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    Jiangzhou City in March is always rainy, fine rain like silk, lingering, dots and dashes hit the White Horse Temple on the green stone road, the former dynasty of ancient temples on a layer of hazy veil.

    In the smoky rain, Xiang Cai pushed the wooden wheelchair with one hand and carried an oil-paper umbrella with the other, carefully shielding her male’s head.

    “Sir, do you really want to go?”

    Chen Zi’an sat in the wheelchair, laughed lightly: “Zi’an’s lifelong ambition is to do something practical, and encountered this opportunity, and how can I give up? I’m afraid that this leg can no longer participate in the imperial examinations, but if I can be a minor official, for the people to serve, it is not a disgrace to so many years of saintly learning.”

    Xiang Capsicum sighed slightly, knowing that she wouldn’t be able to talk him out of it.

    Although Chen Zian’s nature looks gentle, there is a thunderous obstinacy and persistence in his heart.

    But she was worried that his body could not cope, and worried that Zhang Daoquan would make things difficult for him, thinking heavily, but did not know how to say it.

    Xiang Capsicum was silent, and without realizing it, he had already led Chen Zian to that four-story pagoda.

    Looking at the officials waiting in front of the tower who were already looking this way, Xiang Capsicum finally couldn’t help but ask once again, “Since you insist, so be it, but can’t you really ask me to follow?”

    Chen Zian only patted her hand soothingly, “Go back, trust me, I’ll be back soon.”

    The fragrant capsule’s heart was bleak.

    Chen Zian told her that this pagoda is not big, but it has to accommodate many medical officers and officials, so even the governor has not brought his family and slaves with him, so naturally he cannot bring his family to live with him.

    “Take care, my lord.”

    Xiang Capsicum tightly bit her lower lip and gently placed the oil paper umbrella in her hand into Chen Zian’s hand, finally leaving with three steps and three turns back unwillingly.

    Listening to Xiang Capsicum’s footsteps fading away, Chen Zian finally couldn’t help but turn his head to look, but he only saw a layer of pale rain mist.

    The receiving official had already hurried in with his umbrella and looked at Chen Zian’s legs with a slightly surprised expression.

    “Cough, sorry, I didn’t know that you have a leg ailment, Duke, so I didn’t send anyone to meet you.” That canonical official scratched his head and said awkwardly, “I wonder if the one who pushed you here just now is the gentleman’s wife? There are still a few empty rooms in this pagoda, why don’t you invite your wife to live with you, or take care of your living.”

    Chen Zian was silent for a moment and secretly clenched his fists, “The Dignitary has misunderstood, that’s just a kind-hearted medical girl.”

    “Oh, oh. Then how is the gentleman’s health, should we rest first and start tomorrow?”

    Chen Zian’s face raised a faint smile, “No harm done, let’s start today.”

    Shankar returned to the shelter in the rain and froze, staring at the wooden bed in disbelief.

    Above that simple wooden bed, there was still the faint body heat of Chen Zian remaining.

    I wonder if this wooden bed can wait for its owner?

    She was worried that she hadn’t brought all of her clothes with her and turned back halfway, only to realize that Chen Zian was actually lying to her.

    But why won’t he take her with him?

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