As soon as the weather got colder, Ji Hong couldn't stand it anymore. He was cold because he was frozen when he was a child. When he was warm, he was fed with Yu Jinnian's medicinal diet. It didn't really matter. He fought with the rebellious army for the past few months. , living in a large tent, eating cold water, worrying day and night, and being restricted in freedom, it is difficult to go out for a walk or bask in the sun. I have been nesting on a small couch like a mole all autumn, and my physique is faintly regressing.
But the battle line is tight, and there is no time to relax. It is not easy to have a mouthful of hot food, and there is really no time to stew a healthy meal.
Marching and fighting is naturally inferior to living in the Duke's Mansion, even the small shabby house in Xin'an County. No matter how tightly the tents are stuffed, there is still air leakage from all sides. Min Ji is fine, he is good at literature and martial arts, and he will practice with the soldiers every morning, and his body is getting stronger and stronger. After all, Ji Hong is still charged with crimes, so it is not convenient to show his face, so he can only do it in the tent. Some brain work.
I don't know which night I ate some autumn wind and dew, and I got a cold.
It's not serious, but he is very tolerant of physical discomfort, so he suppresses it himself and does not report it. And because Yu Jinnian was busy with the wounded barracks all day long, and sometimes the battle was fierce, he slept in the wounded barracks for many days and couldn't come back, so he inevitably ignored Ji Hong, so he didn't realize that he was sick until Ji Hong started coughing. .
"I used to say every day that minor illnesses can't be prevented, but serious illnesses are hard to cure! Since you have blown cold wind, you should tell me earlier that a small illness that can be cured by sweating with a bowl of onion and ginger soup is actually called You have a persistent cough! You know that of all diseases in the body, the disease in the lungs is the most annoying and stubborn! You—"
Yu Jinnian put a basket of charcoal into the smoker cage, ignited the fire, carried it outside the tent to dissipate the gray air in front of his head, brought it in again, closed the smoker cage and stuffed it under Ji Hong's quilt. In the middle of the conversation, he didn't hear him squeak and gave an echo, so he couldn't help but look up, and saw that the man looked down at him with a half-smile, and he didn't listen to what he said just now, and he was immediately angry. One: "Take a good rest, do you hear me?"
Ji Hong shook it cooperatively, and coughed a few times with a smile.
Outside the curtain, the north wind blew, rustling the curtains.
Yu Jinnian sighed, knowing that even if he said it a hundred times, he would not be able to hear a single sentence right now. Hanging on the opposite side is the map of Jiangnan Kanyu, a huge one, as tall as Yu Jinnian, with half of the mountains and rivers of Daxia painted in it, and beside it hangs Ji Yan's disaster-free sword. Sitting on a small couch, Ji Hong can Don't move for two hours. Yu Jinnian didn't know what he could see from this map, just like he didn't know how long this battle would last, or how many people would die outside.
He didn't know if Ji Yan was still alive, would he be able to keep Daxia's rivers and mountains safe and sound.
However, there are talented people from generation to generation. Without Ji Yan and Yan Chang, there are Ji Hong and Min Ji, there is Wei He who is brave and fearless on the battlefield, there is You Qingbai who rejuvenates in the medical hall, and there are even more people in the imperial court. There are countless young court officials who are eloquent and eloquent.
There are always people in Daxia.
Yu Jinnian supported Ji Hong's feet, stuffed them together under the quilt, tucked them in, and said earnestly: "You have to be good. Only when you are good can you see those who hurt you get retribution."
Ji Hong also just smiled, like a peach blossom blooming on Yu Jinnian's cheeks, and said gently: "Go and sleep with Su Ting tonight, don't get sick with me."
Without further ado, Yu Jinnian got under his quilt: "I won't sleep here, God knows if you will sleep obediently, or stare at this picture all night?"
As soon as the lights dimmed, the huge map of the south of the Yangtze River looked like a big black mouth, and it stood quietly in front of the bed. Yu Jinnian was lying face-out, with a cool palm gently resting on his wrist under the quilt. . Ji Hong's hands are beautiful, his bones and flesh are well balanced, he can write poems, melodies, and affairs of the world.
Looking at the big map, Yu Jinnian wondered more than once a night, if Ji Yan was still alive, if Ji Hong's life wasn't so difficult, would he be able to live with Min Ji, Wei He, and all the officials' children in Beijing? Like them, they grew up recklessly, then rode on horses and bent their bows, wore helmets and armor, and slammed Fang Qiu.
But it was too late, it was too late for him to meet Ji Hong.
Does Ji Hong also have unspeakable regrets in his heart
At night, Yu Jinnian turned around in a daze, and slipped into Ji Hong's arms, greedy for the lukewarm air in his heart. Ji Hong held him with one hand and covered his mouth and nose with the other, fearing that his own cough would wake him up. Standing outside the door was the little eunuch who was guarding them, Wu Ji, with his head down and his waist slightly bowed, just like Lian Zhi's cautiousness, Su Ye listened with his ears open.
From time to time, a low-pitched cough came from the tent, which woke Yu Jinnian up. The two got up, talked in a low voice, the light was turned on and off, and they didn't know what they said. It took half an hour before they fell asleep again. .
Wu Jicai drooped his shoulders and wanted to take a nap, but someone raised the curtain, and a person came out, which startled him. Wearing a velvet cloak, Ji Hong made a silent gesture, raised his finger to the small tent next to him, and signaled him to go over. A small map of the surrounding area of Zhongling City lay flat on his knees. Ji Hong sat in the small tent and watched carefully with his eyebrows fixed. Wu Ji helped him turn on the lamp without saying a word, while listening to him coughing in twos and outs from time to time. Coughed all night.
The regular coughing sound was also extremely hypnotic. Wu Ji woke up from a nap, Ji Hongzheng collected the pictures, and baked the clothes on the brazier until it was warmed up. Then he drank two sips of hot tea to suppress the cough, and he felt fresh and warm. Back in the big tent, he pretended to sleep peacefully and lay beside Yu Jinnian. One just fell asleep, and the other got up, quietly pulled out the smoker, replaced it with two new pieces of charcoal, raised his hand to test Ji Hong's body temperature, and secretly kissed him on the forehead.
Tell Wu Ji to keep his voice down when he leaves, and don't wake him up if there is no big event like the sky falling.
Wu Ji guarded the tent for the two of them for a few months, seeing all things in his eyes, the two of them are too happy, their lives are smooth, they can act like a baby, they can also quarrel, they quarrel at the end of the bed, and whoever takes it There is no way, just looking at each other and can't help but smile at each other. It is rare for ordinary couples to be so kind and considerate.
Seeing him a lot, Wu Ji couldn't help liking the unique warmth in this tent, which was more comfortable than being cold and unpopular in the deep palace, and more comfortable than fighting with the group of eunuchs from Feng Jian's family beside Lian Zhi. The eldest son of the Ji family coughed all night yesterday, and his face was a little pale when he returned the bill in the morning. I wonder if he is seriously ill again? —He was silently worried about it.
Yu Jinnian still had to go to the wounded barracks.
There has been no fighting in the past few days, so we must hurry up to allow the soldiers to recuperate.
The western front had almost collapsed, no matter how difficult it was, Yan Chang went straight to the east and captured Zhongling City.
Zhongling Zhengyin's surname was Song, and he was a Jinshi in the second list of Enke in the first year of Jingyou. He was quite talented, but he had no integrity, but he had no soldiers. The rebel army came to the city in the second watch, in the middle of the night, the cold wind was blowing, and the Song Fujun's shoes in Zhongling were too late to put on. Thousands of people were urgently recruited to rescue the city, but most of them were civilians, and their weapons were all picks and shovels. Li, with the blood of his head against the 100,000 soldiers and horses outside the city, even if he thought about it with his toes, he knew that he had no chance of winning.
Yan Chang's Yuedi army surrounded Zhongling City like an iron barrel, unable to send a word out. Min Xuefei's army was still entangled on the western front. Mausoleum is in trouble, but dare not come. Thousands of people smashed eggs against rocks, guarding the city alone, pouring hot oil, pouring boiling water, and throwing torches from the city wall. Charcoal. After guarding the city for seven days, Yifu Zhengyin had already written his last words, changed his official robes, and had no intention of going back after leaving the gate of the mansion.
But at the end of Zhongling, the city was broken, and thousands of people were all martyred in the city. The corpses were piled up under the Chongtian Gate, layer by layer. . The people in the city fled in all directions, and some even trampled each other to death.
Zhongling used to be the accompanying capital of the previous dynasty, and there was a palace in the city, and Da Xia Zi lived there for a while when he went south. The city wall of Zhongling was built according to Xia Jing. It is two feet three feet thick. The thickest is the wall under the Zhengyuan Gate, which is nearly four feet long.
Min Ji knew that Yan Chang would go to fight Zhongling, but he didn't expect it to be so fast, but even if he thought about it, it was useless, they couldn't catch up. When Zhongling's battle report was delivered to Min Ji, Yan Chang had already taken over Zhongling's palace, and those garrison soldiers who were greedy for life and fear of death just watched a civil servant like Song Cheng defend the city gate, but did not go to rescue him! Now he can write a thousand-character essay and cry for reinforcements! Min Ji wronged Song Cheng for being unworthy, so angry that he got angry, sparks came out of his throat when he opened his mouth, and the root of his tongue was so dry that there was a bitter smell.
So Ji Hong held the map of Zhongling City and looked at it for several nights—they had to go and take Zhongling back, and it couldn't fall into Yan Chang's hands.
Yu Jinnian was carrying the medicine box, and was dragged by Lian Zhi to feel Min Xuefei's pulse. When he entered, he was holding a piece of Coptis chinensis in his mouth to reduce the fire, and he was so painful from the inside out that he didn't know it. When he touched it with his fingers, the Cunguan pulse in his left hand jumped like a piano string, the corners of his eyes were red, his throat was so sore that he couldn't swallow anything, and he was so angry that he wanted to scold everyone he saw. Lieutenant General Wei He asked him to scold him twice, and was so angry that he raised his gun and went away, suppressed a gang of bandits, and returned dozens of catties of dried meat dried in the bandit village, squatting in the tent and chewing like he was angry.
That's great, the military adviser and general, all of them are in a mess.
He prescribed the medicine, and asked someone to go to a nearby village to make a piece of fresh small tofu, and made a pot of double-flower tofu soup with honeysuckle and small wild chrysanthemum to detoxify General Min and clear away heat. He brought another jug of sake, found an earthen jar, picked up three kinds of medicine, and went back to look for Ji Hong.
Seeing him coming back, Wu Ji breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly opened the curtain for him, and said in a low voice: "It's cold again today, and I added a new pot of charcoal fire to the tent. The son has watched it for another day today." Figure, the cough got better at noon, but he didn't eat anything. General Wei said he got a few pieces of bacon. Hearing that the prince was sick, he sent two over. In the afternoon, the prince took a nap, and then The corner of the clothes with the picture almost fell into the brazier and burned, ho! What a thrill!"
Yu Jinnian listened to him explain everything in detail, and habitually tipped him with silver. Wu Ji clasped his hands and said, "Don't dare", with his head like a rattle, he insisted on not accepting it.
Yu Jinnian looked confused and thought he was strange.
The earthen jars are supported on a small earthen stove, and a hundred pots are dried, added with sake, and boiled together with tangerine peel and perilla leaves. They are all medicines for regulating qi and relieving coughs. Smells the aroma of hot wine. Even though it was cold in the tent, there was a bit of warmth in it.
General Min in that room needed to clear away the heat and detoxify, but this Mr. Ji had to disperse the wind and cold. Yu Jinnian asked someone to chop up the dried meat sent by Wei He, added a handful of coriander leaves, cooked a bowl of noodles, and laid a poached egg on top . When marching, it is common to gnaw hard pancakes that knock your teeth off, and pickle lumps to the death. Min Ji is no exception. Only when he wins a battle can he have meat and soup, and Ji Hong can have tender and soft noodles. It's already a privilege.
Yu Jinnian stared at him as he ate the noodles, and then watched him eat two cups of old perilla wine, before returning the Kanyu map to him. Zhongling City is a square piece of land on the map, which is the same as all the cities in the world. There is nothing special about it. Ji Hong pointed to the place on the map as big as the tip of a chopstick, which is the Chongtian Gate of Zhongling City. He said : "Song Cheng died here."
Yu Jinnian felt for a moment that if Zhongling City could not be recovered in a day, the illness of these two people might not recover in a day. Kill Yan Chang today!
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With a hoarse voice, Min Xuefei got on the horse and headed east all the way. This summer was flooded and this winter was cold. It was all the experience left by his ancestors. The wind howled in the north, and it was even colder in the south. no. The army passed through the north of Xin'an County, but took the shortest route to the east, and would not continue southward, and naturally they would not be able to enter Xin'an County.
Young master Jiang wrote a letter, saying that the neighborhood of Xin'an is already full of refugees, who have been dragged down by the war and become emaciated. However, the business of Chunfeng Deyi Building is still as good. It can be seen that as long as the disaster is not imminent, the gentry still want to eat for fun, which is no different from the usual.
I heard that concubine Ji gave birth to a pair of dragon and phoenix twins, and everything went well, mother and child were safe. A pair of princes and princesses are both white and beautiful. It is the most lively wedding event in the summer in half a year. This is auspicious. It's a pity that Ji Hongyuan was in Jiangnan, so he couldn't meet his nephew and niece immediately. On the contrary, when Yu Jinnian heard the news, he couldn't help but think for a while, if the noble concubine becomes the queen in the future, wouldn't Ji Hong be the uncle of the country!
Yu Jinnian squinted at Ji Hong, and thought, for such an old, good-looking and talented uncle, after everything is settled, he is afraid that various matchmakers will step through the threshold.
I also heard that Yan Chang was massacring in Zhongling City, purging and replacing them, rewarding and appointing officials, all etiquette and laws were ignored, and he meant to establish himself as a king. The bureaucrats of Zhongling stood in line one after another, afraid that if they stood one step too late, they would go up to the gate of the city, and they would be accompanied by Song Cheng, a fool who didn't know how to adapt.
The old Yan family's rebellious bone can be regarded as stabbing Da Xia Zi's face, if he is more arrogant, he can directly poke Tian Zi's forehead.
Looking at Yan Chang's crazy posture, he has made up his mind: even if he can't beat Jiang and Xia Jing, he will still be born in Zhongling to create a Southern Xia Dynasty.
"It's treasonous." Yu Jinnian would also say.
When Yan Chang raised his army, he said "saving the country is in danger", but now he lost his patience and made the word "danger" himself, and he disobeyed Shangyi openly and aboveboard in Zhongling City. Originally, the Son of Heaven and him were blood relatives with broken bones and tendons. In this way, no one would have to step down the steps for the other, and it would tear Lao Yan's family face apart anyway.
The courtiers who impeached Ji's relatives for their arrogance and domineering all fell silent, and those who wanted to use Yan Chang's gust of wind to crush the government's government and prime minister's government also fell silent, and everyone shrank their heads like quails, There are those who do nothing but wavering. It is true that Yan Chang's rebellion is true now, it is true that Ji Hong is a prisoner, but he can sit in the tent regardless of the past, it is true that General Xiao Min is young and promising, and he has won many battles.
The emperor questioned his subordinates: Are you ashamed? !
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winter solstice.
Every family has made dumplings and wontons, and eating rice cakes and soup yuan, the common people still have to live.
The army was stationed in the Pagoda Temple across the river from Zhongling Mausoleum. Finally, they didn’t need to live in tents, and they didn’t need to eat big cakes. They also had white noodles sent by the old abbot of the temple and a few sheep offered by villagers down the mountain. Although the old abbot has a broad mind and doesn't care, but killing in the temple will eventually pollute the eyes and ears of the Buddha, so Wei He took a few nimbly to the woods outside the temple to slaughter them clean, read a few sentences of the Sutra, and then Take it back and cook.
The soldiers below also followed suit and ate stewed meat and steamed buns to warm their hands and feet.
The Pagoda Temple is a good place. It is said that it is the feng shui ordered by the Taizu when the Great Xia was founded.
But in Yu Jinnian's eyes, this good feng shui means rabbits in the forest on the mountain, fish in the water below the mountain, and little sparrows of winter vegetables and mushrooms scattered under the roots of the trees beside the temple. Yu Jinnian hadn't cooked for a long time, his heart was itchy and his hands were itchy, he couldn't wait to take off his medical gown, rolled up his sleeves, and jumped into the kitchen. He mixed mutton with radish, made some dumplings stuffed with mutton and radish, and boiled a pot of mutton bone soup as the base. He picked some vegetables from the self-raised vegetable bed in the temple, in pieces or pieces, and surrounded the clay stove Turn the pot around. Then call Shang Ji Hong and Min Xuefei to cook hot pot for the winter solstice.
It can be said that all flavors melt in a small cauldron.
The guest house was specially packed out for them to live in. The masters and novice monks in the monastery lived in the meditation forest at the back, and they would not disturb them easily. There were only a few close people in the room, and even the muddy legs around Zhi were all taken away. Min Xuefei's voice was sluggish for more than half a month, and he didn't dare to eat more warming things like mutton, so he just scooped some into the pot. After a while, he stretched out his hand and dragged Lian Shaojian, who was busy doing nothing, to his lap firmly, and said to him: "Don't turn around, it will give me a headache."
Lian Zhi timidly glanced at Yu Jinnian and Ji Hong who were opposite him, raised his hand to rub Min Xuefei's temple, and asked him in a low voice if it still hurts, the roots of his ears were redder than the hot pepper on the plate.
Ji Hong's cough has also healed by 80% or 90%, and now he is still taking Chen Bai perilla wine to recuperate regularly, which also tells Yu Jinnian not to worry about it, just sit down and eat, and drink some warm soup to warm his stomach.
Yu Jinnian watched with a smile as Ji Hong drank the soup slowly, also watched Lian Shaojian being molested with a blushing face, and watched Young Master Min open his mouth to feed Lian Gonggong. The bottom of the soup in the pot is boiling one after another, and the sound of the sizzling charcoal fire makes it warm. He picked up a dumpling before putting it in his mouth, and Wu Ji trotted in from outside the door, with an embarrassing joy on his face.
Wu Ji came in, called "Little Miracle Doctor", and then "Master Shizi", excited as if eating candy.
He said: The emperor's pardon has come!
Yu Jinnian jumped up with dumplings in his mouth, Baota Temple is really a good place!