The dewy weather vane is red and old, and the rain produces scales and armor, and dragons smell like fish.
Qianzhou, Fulong Mountain.
"Hey, the guest officer went to the mountain to fetch water again!" The shopkeeper pushed the crackling abacus, poked his head out from behind the counter, his fat and white face was full of smiles: "For this kind of thing, let Xiaoer go. Why did the guest officer do it himself?"
A muscular and handsome young man dressed in dark colors walked into the inn, holding a wooden bucket half a person's height in one hand, the clear spring water in the full bucket swayed slightly with his steps, but not a single drop splashed out. There was a slight smile in the deep-lined eyes: "Thank you, I won't trouble you."
The shopkeeper asked Xiao Er to go up to help, but the man waved his hand to signal no, just like these days, he went up the stairs steadily without looking back.
"Look, if anyone's family recruits such a son-in-law, they will be able to take the lead during the busy farming season!" Xiaoer shook his head and sighed with a towel, but was glared by the shopkeeper: "Is there anyone who praises you so much? Hurry up!" Go to work!"
Xiao Er ran away in a hurry.
The shopkeeper shook his head and returned to the abacus.
This guest arrived in the middle of the night ten days ago, with a sword hanging from his waist, and a veiled woman in his arms who he said was his wife. I don't know how long the starry night ran. The shopkeeper didn't dare to ask more questions, so he went to open a room in person, and when he turned around, the man gave him a palm-sized piece of green and clear emerald, saying that he would use it to cover the room fee for this period of time.
The shopkeeper took the jadeite to the pawn shop, and found that the color and size were excellent, and ordinary rich families in the local area would never be able to produce such a good product—and this kind of jade decoration was casually hung on the woman. The jade ring used to buckle the belt is no less fine than it.
Who is this guest officer
The shopkeeper knew the north and the south, and he could guess the customer's hometown just by his accent. However, this man was full of Beijing mandarin and had a strong northern accent, so it was really hard to tell. The shopkeeper was vaguely worried that the rich lady would be kidnapped by a strongman, but for the next ten days, the man did almost nothing, except to buy fat chicken, live fish and medicinal materials for the kitchen to make soup, and he carried the wooden bucket to the mountain every day. He fetched water, saying that his daughter-in-law loves cleanliness by nature, and pointed out that running water must be used for bathing.
The woman never took a step out of the room, but her level of mastery was absolutely unparalleled. In just a few days, she saw that the man was much haggard, but his energy was getting better and better, as if he had a kind of sweetness.
The shopkeeper is very puzzled.
He has seen someone who loves his wife dearly, but he has never seen someone who takes care of his daughter-in-law in all directions and without a bottom line. If a robber kidnaps a rich lady, it would be unreasonable to do so.
With a bang, Shan Chao poured the spring water into the bathtub half the height of a person.
Xie Yun's whole body was soaked in water, his skin was pale and translucent, and he was in a trance mixed with the clear spring water. Only the dragon seal tattoo appeared and disappeared, giving off a dark luster, as if slowly hovering in the void.
Shan Chao sat by the bucket, couldn't help it for a while, stretched out his hand to lift his wet eyelashes, imagining that he suddenly opened his eyes to look at him, but nothing happened.
Xie Yun woke up more than ten days ago. It was on the way they rushed from Luoyang to Qianzhou without sleep. Pushing the uterus and bleeding.
The toxin was firmly suppressed above the shoulders by his constant infusion of internal force. Although it never spread to the chest, this position is very close to the heart. If it affects the old injury, the situation will turn sharply downwards, so every moment is very precious and precious. Danger.
Just when Shan Chao's luck was finished, Xie Yun in his arms suddenly moved. Before he realized that it was not an illusion, he only heard a weak and hoarse voice asking: "... where is this?"
Shan Chao couldn't believe it, panted for a moment, and said softly, "Qianzhou, on the way to Fulong Mountain."
Xie Yun's eyelashes trembled as if they were about to close at any time, his mind was distracted, and he wondered if he could understand. Shan Chao lifted his clothes and hugged him tighter, murmured: "You will be fine, Mr. Ming said, the clear spring under the dragon-binding grass will definitely cure all poisons..."
His babbling stopped suddenly, and he felt three cold fingertips slipping across his cheeks.
"...you are tired," Xie Yun said in a daze, closing his eyes wearily.
The anxiety of running around for days, the despair of the long journey, all disappeared in those three simple words.
From that time on, Xie Yun never woke up until he arrived at the destination.
Shan Chao originally wanted to take him up the mountain overnight, but Fulong Mountain is too big, and the road is so rugged that you can't see your fingers. It is simply unrealistic to take a seriously injured patient who is dying. Shan Chao had no choice but to place him in the Caiyuan Inn at the foot of the mountain. During the day, he searched the mountain under the guidance of the locals, and found the legendary dragon-binding grass that was transformed into a green dragon.
However, Ming Chongyan, a professional swindler, only said that there was spring water under the dragon-binding grass, but did not say that it was groundwater; A clear spring mixed with sand came out.
At that moment, Shan Chao knelt on the ground, holding the soil with his blood-stained hands, and let out a long mouthful of sour hot air.
Xie Yun's situation is slowly improving, and Shan Chao can clearly feel this. The toxin that had spread all over his arm was excreted from the wound and dissolved in the water, his skin turned from gray to normal little by little, and even his sleeping face showed an indistinct color of blood.
However, Xie Yun still didn't wake up.
Shan Chao fed him with chicken soup and fish soup stewed with ginseng and meat cheese, took care of him every day, and sometimes kissed his eyelids carefully. Xie Yun's sanity has never been sober, and sometimes Shan Chao would look at him and wonder, will this person never wake up again
The toxin is so close to the neck, is it possible that it has already damaged the brain along the bloodstream
In case Xie Yun wakes up and becomes stupid, for himself, maybe it's better to die in Shangyang Palace. But for Shan Chao, the body in front of him is still warm and his heartbeat is still strong, but it is the last and most important concern in the world that cannot be let go no matter what.
"Today is so good, I finished drinking." Shan Chao lowered his head and kissed the corner of Xie Yun's lips, put the spoon back into the empty bowl, and prepared to change the water in the wooden barrel.
After the spring water has neutralized the toxicity, it can’t be soaked for too long. In the first three days, it needs to be changed every half an hour. Now it’s enough to change a bucket every half a day. Shan Chao rolled up his sleeves, and was leaning over to wrap his arms around Xie Yun's waist to carry him out, when he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye, tilted his head, and met Xie Yun's half-drowned gaze.
The room was silent, and Shan Chao couldn't move for a long time, before he said in a very soft voice: "...Xie Yun?"
He didn't even dare to breathe, as if he was afraid that if the air flow was a little heavier, he would wake up this unbelievable dream.
"..."
I don't know how long it has passed, but the corners of Xie Yun's lips moved feebly, and a fleeting arc appeared: "The soup is too salty...the villain."
Shan Chao almost carried him out of the water, wrapped him hastily in a cloth towel, pressed his trembling hands on the heart vein to instill inner breath, repeatedly rubbed his chest until his skin became red and hot, then wrapped Xie Yun in a quilt and hugged him On his lap, he buried his face in the steamy hair and took a deep breath.
For the first time in more than ten days, he felt his heart fall from his throat back into his chest, and it began to beat steadily and continuously again.
Shan Chao hugged his master and slept intermittently all night, waking up almost every half hour to check Xie Yun's breathing. In this way, I fell asleep until the early morning, and when I woke up again, the sky was not yet bright, and the gray morning light of early summer reflected from the window into the simple room of the inn, and the walls and ground were shrouded in hazy skylight.
Shan Chao's first reaction was that his arms were empty, and his face immediately sank like water, and he pulled the mosquito net beside the bed, only to see Xie Yun sitting in front of the dressing table exercising, with a half-worn robe on his shoulders, slowly spitting out Take a breath and open your eyes.
"Are you awake?" Xie Yun said casually, his tone no longer harsh and hoarse as yesterday: "Sleep a little longer, it's still early."
In the dimly lit guest room, the blue light in his pupils disappeared in an instant, and his eyes were as clear and clear as autumn waters, no different from the youthful and handsome boy in Shan Chao's memory.
Shan Chao hummed, but sat up with the opportunity, his eyes locked on him tightly.
"Who told you to bring me here?"
"...Ming Chongyan."
"The queen has turned her back?"
"Inverted."
"Will she let me go?"
This obviously meant disbelief, Shan Chao said slowly: "But... I want to take you away."
Xie Yun pondered for a long time, not knowing what he was planning, and suddenly glanced at Shan Chao for a long time, looked at him inch by inch from his haggard but undiminished masculine face, and said with a smile: "It's so easy to earn a great general, and now it's another There is nothing left. You poor man, just go back to Mobei and herd horses."
Shan Chao put on his shoes and got off the couch, stood in front of Xie Yun and took his hand. His naked upper body was muscular and sharp in the morning light, his skin was slightly dark, and he had a young and hot masculinity: "Then, are you willing to talk to this horseman?" Go back to the desert together, ignore worldly affairs from now on, isolate yourself from the world, and live this life forever?"
The two sat and stood, looking at each other. After a long time, Xie Yun finally understood something. He gently pulled out a hand, stretched it out to the back of Shan Chao's head and rubbed it, and then showed a complicated and helpless smile.
"But you're not a horseman," he said, "and you already know that."
The last soul-fixing needle had been pulled out by Ming Chongyan, and the memory that had been forcibly suppressed in the abyss of his mind for ten years roared out, turning into thousands of white butterflies, flying away from the moment they looked at each other.
Countless times of snuggling by the bonfire in cold winter, countless nights of companionship under the oil lamp, the most fulfilling reunion and the most tragic parting in life have been consumed by each other, and now it has been going around for nearly twenty years.
"yes, I got it."
Shan Chao's Adam's apple slid, and then said in a shy voice: "Just one thing... who is my biological father, the late emperor or the holy one?"
Xie Yun smiled and asked, "What do you think?"
The answer was ready to come out, but no one pointed it out.
Shan Chao maintained a straight standing posture, clasped Xie Yun's hand with five fingers, and the calluses left by holding the sword all the year round rubbed between his fingers, and the pulses of both of them were faintly pressed together through the palms; Finally said: "But I still don't understand."
"When I was born, Tianhou was just a talented person, and she must not have the power to order the deputy commander of the Beiya, so it should be the first emperor who ordered me to be abandoned thousands of miles away in Mobei."
"But it is very simple to put a baby in swaddling clothes to death. If the first emperor wanted to kill me, why did he spend so much time arranging this?"