Chapter 952 Abscess

The Lantern Festival of the sixth year of Wude had just passed, and everything was gradually coming back to life. Gao Xianning looked at the scenery outside the straw curtain of the carriage, which was a scene of tranquility and peace. The peach and plum trees on both sides of the post road were budding, swaying flexibly in the breeze, in stark contrast to the withered branches. The weeping willows were also sprouting new green buds. From a distance, the fields were also covered in a layer of yellow-green.