Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter

Chapter 795: Chapter 793: Brother Long cares, but I don’t know when we’ll meet again. _1
 

“Aunt Xu, take care.”

Not wanting to waste time, Lin Qingluo mounted her horse.

“Take care and be careful on the road.”

Xu Ruyun smiled, nodded, and waved goodbye to the group of young men.

“Commander Xu, we’re leaving now. Thank you for your hospitality. See you again in the Capital City.”

Lin Jinlong rode forward on behalf of his companions and expressed their gratitude to Xu Ruyun.

“All right, Brother Long, I appreciate it. When we meet again, there may be some unexpected surprises.”

Xu Ruyun smiled enigmatically, hinting at something.

“Farewell.”

Lin Jinlong suddenly blushed around his ears and, pulling on the reins, turned his horse around and galloped away.

The group of young men followed closely, galloping across the vast grasslands, their figures growing smaller and smaller in the distance.

He left, he really left.

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Years would pass, and it was unknown when they would meet again.

Not far from the military camp, Ah Ruhan rubbed a small bag in her hand, gazing thoughtfully at the young men vanishing in the distance, her eyes brimming with tears, full of deep loss.

**

With peace restored in the northwest, the border residents gradually returned to their homeland.

The hundreds of miles of uninhabited land between the grassland and the West Ridge Mountain Range gradually came back to life.

Lin Qingluo and her companions did not settle in the three border cities but went directly through the uninhabited area to the West Ridge Mountain Range.

“Finally, after more than a month, we’re back here.”

The young men, leading their horses, traversed hills and ridges, passing the valley where they had intercepted Qiyan’s soldiers and their food supplies. Looking down from halfway up the mountain, it felt like a lifetime ago.

“Master, are we going along the West Ridge Mountain Range southbound? Will we pass through Jizhou City?”

Mo Canglan, with his generally indifferent nature, didn’t have much feeling but came to Lin Qingluo’s side, lost in thought, leading his horse.

“Brother Lan, is there something going on?”

The three words ‘Jizhou City’ subconsciously reminded Lin Qingluo of Wei Shumin.

The person responsible for her mother’s suffering all these years was the Jizhou Magistrate.

Mo Canglan didn’t conceal anything: “We’ve received news from Medicine King Valley that there’s an epidemic in Jizhou City. The doctors in Relief Medical Hall have been unable to identify its source, and it’s beginning to spread to nearby states and counties.”

Lin Qingluo’s eyes darkened: “How far is Jizhou City from here?”

Mo Canglan replied truthfully: “At least two hundred miles. Even if we ride fast, it will take us three days.”

“Three days? That’s too long.”

Lin Qingluo’s heart sank, and she mentally contacted Little Kingfisher: “Yin’er, ask the birds about the source of the epidemic in Jizhou City, and while you’re at it, check on the Jizhou Magistrate.”

“All right.”

Little Kingfisher cheerfully agreed, flapping its wings and flying high into the sky, its crisp voice calling for other birds.

“Brother Lan, please give me a rough idea of the disease situation.”

Lin Qingluo also didn’t stay idle, leading her horse and asking about the epidemic while walking.

“All right.”

Mo Canglan spoke without missing a detail, recounting the message from Medicine King Valley clearly and in full.

Lin Qingluo’s eyes deepened, her intelligent mind rapidly working to find a cure for the disease.

“Master, let’s bring Old Ginseng out. There are lush plants and wild vegetables everywhere in the West Ridge Mountains. We might be able to find the Psychic Fruit.”

Shitou’s sudden voice interrupted her thoughts.

“The Psychic Fruit is extremely rare in this world. How could it be so easy to find?”

Lin Qingluo furrowed her brows and looked at him helplessly.

“The epidemic in Jizhou requires a large amount of medicinal plants.”

Mo Canglan’s eyes lit up, and he exclaimed with joy: “With the help of Old Ginseng, the problem of medicinal plants can be solved.”

“Heh heh.”

Shitou grinned and licked his lips, laughing: “Did I get it right by accident?”

“You happened to guess correctly this time.”

Lin Qingluo smiled good-naturedly and summoned the Ginseng Spirit from the Blessed Land, still keeping it hidden in a covered basket. She bypassed Shitou and handed it to Mo Canglan.