Another year, autumn and winter came, and when the snow melted, Sun Ce's son was born. Zhou Yu chose a name for him, Sun Shao. Zhou Yu was also happy to have Lin'er, and Sun Ce named Zhou Yu's son Zhou Xun.
"There's a letter from Wu County." Xiao Qiao said, "Sun Lang is out hunting today and wants to come and see us."
Zhou Yu said: "Why do you go hunting again? You are already a father, and you don't rest at home."
Xiao Qiao: "How many days are you planning to stay with him?"
Zhou Yu said: "Let me arrange it, you are still in confinement, rest a little longer, don't worry about it."
This is the last time Sun Ce and Zhou Yu met each other half a year after they parted. Zhou Yu was uneasy, not knowing how to say something, coughing, and ordering someone to hold a banquet, clean the rooms, and wait for Sun Ce.
All afternoon, Zhou Yu was in a state of anxiety, not knowing what Sun Ce's intentions were for coming this time, perhaps because the child was born, and the quarrel last time was very tense, and there was a sense of reconciliation. Maybe just come and see...
Maybe it was thinking of him.
Zhou Yu was playing the piano in the hall, feeling unspeakably irritable. Not long after, one of the strings broke, and he didn't want to bother to pick it up, so he coughed a few times and leaned against the couch to sleep. Just before noon, I had a nightmare and woke up suddenly, but I couldn't remember what I saw in the dream for a while, so I sat in such a groggy way from morning to dusk.
His subordinates had already lined up the banquet, but Sun Ce had not arrived. Zhou Yu asked Xiao Qiao to eat first, and sat and waited for him.
The weather was very cold, with fine snow floating in the sky. By the time the lamps were lighted, the wine had been warmed three times, and the dishes had already been cooled thoroughly. It seemed that Sun Ce would not come. Zhou Yu was very depressed and didn't want to eat.
Until the first watch, when the sound of horseshoes came from outside, Zhou Yu straightened his robe and got up to meet him. The long street was brightly lit, but it was not Sun Ce who entered the mansion, but a messenger.
"Report-"
"Aren't you coming?" Zhou Yu said casually, "That's all, needless to say."
Zhou Yu turned around and was about to return to the hall. The messenger gasped for breath and replied, "The general left the city today to hunt. On the way to Danyang, he was attacked by an assassin..."
Zhou Yu was startled suddenly, and just as he was about to turn around, a sharp blade came to his back!
Zhou Yu was so shocked that he was almost caught by the assassin's sneak attack, and turned around suddenly, only to see the assassin's eyes were fierce. Zhou Yu roared, "Come on!"
Zhou Yu rushed into the hall, a tea cup flew away, and then overturned the table with a "shua", and the cup and pot shot out. After fighting for a moment of breath, he drew out the Red Army sword and swiped it with his hand. The assassin retreated, and the guards outside the door rushed.
The hall was in chaos, the assassin had been subdued, Zhou Yu said: "Don't kill him!"
The assassin let out a hateful laugh, and Zhou Yu said, "Tie it up."
The assassin lowered his head slowly, and fell silent. Zhou Yu was startled, and stepped forward to inspect, only to see that the assassin had poison hidden between his teeth.
Who is this? Zhou Yu never thought that someone hated him so much. When he came back to his senses, he looked at the man's weapon, which had a poisonous blue light on it.
"Report—" Another messenger came.
At night, Zhou Yu's heart beat violently.
"Lord Prefect," the messenger said, "General Sun went hunting in the city and was assassinated. He has withdrawn to Wu County."
The courier handed over a box, opened it left and right, and inside was a broken arrow with blood on it.
"Where did you hit the arrow?" Zhou Yu trembled, feeling that the voice no longer belonged to him.
"Arrow shot in the face." The messenger said.
Zhou Yu said, "How is the situation?"
The messenger said: "Injured both cheeks, but missed the vital point."
Zhou Yu calmed down a little, and leaned against the front of the corridor as if collapsed, Xiao Qiao appeared from one side, her face pale, obviously frightened.
In the middle of the night, Zhou Yu sent the messenger back, went back to the room and started packing.
"It's too dangerous," Xiao Qiao said, "Zhou Lang."
While preparing the package, Zhou Yu said, "I have to go and have a look, otherwise I won't worry."
Xiao Qiao put one hand on Zhou Yu's bag, and the two looked at each other for a long time. Finally, Xiao Qiao had no choice but to say, "Be careful on the road."
Zhou Yu nodded. When he left Danyang, he took 200 soldiers and drove overnight, taking the official road to Wu County, and the horses were exhausted from running. When he arrived in Wu County, Zhou Yu almost collapsed on his knees.
Inside the prefect's mansion, Sun Quan was sitting with a group of counselors, when Zhou Yu was reported outside, and everyone stopped talking.
"How is it?" Zhou Yu asked, "Where is the doctor?"
Sun Quan's eyes were red, and Zhou Yu felt ashamed when he saw the solemnity in the hall.
"Didn't you say you were shot in the face?" Zhou Yu said with a trembling voice, "So serious?"
A doctor said: "The arrow that hit the general was poisoned with blood-quenching rust, and the wound was severely corroded. It can only be stopped with medicine, but there is no antidote."
Another doctor said: "It's winter now, the rotting blood can be stopped, and there is no danger of life. Governor, please rest assured."
Zhou Yu asked about the situation, first went to the back hall to pay homage to his mother and Mrs. Sun, and then met with Da Qiao. Da Qiao cried so hard that he couldn't breathe, and said: "You persuade him, I think he... even wants to die."
Zhou Yu said: "It's just a face injury, nothing will happen, just think about it."
Da Qiao choked up and said, "The mirrors in the room have all been removed, just for fear that he won't be able to think about it for a while."
"Let me see," Zhou Yu whispered, "Don't make a sound."
Da Qiao brought Zhou Yu to the outside of Sun Ce's room. Zhou Yu looked in through the window pane, and saw a man lying motionless on the couch in the dim room, his face covered in bandages.
"I see." Zhou Yu said to Da Qiao after returning.
"He doesn't let people see his appearance," Da Qiao said, "He is not willing to change his dressing..."
"I'll take care of him," Zhou Yu said.
Zhou Yu went out, ordered someone to bring a black cloth strip, stood in front of the porch for a while, covered his eyes with the black cloth strip, walked outside Sun Ce's room, opened the door and entered.
"Get out!" Sun Ce shouted.
"I."
Zhou Yu fumbled and closed the door, making a jerky creak.
Zhou Yu's face was pale, and standing under the same pale sky, he smiled at Sun Ce, blindfolded.
"you… "
"I."
Zhou Yu thought for a while and said, "The liver qi was blocked and my eyes turned red. The doctor applied some medicine to me and asked me to recuperate for a few months."
"Bo Fu?" Zhou Yu couldn't hear the voice, so he asked again.
Sun Ce didn't answer, Zhou Yu touched the furnishings in the room, walked over slowly, and touched Sun Ce's hand who was sitting on the couch. Zhou Yu's palms were cold, while Sun Ce's fingers were hot, and he curled up slowly.
Zhou Yu knelt on the ground, stood upright, felt Sun Ce's pulse gate, and felt Sun Ce's pulse. The black cloth strip in front of his eyebrows was wet.
"Do you have a fever?" Zhou Yu said.
Sun Ce still didn't answer, like a dead person, Zhou Yu touched his knees and got up, sat beside him, and reached out to touch his forehead. Sun Ce let out a long sigh, and finally leaned on Zhou Yu's shoulder, and Zhou Yu stretched out his arms to embrace him, and they were silent.
"Does it hurt?" Zhou Yu asked.
Sun Ce remained silent for a long time, and said, "I'm sorry for you, Gong Jin."
Zhou Yu replied, "Who bandaged it? It wasn't wrapped properly."
Sun Ce replied, "I asked them to make it."
Sun Ce's head and face were covered with bandages. The wound on his face hadn't healed yet, and now that he was covered with bandages, it would only ooze pus and rot. The best way is to apply medicine after washing with water, and then open it. It will heal quickly in winter and is not easy to rot.
"Untie it." Zhou Yu said, "Untie it quickly."
Zhou Yu stretched out his hand to remove Sun Ce's bandage. The bandage was stuck to the flesh, and he didn't dare to use force. Sun Ce only held Zhou Yu's hand very tightly.
Zhou Yu couldn't see anything, so naturally he couldn't use his strength. He coughed a few times, trembling all over, and asked, "Does it hurt?"
"Hemp." Sun Ce said, "This arrow is poisonous."
Zhou Yu said: "Wash the wound and bandage the wound. You have to be extra careful. Only after disinfection can you feel at ease."
Sun Ce didn't say anything, Zhou Yu gradually took off the bandage, and when he touched his skin, he felt hot again, obviously the inflammation had not disappeared, the wound was infected, and he still had a fever. Zhou Yu went out and ordered someone to bring in a pot of boiling water from a copper basin that had been scalded with charcoal fire, and after it cooled down, he personally washed Sun Ce's wound carefully.
Then he used Andrographis paniculata and other medicines, combined with medicinal materials for promoting blood circulation and promoting muscle growth, to relieve inflammation and pain for Sun Ce. Zhou Yu worked very slowly, as if he and Sun Ce had nothing else to do. The only important thing was to wipe Sun Ce carefully and wash away the pus and blood from the wound.
This work took them a whole day. Even though it was cold winter, Zhou Yu was sweating profusely.
"Okay." Zhou Yu said.
"Put the bandage on," Sun Ce said.
"Open it, get better soon." Zhou Yu said.
Sun Ce stopped insisting, and Zhou Yu asked someone to serve porridge again, blowing it cold for Sun Ce to eat. Sun Ce's wound was on the side of the cheek, and eating and drinking would affect the wound, so Zhou Yu asked someone to find a reed tube, put one end in the rice cereal, and asked Sun Ce to drink slowly.
"I'm going to have dinner." Zhou Yu said.
He came out with a water basin, and when he entered the hall, he took a look at the blindfold, the blood and pus mixed in the sewage, reflecting his appearance, and the pungent smell of medicine made his eyes red, and he couldn't stop it tears fall.
When Zhou Yu returned to the hall, Mrs. Wu, Zhou's mother, Sun Quan, and Da Qiao were at the same table, waiting for Zhou Yu. Zhou Yu finished eating in twos and said, "It will get better."
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Zhou Yu was about to go back to Sun Ce's room after eating, but Da Qiao chased after him, saying, "Gong Jin."
Zhou Yu sighed, turned around and said, "No matter what happens in the future, let's talk about it after passing this hurdle."
Sun Ce was lying on the couch. When Zhou Yu came back, he took off his clothes and went to touch Sun Ce's forehead.
Dressed in white, Zhou Yu leaned forward and touched Sun Ce's forehead with his lips.
"Are you full?" Sun Ce asked.
"Don't talk," Zhou Yu said, "If you are disturbing the wound, you should sleep in it."
Sun Ce replied, "My face will never get better. I look like a monster. If you look at it, you probably have to leave now."
"Even if it's a monster," Zhou Yu said, "I'd be happy to accompany you, as long as you don't dislike it."
Sun Ce pulled the corner of his mouth, and made a sound that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.
Zhou Yu leaned on the bed, wearing white clothes and white trousers, with black cloth strips in front of his eyes, like a handsome blind man, and said: "If you are cured and have scars, I'm afraid I'll dislike you, so I'll stab these tricks. It doesn't matter."
Sun Ce didn't speak. After a while, he stretched out his hand and put it on the back of Zhou Yu's hand.
"Do you know what's on the opposite wall?" Sun Ce's voice choked up uncontrollably.
"Don't cry." Zhou Yu hurriedly said, "As soon as the tears come down, today's kung fu is useless again, hold on...why are you crying?"
Sun Ce heaved a sigh of relief, and Zhou Yu asked to divert his attention, "What's on the opposite wall?"
"Kite." Sun Ce replied.
"Well, a kite." Zhou Yu said.
"When I recover from my injury," Sun Ce said, "I don't want to make a fuss anymore. When I go back to Chaohu Lake, I will still fly the kite and have a drink."
Zhou Yu said, "What does a kite look like?"
"It's still the one we bought when we were young." Sun Ce said, "It broke twice in the past ten years, and I pasted it with my own hands, and it's good."
Zhou Yu said "hmm" and said, "I don't really remember."
"Grey," Sun Ce said slowly, "blue wings, black eyes...the feathers are green, but faded."
"Where's the tail?" Zhou Yu said.
"It's colorful," Sun Ce said, "it's about to fall, it was dropped by Sun Quan."
Zhou Yu remembered that the children in their hometown would fly kites high enough and far enough, then twist the string and let it fly away freely. Only their kites would be taken back after they were released. Just like what Sun Ce meant, Zhou Yu himself was the kite, and the string was always held in Sun Ce's hand, as long as he pulled the string, he would come back to him.
"Is there any wine?" Sun Ce asked.
"You can't drink." Zhou Yu said, "I'll drink with you when you recover from the injury. Go to sleep."
Zhou Yu put down the tent and lay down next to Sun Ce, neither of them spoke. In the middle of the night, Sun Ce fell asleep, but his whole body moved and trembled violently, as if he was dreaming.
"Gongjin...Gongjin..." Sun Ce was sweating profusely, his hands and feet twitched, and he had a nightmare.
"I'm here." Zhou Yu said, "Bo Fu? Wake up! Bo Fu!"
Zhou Yu touched Sun Ce's forehead with his hand, and Sun Ce developed a high fever, and then screamed and fell off the bed.
"I don't!" Sun Ce shouted, "I'm not afraid of you!"
"Bo Fu! Sun Ce!" Zhou Yu shouted violently.
Sun Ce leaned against the table, vomited loudly, and vomited sour porridge all over the floor. Zhou Yu didn't care to call someone, stepped forward to hug him, and shouted: "Bo Fu!"
Sun Ce was still in shock, gasped for breath, retched a few times, and was carried back to bed by Zhou Yu.
Sun Ce's whole body was burning hot, and Zhou Yu could almost feel his burning like a lump of charcoal through his unlined clothes.
"Bo Fu." Zhou Yu said, "Wake up."
Someone opened the door and came in. Sun Ce immediately shouted, "Don't come in! No one is allowed to come in! Otherwise, I'll kill him!"
Zhou Yu immediately put down the tent to block Sun Ce. Sun Ce's eyes were wide open, and his lips trembled as he watched Zhou Yu gasping for breath. Zhou Yu lowered his head, and his cold lips touched Sun Ce's.
When Zhou Yu was a child, whenever Zhou Yu had nightmares, Zhou's mother would always comfort him in this way. Sure enough, Sun Ce's disturbance gradually calmed down.
"I dreamed about Yu Ji..." Sun Ce said, "I also dreamed about Xu Gong."
Zhou Yu guessed that most of the assassins this time were Xu Gong's disciples, but he didn't dare to say this, but only comforted him: "The matter of ghosts and gods is purely nothingness, so don't ask for trouble."
"I dreamed... I dreamed that someone was asking for my life." Sun Ce tremblingly said, "It was Yu Ji who saved me. He told me to turn back, turn back...don't kill anyone again."
Zhou Yu smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, Bo Fu."
Sun Ce finally calmed down, but he still held Zhou Yu's hand tightly.
Just as Zhou Yu got out of bed, Sun Ce asked warily, "Where are you going?"
"Cleaning." Zhou Yu said, "I'll give you some soothing soup."
Sun Ce was sweating uncontrollably. Zhou Yu applied a cold cloth towel on his forehead, wrote a prescription, and asked Lu Su to get the medicine quickly. Sun Ce hadn't eaten for several days, his qi deficiency was out of balance, his blood was hot and cold, and he was injured. What's more troublesome is that after the shock just now, the wound burst open, and the blood foam blocked the nasal cavity, intermittently, and the throat was full of blood and pus.
Zhou Yu didn't dare to let his servants come in to clean up. He couldn't see, and staggered to sweep away Sun Ce's vomit.
"Gongjin, I'm cold..." Sun Ce said tremblingly.
Zhou Yu went to bed and hugged Sun Ce. Sun Ce hugged him tightly and said, "Cold, cold..."
Zhou Yu's blindfold was wet a lot, he tried his best to control his voice, and said, "Drink some medicine later, it will be fine after drinking."
Sun Ce took a breath and calmed down.
Unknowingly, the morning bell rang again outside, the courtyard was covered with snow, Wu, Zhou's mother, Da Qiao, Lu Su, Zhang Zhao and others wanted to come in to visit, but Sun Ce was extremely sensitive and refused to let anyone in. Zhou Yu invited the doctor over again, lowered the curtain, and took out Sun Ce's hand for someone to feel the pulse.
The doctors looked dignified and did not dare to speak to their faces. Zhou Yu followed all the way out and asked, "I was disturbed by a nightmare last night. I already prescribed some requiem soup for him to drink."
"Heart disease is difficult to cure." The doctor said, "You have to calm down first and calm down. If you don't want to look directly at yourself, I'm afraid the subsequent injury will worsen. From what you've seen, what's the festering like?"
"I can't see." Zhou Yu replied, "He didn't want to take the medicine, so he had to be coaxed to do so. Or change to another medicine."
The doctor spread his hands and said: "I can't do anything, the general has a knot in his heart, so it can't be cured."
"Gongjin." Da Qiao came from the corridor and said, "Bo Fu is calling you, what should I do?"
Zhou Yu immediately turned around and went to Sun Ce's room. He heard Sun Ce's throat stuck inside, and he was still calling "Gong Jin" and "Gong Jin" intermittently...
Zhou Yu trembled all over, unable to push the door for a while, turned around and ran across the corridor, rushed into the snow, took off the cloth towel, knelt on the snow, and couldn't help crying.
Zhou Yu's cry was very desperate. Holding the snow with both hands, he fell on the ground and sobbed uncontrollably. After a while, he wiped his eyebrows and eyes with snow, and his face was flushed with snow foam on his forehead, temple hair, and eyebrows.
After noon, Zhou Yu returned to the room.
"Gongjin." Sun Ce knew it was him when he heard the footsteps.
Zhou Yu first supported the table, moved to the front of the couch, then supported the bed, touched the couch, and said "um".
"What did the doctor say?" Sun Ce asked.
"I told you to drink the medicine," Zhou Yu said in a heavy and serious voice, "you should get better. If you don't change the medicine, I'll leave right away."
Sun Ce said in a weak voice, "My throat is blocked, and the blood and phlegm can't go down."
Zhou Yu picked up Sun Ce. Sun Ce was eight to nine feet tall, hadn't eaten for four consecutive days, and vomited out what he had managed to eat yesterday. He was covered in sour sweat and lost nearly twenty catties. His body was so light that Zhou Yu felt uncomfortable.
"Take the medicine first." Zhou Yu said, and asked Sun Ce to lean against the head of the bed.
Sun Ce still had a fever, so he took the medicine slowly through a reed tube, and after a while, he vomited it out again with a "wow", coughing continuously, and his mouth was full of blood.
"I dreamed of Lu Bu." Sun Ce said, "He raised his head and came to ask for my life..."
"What is he asking for your life?" Zhou Yu couldn't help but laugh, "It's not the two of us who killed him."
Sun Ce replied, "I should have listened to your words, Xu Gong also came to ask for my life."
Zhou Yu replied, "I'm here, don't be afraid."
Zhou Yu was covered in the medicinal soup that Sun Ce vomited out, and he knew that he could not be allowed to drink it now. He had just drank a bowl and had to rest for a while, but he had to be given medicine.
Zhou Yu washed Sun Ce's face with clean water, and carefully applied the medicine with a feather. Sun Ce lay on the pillow with his face upturned.
"Gongjin, sometimes I like you and hate you at the same time."
"how?"
"I hate you for not listening to me."
"I hate you sometimes too."
"When?"
"For example now." Zhou Yu sighed, put down the medicine bowl, and said, "I also hate you for not listening to me."
Sun Ce poured in from the window at dusk, and Sun Ce coughed a few times with difficulty, showing a helpless smile. Zhou Yu put a piece of cloth near Sun Ce's mouth, and sucked the blood mixed with saliva from the corner of his lips.
"I think the two of us have known each other for so long, we quarreled and quarreled, and the quarrel was only about who listened to... whoever." Sun Ce coughed a few times, and Zhou Yu hurriedly stroked his back.
"As long as you can recover," Zhou Yu said, "I will listen to you from now on. Don't cough, the wound will be broken again later."
Sun Ce lay helplessly on the couch.
Zhou Yu said: "As long as you are good, I can do anything. If you die because of this face, I will..."
As the sun went down, the room darkened, and a drop of water fell into the copper basin, making a soft sound.
I don't know where the flute is playing. It was late in the west mountain, but there was darkness in front of Zhou Yu's eyes. He moved his ears, and heard the sound of the flute outside suddenly rising, lingering, and then soul-stirring.
"What about you?" Sun Ce asked.
"I'm not alive anymore." Zhou Yu replied in a low voice, then took Sun Ce's hand and placed it on his chest.
"What time is it?" Sun Ce asked.
"The lamp is on, you sleep for a while."
Zhou Yu and Sun Ce lay side by side. Sun Ce didn't sleep, and Zhou Yu said, "Sleep, I won't dream again tonight."
"I'm cold." Sun Ce said.
Zhou Yu reached into Sun Ce's undershirt and touched his ribs. This was the fifth day after being hit by the arrow. Sun Ce's fever was a little scary at first, but now it gradually receded. Zhou Yu felt relieved, hugged him, and warmed him with his own body temperature.