I'll punish myself for my recklessness first, and then I'll set up this flag of reunion in a few chapters, please hurry up and wake me up.
"Son!"
The guard who answered, never expected that Wen Heng would be so stimulated, and was shocked by the blood in his palm, and called for a doctor in a series of voices. One of the guards was a little smarter, for fear that he was trying to get into trouble, so he said to Wen Heng: "Young master, don't worry! Although the Songbai Hall is on fire, according to your previous speculation, Aque has not been taken away. Is it? He can't stay in that medicine hall!"
Wen Hengju coughed a few times, spit out a mouthful of blood, but his chest didn't hurt so much, but his face was as white as paper, his breath was insufficient, and he had no energy to respond after hearing his words. He leaned back on the pillow and slowly shook his head.
If A Que was taken away directly outside the city that day, then the city of Ru Ning would definitely be calm. But Songbaitang burst into flames for no reason, which just showed that things were not what he thought. After they left, A Que might not be bound, and might even run away again, resulting in an even greater disaster.
He couldn't think of any level of behavior to provoke the person behind the scene to kill him and burn half the street. No matter how smart and brave A Que is, he is only a half-year-old child. A little bit of wind and waves is enough to tear him to pieces. What can he do when he falls into the hands of such a lunatic
Wen Heng suddenly remembered that when he was in Beijing, he had accidentally heard the housekeeper of the palace say that the sparrow has a strong character. If it is caught forcibly and locked in a cage, it will not eat or drink until it dies. It is a bird that cannot be raised.
Who would have thought that the name he casually picked up that day would become the prophecy of A Que's life.
Wanlaimen are all Jianghu people who practice martial arts. It is very common to vomit blood, so there is no panic. The doctor came to Wen Heng to see a doctor, and after taking his pulse, he said in a hurry: "The wind and cold enter the body. , Worrying too much, the blood does not return to the meridians - fortunately, it is not a serious illness, just rest in bed, take medicine to recuperate, and don't think too much."
Fan Yang said gratefully, "Thank you, doctor."
The doctor punched the bed and said, "Young people, look forward to everything, and be more open-minded so that you will be less sick. You are so young, don't tell me you have sixty or seventy years to live, what can't you think about?"
Wen Heng indifferently closed his eyes and fell asleep, too lazy to take care of others. Fan Yang sent the doctor away in a good voice, and came back to look at Wen Heng.
"Young Master, A Que's business..."
"It's all over, I know." Wen Heng said softly, "No need to mention it again."
He leaned against the head of the bed sullenly, with only black hair and a little color in his eyebrows and eyes. His profile was like a jade carving, pale and lifeless. At a certain moment, Fan Yang felt that he should cry, but his eyes did not turn red, as if he had locked his emotions and soul in a hard and cold body, isolating all emotions from then on.
Seeing that he was silent for a long time, Fan Yang expected that his heart was blocked and he didn't want to see himself stuck here, so he pleaded guilty and quietly exited, leaving the room to Wen Heng to be alone.
When he was able to get out, he walked down the corridor, only to hear footsteps approaching outside the courtyard, and the words crossed the wall, and the words fell clearly in his ears: "I heard that the prince who escaped from the capital lives here?"
"Hey, what a prince, his family is ruined, and now he is wanted by the world, and he has nowhere to go before he came to join the sect master."
"Having a fugitive? It's a big crime."
"Who said it wasn't." Someone sneered, "Elder Liu has been in a state of turmoil these days, isn't it the one in the courtyard who is worried about him? He leaves his nephew behind for fear of being stabbed in the spine; if he keeps it, it will be a big trouble. "
Someone echoed: "No, I heard that the young master is simply a sick child who has never practiced martial arts. He is able to escape here thanks to the protection of the guards. If he enters the Wanlai Gate, is he here to study art or become a young master? The master of the house. How can Elder Liu and Liu tolerate him?"
"So you see, Elder Liu arranged him in the guest courtyard, and he refused to let him see the sect master, nor did he introduce the disciples in the sect for him, just to let them see the eyebrows and eyes earlier, so don't cause trouble here. "
The crowd laughed hilariously.
Some people continued to ridicule in the roar of laughter: "Today they passed on the doctor, and I heard that the young master has become seriously ill and vomited blood. Who knows whether it is true or pretending, I can't guarantee that I don't want to use the sick Yuko to stay here for two more days."
Fan Yang listened to these mocking and sarcastic words, and he was so angry that he almost rolled up his sleeves and rushed out to fight them. But for some reason, maybe it was these days of running away that really took away his vigor and anger, and he suddenly felt a little empty in his heart, thinking: "They were right, we really have nowhere to go, so we only want to stay. In Wanlaimen. If Wanlaimen refuses to take it in, what other way out are there for us people?"
He suddenly remembered what Wen Heng had told him yesterday. With Wen Heng's keenness, it was impossible not to notice his uncle's rejection of him. No wonder he would urge himself to find a way back early, but listening to what he said, he planned to part ways and no longer walk with the guards.
But his parents, Gaotang, were both deceased, and his uncles and uncles regarded him like a terrifying beast. Wen Heng's kinship was so weak all his life. Where could he go? Is it really possible to learn from those ancient kings and grandsons in distress, who shaved their hair and became monks
Almost a month has passed since the accident in the capital. The things he has experienced are more complicated and incomprehensible than in the previous 30 years of life. Every day when he wakes up, he is covered with dark clouds. It was like a previous life. Before he could digest the huge gap, he was forced to adapt to it.
And Wen Heng will only be worse than him.
Fan Yang didn't know who they were holding and who wouldn't sink, but Wen Heng knew that if they didn't let go, they would only sink to the bottom.
Wen Heng's disease was not a joke or bluff, but it took him nearly ten days to gradually improve. During his recuperation, Liu Suifeng only came to visit once, said some irrelevant nonsense, and left after sitting for less than a stick of incense; it was his wife, Mrs. Cao, who was Wen Heng's second aunt. He delivered medicine and cared for him several times, and advised him to mourn and take care of his health.
On the first day of the twelfth lunar month, Liu Zhufeng, the head of Wanlaimen, finally returned to Mengfeng City with his wife Qin.
The situation in the door Liu Suiyun had already passed down a book stating that the first thing they did after they entered the house was to visit Wen Heng in the guest house. At this time, Wen Heng was in good health and could get out of bed to walk around, sitting in the room reading a roll of swordsmanship. Hearing the news, he raised his eyes and saw a middle-aged couple approaching together. He immediately put down his sword and stood up to greet him: "Nephew Wen Heng, see your uncle and aunt."
Liu Zhufeng was not confused after a new year. He was born with a dignified appearance, and he was the head of a family. He was condensed and calm. His wife, Qin, was graceful and dignified, and she was quite loving. At that time, although I couldn't help feeling it, it was not as exaggerated as when I saw Liu Suiyun.
They came at just the right time, and they talked for a while. When the conversations and polite functions of the two sides were almost bottomed out, it was getting late outside, and it was time for dinner. Liu Zhufeng invited everyone to move to the main courtyard, and then called Liu Suiyun and his wife, and ordered someone to prepare a family banquet.
Considering that Wen Heng had just recovered from a serious illness and was still in the period of filial piety, the table surface was quite plain, and there was not a single bit of meat, and the people who ate had no intention to taste it carefully. Everyone present was like a mirror in their hearts, waiting to see the next good show - Wen Heng lingered at Wanlaimen for a long time, whether he left or stayed, it depends on whether the meal is a welcome or a farewell.
Halfway through the banquet, Liu Zhufeng finally took the lead in putting down his chopsticks, as if he had no intention of mentioning it, and asked kindly, "What is Heng'er's plan in the future?"
Wen Heng smiled bitterly: "Not long after my parents passed away, and such a big incident happened at home, the child is frightened and doesn't know what to do. Right now, I just want to quietly observe my filial piety first, and then talk about other things."
As soon as these words came out, Liu Suiyun's eyes darkened, his heart became cold, and he thought to himself, "This kid is determined, he has to stay here and not leave."
He immediately raised his eyes to look at his eldest brother, but saw Liu Zhufeng nodded calmly and said earnestly: "It's a good thing that you have this kind of filial piety, but keeping filial piety will not delay you from other things. Your mother said that you were born weak, It is not suitable for practicing martial arts, and now it is impossible for you to take the imperial examination and official career, not to mention that you are still on the court's wanted documents. Now that the matter has come, instead of spending the day in panic, I think it is better to leave the Central Plains and go to the Western Regions or overseas Fujing Island. Chuang Yi Chuang, I still have some friends who can match you."
His words were soft and firm, and they sounded polite. In fact, the meaning was self-evident, and he was about to put the words "don't stay at Wanlaimen and cause us trouble" directly on Wen Heng's face.
Wen Heng's heart was bright, but he wanted to pretend that he didn't understand the meaning of the words, and thought about it for a while, and said, "Uncle is for my own good, but it's hard to leave my homeland, I can just leave and follow my guards. But it was a little difficult.”
Hearing that his tone was a little loose, Liu Suiyun hurriedly said, "Is Heng'er worried that your guards won't be willing to travel with you?"
"That's not true." Wen Heng said, "They escorted me all the way from the capital to Mengfeng City. Although it was for the sake of my father and the king, they were also benevolent and righteous enough. I have no other requirements, I just ask my uncle to put me in place for me. These guards allow them to have a livelihood to survive, so that I will be wandering overseas all my life, and I will not worry about it anymore."
Liu Zhufeng understood.
Wen Heng is asking him to spend money to send the God of Plague. As long as he is willing to break the bank and give Fan Yang and the others food and clothing, so that they can settle down, Wen Heng, the disaster star, will obediently leave and stop harassing their family.
This amount of money is nothing to their family. The most important thing is that the guards of the palace are far from the shocking charges of Wen Heng, but it is just the mud brought out by the radish that was pulled out. Even if they are unfortunately caught by the government in the future, Wanlaimen can also He easily pushed everything on Wen Heng's head and picked himself clean.
After all, Liu Zhufeng and Liu Suiyun were prominent figures in the martial arts. Wan Wan couldn't do such a thing as sweeping their nephew out of the house, but they couldn't do it if they were willing to take the risk to take in Wen Heng. To the extent that the decrees of the imperial court are regarded as nothing. They could only hint Wen Heng in various ways euphemistically and politely, hoping that he would be interested; Wen Heng did not live up to their expectations, and the conditions they offered did not hurt the dignity of Wanlaimen, but also earned a little benefit for themselves. .
Everyone rejoiced, it couldn't be better, Liu Zhufeng nodded and said with relief: "Heng'er has a benevolent heart, and I, as an uncle, naturally give my full support."
The corners of Wen Heng's lips twitched, and following the hypocritical atmosphere, he nodded and said, "Thank you uncle for making it happen."
Before he finished speaking, there was a crisp sound on the first seat, Liu Zhufeng's wife, Qin Shi, was finally disgusted by them and couldn't stand it anymore, she threw her chopsticks and sneered: "Silly boy, how did he fulfill you, he clearly changed It's harassing you in a way!"