thousands of troops under his command outside. How can the young emperor feel at ease to send the old marquis out without holding the Yang family’s family members?

This is power politics!

But this method of controlling people would wear away many loyal people.

There were many people outside, so Weng Xiaoxiao couldn't say anything. She knelt down and kowtowed to Zheng Rong, "Take care, Madam."

Zheng Rong helped her up with tears in her eyes and patted Weng Xiaoxiao on the shoulder. Now that the storm was raging, it was really unknown when we would see each other again. It was enough to have her under control, and Weng Xiaoxiao must not be implicated.

After wiping his eyes with a handkerchief and tidying up his appearance, Zheng Rong asked the nanny to open the door of the carriage.

"This is my son's uncle, he is from Yangzhou, and he is here to give me a farewell party. Please let him go back."

It was clearly stated that they were escorting Madam Yang and nothing else was mentioned. Shen Zhang did not dare to disobey and hurriedly ordered his men to make way.

Weng Xiaoxiao jumped out of the car, turned around and bowed to Zheng Rong, "Take care, madam, and have a safe journey."

"Go back, and write more letters when you have time."

"Yes, junior, please keep this in mind."

Weng Xiaoxiao took a few steps back and stood aside, making way for the other party to move forward.

Shen Zhang turned his head to look at Weng Xiaoxiao for a few seconds, then bowed and said hello.

Although Weng Xiaoxiao had never met the Yangzhou prefect, she did not dare to be negligent and quickly bowed to return the greeting.

The car door closed and the team continued to move forward as usual, except that the leaders were replaced by officials from the Yangzhou government.

......

The course of history remains unchanged. The Ye family army is defeated, and the old marquis has to go into battle. Marquis Dingbei has been a frontier defender all his life, but Lian Po is old, how long can he stop King Tuo's cavalry?

Watching the carriages and horses going away, Weng Xiaoxiao felt a chill all over her body. She waited until the team was out of sight before she got on her horse and went back.

Letting the old marquis go to war was both out of the court's helplessness and to sharpen Yang Shuo's skills.

No one cares about how the knife feels, they only care about whether the blade is sharp and whether it is easy to use!

When I read the book before, I felt sorry for Yang Shuo's situation, but at that time, Yang Shuo was just a paper man after all, a stranger who had nothing to do with her, so Weng Xiaoxiao didn't feel anything special about him.

But now that she knows and loves Yang Shuo, and he is her man, can she just watch him suffer?

She can't, she can't do it!

But what can she do?

The old marquis has gone to the battlefield, and a mere woman cannot influence the overall situation. She is powerless.

This feeling of powerlessness made her very uncomfortable.

Yang Shuo, who was filled with national hatred and family feuds, fought against King Tuo on equal terms, and it was difficult to determine the outcome.

Prince Tuo knew that Yang Shuo was the fulcrum of the balance between the imperial court and him, and that whichever way Yang Shuo went would affect the final outcome. So he set his sights on Yang Shuo.

If he couldn't win him over, he could only alienate him. Zheng Rong's death was the last straw that broke Yang Shuo's psychological defenses and made him break with the emperor completely.

Thinking of this, Weng Xiaoxiao became completely furious.

She didn't care, and couldn't care, what the men did on the battlefield. But no matter what, she would never allow anyone to sacrifice the innocent Zheng Rong, no matter how difficult it was, and no matter what the price was.

Feng Gu, who was standing by, thought that Weng Xiaoxiao was sad because she was reluctant to see her madam leave. She herself felt bad too, so no one said anything.

......

I don’t know if it was because of the cold wind during the day or because of excessive thinking at night that Weng Xiaoxiao fell ill on this cold autumn day, or because she didn’t get up on time the next day, which aroused Chunxia’s vigilance.

With the backbone of the team gone, everyone in the courtyard was in unprecedented panic.

Fenggu arranged for Chunxia to invite Doctor Pang, while she washed Weng Xiaoxiao's body, changed her sweaty clothes, and stayed by her side anxiously.

Doctor Pang is a very good doctor and a kind person. They met because Feng Gu saved his grandson. After a few visits, they built up trust with each other. Weng Xiaoxiao had always asked him to treat her dysmenorrhea. Now that he is here to treat Weng Xiaoxiao, there is nothing to worry about.

After taking just a few doses of medicine, there was no improvement at all and the high fever remained. Fenggu was frightened and became worried the whole day. She was so anxious that blisters appeared at the corners of her mouth and her throat became hoarse.

"Master, please think of a way. How can we deal with the master like this?" The fever had lasted for several days, and Chunxia was really afraid that the master's clever brain would be burned stupid.

Doctor Pang was one of the most skilled doctors in the city. What else could she do? She was even more anxious than Chunxia.

"Auntie Feng, the master fell ill after the Madam passed away. Is this illness related to the Madam?" Qiuyue reminded carefully.

Nothing at home would be hidden from her. If she wasn't told, it was probably because she couldn't say it. It was safer not to know. Feng Gu never doubted Weng Xiaoxiao's intentions.

"Go get the letter from the general and read it to Xiaoxiao."

"Auntie Feng, is this appropriate? That's a private letter." Qiuyue was in a dilemma.

Feng Gu slapped her forehead and thought, well, if a young person says something private, it would be inappropriate for outsiders to see it.

She just wanted to use Yang Shuo to stimulate Weng Xiaoxiao. Weng Xiaoxiao was in good health and had not been too busy recently. She was broad-minded and would not get upset over trivial matters.

Although I don't know what the doctor meant by overthinking, I can't leave the Yang family, especially Yang Shuo.

"You guys go out and do what you need to do. Don't slack off. I want to talk to Xiaoxiao."

Chunxia and Qiuyue were very confused about what Fenggu was going to say, but they did not disobey.

After everyone left, Feng Gu sat on the bed and began to mutter for a long time, and every word she said was about Yang Shuo. She told him everything she knew.

"Aunt, you're so noisy, I want to sleep."

"Don't, don't sleep, Xiaoxiao, wake up..." Feng Gu grabbed the hand that Weng Xiaoxiao stretched out to her.