When it hit the road again, the team was going a lot faster. All the injured and sick were crowded into the vacant cart, and Liang Feng also told Ah Liang not to spare animal power. The convoy no longer has the ability to resist another attack, and returning to Liang Mansion as soon as possible is the safest policy.
Yi Yan walked beside the ox cart without saying a word, with a long stick and a dagger on his waist. The long stick was given to him by A Liang, and it was regarded as a weapon. And the overly gorgeous dagger was given to him by the man in the car. Yi Yan has already learned the identity of the man, Tinghou, whose surname is Liang, but he doesn't know his name. Of course, the other party's name is not something he can call. For the lowly Jiehu, this is a noble person in the cloud, and it is definitely beyond his reach.
However, Yi Yan didn't care, it seemed that calling out the lord would settle the turbulent things in his chest and be satisfied. Therefore, his steps are very brisk, firmly following the ox cart. The bamboo curtain on the car has been put down, but it can't cover the smell of medicine from inside. Occasionally, the green bamboo will get off the car to make medicine and change the water. Yi Yan wanted to go up and see if his new master was okay. But Lvzhu obviously didn't want the Jie person he bought to get close to his Langjun, and every time he looked coldly, blocking his sight.
Yi Yan glanced at the carriage, retracted his gaze, and continued to move forward steadily.
After walking for more than two hours, the convoy stopped on the side of the road to take a break and use some dry food. Yi Yan didn't go far, he sat down beside the ox cart with his legs crossed, and took out the bran cakes in his pocket. Just as he was about to start, there was suddenly a person beside him, it was Xun Ji. Because of the injury on his leg, he also received preferential treatment and was able to take turns in the car. Now he is in good condition.
With a look of apprehension, Huan Ji approached Yiyan and asked quietly, "Yiyan, do you really want to be a part?"
There was nothing else to do besides walking along the way, and the news naturally spread quickly. After learning that they were about to be accepted as part of the family's master, Huan Jike couldn't hold back. Buqu is not a tenant farmer, as long as he farms and eats. That's a private soldier! Maybe life is more prosperous in normal life, and there will be a lot of rewards, but at the juncture of life and death, you really have to work hard. They used to only farm, how could they fight? If you die in a foreign land, how can you be reborn...
Yi Yan didn't have this concern, his voice was extremely firm: "It's to be a 'personal bodyguard'."
Yi Yan had never heard this word before. But it is not difficult to understand that it should be the same as "following", and it is necessary to protect the safety of the head of the family. After the battle just now, something in his body seemed to wake up. He was not born to be a tenant farmer, and what really made his blood boil and his chest agitated was the battlefield of desperate struggle.
What's more, he can still stay by that person's side.
Huan Ji has known Yi Yan for a long time, and of course he knows this kid's temperament. As long as it's a decision he makes, it's hard for anyone to dissuade him. With a sigh, Huon Ji also took out the pancake in his arms and took a bite: "Yes. In this world, it's enough to have a bite to eat, how can you manage so much!"
Dian Pei wandered for hundreds of miles, isn't it just to eat? As long as the master's family can be trusted, it's nothing to give people their lives. I'm afraid this is not only the idea of Hon Ji, but also the thoughts of most Capricorns.
Yi Yan didn't answer, and silently ate the bran.
The people outside were worried, but in the ox cart, Liang Feng's spirit was much better. It may be that the encounter just now made him rekindle his will to survive, and the continuous high fever actually subsided a lot, leaving only a little heat. He may never return to the world he once was, trapped in such a frail and seriously ill body, but at least he still has the identity of a "gentleman" and memories from his previous life. In troubled times, this is already a precious treasure.
"Lang Jun, let's take two more doses of the medicine. The fever has just subsided, so be careful..." Beside the low couch, Lvzhu was holding a medicine bowl, persuading him reluctantly, only to hold the bowl and pour it hard.
I don't know if this girl is thirteen years old this year. In his time, it is estimated that she has just entered junior high school. Pampered by his parents, he won't move anything heavier than a schoolbag. But now, she is undressed and can't sleep at night. She has been serving her sick seedling for days and nights, and her eyes are black and blue.
Liang Feng sighed softly, took the porcelain bowl, and drank it. The bitter and sour medicinal taste fills the taste buds, and also dilutes the last trace of entanglement. No matter what, he should live. Live well.
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Just like this, we rushed all the way, and when the sun went down, the convoy finally hurried back to Liangfu. This place is on the border of Shangdang County, west of Gaodu. Looking from a distance, I can see a lot of houses scattered in the distance. Not quite the same as the dwellings of later generations, the structure of the Liang Mansion is more like a western manor, with a low fence as high as one person encircling the farms, orchards, and small mountain ridges, which should all belong to the Liang Mansion. In the distance, there is the main house with high walls. The shape is a bit like a small Wubao, and you can vaguely see a pavilion like a watchtower, which should be used for early warning.
The bullock cart passed the courtyard gate and moved slowly along the flat road. Someone may have already passed the report. At this moment, there is a panic in front of the gate of the main residence of Liang's house, and a dozen servants are busy preparing to welcome the return of the head of the family. After getting off the ox cart, Liang Feng saw Wu Yangyang kneeling behind the crowd at a glance, and a little doll carved in pink and jade was stepping on his feet and looking here. Obviously only three or four years old, but like the little adults, his face is very serious, but there are faint tears in his eyes, and his face is full of admiration.
Is this the cheap son? Liang Feng raised his eyebrows, he had never raised a child, but this little guy really inherited his father's good looks, and it was attractive to look at. After thinking about it, Liang Feng walked over.
Maybe he didn't expect his father to notice him, Liang Rong shuddered and his eyes widened in disbelief. The wet nurse kneeling beside him hurriedly reminded: "Rong'er Xiao Langjun, quickly greet the Lang Master!"
Only then did Liang Rong wake up and hurriedly knelt down and salute: "My father."
In the middle of the night, I don't know how long I have been waiting outside, and the little guy's face is almost frozen. Liang Feng stepped forward, stretched out his hand to help him up from the ground, and held the fleshy little hand: "Wait for a long time? Be good, come in."
Most people in the world have short lifespans, so they attach great importance to their offspring. Among the gentry, there are countless people who dote on their children. However, the Liang family is different. When Liang Rong was born, his mother, He, died of dystocia, and then his grandmother, Gao, died of illness. Therefore, Liang Feng has been honest with this biological son since he was a child.
With such a sudden move, let alone Liang Rong, even the maid behind him was stunned. However, after a moment of silence, Liang Rong immediately held his father's big hand tightly and followed him step by step, his small face almost buried in his wide sleeves. After a while, Liang Feng felt a little more wetness on his arm, probably because the little guy couldn't help crying. Holding a hand can provoke golden beans. It seems that the original owner didn't care much about his son. Come on, he survived a serious illness by chance. It would be too strange for this father to do something different from before.
Without talking nonsense, he led the little man beside him to the inner courtyard.
The two figures in brocade clothes walked slowly, the candles flickered, reflecting a long reflection, leaning on each other, and showing a warm and free and easy. Yi Yan suddenly felt a dull feeling in his heart, as if something was about to get out of control and disappear. He couldn't hold back and took two steps. However, before he got close, he was stopped by a servant on the side.
That is the inner courtyard, not everyone can enter, let alone a Jiehu who obviously has an alien blood. Seeing that the man was about to disappear into the courtyard, Yi Yan suddenly took a step forward and shouted loudly, "My lord!"
His voice was loud enough to be disrespectful, penetrating the long corridor and echoing in the thick night. The servants beside him all turned pale with fright and wanted to step forward to stop him. Liang Feng stopped in his footsteps, as if he had just remembered these Jie people, turned his head and said, "Take them down to wash and clean, throw away all the old clothes, and clean up the head lice and fleas. After the arrangements are made, bring them to see you tomorrow. I."
Parasites are the most likely to transmit malignant diseases, and Liang Feng is not interested in letting these guys who have been scrambling outside for an unknown period of time become the source of infection. Do a good job of sanitation first, disinfect and remove insects, and put everything else in the back.
This is really too extravagant for the next person. Is it because they despise these Capricorns for being too dirty? A Liang was stunned for a moment, then immediately bowed and said, "I'll take them down now."
Yiyan didn't expect to receive such an order, and the originally shining gray-blue eyes immediately dimmed. Could it be that the "personal bodyguard" was just a joke, but was taken seriously by him? Also, a Tinghou, how could he care about his Jiehu.
Gritting his teeth in embarrassment, he stopped talking, turned his head and followed A Liang out.
A group of slaves, of course, are not qualified to bathe in hot water. A Liang took several people to the river and ordered them to strip and jump in to wash off the dirt. On a March day, it was warm and cold, and the frozen river at night made people's teeth clench and tremble all over. However, the owner of the house was dead, how could the few Jie people dare to refute, one by one, they took off their clothes and jumped into the river.
After rubbing vigorously, A-liang asked them to untie their hair and clean the lice on their heads with a comb. How can the people with flat heads be so particular, a few Jie people combed their hair tremblingly, and after a while, a layer of lice fell on the ground. A Liang glanced at the filthy barbarians in disgust, and snorted: "When the grooming is finished, I will go into the water and rinse it well. This is the order of the master. If anyone doesn't take care of it cleanly, don't even think about staying there. Liang Mansion."
Yiyan didn't listen to Ah Liang's ramble, she cleaned her hair without saying a word, and braided the braid around her ear. This thing is called "hair dreadlocks", and it is the Zoroastrian tradition that Jie people believe in. Even if they moved to the Central Plains for several generations, it has not changed. After doing all this, he walked to the shore, picked up his new clothes, and was about to put them on. Something rolled from the clothes room and landed on the ground with a bang. It was a dagger, a self-defense weapon given to him by Liang Feng before.
Looking at the gorgeous dagger, Yi Yan took a deep breath, picked up the dagger, and carefully put it into his arms. No matter what arrangement that person will make tomorrow, he will not leave Liang Mansion. He has already recognized the "lord" and will never give up so easily!