Deeply rooted in your love [Fast Wear]

Chapter 43

Yi Country was cold, and the snow was blowing one after another, almost turning the heavens and the earth into pure white.
The sky was dark, the carriage was moving slower, and as night approached, they found a village.
Although it was covered with ice and snow, you could see the thatch piled up on the eaves of the beams, and the houses were closed, and there were no footprints on the road, only some people quietly opened a gap when the sound of carriages came from outside, looked twice and closed it again.
Gongziyue wrapped up his cloak, and when the carriage stopped, he landed from the carriage on the thick snow and knocked: "Excuse me, is anyone there?" There
was three knocks on the door, but no one answered.
Gongzi Yue stepped on the snow to change houses, but there was a voice inside, but it was not very friendly: "Go and go, don't knock on my door, there is nothing you want here."
Zong Que let out a white breath and said, "This place is very defensive against outsiders.
"It's hard to walk after the snow, and if you stay in the snow overnight, I'm afraid you'll be buried in it tomorrow." Gongzi Yue snorted.
The snow scenery is indeed beautiful, such thick snow is really rare in the territory of Lin Country, but such a beautiful thing can also kill people.
Gongziyue knocked a few more, saying that he would not live for free, but still no one was willing to open the door.
"Stop knocking." A wooden door opened a gap, and an old voice came from it, "There is nothing to entertain here, if you want to find a place to spend the night, go to the broken temple at the entrance of the village." After
his words, the door was directly covered.
Gongzi Yue saluted, "Thank you, old sir."
Zong Que stretched out his hand, held it when Gongzi Yue walked to the front of the carriage, got into the carriage and let out a soft breath: "It should be the front."
Zong Que waved his horsewhip, and the sound of horses' hooves stepping on the snow had an extremely stuffy feeling, and the wheels turned, stopping in front of the so-called abandoned ruined temple at the entrance of the village.
It is said to be a temple, but it is only a very small thatched house, which is hung with abandoned cobwebs, and a statue of a god made of clay is enshrined on the table, and it is no longer clear who the facial features are, and half of the temple has been crushed by snow, leaking a huge hole.
Zong Que got out of the car and looked here, took the broom from the car and walked into it, the cobwebs were swept at random, he looked at the house that was pressed down by the snow, the beam was not broken, but the hay on it could not bear the weight and was pressed down.
"How?" Gongziyue asked as he touched the horse's mane as he walked out.
"You can fix it, overnight is not a problem." Zong Que drew a stool from the carriage and padded it under his feet to sweep the snow from the roof.
"What can I do?" Gongziyue asked.
"Untie the horse and lead it into the temple, be careful not to touch the door." Zong Que took down the scattered hay and took out the rope and tied it tightly.
"Good." Gongziyue supported the rim of the carriage, untied the horse rope and led the horse in.
Although the small temple is broken, it can also block the wind.
The two horses were tied, and Gongzi Yue picked up his cloak to collect the hay on the ground, carefully held it outside, looked up at the re-covered roof, and said, "Is this enough?"
"It blocks the wind." Zong Que took the hay he was holding and covered it on top, pressed it with the stone he had picked up, and jumped down.
The small temple was simply cleaned and a clean ground was cleared, the carriage stopped at the door, the rags and spliced cloth were spread aside, and the dead wood and charcoal taken from the cart were piled aside, continuing the lit fire.
When the water in the small pot on top was steaming, it was completely dark outside.
The snow fell heavier, the cold wind howled, and flakes of snow scattered through the bottom of the carriage, but they dissipated directly before they touched the fire.
The snow water in the small pot boiled, and Zong Que scooped a cup and handed it to the person next to him: "Be careful with scalding."
"Thank you." Gongzi Yue held it, and his cold fingers touched the temperature, making him breathe a sigh of relief, and his whole body warmed up, "With such a heavy snow, I don't know if I can hurry tomorrow morning."
"If the snow is too big, stop here for a few days, and the first snow usually doesn't fall for long." Zong Que broke half of the baked cake and handed it over.
Gongziyue took it and sent it to his lips to bite down, although this place is simple and a little dusty,
it is a comfortable place to live on such a snowy day.
Scones and water, enough to wrap the belly on this snowy night, one quilt spread under the body, one covered the body, Zong Que used the wooden table here to block the wind and snow coming in at the door before going to bed, the flames jumped, and the two people lay down side by side, shoulders against each other, almost falling asleep.
"When this heavy snowfall stops, it's time for the people to strengthen their houses." Gongzi Yue was on fire, and his gaze fell on the statue of the god without facial features.
"Yiguo has a lot of snow in winter, and they should be prepared before the first heavy snowfall." Zong Que counted the months.
Studying is secondary, and now it is necessary to find a place to stay as soon as possible and prepare dry firewood and food for the winter, otherwise it will be difficult to find food once the snow closes the road.
"I hope so." Gongzi Yue looked at the statue and said, "This should be a land temple.
Zong Que's gaze turned to the face of the statue without facial features, "You can also see it from the clothes?"
"Well, the idols have their own rules." Gongzi Yue sighed lightly, "If the warehouse is insufficient, the people will also lack reverence for the heavenly gods. The
Yi Kingdom is weak, among the Six Kingdoms, it is only between the Lu State that ranks last and Bozhong, and the Lin Kingdom is only second only to the Ning Kingdom, and the people have gone through such hardships, the Yi Kingdom will only be worse than he thought.
"Do you believe in God?" Zong Que asked.
He didn't believe it at first, because the system believed it, but now he doesn't believe it, the way of heaven is ruthless, taking all things as dogs, and the people who master the origin world are above the so-called immortal world, but there are still people's emotions, the world has no gods, and everything depends only on themselves.
"Yue does not believe in God." Gongzi Yue said softly, "When Yue first entered school, his father said that the so-called heavenly gods are only used to educate people's hearts, and people's hearts can gather because of this, and they can be dispersed because of this, and things are man-made.
"Hmm." Zong Que agrees with this view.
"Don't you think the royal family is fooling the people?" Gongzi Yue turned to look at him and asked.
"From the theory of heavenly gods, you can also observe the hearts of the people." Zong Que said, "Water can carry a boat, and it can also overturn it." The
people recognized the royal family, but all they wanted was to survive well, even if there was a god theory, the heavenly phenomena were unlucky, and the people had to sin themselves when they were not living.
"Water can carry a boat, and it can also overturn a boat..." Gongzi Yue silently recited this sentence, and a sense of surprise flashed in his eyes, "This sentence is excellent, in a word."
"Just quoting the ancestors." Zong Que said, "Sleep."
"Hmm." Gongzi Yue responded lightly and closed his eyes in a warm melt.
Water can carry a boat, and it can also overturn it.
If you want to unify the world, the most important thing to lose is the people's heart, listen to the words of the king, and read ten years of books.
When Zong Que's thoughts were about to fall asleep, the people next to him curled up at his side unexpectedly, their eyebrows slightly relaxed, and their bodies relaxed.
......
The snow light penetrated, and the slightly dazzling light woke up the early morning, and Gongzi Yue blinked, but saw a figure sitting with his back to him.
The figure not only covered the firelight, but also the snow, allowing him to sleep peacefully.
"Awake?" Zong Que looked back at the humane who opened his eyes.
"Well, the snow stopped?" Gongziyue lay there looking at him, and for a moment he didn't want to get up.
"Stop, I asked for directions, there are towns twenty miles to the north." Zong Que handed the water cup over.
Gongziyue stood up and sat up, held the cup and said, "Thank you." The
water cup is not hot, and the entrance is just right.
Gongzi Yue drank the water and rinsed his mouth, then took the cloth handed over by Zong Que, cleaned his face, put on his cloak again, and sorted out the quilt on the ground.
He used to be bad at tidying up, but now he is used to it.
Zong Que shoveled snow with a wooden plank to extinguish the fire, put the table blocking the door back in its original position, and went out to sweep the snow from the roof of the car with his horse.
Gongziyue sent the quilt to the car, and when he checked whether there were anything in the temple that had not been brought, his eyes fixed on the god statue with kind eyebrows.
It is still the original clay sculpture, but the original statue without facial features has been carefully carved out of the face, looking at the outside of the temple kindly.
Gongzi Yue clasped his hands together and waved, "Thank you." Staying
at this temple is a night of thanksgiving for shelter
.
"What else didn't you bring?" Zong Que asked outside.
"It's gone." Gongziyue turned around and went out, got into the carriage, and smiled softly as he watched the person driving calmly next to him in a harsh snowy scene.
He didn't have to ask,He knew that the idols must have been his doing.
Although he does not believe in God, he is always grateful.
"Laughing at what?" Zong Que turned to look at the smile on his face and said.
"Nothing." Gongzi Yue smiled and said, "Yue is in an excellent mood.
"Hmm." Zong Que replied and did not ask again.
The snow only fell in the middle of the night, the sun rose, and the snow that had been extremely thick had melted a lot, revealing the ground scattered with dead grass and moistening the earth.
The carriage traveled far and entered the so-called town, which, although it was a town, was lined with houses and few people on the road.
Gongziyue did not appear at random, it should have been Zongque who went to hand over and then brought back a land deed.
"Five miles north outside the city." Gongziyue looked at the land deed and said, "Do we want to stay here?"
"Spend the winter first, and then go to school in the spring." Zong Que said.
"Good." Gongzi Yue replied.
He didn't know as much about survival as Zongque.
The carriage stopped in the town several times, and Zong Que went down to buy a lot of things, and almost filled the carriage before leaving the city and rushing to the place marked by the title deed.
And then......
Gongziyue looked at the courtyard in front of him, which was spacious, but almost half of the roof had fallen off, and even if it was pressed by snow, the barren grass that emerged could almost match him, and for a moment he couldn't muster the courage to enter, he hesitated or asked: "Why did you buy here?"
"Cheap." Zong Que said concisely, looking at the houses here, "It's all new wood, you can live in it if you repair it."
"I don't have enough coins here?" Gongzi Yue is not too far away from the city, with his current status, it is better not to have more contact with people.
But the barren grass here always feels like something will come out of it.
"Plus yours." Zong Que said, "There are other things that need to be purchased.
Gongziyue once again realized their current predicament: "This place is also good.
"Clean up after lunch." Zong Que took out the pot and the fire fold from the car.
"Good." Gongziyue calmed himself down.
Lunch was as simple as ever, and as soon as the dishes were put away, Zong Que took the sickle and cloth strips from the car, wrapped his hands, and handed the remaining two to Gongzi Yue: "Wrap them, lest your hands be scratched or frostbitten." "
To work in winter, you still need to make a few pairs of gloves to come out, but now there is none, you can only do it.
Gongzi Yue wrapped his hands around Yiyan, looked at the scythe he was holding in his hand, and said, "What do I do?"
"Drag out the cut grass and the debris from the twigs in the grass." Zong Que said.
"Good." Gongzi Yue replied.
Zongque entered the house, hit the grass with a stick, and then cut off the barren grass and set it aside, looking for a way to the main house.
The work was not difficult to do, but it took time, and Gongziyue dragged the grass out one by one and dried it on top of the dry stone.
The main road is cleared, not a muddy ground, but a cobblestone, but uninhabited all year round, and the gaps in the road are overgrown with weeds, which directly covers the place.
Zong Que walked to the door of the main house, gently pushed, the door fell directly in, splashed countless dust, the sound was very loud, Gongzi Yue's heart was closed, and the things in his hand almost fell: "Can the roof also be repaired?"
"It can be repaired, but the roof must be rebuilt and the tiles must be repaved." Zong Que looked at the man who was coughing lightly with his mouth and nose in front of him, "I think it's choked to tie a cloth to your face and don't suck in too much dust."
"Are you all right?" Gongzi Yue looked at his safe and sound demeanor.
"I held my breath." Zong Que looked at the dusty things in the room and said.
Gongziyue: "..." The
furniture in the main house was lifted out one by one, Gongziyue paid attention to the bricks and tiles above his head to clean up the rest, and Zong Que used the fallen wood to knock and beat, fought a ladder to come out, and climbed
up a house that looked relatively intact.
The main beam was not damaged, and the secondary beam was much easier to repair, and the knocking sound sounded in the setting sun, driving some earth and rocks to fall, and in the extremely cold north wind, the sweat on Zong Que's forehead slipped down little by little.
Gongziyue looked at the people on the roof, dusted off the dust on the tiles he picked up little by little with a snow-stained cloth, and then put it in the bamboo basket.
The clean courtyard he once saw may have been cleaned up little by little by the people in front of him, and now this courtyard is built and arranged by himself, even if he leaves one day, it will become the deepest part of his memory.
As the sun set, Zong Que put a bamboo basket on his back and put the tiles on the half-repaired house.
The carriage was led in by Gongziyue, and the gate was covered as the sun set the last horizon, thankfully the gate was much thicker and stronger than the door of the house.
The roof sheltered them from the wind, and the night remained in the main house, but they still spent it as if they were in a broken temple.
The bonfire is lit because the sky is clear, and you can see the stars in the sky even when you sit in the house.
"First wipe your fingers with snow, frostbite will affect writing." Zong Que looked at the fingers of the person next to him who took off the cloth towel.
"Good." Gongzi Yue did as he said, warmth across his fingers, but he was still puzzled, "What is the reason?"
"When the body is frozen, the blood vessels constrict..." Zong Que told him the principle.
The words are equally calm in the quiet of the night, with a sense of soothing.
Day by day of cleaning and day by day repairing, Zong Que rode to the city several times, brought back a lot of shortage of roof tiles and wood, and completely repaired the original broken roof.
Weeds were cleaned, portals were repaired, the originally opaque windows were sealed with cotton cloth, the house should be cleaned, hot water was boiled, and the furniture that should be repaired was also placed in, although there were only some simple shelves, but it had become a place to live.
The other debris was slowly being cleaned up, and while Zong Que kept filling the cleaned cellar with food, Gongziyue also split the completely damaged furniture into firewood.
On the fifteenth day of their arrival, heavy snow fell from the sky again.
Although there is a main house and a secondary house, it is not as crowded as the small courtyard in the past, but the two still live in the same place, because the house is empty, and the winter wear and tear such as firewood still have to be saved.
But even if the charcoal basin was placed, Gongziyue had a quilt and a cloak on it, and the cold of the early winter of the Yi Kingdom was far beyond his imagination.
As the night grew darker, Zong Que woke up to the sound of Si Suo's breath, it was already midnight, but the person on the other bed was curled up very tightly, obviously not falling asleep.
Zong Que spoke, "Feel cold? Xi
Suo's voice over there stopped for a moment, and the voice that came over was helpless: "The winter day in Lin Country is not so cold. Fortunately
when he first came, the cold of the weather in the past few days exceeded Gongzi Yue's imagination, no matter how long the quilt was warm, it was a piece of cold, maybe almost covered, the charcoal fire was even closer to him, he didn't know what else to do.
"Do you want to come and sleep?" Zong Que asked.
It was indeed strangely cold here, it was only early winter, and when it was deep winter, what he had prepared now was not enough to survive the winter.
Gongzi Yue's hand tightened the quilt, and for some reason there was some warmth on his cheek: "Is it okay?" I don't sleep well these days.
"Yes." Zong Que replied.
Gongziyue tried to get up, but listened to the other side and said: "You don't have to move, I'll go over." The
snow light through the window shone the silhouette of the man getting up and hugging the quilt, Gongziyue's breathing was slightly sluggish, the other party was close to the bed, and the quilt was covered on the upper layer, thick and panicky.
The horns were pulled apart, and the person who walked out of the room carried a little coldness, but after the cover, the endless warmth seemed to cover this square inch of space for a moment.
On a pillow, his breathing was clearly audible, and when Gongzi Yue's body warmed up little by little, he also heard his extremely clear heartbeat.
Poof, poof, poof...
I can't suppress it at all, it's a very strange and familiar feeling.
"Is it still cold
?" Zong Que asked as he felt the breathing he was trying to suppress.
It was no longer cold, and the person lying on his side was like a continuous furnace, but Gongzi Yue's words were carriedSome ghosts made the gods: "Hmm.
And the next moment, the person who was lying flat on his side turned over, leaned over and hugged his back, and when the tip of his nose touched the other's chest, he suddenly understood his intentions.
The arm tentatively hugged the other party's waist, the face was buried deeper than before, the breath was full of this person's warm and calm breath, and the heart was hot and messy.
Dzongque.
"If you want to survive the winter, you have to build a kang in the house." Zong Que felt the body curled up in his arms and said in a deep voice.
"What's that?" Gongzi Yue's voice was a little muffled, but he didn't dare to raise his head at all.
"A bed that burns at night, otherwise it will be difficult to stay up in winter." Zong Que closed his eyes and said, "Sleep." The
room was quiet, and after a long time came a light response from his arms: "Hmm." After
a deep night's sleep, Zong Que got up in the morning and let go of the red-faced man sleeping in his arms, got up, covered the horn and opened the door.
In this era, if there are tiles, there will be bricks, but bricks for the kang cost a lot, Zong Que slept in that kind of bed, but did not do it, but the principle is there, and changing materials can also be done.
It's just that now the ground is frozen, there is frozen soil everywhere, and it is not an easy task to dredge.
The pot stove had not yet started, and the porridge for breakfast could only be made on the bonfire lit in the courtyard, Zong Que had eaten it himself, scooped the rest into the house, and the people in the bed were still sleeping groggily, without any signs of waking up.
Zong Que walked to the side of the bed and nudged, but saw that the cheeks that easily exposed the quilt were full of redness, his hand covered his forehead, and there was a high heat on it, and the groggy person sleeping on the bed raised his hand to hold his wrist, opened his mouth to breathe a little hard, and spit out the words with a dry hoarseness: "I... What's wrong?
"Fembar." Zong Que withdrew the hand on his forehead to put his pulse on it, looked at the person with his eyes half-closed and asked, "What do you feel?"
"Hot, want to vomit..." Gongzi Yue opened his eyes to look at him, already aware that he was wrong, "Is it the wind chill?"
"Hmm." Zong Que sat on the edge of the bed and helped the person up, handed the porridge over, and said, "Eat something first, I'll go buy you medicine." Gongziyue
leaned into his arms a little weakly, and his slight breath was already burning: "This disease is only afraid that it is difficult to treat." Even
those who have this disease in the palace, and there are also those who have eaten countless medicines and still die, and here there are no medicine stones, which is no different from waiting for death.
"It's just a minor illness, eat something first." Zong Que did not understand his words very well, according to the history he had studied, there was no problem with the medicine of this era to cure a cold.
Gongzi Yue was hot all over, his eyes were even more hot and sour, he looked at the porridge that came to his lips, endured stomach discomfort, and swallowed several mouthfuls.
"Don't worry about lying down yet." Zong Que raised the pillow and let him lean there, put the bowl in his hand and got up, "I'll go buy you medicine."
"Hmm." Gongzi Yue held the bowl lightly, looked at his back as he opened the door and left, and gently closed his eyes, which oozed a little uncontrollable wetness.
After a long journey, he always felt that nothing could destroy him, he escaped from assassination, and he adapted to the pursuit of exile, even if he ate the bark and grass roots when he was hungry to the extreme, but he easily settled down, but this disease came unexpectedly.
This disease is difficult to cure, and it is really fatal, he has just determined his heart, and this high fever will make him die outside his homeland.
The high fever is uncomfortable, and the wetness that slightly oozes from the corners of the eyes is about to be evaporated by the high heat.
The bowl was put aside by trembling hands, and Gongziyue listened to the cold wind whistling outside, and looked at the window, where even if it was clinged, it was constantly blown up by the wind, and then deflated, and the wind whined through the hall, and the whole courtyard was empty and silent, like a lonely grave.
Tears snaked down his cheeks, and Gongziyue covered his face with his sleeves, and when he tasted the sourness of the tears, he knew that it was senseless to hide his face.
The sound of horses' hooves stepped through the snow in the town, and Zong Que stopped when he encountered someone and asked, "Sir, where is the pharmacy?"
The pedestrian stopped in a hurry, a little caught off guard, raised his head and flicked his sleeves: "What pharmacy?" Haven't
heard.
Zong Que frowned and stopped several people, and those pedestrians either said that they had never heard of it, or: "The pharmacy has to go to Qamdo, and if you want to sell medicinal materials, you have to go there."
"What about the doctor?" Zong Que asked.
"Doctor? That's all serving the royal palace, where do we dare to think. The man looked at him a little strangely and hurried away.
It was snowy and snowy, and there were many doors in the town.
Zong Que mounted his horse and went outside the city, and there were doctors in his original memory, but it was true that as the man said, some of the medical skills were those who served the palace, and some famous doctors who walked all sides were difficult to meet, and the people were sick by themselves and ate some medicinal herbs to treat themselves.
No wonder Gongziyue said that wind chill is difficult to cure, in this era, wind chill is probably a serious disease that kills people.
[Host, I have cold medicine here. 1314 said.
[Nope. Zongque beat his horse and sailed towards the mountains and forests.
There are many medicinal herbs in the mountains, he has encountered them almost everywhere before, but he didn't take those medicinal herbs too seriously, and only dug two extremely precious trees, and now although it is early winter, it is not difficult to find medicinal herbs from under the snow.
He just wanted to buy medicine more directly, but now it seems that many things still have to be done by himself.
The horse's hooves trampled on the snow, stopped in front of the mountain forest, and was tethered outside the forest, Zong Que picked up a branch and entered it, the snow layer was removed, and there was still a lot of life under the dead leaves.
Zong Que traveled all the way, and all the medicinal materials he encountered were put into the cloth and wrapped, until he found several ephedra plants, and when he was about to dig them out and wrap them to leave, the sound of wings flapping in the forest came.
When Zong Que left, the medicine bag was bulging, and a pheasant that had come out to feed through an arrow was hung in the horse box.
1314 looked at the dead pheasant and sighed: What a little unlucky bastard.
The medicine boiled and turned into a thick bowl of medicinal juice, and the person lying on the bed when Zong Que carried the bowl into the house was quiet, and when he approached, he probed his pulse, Zong Que lifted the person who was back into a drowsiness, brought the medicine bowl to his lips, pinched his chin and poured some in.
His illness has environmental factors, long-distance travel, even if he can eat and sleep well, the previous events have buried the root cause, but also have internal causes, even if the Lin country is still peaceful, Queen Lin has not suffered, far from the homeland, always fearful, always carrying the mind, suddenly relaxed, coupled with the cold weather, this disease is menacing.
"Ahem..." The drowsy man barely swallowed the medicinal juice, but the tears from the corners of his coughing eyes continued to drip down, staining Zong Que's hands, very hot.
He looked at the tears in his hand, the person in his arms leaned weakly, and his breath was extremely hot.
Counting the age, the world-famous Gongziyue can be over twenty this year, which is the age that has just been crowned.
The age of sitting in a clean and bright classroom in peacetime is in this era of hasty exile, exhausting the mind, and if you are not careful, you may be in a different place.
Zong Que took the spoon and continued to feed the medicine, the person in his arms was not very awake, and he needed to pinch his throat to swallow, and he coughed continuously.
[Host, cold medicine do not want, strong antipyretic medicine or?] 1314 asked.
[He's a heart disease. Zong Que fed all the medicine, put the person on the bed, and pulled the quilt on.
A piece of ice by the river was chiseled, and the person lying on the bed when Zong Que returned had secreted sweat slightly, and the pulse had probed again, and the fever had receded.
The ice cubes were wrapped in cloth and placed on the forehead, which calmed the person who had been breathing slightly shortly.
Zong Que pulled up the quilt and went out to deal with the pheasant, and 1314 once again felt how wasted the system was after the host was too useful: [Host, I'll help you look at the state of Gongziyue. ]
【Well, thanks.】 Zong Que added some water to the pot.
The bottom of the pot is swallowed over the campfire, a little salt is added after the pot is boiled, the heat is reduced again, and it is slowly simmered.
When the smell of chicken soup was overflowing, the fingers on the bed moved slightly, Gongziyue slowly opened his eyes, and when his hand touched the top of his head, he removed a cold cloth.
His breathing was still a little hot, but it didn't make his whole body seem to burn like before.
The door was pushed open, the fragrance wafted in, Gongziyue got up with difficulty, and his nose
was already unconcealably sour when he saw the person walking in with the bowl: "You're back..."
"Hmm." Zong Que casually closed the door, put the bowl next to the bed, and touched his head, "The fever has subsided a little."Child.
"You bought the medicine and came back?" Gongziyue asked as he looked at his close face.
"There are no pharmacies in the city, digging medicinal herbs." Zong Que let go of his forehead, casually took a pillow and said, "Lie down first, put your hands up." Gongzi
Yue lay down in Yiyan, looked at his hand on his wrist, and gently exhaled: "You have worked hard, how is my illness?" The
medicine was dug by him, and the prescription was naturally prescribed by him, and it could reduce the fever as soon as it was pasted, so the medical technique can be called a famous doctor.
"You need to relax." Zong Que withdrew his hand, put the pillow aside, and said, "Your illness is mainly a heart disease. Gongzi
Yue looked at him and said softly, "Yue try to do it."
"If you think too much in your mind, the condition will recur." Zong Que got up and helped him up, leaned firmly on the soft pillow and said, "You miss home?" Gongzi
Yue's gaze fell on his body, his eyes were slightly sour, he was usually not prone to tears, I don't know if he was in an illness, his heart was particularly fragile: "Are you far away from your homeland and don't want to go home?"
"Don't want to." Zong Que took the chicken soup, scooped it up and blew it over with a spoon.
Gongziyue was slightly stunned, opened his mouth and swallowed the salty soup, and the nose was already fragrant: "How can you do not want to?"
"You can think, don't put up with it." Zong Que fed another spoonful and said, "We have different ways of thinking, and it is not uncomfortable to let go of our thinking. Gongzi
Yue swallowed another mouthful, reached out and held his wrist, and pulled a smile on his lips: "Yue has never heard such a statement."
Let him let go and think, how can such thoughts be controlled?
"I've heard it now." Zong Que said.
Gongzi Yue's gaze turned slightly, and his eyes were already moist: "What kind of soup is this?"
"Chicken soup, when digging for medicinal herbs, I happened to run into a pheasant." Zong Que said, "Wind chill consumes vitality, and this tonic is very good. Gongzi
Yue's hand hidden in his sleeve was slightly tight, and when he looked at Zong Que, he hugged into his arms and burst into tears.
Zong Que raised his hand and avoided the bowl, he could already feel the slight trembling in his arms, he changed hands and put it on the side of the bed, gently supporting the other party's shoulder, and the shoulder that was leaned on was already wet.
"I miss my homeland and worry about my mother..." The cry in his
arms choked, and Zong Que replied lightly: "Hmm."
"The officers and soldiers were supposed to be looking for me, but everyone wanted to arrest me... It's not that it's far from my homeland, but that my homeland has no place for me... My worries are useless, and my revenge is useless..."
He said upside down, his fingers tugging extremely tightly on the placket.
Zong Que just responded lightly and did not say anything without permission.
His words can't change anything at present, what Gongziyue needs now is to completely vent the accumulated emotions so that the illness will be better.
"...... One day, I'm going back.
"Hmm." Zong Que looked at him with his eyes downcast and replied.
The chicken soup worked, and half of the crying people were already asleep again when they were pushed away by Zongque's shoulders.
The person was lying on the bed, his ink hair was scattered, but Yaqing's face was covered with tears, and the tail of his eyes was slightly red.
Zong Que probed his pulse, got up and took the bowl out, brought in the cloth again, wiped the wet marks on his face and thought a little, sat at the table and took the bamboo Jane, carved the words and put them next to his pillow, and walked out again.
After lunch, Zongque raised a bonfire on the ground outside, and when he moved it again, the surface was easy to dig up, and the soil below was soft.
If you want to make kang, you can use stones to build up, the outside is smeared with mud and thatch, the stove is set outside, there is no smoke, it is hot all night, and you can cook in the morning without waste.
A lot of soil was dug up, mixed in with the grass that had been cut and dried before, and Zong Que squeezed it into the shape of a brick, intending to lay it into the outermost layer.
A stack of piles was piled up, and when the sunset was fading, Zong Que put the bricks that had been frozen hard into the basket, and when he carried them into the courtyard, he heard the sound of the door ringing, he looked up, although the young man wrapped in the cloak had a slight red eye at the corners of his eyes, but there was a smile at the corner of his lips: "What are you doing?" "
Prepare the kang." Zong Que got up and said, "Isn't it cold?"
"I wrapped it in two layers, even yours." Gongziyue watched him get up and pat the dust off his hands, and the already heavy feeling in his chest almost overflowed.
The heavens will descend on the people of Sri Lanka, and they will first work hard for their minds, work their bones, starve their bodies, empty their bodies, and mess up their deeds, so they will be patient and have benefited what they cannot.
It is easy to be a king, but it is difficult to be a true benevolent king, and with this experience, Seon loses his horse, and he knows that it is not a blessing.
This is his advice, and one word is enough to make people enlightened.
"Go first, I want to take a walk until noon tomorrow." Zong Que got up and washed his hands, carried the small pot in, poured water on the charcoal basin, and put the selected medicinal herbs aside, "I have to drink a dose at night, I'll tell you the steps, three bowls of water can be fried into one bowl and you can drink."
"How many more days will this medicine be drunk?" Gongziyue followed his steps and sat down next to the charcoal fire and asked.
"Three days." Zong Que said.
"Good." Gongziyue looked at the jumping flames.
Zong Que glanced up at him, put the morning porridge on the charcoal basin as well, got up and continued to move the mud bricks into the courtyard, and when he washed his hands and came in, the strong smell of medicine filled the room.
Zong Que sat in front of the brazier and drank the porridge, and Gongzi Yue opened the lid and picked up the medicinal herbs: "Can I take a bath after drinking the medicine?"
"Put two more braziers and scrub them with hot water." Zong Que said, "I want to bathe and wait until I get better." "Good
." Gongzi Yue replied.
The color of the decoction concentrated medicine was very dark, with a warm mouth, and the bitter Gongziyue's brows were extremely tight, but even so, the bowl of medicine was drunk by him, and not a single drop remained.
Scrubbing and gargling at night, the quilt was still filled with a faint smell of herbs, Gongziyue lay on the bed, looked at the person approaching with the palm lamp and asked: "Won't my disease be transmitted to you?" Wind
chills like his seem to be sometimes contagious and sometimes not.
"It's okay." Zong Que put down the candlestick and lay down in the quilt.
It doesn't matter that it will be contagious, although Gongzi Yue was happy with his approach, he turned over and leaned against the corner, but before he passed, he heard the person behind him say: "It will be cold against the wall." As
soon as Gongzi Yue's movements stopped, he was hugged from behind by the approaching people, his heartbeats touched, and the warmth melted.
[Host, you hold him.] 1314 cheered up.
[Tonight is colder than last night.] Zong Que closed his eyes and said.
The houses of this era were already leaking everywhere, and the effect of putting charcoal pots was not great, and it was easy to be poisoned if they were put more, and he could not carry it without relying on the human body to warm each other.
1314: [...]
One night the cold wind blew, the ground froze stronger and stronger, Zong Que also accelerated the speed of the kang, the edges were built, the stones were piled up, and the mud was smeared, and when Gongzi Yue drank the medicine of the third day, Zong Que built up the stove outside the house with the kang, the fire was sent into it to bake, smoke floated out from the outside, and the originally wet stove and kang slowly dried and hardened, exuding the fragrance of thatch and earth.
It was night, a straw mat was laid on the kang, and a thick mattress was laid on it, and the two quilts were one inside and one outside, and Gongziyue touched into it, and the warmth spread, and even the inside of the house was a little warmer than the charcoal pot before.
"Rest early." Zong Que brought in a basin of water and placed it on the ground, took a position outside the bed, and closed his eyes.
The kang made was very wide, and Gongziyue lay in a warmth and pulled up the quilt, his body was very warm, but the person next to him who was originally hugging each other did not lean over.
Late at night was silent, his eyes slowly saw the inside of the house in the snowlight, Gongziyue gently turned over, staring at the man's straight silhouette for a long time.
He now has a bad fate, and it is a lot of Zong Que's efforts to be able to live in such peace, and the affairs of Lin Kingdom are not peaceful, so it is not appropriate to expose his mind and involve him in the situation.
Just being able to stay by this person and watch him is much more important than those occasional hugs.
The heavy snow in the winter of Yiguo fell one after another, and even if it was cleaned up one day, it could still bury the ankles under the second sunset.
After a few days of rare snow melting, Gongziyue swept the road under the corridor, looked at Zong Que's figure leading the horse and said, "Want to enter the
mountain today?"
"Hmm,Our food can't survive the winter. Zong Que hung a bow and arrow on his saddle, "Food is scarce, and wolves in the mountains may come out to forage for food and close the portal."
"Well, be careful on your way, if it snows, you can hope to return quickly." Gongziyue watched him lead the horse out the door and instructed.
"Hmm." Zong Que answered, got on horseback and went to the mountains and forests.
Gongzi Yue watched his back go away and closed the door.
In the deep winter snow, there are hibernating ones, there will be those who go out in search of food, Zong Que beat three or five rabbits, and when one or two roe deer were roe deer, he encountered wolves in the jungle.
Wolves that travel during the day, once hungry, may go to villages and towns to injure people.
Zong Que's arrow hit the point, but the wolf was hung on the back of the horse, and the basket was also slowed down, and when the herbs were ready to return with a full load, he heard a whooping sound from behind the tree.
With the wave of his horsewhip, the man who was originally awful shouted: "Hey, there is a big living man here, do you have a conscience!"
Zong Que looked over and tightened the reins of his horse when he saw the trap on his leg.