How far away it is, Yu Jinnian hesitated and looked at the top of the mantle.
He never thought that he would experience so many things, let alone get to know so many people.
When he first arrived in Xin'an County, his greatest expectation for himself was to open a decent medical clinic, take in two studious apprentices, and practice medicine and treat diseases well. Especially at the beginning, he didn't say four or six, just said what he said, and didn't take it to heart, thinking that one day he would never see Ji Hong again, so he didn't have so many scruples about whether it was true or false.
—I never expected to have such a deep bond with this person.
The white beauty was so comfortable being touched by Ji Hong, she squinted her eyes and purred softly, Yu Jinnian tilted her head, and Maoer opened her eyes and stared at him with a tacit understanding. A pair of green pupils resembling Ji Hong's eyes, clear, indifferent, insight into people's hearts. It is said that cats are messengers of the dark, they can pass through the fog between yin and yang, and see through the blurred truth.
At this time, which Yu Jinnian is Bai Meiren looking at
Yu Jinnian doesn't know who he really is anymore, and he doesn't know whether Ji Hong will question him after hearing what happened to him, or will he... fear
Just as he was contemplating, the white beauty suddenly yelled, kicked his chest and jumped off the bed angrily. Yu Jinnian turned his head to see that Ji Hong stared blankly at the three bloodstains on the back of his hand, and the thin cat paw prints were coming out intermittently. Oozed blood. He wanted to wipe it casually, Yu Jinnian turned over and quickly pulled it over to have a look, with a worried face on his face: "Does it hurt?"
Ji Hong shifted his gaze and landed on the boy's face: "These little things are really hard to handle."
"Your nails are a bit long, maybe it hurts from scratching them. Cats are like this, they don't like to be controlled by others, they do their own way." Yu Jinnian took his own medical box, took out distilled strong wine, and picked up a cotton ball with tweezers , dipped in the wine and gently disinfected Ji Hong's wound, he knelt on the ottoman, held Ji Hong's hand and blew, "Fortunately, the scratch was not deep, it's just a little bit of skin, no need to apply medicine, but this Don't touch raw water for two days."
Blood beads like rice grains oozed slightly, and the wine entered the flesh along the wound, Ji Hong frowned slightly.
"Did I scratch you?" Ji Hong asked, "What should I do to you?"
The early spring breeze was clear and lingering, sneaking in through the window slit opened by the white beauty, rolling up Yu Jinnian's sleeve corners. As the curtains bulged, Ji Hong's shoulder-length black hair was lifted by the night wind, and the lantern by the bed trembled tremblingly, struggling to maintain the crumbling light. Ji Hong came back to his senses, scratched the opponent's palm with his fingertips, and then pulled it out gently: "It's a small injury, don't toss about it. Go to sleep."
Yu Jinnian grabbed it, threw away the blood-stained cotton ball, and replaced it with a new one. The cat meowed outside the window, and Tinker Bell squatted on the bench under the porch, licking the white beauty's fur meticulously, and Yu Jinnian also wiped Ji Hong's wound clean.
"Do you believe in resurrecting the soul through corpses?"
The tent was lowered, and the light gauze blocked the sight of the two of them, only the hands that were clasped still conveyed each other's warmth. Ji Hong was dumb for a moment, he reached out to lift the curtain, but the curtain was grabbed from the outside, Ji Hong sat alone in the dimly lit couch, when he heard the boy's voice softly.
Yu Jinnian lowered his head, as if talking to himself: "One person died, but the other person came back to life step by step from the mass grave. He didn't know who he was, the one who died. , the one who is still alive. Or, both of us are actually dead, these are just my pillows." He looked up to see Ji Hong's shadow in the tent, and asked again, "Do you believe it?"
Ji Hong's heart twitched.
Yu Jinnian let go of the curtain, as if letting go of a secret in his heart, he cut a thin piece of white gauze to cover Ji Hong's wound: "But I have to live! There are still many wishes that have not been fulfilled, many plans that have not been fulfilled." Completion, scenery of the world, world of mortals, I haven’t appreciated them all. I have seen many dying people, I know how hard it is to live, and I know that death is only a moment... But even if it is a big dream, I want to live too."
The curtain was opened to both sides, and the smell of disinfectant wine dissipated, leaving behind a faint spicy fragrance. Ji Hong walked over, the young man's face was clean and warm, he held Yu Jinnian's face over, fondled his soft and dry lips, he put his hand around Jinnian's back, and stroked the young man's shoulder blades that were sifted by the wind.
Ji Hong would rather that he had some unavoidable difficulties, so he used the excuse of reviving the dead to lie to himself. But only such a mysterious reason can match his bizarre and rich knowledge, and his transparent and stable temperament at a young age, so he actually... died once.
Ji Hong was once infinitely close to death, but once he was pulled back by his second brother, and once by Yu Jinnian.
What is it like to die
With eyes lowered, Yu Jinnian was obediently led onto the bed, straddled the man, and was bitten on the neck by him, as if he was about to eat him.
The blood vessels under his tongue were pulsating, fresh and hot, vigorous and powerful, Ji Hong kissed along the small cluster of life force, and when the corner of Yu Jinnian's lips stopped, he raised his fingers and rubbed the boy's slightly parted lower lip, Looking at her eyebrows and eyes: "What's your name?"
Yu Jinnian looked down at him condescendingly, but felt that he had never taken the initiative. He didn't even understand what Ji Hong was talking about, and looked at him blankly.
Ji Hong's fingers penetrated into his waist, but his eyes were fixed on his pupils: "The original name is your own."
Yu Jinnian swallowed a mouthful and trembled: "Yes, it's also Yu Jinnian..." Seeing Ji Hong's suspicious expression, he lowered his head and rubbed against his cheek, and whispered softly, "I didn't lie to you, there is nothing to lie to you, it's really a coincidence more than every year—"
"Splendid Huanian, I know." Ji Hong opened his mouth, let his tongue in, and stroked the young man's back with confidence. He swallowed Yu Jinnian's fear and eagerness, and also swallowed his aggressive anxiety. Ji Hong knew that he was not born with the talent of compassion, and he didn't know how to take good care of this young man who also "does not like to be controlled by others, and will always do his own way".
But now he just feels relieved: "That's enough, at least for so long... I haven't called the name of the person I love wrong."
Yu Jinnian softly called "Ah Hong".
"You," Ji Hong knew he shouldn't ask, but he really wanted to know, he wanted to know everything about the boy, "how, how..."
"How did he die?" Yu Jinnian spoke out for him. In just two short years, the events of the previous life seemed to have passed for a long time, so long that the pain of getting sick could not be remembered for a while. After all, the scar was healed and the pain was forgotten.
"He died of illness." He exhaled, shook his head and smiled, and said with emotion, "What the ancestors said is true, but it is difficult for a doctor to heal himself. If you don't believe in this kind of life, you can't do it."
Ji Hong was surprised, died of illness, this word sounded nothing to do with him.
Yu Jinnian said, "Fortunately, I'm used to it."
Ji Hong understood, he didn't open his mouth anymore, he just hugged him tightly.
After a long time, he breathed a sigh of relief: "This is a yellow pillow, I always want to dream with you, and I will never wake up from the dream. As for whether you are a corpse, a human being, a cat demon or a fox spirit, or a thousand-year-old raccoon spirit, it doesn't matter. Important." The temperature in the veil rose slowly, and soft words lingered in the ears, "Even if you are a monster who drinks blood and devours flesh, I will feed you with my flesh and blood, just in case you think I am dull."
Yu Jinnian tensed his back: "Then what you say is what you say... Take out your hand!"
After a while, Ji Hong put both hands on his waist, propped up his upper body, and whispered softly, "Okay, then you can do it yourself."
Yu Jinnian tugged at his wrist, trying to stay away, and hurriedly said: "But tomorrow, tomorrow is going to court."
"It doesn't matter." Ji Hong took him back without hesitation, "It's just a leave of absence. I have a reputation of being weak and sick. After a long journey back to Beijing, there are also cases where my energy is exhausted. It's not bad to rest for another month and a half."
Yu Jinnian: "..."
The boy who waited on the cat carried a lantern in the middle of the night and wandered around the huge Golden Youting, calling "Master Bai" in a low voice, running around anxiously. Master Bai is the white cat with blue pupils. The younger ones only know that it is a rare breed, but they don’t know whose breed it is and what its name is. They just call it Lord Bai, Lord Bai. Occasionally, the cat can give some thin noodles, and it should be said.
Ever since the cat came back with Tinker Bell, he swaggered around Jin Youting again, and picked an empty room as a nest. The servants asked Qing Huan, who was in charge of the mansion, and hung up that room when they turned around. Several layers of thick velvet curtains make a warm cat room. The handy girls sewed some fur balls and cloth mice, and hung a few big bells on the beams as toys. Fortunately, Master Bai appreciated his face and was very satisfied with his new home, and would come back to sleep by himself every night.
Xiao Tong slept for half the night and found out that Master Bai hadn't come back. He was afraid that the unfamiliar cat would disappear, so he came out with a lantern to look for it.
Walking to Tingyue Residence, several cries like a baby's cry came from the courtyard wall, and he recognized Master Bai's small cat meowing, so he turned in hastily to look - oops! Master Tiandi, that cowardly little fellow of Tinker Bell is actually riding on Master Bai! So a beautiful and smooth little white cat, whose hair was rubbed under Tinker Bell's body, looked like a lion cub with a hairy head.
He knew that cats should not talk around when mating, otherwise they would be bitten and scratched, so they would stay far away at the end of the pavilion, waiting for the two to do something good so they could be carried back to their nests.
After taking a nap for an unknown amount of time, he woke up abruptly, the lantern in his hand was already half-extinguished, and when he looked back, the two troublesome cats were leaning against the pillars and licking each other's fur. He joyfully ran over and hugged Master Bai, who squinted his eyes and slept comfortably in his arms. Tinker Bell jumped up on the boy's arm with winking eyes, squatted on his shoulder, and looked at Master Bai snoring with his head tilted.
Just as he was about to leave, another cat meowed. The boy looked around suspiciously with the two cats, but he couldn't find them, so he walked back full of doubts: Hey, is there any other cats in the yard? cat? He rubbed Tinker Bell's head a few times, did you trick other cats back
Tinker Bell raised her face, and grunted in the direction of the bedroom.
The candles burst open, wax and tears flowed down the lampstand like oil, and the clothes and quilts rattled, Ji Hong lowered his voice: "Slightly dull, huh?"
Indifferent or not, you say indifferent or not? ! Yu Jinnian bit his shoulder angrily.
In spring, there should be some rain in the ground, which will moisten the garden in bits and pieces at dawn, and when the sun comes out, it will be another fine day.
In the morning, a group of servants were chasing cats in a hurry, one yellow and one white made a mess of the sky, and Tinker Bell did not know where to offend Master Bai, and was chased and bitten by Master Bai. Good sprouts are trampled to pieces. Sui Sui held up her skirt and chased after Master Bai with disheveled hair. She really liked Master Bai's limp body and those jewel-like blue eyes.
The little girl got nervous, just like her buddies, she hated dogs and cats, Qing Huan couldn't control her more and more, she held a hair band in one hand and a cloak in the other, her legs and feet were not good, she couldn't run fast, so she could only shout behind anxiously: "Sui Sui! ... Sui Sui!"
Yu Jinnian hadn't heard such a noisy sound for a long time, it wasn't golden gongs and drums, and it wasn't screaming and wailing, it was just an ordinary noise, vendors outside the garden wall yelling, and boys and girls gathered together to discuss the short stories of their parents. Twittering, it's fireworks.
He sank in the curtain and couldn't wake up, he was bumping up and down in his dream, Ji Hong chased him and asked, is it delicious, bland or not? Would you like some more mouthfuls
Yu Jinnian woke up with a shock.
His back was sore and his legs were sore. With an ouch, he fell back down with a pair of dark circles under his eyes. Turning over and trying to rub his old waist, a strange feeling suddenly came from his stomach, it was indescribable, his face was green and red, he opened his eyes and looked around - he didn't see the culprit, but he smelled a strong fragrance, refreshing It is a fragrant medicine that is often burned in Buddhist temples.
Ji Hong didn't believe in Buddhism, so why did he smoke Buddha incense in his room early in the morning
He hugged the pillow and wanted to put a cushion on his back, but when he grabbed it away, there were several yellow talisman corner bags hidden under the pillow.
"..." Yu Jinnian was taken aback. What's going on? Has Xia Jing's Buddhist temple fallen, and they have taken over the Taoist business and sold talisman papers? He and Fu Jiao looked at each other in blank dismay, one of them pushed open the door and walked in, his footsteps were light and neat, Yu Jinnian could recognize it immediately.
Ji Hong was holding a stack of clothes, and seeing that he was awake, he lifted the curtain and lifted him up. There was a wet towel in the copper basin, and something was added to the water, which made the towel smell good. Wipe him clean. He picked up the clothes and put them on him one by one, and said to himself: "Last night, I sent someone to invite Daoist Zhong from the Minxiang Mansion, and the Daoist had a clever plan, and he also said that you have accumulated blessings in your previous life." , Your life should not be terminated, the Palace of Hades dare not accept it, so you have to let you go back to make a living. It's just that this body is not yours after all, I'm afraid that the soul will be disturbed."
"The Taoist priest also personally wrote the soul-fixing mantra, and asked the subordinates to sew it in the mouth of your shirt overnight, and the peace charm should always be worn on your body. The Buddhist incense is also invited from the big Buddhist temple outside Beijing. It has been enshrined to calm the soul. It is the best, and there is no harm in smoking."
He lowered his head to examine Yu Jinnian, regretfully said: "In the future, I will give you more, so that you will be full of energy, and you will naturally live a long life."
Yu Jinnian looked up at him, his eyebrows furrowed into a ball: "What more can you give me?"
"Essence and blood." Ji Hong opened his mouth, speaking in a calm and serene manner, coaxing people patiently, "A man's essence and blood are the most beneficial. Jin Nian, be obedient."
Yu Jinnian squinted his eyes and listened to him talking about unreasonable reasoning for a quarter of an hour, his expression gradually lost control, he grabbed the pillow and threw it at Ji Hong, angrily and laughing: "This is the reason why you don't give me a bath at the end of the day?!"
It's really impressive that Master Ji, who doesn't believe in Buddhism and disbelief, is now doing this set of gods, ghosts and ghosts! Feudal superstition is harmful!
Yu Jinnian was full of anger.
…
One mouthful to spread rumors, one to break one's legs to refute them.
Yu Jinnian was judged by Taoist Zhong worshiped by the Min family to have a restless soul, so Ji Hong really fixed his soul for a month, and he didn't know whether this person was really for the purpose of fixing the soul, or bullying others for personal gain. Fortunately, the Taoist priest didn't say to fast, at least he still has wine and meat to eat.
Ji Hong frantically sought all kinds of requiem techniques, such a smart and wise person was deceived several times by real and fake monks and priests, and his drinking became the most irrelevant thing. He slept lightly at night, and the first thing he did when he woke up was to turn over and touch the temperature of his face, for fear that he would leave his soul one day.
It's not that Yu Jinnian is heartless, it's just that he was not allowed to torment this time. He was panicked, so it's better to let him calm down. If he had known this was the case, Yu Jinnian would not have told him about it, causing him to panic for no reason.
The Sanyu Building in Beijing was worn out when the epidemic was extinguished earlier, and it needs to be repaired, so it is not in a hurry to reopen. Yu Jinnian had nothing to do, so he took a group of servants around to buy good wine in Beijing. When he was drunk, Ji Hong would do his best anyway, so he personally came to take him back to sleep, not to mention that he would be obedient and listen to Ji Hong after he was drunk. Hong's words.
I think it was because of his drunkenness that he became famous for his drunkenness, some wine shops specially invited him to taste the fine wines, just to see the young master of the Ji family's heroism. Jin Youting had a constant stream of messengers last time, and he had the demeanor of the Ji family's second brother lying drunk on the willow embankment ten years ago.
Unfortunately, Daoist Zhong, who lived in seclusion that day, happened to go to the street to buy ink. Seeing that Yu Jinnian was still young, hanging around the wine shop in the daytime, drinking too much, he was heartbroken and went to the door to sue him. Doting is unknown", and he added "March of Alcohol Abstinence" to his great cause of soul-fixing.
The next day, the entire Jin You Ting went up and down, not a drop of wine was seen, and even the rice wine for cooking was confiscated.
It's not easy to be a little fuzz. The Taoist priest said three months, and it must be three months. Someone hardened his heart and refused to recognize his relatives. Yu Jinnian wanted to find something to do, but he couldn't. Seeing Ji Hong's gentle eyes, he lost confidence.
The color makes the mind faint.
The southern station newspaper, carrying the murderous spirit of the thirteen counties in the south, swept towards the capital like snowflakes. Jinyou Tingli was still peaceful, Ji Hong asked for sick leave, while taking care of Yu Jinnian, while patiently waiting for his belated justice.
At the end of April, the peach blossoms were in full bloom in the capital, Jinyou Ting was green and pink and gold everywhere, Yu Jinnian was wearing a moon-white cloak with a hood covering his broken hair, sitting in the flower hall, looking up at the half-dim sun above his head. Ji Hong was copying scriptures behind his back, with newly baked money cakes next to him.
The pancakes were baked until golden and warmed. They were wrapped in brown sugar syrup and made into pancakes. There was a center point in the center, and two drops of brown sugar were also poured on it. Out of the pot, it is crispy and crispy, with a little red paste in the center, which looks like a copper coin core and a round belly button, also called brown sugar belly button cake.
Qing Huan was wandering around the yard with Little Begonia, the little doll was delicious and active, and could not walk yet. Qing Huan hugged her and looked around, her small cherry-like eyes stared curiously at the hooded Yu Jinnian, she opened her mouth, He giggled and said, "Tap! Tap!"
The child is learning teeth, and he can't tell whether it's Tang or Dad. Yu Jinnian jumped off the flower circle, broke off a small piece of navel cake for her to lick, and touched the fluffy head of Little Begonia: "Your father is helping the common people in the south." Nah!"
Little Begonia yelled.
"Lanyang victory!" A voice shouted outside the door.
Yu Jinnian looked up.
"Lanyang victory!" Duan Ming hurried back to the mansion, and rushed in. The Lanyang post reported back to the middle of Beijing, and the messengers carried the golden and red military flag with the word Xia on their backs, and drove all the way into the gate of Beijing. The red flag swept across the most prosperous cross street. Thousands of people in the streets heard and saw it.
With the great victory in Lanyang, the north gate of Yuezhou was opened, and Yan Chang's army could not escape.
There is no need to wait for the emperor to issue an edict, the people can't wait to spread the praises first. But within half a day, the happy event of Lanyang's great victory has spread all over the streets and alleys.
Jin Youting's place is far away, and the whole family closed their doors to keep in good health, and they didn't hear the news until the afternoon.
Duan Ming couldn't hide his joy, and his words were thickened by five minutes: "Your Majesty, young master. Lanyang's great victory, the rebellious army captured the rebellious leader alive, and he will be escorted to Beijing immediately! General Min also wrote a letter, saying that the army will be stationed in the Dendrobium Valley in the south of Beijing. Send it to the Zong Prison, if you have something to ask, you will meet at that time."
Min Xuefei's letter slowly unfolded in Ji Hong's hands amidst the smoke of the southern battlefield—he had waited ten years for justice, and finally broke through the fog and came to him.
Yu Jinnian seemed to hear a click, the sound of the shackles being undone, and the thick black chains peeled off his body layer by layer. The hazy clouds dispersed, the golden light pierced through the mist, breaking through the years of frost on Ji Hong's shoulders, and Yu Jinnian finally saw a relieved expression on his face.
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It was evening when I saw that person, and the sky outside the Zong Prison was filled with crimson rays, and the entire capital city seemed to be burning in a raging fire.
Separated by a wall, the long and narrow stone gate of the Zong Prison is like a dark crow's mouth, with stone steps protruding in one after another, swallowing the skylight. There are countless relatives of the emperor, high-ranking officials and ministers who have been held here. Standing at the door, Yu Jinnian couldn't help shivering. If the rebellious army hadn't pulled Yan Chang off his horse in one fell swoop, Ji Hong would probably be in this big prison now.
The prison guard received the news early in the morning, greeted them carefully, and led them in.
The prison tunnel was very deep, as if it had no bottom, a brazier was suddenly burning at a certain distance, the smell of damp and rot diffused from the bottom of the feet, and brown-green moss hung on the corner of the wall. The flames licked the surrounding walls black, and the huge fire shadows on the walls were like ghosts swaying in hell.
I don't know who they are in the nearby cell, and I don't know how long they have been locked up. They have no shape. Seeing them come in, they just glance at them indifferently. Yan Chang is still deeper, where there is no light.
The emperor's secret edict, deprivation of title, lifelong claustrophobia. From then on, Huirong's one-word king of Yuedi for a while will live here for the rest of his life.
Ji Hong walked straight to the depths, his thick blue robe hit his legs and feet, rustling, half of his face was immersed in the darkness, and the light and shadow flickered beside his cheeks. Yu Jinnian followed two steps, and then slowly stopped, only following the man's back with his eyes, watching him gradually sinking into a shadow.
Yu Jinnian is only responsible for following, the road ahead still needs to be settled by Ji Hong himself.
Prison Dian looked at the young man in front of him. He was so handsome and elegant that he was incompatible with Zong Prison. He was quiet, and the spring breeze was blowing on the ground around him. After a long time, the prison code vaguely understood that the gentle and gentle aura on his body was "life", and Zongyu represented "death".
The prison guard guessed that he was Ji Hong's confidant, so he didn't dare to neglect him, so he led him to the duty room at the end of the prison road to have tea, which was the only place where the sun could shine brightly. Passing through a prison cell, Yu Jinnian swayed the knife and the bell at the side of his waist, and the jingle was crisp and melodious. The dejected prisoner suddenly raised his head, rushed up madly, and threw himself on the fence.
"Kuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu whoa!"
Yu Jinnian turned his head to look, and the red flame licked the prisoner's face brightly. After being hit with a stick by the head, the man did not hide, but just looked at him burningly, his eyes were full of strange light, as if he had seen hope. Yu Jinnian paused, and asked suspiciously, "...Zhou Feng?"
Two lines of gray tears flowed down his filthy head and face, Zhou Feng retreated tremblingly, and fell to the ground with a plop. It was only then that Yu Jinnian realized that one of his knees seemed to be broken, his legs were deformed, and there were a series of glaring sores dripping with blood, which had festered due to the harsh environment. The jail will not care about him, he is going to die after all.
This was Yan Chang's General Zhou, Yan Chang's most caring confidant, who was shot in the knee by He Lianzhi and knocked off his horse.
The jailer sneered: "He fell off his horse and was trampled and broken by his own people who were running for their lives in a panic. Bah, he deserved it!"
Yu Jinnian was stunned.
"Little genius doctor!" Zhou Feng dragged his broken foot, slammed his head on the ground, and grabbed Yu Jinnian's clothes through the fence, "I beg you, Zhou Feng, please! Please show it to my master, and stop it for him." Pain relief... He is in pain every day and night, he is in too much pain!"
Yu Jinnian subconsciously took a step back.
"Little genius doctor, little genius doctor!" Zhou Feng couldn't catch him, so he could only grab the ground with his head desperately, blood flowed down his forehead, and tears hung on his face, "Whatever you want, you beat me thousands of times!" Hey, you want my life, gouging out my bones and heart, you can do whatever you want..."
Zhou Feng fell on the ground, shamelessly begging for mercy, as long as Yu Jinnian would go over and take a look: "He was tricked by Yu Xu into taking the magic medicine, and he couldn't quit. Now his shoulders are swollen and purple, and his shoulder bones are deformed. The pain can't be stopped, and no medicine will help. It's a heart-wrenching pain day and night!"
I can only beg Yu Jinnian, I can only beg him. Da Xiazi can tolerate the last breath of the king's brother, but he will never allow Zhou Feng, a rebel general, to survive this autumn, but if he dies, he will die. What will Yan Chang do
He knew that Yu Jinnian was the most soft-hearted, and he would save the enemy even in the face of death. After the Zhongling War, everyone in the south of the Yangtze River said that he was the boy of the medicine king, and he kept his promise and kept his words to save the suffering. As long as Yu Jinnian can be moved, he will always think of it occasionally, come and see Yan Chang!
Boy Yaowang, but at that time, Yu Jinnian couldn't save him because he was so far away. But at that time Zhou Feng had a little way, a little way: "I wouldn't give him black ointment either..."
However, Yuezhou needs Yan Chang, and the Yuedi Army also needs him. He has to stay awake, let alone lose his great career because of mere shoulder pain! There is an endless stream of boats going to and from the coast of Yuezhou. The black ointment from the west is said to be a precious medicine. Although the quantity is rare, it is not impossible to get it. Fan monks say it is a painkiller.
Zhou Feng had no choice, he had no choice but to act like a dead horse.
Yu Jinnian copied his hands, shocked that he gave Yan Chang the black ointment, it was indeed a painkiller, but it was also a deadly poisonous flower, a poppy that blooms in the underworld, once a good person gets it, his life will be over.
"Why bother drinking poison to quench your thirst?"
Yu Jinnian turned around, followed the prison code and continued to the duty room, the orange-red fireworks reflected a hideous face. Even the boy under the seat of Medicine King Bodhisattva, no matter how kind and gentle a person is, will have a cold day.
Zhou Feng knocked his head and hit the wooden fence one after another, bleeding profusely. He turned in Yu Jinnian's direction, his eyes were cracked, and his voice was hoarse: "Please take a look at him, just once a year, just look at him, he will still have a way to live! Little genius doctor, Yu Jinnian! He is alone, How do you let him survive in this life? How do you let him survive in this life?!"
Yu Jinnian stopped, looked at him in surprise, and said amusedly: "Who doesn't like to boil the world in a big pot? When you were high and tormenting Ji Hong, did you ever think about him, how he will survive in the future? Now you ask How can I, Yan Chang suffer?"
"Zhou Feng, endure it if you can."
Zhou Feng collapsed all of a sudden—that was his god, his king! But he couldn't save it. Zhou Feng knelt on the ground, shaking his shoulders, his expression collapsed, and he sobbed mournfully.
Following his sobs, other people in the Zong Prison also burst into tears. Most of them were imprisoned for decades. They came in when they were young, and now they are very old. I don't know how old they are. The sobs became louder and louder, one after another in the gloomy prison, like a ghost crying. The prison code hammered the fence hard, but it didn't help. As long as one person is still crying, it will always make other people think of themselves, and the whole life is miserable.
Step by step, Ji Hong walked to the only silent cell, separated by a thick wooden fence, and looked at the silent man hanging on the wall, looking terribly thin. It's not that the prison code deliberately made things difficult for him, it's just that the emperor doesn't want him to die, and none of the people below would dare to let him die, even committing suicide. This man can also be regarded as a hero, fighting south and north, covered with a layer of credit forged with the blood of the enemy.
He lived the world for Great Xia.
But so what, the end is just like this now. There are too many people in the prison, and whoever does not have a few merits worthy of being praised by others, this is nothing more than a bit more noble than other people's blood, but in the end, they are just prisoners. But they were all reduced to such a situation. On the day when he was put in the prison car and transferred to the Zong Prison, he kicked a jailer to death, grabbed the sword, and almost killed himself.
The prison guard was afraid that he would commit suicide, so he could only order him to be hung up, and first he would grind his spirit for a few days. He still has a long time in this big prison. It is common to be energetic at the beginning, but after a long time, his will will become depressed. He will always understand that there are no royal relatives, no nobles in the prison, what kind of glorious feats are here, all of them are not worth a grasp of the sun shining on his face and a mouthful of clean water.
There was no light in the depths of the prison, and it took Yan Chang a long time to realize that there was someone standing outside. He moved his fingers, his eyes were cloudy, he was half-drowsy, and his dry lips moved several times before sluggishly spitting out a few words. In a few words: "Zhou Feng... I'm in so much pain..."
Ji Hong originally had tens of thousands of questions to ask, but when he stood in front of him, he felt like he didn't need any more.
After a moment of silence, he called out in a deep voice, "Yan Chang."
Yan Chang gave a sudden pause, then opened his eyes forcefully, and finally recognized who was standing outside. He woke up in an instant, and struggled twice angrily. The deformed shoulder joints pulled his bones and tendons tearingly.
He stared angrily at the people outside the prison.
On the snow mountain, the scene of Ji Yan carrying himself on his back and groping step by step in the calf-deep snow layer is still vivid in his mind. Ji Hong can even recall the smell of his second brother's hot blood, which is salty and slightly sweet. The second elder brother rubbed his equally cold hands with the icy snow, and Ji Hong could recall how his legs and hands were so cold that he felt unconscious. The bone-piercing cold pain is not as comfortable as Yan Chang's now.
Daxia's two sharp swords, Quji and No Calamity, were all in Yan Chang's hands in the end—does it mean that Yan Chang had seen his second brother before his death on the snowy mountain outside the Guanwai, which was frozen thousands of miles away. Then indifferently, watch him die.
However, until his deathbed, the second elder brother never scolded Yan Chang. Because it was Yan Chang's own choice, Ji Yan respected him at the cost of his life.
Two swords made from the same furnace, two people who are inseparable, in the end, one is killed and the other is injured. The gloom cast over Ji Hong's face, he suddenly realized that he had nothing to ask, Yan Chang was really more pitiful than himself. Ji Yan was not the only one who was left in the ice and snow.
The two looked at each other in silence, Ji Hong turned around and looked at the long prison road, at the end of which was a little orange light.
Before leaving, he asked Yan Chang: "I won't regret it later."
Ji Hong walked slowly towards the orange halo, the brighter the light became clearer, it was Yu Jinnian holding the lamp, waiting for him at the corner of the prison road. The light and shadow were hazy and soft, quietly covering the thin figure of the young man. The front and rear braziers were dying, but his flower was peaceful and bright, silently illuminating the stone slab under Ji Hong's feet.
No matter how far you go, how deep you go, you can always find it along this light.
"Ji Hong, Ji Hong!"
Behind him, Yan Chang suddenly yelled madly, and struggled with the chains in severe pain. The weak light could not reach his cell, and he was so jealous that he went crazy. He bit Ji Hong's back, like a dying beast: "Why do you! Why did Ji Yan choose you, and he also chose you—"
Why did Ji Yan fight against him everywhere, would rather die by guarding a nanny than conspiring with him for a great cause; and why did Yu Jinnian prefer to stay with him for a sick child rather than enjoy glory and wealth with him
If he had Ji Yan to help him and Yu Jinnian to help him, how could he have fallen into this situation? ! Yan Chang gasped again and again, his chest was tight with pain, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood: "Why..."
What's wrong? !
One after another, the jailers hurried away in a panic, passing by Ji Hong who was going retrograde.
Ji Hong finally came to that light, suddenly came back to his senses, and looked down at him.
Yu Jinnian hugged the lamp, bent his eyes slightly, and smiled softly: "Shall we go home?"
"En." Ji Hong responded and held his hand.
The wind suddenly warmed up. Powder snow swept across, Xia Jingchun came.