The Concubine's Daughter Travels Through Time and Space and Takes the Road of Confrontation

There was a lot of food stored on the farm, and Lu Yun did not forget to send some to her eldest cousin.

Only a few rays of sunlight remained in the western sky as dusk fell. The gatekeeper walked into the lobby, rubbing his hands and muttering how cold he was. He placed his hands close to the tea stove to warm the fire and drive away the cold.

There was the sound of carriages outside the door. The servant walked towards the door in confusion, only to hear two "knock knocks" - someone knocked on the door. It was already New Year's Eve, and it was late at night.

"Who's there?" the servant called out. No one answered, so he unbolted the door and peeked out through a crack. Standing outside was a young man in a cloak, and not far behind him were several carriages.

Is this a guest who missed the time to enter the city and came here to stay overnight? The servant was puzzled when he heard the young man say with a smile:

"My name is Zhang. I'm your master's uncle. I came in a hurry and didn't bring my name card. Please go in and tell me something."

It turned out to be my uncle. The servant hurriedly opened the door and let them in. He asked others to lead the way to the car park, and he ran to the backyard to look for Miss Caihe.

Lu Yun appeared in the front yard almost immediately. Seeing several people standing in the open space in the front yard, tears instantly welled up in her eyes. "Mother!"

Zhang pulled Sister Yun into her arms, patted her back, and said in a choked voice, "You've suffered a lot this past month." Lu Yun shook her head, crawled out of her mother's arms, and hugged her sister tightly. Lu Rong cried and laughed at the same time. She first wiped her sister's tears with a handkerchief before freeing her hands to wipe her own face. "You've grown taller, but you're much thinner than when you were a child."

Lu Hui looked at the little sister, his eyes slightly red. He reached out and touched Lu Yun's hair. After a long while, he said, "She's not as cute as she was when she was a child."

Everyone laughed when they heard this.

Lu Yun had already noticed the carriage at the end and asked curiously, "Uncle, what's inside this carriage?"

Zhang Yulin stroked his mustache and said, "Inside these are two young men I rescued along the way. The younger one has been badly injured, and the older one has injured his arm and is running a fever."

At this time, the servant who had been guarding the carriage came forward and bowed, "Greetings to Princess Ning'an. My son is a relative of the Dingyuan Earl family. Now that the city gates are closed, he would like to stay here for the night.

Hearing the three words Dingyuanbo, Lu Yun was surprised. "But is it Zhao Qingyu, Lord Zhao?"

Wenzhu was also surprised, "The princess knows my young master? My young master has been feverish for several days." The hardships he has endured along the way are more than those in the previous decades combined. It makes people sad to talk about it.

It’s a long story. Lu Yun comforted him, “Master Qingxu is also here. We will ask him to treat your son later.”

Wenzhu was overjoyed and thanked him repeatedly.

After having them taken to Dicui Pavilion for resettlement, Lu Yun took her mother and the others to Bishuiyunju. She had Caihe take her mother, sister, and Miss Fang to wash up, and leave her brother and uncle with other servants. Lu Yun then took her master to treat them.

Because it was the New Year, Nanny Guizhi led the servants to clean the farm inside and out. Although no one lived in Dicui Pavilion, it was very clean.

After not seeing him for a few days, Master Zhao had become emaciated, his eyes dark blue, and his face sallow with a hint of redness, clearly suffering from a prolonged fever. The master's brow furrowed as soon as he took her pulse, and he immediately told her to leave. Lu Yun, knowing he still had internal injuries, obediently avoided the situation.

At this moment, the sky outside was completely dark. Lu Yun exhaled a breath of white air and looked up at the stars in the sky. This year was a perfect year.

After an incense stick of time, Taoist Qingxu finally came out of the house. He looked at his apprentice and said, "The younger man already has an old injury. The bumpy journey caused the wound to rupture, allowing the wind to enter his body, which is why he has a high fever. We can't delay any longer. Send him to Qingping Temple immediately and ask Monk Lufan for help. There may be a chance of saving him."

Lu Yun's face was solemn, and without saying a word, he ordered the servant to prepare the car. Fortunately, it had not snowed in recent days, so the mountain road was not difficult to travel.

After arranging everything, the master and the disciple returned to Bishuiyunju. As they entered the house, a warm fragrance hit their faces.

This was the first time that my mother and her friends came here. Lu Yun introduced the place to them. My sister really liked the decoration inside the pavilion, while my brother liked the lounge chair.

A few bottles of red plums sat by the window, and fruits and snacks were placed on the small kang table. Zhang leaned against the kang, a smile on her face as she watched them chatting and playing below. Dashou, with his hands on his cheeks, looked curiously at his suddenly appearing brother and sister. Jinhe stood to one side and whispered to Caihe. Nanny Guizhi sat below, brewing tea and roasting fruit.

There was a charcoal stove in the corridor at the entrance of the small building, with meat roasting and wine warming on the stove. Zhou Boli, Zhang Yulin and Taoist Qingxu sat around the stove, chatting and laughing while drinking.

When it was midnight, Lu Yun smiled and invited them to go out and set off fireworks.

Accompanied by the sound of "crackling", dazzling and brilliant silver and golden threads pierced the air, blooming with brilliant colors and dispelling the dark night. The sound of firecrackers could also be heard from the gate not far away. It was the New Year!

Unexpectedly, her mother had prepared a red envelope for her at this time. Lu Yun's nose turned slightly red as she knelt on the blanket and kowtowed to her mother, then to her uncle, master and Aunt Guizhi.

Lu Yun also gave Dashou a red envelope, touched Dashou's head and said with a smile, "I wish you good health and safety."

People gradually dispersed. After Lu Yun and others had checked the fire one last time, they saw Zhou Boli coming back. He was tall and slender, standing in the corridor with his hands behind his back, as if he had been waiting for a while.

Lu Yun signaled to the maid that she could go and rest, then walked to his side and asked curiously, "Mr. Zhou, do you have anything else to do?" Standing a little close, Lu Yun could smell a faint scent of alcohol coming from him.

"I wish the princess a happy spring and a long life of blessings." As soon as the words fell, Lu Yun felt a purse stuffed into her hand. When she reacted, she only saw a slowly leaving figure.

The purse was bulging and a little uncomfortable to the touch. Lu Yun opened it and saw a stack of neatly stacked silver bills. After counting them, she found that there were exactly 1,500 taels.

The dividends from the shop had been sent over a long time ago, and together with these, it was exactly three thousand taels.

Lu Yun began to clasp her hands guiltily. In the past few days, she had been using the excuse of sparring to hit a little harder.

There seemed to be something else inside. Lu Yun shook it again, and a cute little golden donkey rolled out of the purse.

At Qingping Temple, Master Liaofan finished taking the patient's pulse, chanted a Buddhist mantra, picked up his brush, and quickly filled two sheets of white paper. He handed them to the young disciple waiting by the side, "Go and get a prescription according to this prescription. The remaining medicine residue can be used to make soup and use it to clean the wound on this young man's body."

After giving these instructions, Liao Fan walked outside and looked out at the lights of the thousands of houses below. Lu Ling had already heard the noise coming from the front. She walked to the terrace with Xiang Xing and bowed to the master from a distance of seven or eight steps.

Liao Fan frowned, his white beard reaching his chest, and he clasped his hands together in greeting. "I just brought a sick person from the foot of the mountain. Please forgive me for disturbing your meditation."

Lu Ling shook her head. "Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. The master has a pure heart and is a compassionate person in the world."

Liao Fan: "This donor has caught a cold, please avoid this place for the next few days.

"Thank you, Master." Lu Ling bowed from a distance.