A Sword of Frost

The wooden house was extremely rudimentary, and the windows were cluttered with a few sheets of paper, which had already been blown away by the wind. Inside the room was a wooden bed with a white-haired old man wrapped in a quilt. He was drowsy and asleep. Another old man in a coarse gray coat was sitting in front of the stove, carefully going to the dirty pot, and adding rough and tasteless porridge soup.

The mountain wind and rain were more violent.

The gray-clad old man put down his spoon, just about to call | The old man in the bed got up to eat, but he was surprised when someone knocked on the door: "Who?"

"We are a caravan from the north. We accidentally lost our way in the mountains," said the guard. "There are too many ant bugs, so I want to spend the night here."

"It's not that I don't want to keep you." The gray-clad old man was embarrassed. "Someone in this house was infected with the plague. He was brought up by the villagers to die, you guys, let's go."

He was talking, and the old man on the bed moaned, his voice pained. The guard and Mei Zhusong heard in their ears, and they didn't have any taste in their hearts. I remembered that there were still some pills left before, saying: "My husband is a doctor, and the southwest has plagued him. He has also seen many patients along the way and pondered a few prescriptions. There are exactly two bottles of medicine here. If the elderly do not dislike it, leave it to try. "

As soon as he heard that the man was a doctor, the grey-clad old man opened the door. The guard handed him the pills, and said gently: "Take one capsule each morning and evening. It will make you more comfortable."

"This ..." Nowadays, medicine is far more valuable than gold in the southwest, and the old people are living in poverty. Once they get sick, they have to come to this wasteland to die. Suddenly there were two bottles of medicine, not to mention that it was useless. The old man's heart swelled up first, thanking him, "Thank you doctor, thank you doctor."

The mountain is still thundering, and seeing another round of heavy rain in the middle of the night. The old man in gray clothes saw that Meizhusong was being held, and his right foot couldn't touch the ground, and it was really difficult to continue his journey. "If you don't dislike it, you might as well avoid it under the eaves. I'll cook some hot water and burn a brazier. Here. "

The conditions are difficult and there is no alternative. Mei Zhusong covered his nose and nose with a cloth towel. After seeing the old man on the bed, he saw that although his face was poor, his pulse was smooth. He said, "If you can take good care of yourself, you may not be able to survive."

"Pharaoh's body has always been tough." The gray-clad old man fetched hot water. "Our village, it was so remote that we couldn't reach outsiders. Pharaoh got the plague because he went to the city to buy rice noodles some time ago. "

The guard took off his coat and plugged the cracks in the windows and doors of the two old people to make the room more comfortable. Seeing that the window sculpt was finely carved, and there was a picture of the Bailing Hibiscus tangled in the spring, which was an auspicious pattern that swept Wangcheng a few years ago, he asked curiously: "Is the old man a Wangcheng?"

"Ah? No." The gray-clad old man froze and shook his head again and again. "We are northwest of Daliang. Because of drought in our hometown and the confiscation in the ground, we fled south to flee, and have been here for many years."

Mei Zhusong rubbed the armrest of the chair with his hands, and it was also carved very finely. The flowers were rich and rich, and the farmers in the northwest did not have this superb technique. However, the other party was obviously reluctant to mention the past, so he did not follow up carefully, only to discuss a few pots of hot water, and roughly dealt with the wound.

The night was heavy, the sound of the rain was getting weaker, and everyone was asleep and dozing off. They were exhausted, and it was bright in the blink of an eye. The sound of "Ding-Dang-Dang-Dang" came from the ear. The gray-clad old man-his last name was Song, and everyone called him Lao Song. After the old Song was awakened, he looked confused, alas, he was standing sick by the fire. The old man, suddenly surprised and happy, quickly hugged him: "Are you all right?"

"I'm hungry." Pharaoh dug the bottom of the pot with a spoon and asked bitterly, "Is there a hoe?"

"There are cakes, you wait." Lao Song helped him to sit down, and said with excitement, "Thank you very much for the doctor outside the door, **** doctor, just a pill, you can walk down the floor!"

Mei Zhusong and his party were also awakened. They pushed the door and saw that the patient who was bedridden last night was already gorging on bread and porridge. Lao Song hurriedly brought scones to the crowd, saying that there was not much grain in the house, and the divine doctor would sit here a little, and then he went back to the village to get food and clean clothes.

The guard didn't think about it, and said casually: "I'm afraid it's hard to leave the mountain road just after it rains. I'll go back with the old people."

Lao Song even said that he didn't have to. He picked up the basket on the ground and walked fast, as if he was afraid of being stopped.

The guard frowned secretly. He came from Dali Temple. The first reaction was that the village was weird, and the old man was weird, as if he had hidden an unspeakable secret. However, Mei Zhusong thought about another thing-although the bottle of pills last night did have the effect of clearing away heat, analgesics and detoxification, but after taking it by several patients, they were not so good. He moved his mind, consciously realized something, and asked the Pharaoh's diet in detail in the last few days, and finally pulled out a pocket of dried mushrooms from the basket.

"I'm sick, and I don't know what I've ever eaten." Pharaoh introduced. "But this fungus soup is often cooked in the village. Poor people drink a bowl when they have a cold and fever, it's a medicine."

There are many fungi in the southwest woodland. This pale cyan mushroom doesn't even have a name. It's full of rain in the yard, and it's not worth much. Just like Lao Song, when he heard Mei Zhusong said that he wanted to go to the village to see him, Pharaoh also showed embarrassment and hesitated to refuse to agree.

"Brother." Mei Zhusong stood up and saluted, "Now the southwest is suffering from a plague. I am afraid that this bacterium is the medicine that can save lives!"

"Doctor, don't do this." Pharaoh quickly stopped him and sighed, "I'm not a hard-hearted person, and Lao Song is the same, everyone just doesn't want to cause trouble, but the lives of tens of thousands of people in the southwest, who can See you dead? Come with me! "

He propped up a crutch and limped, leading everyone into the dense forest path.

...

In the palace, Xie Han Yandao said: "I still think you will stay in Yuli City and will not return."

Jiang Lingfei asked, "Why did my mother do that?"

"Because the southwest of that year was such a disorder." Xie Hanyan stepped down the steps of the hall step by step. "No, it is even more painful than now. In addition to the plague, there are poverty, war and plunder. My husband, your father. It was he who put an end to that turbulent era! "

Xie Hanyan's voice contained skyrocketing anger: "Your father, I hate to shed the last drop of blood for the beams and the rivers and mountains. But what did he get? The exclusion of the courtiers, the suspicion of the emperor, and those ingratitude. Less than 20 years after his death, he has been forgotten by the people all over the world. Now speaking of the word 'invincible', how many people can think of Lu Guangyuan? "

"So my mother is going to ruin this world, isn't it?" Jiang Lingfei looked at her eyes with a hoarse voice. "You have been lying to me all the time. You hate more than just the emperor, not just the emperor. That said, when you give the world to the queen and stop, you just want to ruin everyone and everything. "

"Yes!" Xie Hanyan was a little hysterical, "I just want to make the world funeral for the generals! Why, why can the Li family be able to sit on the rich rivers and mountains, but my husband is even in the storm?"

Jiang Lingfei said: "Give me the medicine for the plague."

"There is no solution." Xie Hanyan gave a cold sigh. "Why, Ji Yanran sent you back to get the medicine? He can't hold it anymore."

Jiang Lingfei unbuttoned the cufflinks, revealing a half-cut **** arm: "I just went to the North Hall, and found a disease there, should the ghost stab be used to make medicine?"

Xie Hanyan's gaze changed, watching the yellow pus on his wound, and he was startled, "How dare you!"

"Give me the antidote," Jiang Lingfei said, "unless my mother wants to watch me die."

Xie Hanyan raised his hand and gave him a slap in the face: "Junk!"

Jiang Lingfei wiped off the bloodshot corners of his mouth and looked down and said, "I have been confusing for more than twenty years, and I don't care about one more or one less time, but Lord Wang treats me like a mountain. If the mother insists on letting him die, then Just kill me."

"Why would I have a waste son like you!" Xie Hanyan was furious. "Go to the dark room and kneel and reflect!"

Jiang Lingfei turned and left the hall.

Behind him was still angry yelling and screeching sound of the vase being smashed heavily.

...

"The prime minister's prime minister thanked Han Yan for his wealth, knowing the knowledge and wisdom, being quick-minded, dignified, and gentle as water."

The dark room was dark, and Jiang Lingfei knelt straight on the cold ground, remembering the words that Yun Yifeng had said when he was in Wangcheng. He was thinking at the time that the gentle beauties of the past had now changed to another look. Maybe time can really change too many things, good and evil, black and white, right and wrong. He knows all the sufferings that his mother suffered when she was young, and those painful experiences have been told a thousand times by her. Most of the hatreds against the Emperor, the Queen Mother, and the Emperor in their hearts. Revenge for his father sounds like a matter of righteousness, but what he thought was "revenge and resentment" in his mother's mouth, and the ending was nothing more than emperor changing his head and killing the person who should be killed, but now it seems that everything is false .

The vision of the eyes gradually blurred, and the two beating white candles became two strange eyes, flickering. Jiang Lingfei didn't know how long he had been kneeling, but felt that his head was getting more and more dim, and his unconscious legs could no longer support his body, and he crooked to the side softly.

The world is also full of black mist.

With such a **** dreamless sky, Jiang Lingfei thought hazily, still don't dream about the goddess, just let her stay in the King City, enjoy the flowers and the scenery, leisurely and kind.

...

Yun Yifeng brought a bowl of medicine: "I asked the medic to add two more Coptis to clear the fire for Wang Ye."

Ji Yanran drank it and frowned: "It's really bitter."

Yun Yifeng watched him for a while and said, "Hey you, Huanglian reduced the amount and added two more hawthorns. The taste should be sour and sweet."

Ji Yanran: "..."

Ji Yanran had to admit: "I still can't taste it in my mouth. I'm afraid you're worried, so I want to hide it." He emphasized again, "But I told the military doctor the truth, really."

"Never lie again next time." Yun Yifeng sat opposite him. "Good news."

Ji Yanran asked, "What?"

"The magpie has calculated the entrance to the palace. There are two places in total." Yun Yifeng opened the map. "These two places are different from the remaining forty-seven places. Sealed, is often referred to in the book as the "Gate of Life."

Ji Yanran said: "In other words, can we break into the palace at any time now?"

"Because these two doors cannot be sealed, the surrounding Bacheng is covered with hidden weapons and poisonous urns, and if you are not careful, you will be dressed as a sieve." Yun Yifeng thought for a while, "You said, would Brother Jiang help? we?"

"It's hard to say." Ji Yanran shook his head. "But I still have the previous sentence. Although Ling Fei's nature is not bad, I can't count on him all."

"Um." Yun Yifeng touched his face. "I can't count on Brother Jiang, then I can count on Wang, you have to get better soon."

Ji Yanran Rongma has been fighting for more than ten years, and he has never been so solid in bed. Although the saying goes, there are many lovers in front of the sickbed, but it must be leisurely. The sweetheart has a headache that is not tight and has a hot brain. Coaxing slowly, you can enjoy the fun. Where can it be now-the plague is raging, the people are leaving, the wild is turbulent, and Mo is not a "lover" of yours, and you have to squeeze out time even for dinner.

Yun Yifeng said with emotion: "I've met my grandfather since I was born.

His Royal Highness Xiao carefully pondered, really.

Then he coaxed him: "I'll make it up for you in the future, and get a pearl emerald red sapphire bed in the king's house, covered with brocade."

Li Yan stood outside the door, thinking, ah, really, as always, aesthetics.

It seems that Qidi's body is not bad, at least he has not been burned and fainted.

However, in the palace, Jiang Lingfei's head was really burned out. He woke up from a continuous nightmare, only to feel that the corners of his mouth were chapped, and if a sharp knife was inserted into his throat when swallowing, the internal organs were also constricted and convulsed. Breath raised his head heavily, but did not see his mother. Only Yuying sat beside the bed.

"Why do you torture yourself this way?" Yuying sighed and stretched out her hand to help him up. "You want to save Ji Yanran and ask your sister for a few more words, you may not get the antidote, no matter how bad you are, stealing or threatening Either a ghost stab, why did you choose this stupid way in the end? "

Jiang Lingfei only asked: "What about mother?"

"My sister is dizzy with you and is lying on the bed." Yuying took the white porcelain bottle from her sleeve. "The medicine here can save two people."

Jiang Lingfei unplugged the cork and poured half into his mouth: "Thank you Aunt Ying."

"Thank you for thanking my sister. Without her acquiescence, I wouldn't get the antidote." Yuying stained him with a little sweat and patience, "You should know that my sister told Li's family, including Ji Yanran hated it all, but in the end she did what you wished for, and she felt bad for you, only because of General Lu's affairs, so some ... crazy. "

"I know." Jiang Lingfei looked at the porcelain bottle in his hand: "How long will this medicine take effect?"

"Half an hour." Yu Ying said, "This antidote is precious and difficult to make. Even if other doctors get it, they can't formulate the same recipe. You can send it to Ji Yanran to save Ji, even if it is paid off to you by Xiao Wangfu Kindness, never to be so impulsive in the future, let my sister down. "

Jiang Lingfei clenched the porcelain bottle, absently responding.

...

Li Yan was drinking tea at the table, and suddenly he was knocked on his head, and he jumped up in shock.

Jiang Lingfei covered his mouth, "It's me."

After seeing who the caller was, Li Hua was immediately in a state of elation, and asked him hard through his fingers. Do you want to understand?

Jiang Lingfei let go of his hand: "I'm here to deliver something to Wang Ye. This is an antidote and a letter. You will transfer it to the host of Yunmen for me. As for whether there are more hostages in the palace, I haven't found out yet."

Li Yan said happily: "Okay!"

Also concerned: "Why doesn't my face look good? Next door is a soup made by the host Yunmen himself. You wait, I'll get a bowl!"

Jiang Lingfei: "..."

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