The one who slept soundly that night was Mu Yang, and the other three had their own thoughts, thinking that it would be difficult to sleep late at night.
The next day Mu Yang got up early and said he was going out.
Ever since Mu Yang became ill, he has been staying in the house, one is because he is not in the mood due to illness, and the other is that he has no energy.
But this time he suddenly asked to go out. Seeing that his complexion was not good, Wen Yantong advised him to rest in the room and not to wander around.
But Mu Yang was unwilling, he said, "I've been here in Yibei for so long, and I haven't had a good look at what it looks like here yet."
Wen Yantong said, "It's not too late to wait until you recover."
Mu Yang smiled slightly, but didn't answer.
He seemed to have realized that he had few days left to live, and he no longer argued with Wen Yantong like before, but begged pitifully, "Let me go out and have a look."
In the end, Chi Jingxi agreed.
Wen Yantong followed Mu Yang closely, and the two of them went to the tallest tower in Yibei City. The stairs in the tower were one after another. If you want to go to the top of the tower, you can only take the stairs.
Wen Yantong is the one who lacks the most exercise on weekdays, but he did not expect that Mu Yang was struggling even more than Wen Yantong on the way upstairs. He was fine at first, but after walking for a while, he was obviously breathing heavily, and he had to rest for a while after walking a few steps.
Mu Yang's head was covered with sweat, he seemed a little discouraged and annoyed at his own weakness, his brows were slightly furrowed, revealing a look of irritability.
Seeing this, Wen Yantong went down a few floors to Mu Yang's side, took out a brocade handkerchief to wipe Mu Yang's sweat, held his hand and said, "Go slowly, don't worry."
The backs of Mu Yang's hands were covered with red spots, which looked a little frightening, and the servants in the house were afraid that he would be contagious, so they didn't dare to approach him easily.
But Wen Yantong held his hand tightly without disdain, and pressed his palms together.
Wen Yantong is rare and gentle.
Although Mu Yang always quarrels with her on weekdays, he can think carefully about many things for Wen Yantong. He has an arrogant temper, but he will not easily make trouble for no reason, and he will not treat a person harshly because of his status.
Wen Yantong had long regarded him as a younger brother, a growing younger brother.
Mu Yang used Wen Yantong's hand as a support, and supported the wall with the other hand, followed her comfort and slowed down, walking up layer by layer.
When he reached the top of the pagoda, Mu Yang's clothes were almost soaked, and a gust of wind blew, making his whole body sticky.
The top of the tower is a balcony where you can look out. Standing by the railing, the two of you can see the bustling and colorful city of Yibei. There is an endless stream of pedestrians in the streets of the city, and you can faintly hear the noise coming from it.
Looking further away, there are mountains outside Yibei City, rolling up and down one after another, bathed in the sunlight of Saibei.
This is a completely different place from Chaoge, the wind is mixed with roughness, the men are strong, and the women are enchanting.
"I thought before, if I was born here, would I be like the man in Yibei, with dark skin and strong body?" Mu Yang lay on the railing lazily, "That's what a man should have." look."
Wen Yantong heard about it and looked sideways at him.
The wind lifted Mu Yang's long hair gently, the red strands intertwined with the black hair, making his eyebrows and eyes more delicate.
Mu Yang's complexion is the fairest among these people, and he should have inherited Mu Yuan. Although Mu Yuan has been on the battlefield for a long time and has been exposed to the wind and sun, he is still whiter than most girls when he takes off his shirt.
Wen Yantong said, "That's not right. It's not the kind of man who looks big and thick and waist is called a real man."
The sunlight fell on his eyebrows and eyes through his flying hair, he squinted slightly, and said, "Then what do you think is it?"
"In my opinion, a real man is not judged by his appearance." Wen Yantong smiled and said, "Young Master was calm and calm when he was seriously injured, Fu Zixian was agile when he was assassinated, and His Highness the Fifth Highness is also able to deal with tricks. We Chaoge's men look weak, but they are capable of writing and martial arts, and their minds are clever."
Mu Yang heard her examples one by one, and asked with a frown, "What about me?"
"You..." Wen Yantong deliberately slowed down his tone, and said with a smile, "You are responsible, courageous, and you can write with your left foot. You are the most powerful!"
When Mu Yang heard such a straightforward compliment, he leaned on the railing in embarrassment, buried half of his face in his sleeve, and laughed.
The two stood on a high place and looked down. After a moment of silence, Mu Yang said, "Although the men from Yibei are not as good as our men from Chaoge, the scenery here is very good."
Wen Yantong nodded, "It's just that the sun here is too strong, I've only stayed here for a long time, and I've got a tan."
Mu Yang said, "It's good for me to stay here."
Wen Yantong looked at him in surprise, "What nonsense are you talking about!"
"Although it's not as good as Chaoge here, it's not that bad." Mu Yang straightened his body, stretched his arms, and the warmth of the wind filled his face, sleeves, and chest for a moment, "Fortunately, the wind here Big, I might be able to ride the wind back to Chaoge."
Wen Yantong realized that Mu Yang seemed to be saying his last words, his nose was sore, he raised his hand and punched him, "Stop talking nonsense!"
Mu Yang glanced at her with a smile, and then stretched out his hands in front of him, the wind rolled up his sleeves, exposing the red spots on his arms. Mu Yang stared at those red spots, without saying a word for a long time.
Wen Yantong felt that there was fear and unwillingness in his heart, but upon closer inspection, Mu Yang's eyes were full of freedom and ease.
Wen Yantong held his arm, pulled down the sleeve, and said, "Don't think so much, we will definitely return to Yibei in good health."
Mu Yang sighed incredulously, but didn't answer.
Chi Jingxi, who was sitting in the house looking through the disease and epidemic records, Fu Zixian, who was studying the disease with the doctor in the medical hall, and Mu Yang, who was standing on the top of the pagoda, knew in their hearts that there was not much time left.
If there is no cure for this unknown disease for a few more days, Mu Yang will sleep in Yibei forever.
Only Wen Yantong firmly believed that she had a prescription in her sleeve and planned to go to the medical clinic to grab a prescription on the way back.
The prescription was the one that she copied from the previous consultation with several doctors, but she added three herbs in it.
Rattan osmanthus, Shansheng, Jingge flower.
These three herbs were the life-saving medicine for the Chang'an plague. In the plot of the original book, many people died in the plague in Chang’an. In order to prevent the spread of the disease, Chi Jingxi ruthlessly sealed off the city. Everyone in the Hou’s mansion was infected, but very few survived, even Lord Hou did not escape. plague.
In the end, after trying again and again with flesh and blood, and paying a huge price, the three life-saving medicinal materials were tried out.
Although Wen Yantong was still not sure whether Mu Yang had that illness, but at this critical juncture, he couldn't care less.
After the medicine was brought back, Wen Yantong asked people to bring the prescription to the doctor, and at the same time asked people to cook the medicine.
The military doctor went to see Chi Jingxi with the prescription, "This is the prescription given to me by Miss Wen."
Chi Jingxi lifted his eyes from the book, "How?"
"This prescription is similar to the previous one, except that three herbs are added. Among them, Shansheng is hot in nature, and vine and osmanthus are cold, so I'm afraid it's a bit counterintuitive." He put the prescription on Chi Jingxi's table, "Miss Wen has already ordered someone to cook it. Medicine."
Chi Jingxi took it over and found that it was indeed written by Wen Yantong, and asked, "Is there any problem with this medicine?"
The military doctor said, "When the medicinal materials that are compatible with each other enter the body, it will naturally cause some discomfort, but it should not be a major problem, but in my opinion, the effect should not be great."
Chi Jingxi said, "Since there is no problem, let her try."
The military doctor agreed and then resigned.
After the medicine was cooked, Wen Yantong brought it to Mu Yang's room in person, and saw him sitting at the table and seriously writing.
Wen Yantong said, "What are you writing? Come and drink the medicine."
Mu Yang seemed to be distressed, without raising his head, he said, "Let's put it away for now, I'll drink it later."
"No, drink the medicine while it's hot, come here quickly." Wen Yantong said sternly.
Mu Yang reluctantly put down his pen, walked up to her, and asked in confusion, "Why are you here to deliver the medicine today?"
"Of course." Wen Yantong said with a smile, "The medicine I gave is not ordinary, it is a fairy medicine."
Mu Yang only thought she was joking, and laughed a few times, "How long does it take for the medicine from Wen Shenxian to take effect?"
"If you hurry up, it will be effective tomorrow." Wen Yantong said.
Mu Yang didn't take it seriously, he drank the medicine bowl and grinned bitterly.
These days, Mu Yang is used to drinking medicine, and now he does not change his expression when drinking medicine, but he almost vomits when Wen Yantong brought this bitter bowl, "What kind of medicine is this? It will make me vomit bitterly. "
Wen Yantong said, "Good medicine tastes bitter."
Mu Yang stuck out his tongue and mumbled, "It's too bitter, I can't even feel my tongue!"
Just as he was talking, Chi Jingxi also walked in, holding a letter in his hand, and shook Mu Yang, "A letter from Uncle Mu."
As soon as Mu Yang heard that it belonged to Mu Yuan, he immediately rushed forward to pick it up, and couldn't wait to take it apart. After just one glance, his eyes instantly turned red, and the tears in his eyes seemed to be about to overflow.
Chi Jingxi patted Wen Yantong on the head.
Wen Yantong turned to look at him, his eyes were moist.
Without saying a word, Chi Jingxi took Wen Yantong's hand and left Mu Yang's room.
As soon as he went out, Wen Yantong let out a long breath of relief, and murmured, "As expected, the family letter is worth ten thousand gold."
Chi Jingxi was silent for a moment before saying, "Follow me."
He brought Wen Yantong into the room, and didn't speak immediately, as if he was considering how to speak.
Wen Yantong couldn't help asking, "What's wrong?"
Chi Jingxi pondered for a moment before slowly saying, "Yang'er's illness is an infectious disease."
She had expected this a long time ago, she was stunned, and asked, "There should be quite a few of them in Yibei City."
"The number reported to me today shows that there are more than 70 people infected with this erythema and six people died, but it is not sure whether it is accurate or not." Chi Jingxi said.
His face was calm, "Eight people in our house were infected and are now isolated in the backyard, you..."
"You want to ask me if I'm infected?" Wen Yantong said.
In fact, it is unnecessary to ask, because Wen Yantong has the most frequent contact with Mu Yang, so if the infectious disease brought by Mu Yang, it must be the first to spread to Wen Yantong.
Wen Yantong rolled up his sleeves, his arms were white and tender, without anything.
But it's hard to guarantee that there are no other places on her body, but Wen Yantong didn't care about these things. She grabbed Chi Jingxi's hand and asked, "Apart from red spots on the body, do people who are sick in our house or in the city have other symptoms?" Obvious symptoms?"
Chi Jingxi said, "It's still under investigation."
Wen Yantong only felt severe chest tightness, and didn't know what to say other than sighing.
Chi Jingxi told Wen Yantong to stay in the room for the time being, take medicine to prevent her, and not allow her to meet Mu Yang again.
Wen Yantong could only answer one by one. Chi Jingxi was afraid that she also had a disease, so she didn't stay with Wen Yantong any longer, so she let her go back after speaking.
When Yechi Jingxi stayed up all night, the lights in the room stayed on until dawn. Mu Yang hugged the letter that Mu Yuan had sent from Chaoge all the way, and fell asleep with the tears in the corners of his eyes.
Wen Yantong didn't sleep well, woke up several times throughout the night, and finally couldn't fall asleep, opened the window of the room and lay down on it, looking up at the sky.
The sky was full of stars, melting into the stillness of the night like a slow-moving Milky Way.
Tomorrow should be sunny.
Wen Yantong thought silently.
The author has something to say: [Mu Yuan's letter]:
My son, it is a hero to retreat from the enemy on the battlefield, and it is also a hero to guard the people in the city.
Return safely, forget the past.
In the story, I was able to hand Tongtong a bowl of magic medicine, but in reality, I can only entrust it to the medical staff fighting on the front line.
May spring bring us health and prosperity as well as the recovery of all things.