Ji Xiang wanted to comfort Song Tong a few more words, but he really couldn't speak, so he just silently poured wine for him. After drinking four bottles of wine, Song Tong fell drunk on the couch.
"Dad, look..." Ji Xiang looked at Song Tong worriedly, and then looked at Song Fu too busy, "What should I do?"
"Let him have a good sleep. He didn't get a good night's sleep all the way." Song Fu put down the bowl and chopsticks, stared at Song Tong's blushing face, and couldn't help but sigh, "This kid follows his mother, and is affectionate. It’s hard to think about, and it’s tiring to live, but there’s no harm in doing so, it’s worthy of your own conscience and worthy of your own infatuation.”
Jixiang's eyes fell on Song Tong's face again. She stared at Song Tong's peeling lips, his closed eyes, and the thin lines at the corners of his eyes. She was stunned for a moment.
"Jixiang, go and cover Song Tong with a blanket."
"Okay." Jixiang agreed hurriedly, got up and covered Song Tong with a cashmere blanket.
The eighth day of the twelfth lunar month in the first year of Tianding
early morning.
It has been snowing for two days. Jixiang has never seen such heavy snow. When she came out of the tent in the early morning, she could not even open the door. The snow falling outside was already half a person tall, even if the guards were in daylight. I know how to clean the place, but one night there will be snowfall, and I don’t know how high the snow will be piled on the road.
Due to the heavy snow, it was inconvenient to move around, and Song Fu needed someone to take care of him, and Song Tong couldn't cook. Therefore, Ji Xiang had been living in the same tent with Song Fu and his son for the past few days. Although they were said to be living together, this tent But it was huge, usually enough for one family to live in. Ji Xiang and Song Fu lived on both sides of the tent, with a distance of three to four feet in between, and there were stoves, tables, and screens for shelter, so there was no inconvenience. of.
This morning, Jixiang opened the door, dug a pot of snow from outside, put it on the stove to boil water, then turned around to chop vegetables for cooking, when he heard a man's low voice from behind the screen on the other side. Jixiang was startled by the sound of coughing. He put down the kitchen knife in his hand, wiped his hands, and walked over there. He looked through the screen and asked, "Brother, are you coughing?"
There was a constant coughing sound behind the screen, and it was obviously Song Tong's voice. Song Tong could not speak, but Song Fu hurriedly put on his clothes and came out from behind, with a worried look on his face: "I'm half unconscious, I'm afraid I caught the wind and cold. "
Jixiang pursed his lips nervously. It had been snowing for the past two days and it was difficult to go on the road. Song Tongcheng sat in the tent all day long, sometimes without saying a word for most of the day. Jixiang knew that he was worried about Mrs. Song who was about to give birth, so he also He didn't say anything, but made him a pot of lotus heart tea from time to time. Even so, Song Tong still got angry. In addition, he drank wine yesterday, so it was expected that he would catch the cold at this time.
Jixiang stepped forward quickly and said anxiously: "What can I do? The road is blocked by heavy snow, and it is in the wilderness. Where can I find a doctor?"
There was no imperial doctor following the Beidi envoy team.
"I see that Bazheng is suffering from the cold," Song Fu wiped his face and said in a deep voice, "Jixiang, didn't we bring some herbs from Dali? Otherwise, go and make a pot of medicine for him to drink now. Bar."
Ji Xiang looked embarrassed: "But what if the medicine doesn't work?"
"There's nothing we can do about it, but we can't let him keep burning like this. I don't know how long it will take for the snow to stop," Song Fu sighed and said to Ji Xiang, "Come in and take a look, his face is all red from the heat. "