Huai'an Temple

Seek a job in office and do your duty.The two of Fan Xie have been teaching doctors for a year, keeping their records, arresting robbers and Anmin.At the top, the county guards hold him in high esteem, and at the bottom, he is in awe of the heads of Guizhou.

In the county, there are always eight Cao Caoshis who are serving.The number of people is far from enough, so Xie Jun is still in charge of offering sacrifices to scriptures and studying history.Fan Hui is also in charge of convictions and prison sentences, and large-scale litigation.

The eight people worked together sincerely, with great friendship, brotherhood, Fan Hui was the youngest, all the officials called Xiaoba, and the common people called Fan Baye.

Xie Jun has already started to reorganize the disease medicine, set up the Chongyaofang and the Puji Bureau.Sanjing prescriptions, compilation of pharmacopoeia, all doctors are grateful that he never hides private things for himself, and all support him.

Xie Jun met Fan Huiping on his return trip by chance, and talked about it, and said with great interest: "They actually spontaneously went to the bureau to take turns sitting in the hall, it's like hanging the pot to help the world! The people's blessing!"

Fan Hui's footsteps were a little stiff, and he said disdainfully: "You are really gold, silver, and ancestral prescription, and you gave it away without blinking an eye. Who is hanging the pot?"

Xie Jun didn't care, just asked: "Your ankle still hurts? Why don't you let me do it?"

Fan Hui said: "It's okay, two days will be fine. These mountain women and wild men just can't move. When he hits you, he is very powerful. If you hit him, he will immediately roll around and stick to you. I can't kill them all. So it's better not to mess with it!"

Xie Jun suddenly smiled and said: "I found that you are more sophisticated than me, and you are trustworthy. For such a small matter, you ran so far without saying anything, and you didn't avoid trouble."

Fan Hui nodded: "I have to do what I promise. I never break my promise. There is not much money, but for the money, how many days does the child have to get up early and stay in the dark?"

Xie Jun, however, kept laughing, as if he had heard the most ridiculous joke in the world, and finally, after Fan Hui asked several times, he managed to catch his breath and called out: "Xiao Xiangjun...just keeps his promise. Haha Ha ha."

Fan Hui ignored him.

This time, Fan Hui chased a small thief, and even chased him for two or three hundred miles, until he found his house.The whole family defended their shortcomings, relatives, relatives, friends and neighbors all rushed forward.

Just as there was a lot of trouble, Xie Jun came out of the small medicine shop at the entrance of the village carrying a medicine box, and happened to bump into him.With a flash in his hand, there was an extra brass eyebrow stick.Before he could make a move, he was stopped by Fan Hui, who took the eyebrow stick back for him...

In the end, the thief was finally caught and found dirty, and he was thrown to the local guards, and Fan Xie and the two returned home.

Just walked on the official road, you can see the sky.Xie Jun took a look at the sky and said: "The clouds are dark and the sky is high, the rain can't be light, I'll go back and borrow an umbrella."

Fan Hui said: "Forget it, why bother."

Xie Jun shook his head: "You still have a wound on your head, it's going to rain, it won't get better." He pointed to the stone arch bridge in the dry river: "You wait for me under that bridge, don't get wet."

Fan Hui persuaded again: "Brother, when did I become so squeamish? You go back here because of the use."

Xie Junxiu raised his eyebrows: "I'm willing to pamper you, so what? You just wait for me where you are, don't run around!"

Fan Hui choked on his sudden bluntness.He walked to the bottom of the bridge with a snickering smile, sat upright, waved his hand and said, "It's still Madam who loves me! Go early and come back early."

Xie Jun snorted coldly: "Wait until you come back and get beaten!" Then he turned and went back.

Fan Hui looked up at Xie Jun's back, crowned his hair in a bun, and was meticulous.The shoulders are straight and the sleeves are fluttering.Walking in the courtyard, the belt is dusty.I only feel obsessed and addicted, and I am drunk without wine.

Not long after, it was raining heavily, Fan Hui hid under the bridge, leaned against the bridge hole, took off his boots, unwrapped Xie Jun's medicine cloth, looked at his right ankle, it was bruised, purple and black, but fortunately, his bones were fine.

When Xie Jun walked back to the pharmacy, it was already raining heavily.He was originally here to exchange information with the in-house doctor, so as soon as he turned back, the shopkeeper knew what he was coming for, thanked him for leaving the scriptures, and found him a new white oil-paper umbrella.

Xie Jun saluted and thanked him, and when he was about to leave, a young woman rushed into the door, holding a three or four-year-old child in her arms.His face was purple, his whole body was hot, and he was breathing but not breathing.

The doctor sitting in the shop had to check the pulse and look at the face. Xie Jun let out an oops, tore off the child's skirt, flipped his fingers over, and pierced the child's throat with three golden needles to the heart to relieve his shortness of breath.After hugging the child, he shouted back: "Find a croton!"

Turning around, he asked the woman again: "Don't worry, ma'am, there is help. Is there a needle and thread?"

Xie Jun pricked the small eyes of the croton with the tip of a needle, tied it with a thin thread, put it in the child's mouth, and said softly: "Young master, you can still hear me, swallow it."

The child followed the instructions with difficulty, and swallowed the croton hard, halfway through, Xie Jun pulled the string and pulled the croton out.

The child's throat was numb and itchy, and he was still holding his breath.Xie Jun didn't mind wiping the croton on the front of his shirt, rubbing the phlegm all over his body.Then stuff the croton into the child's mouth and let him swallow it.

After repeated several times, the boy finally couldn't hold back and coughed violently.Xie Jun reacted quickly, turned the boy's body sideways, and let him rest on his arm.Not long after, not only did he cough out the stuck phlegm, his throat became numb and itchy, he also vomited one after another, completely clearing up.

Seeing him slowing down, Xie Jun breathed a sigh of relief, handed the child to his mother and said: "It's not winter yet, even if you feel a little cold, don't cover the child with so many clothes. Children are very angry, and fever and convulsions are very dangerous. "

The woman hugged the child and thanked her so much, Xie Jun found a piece of linen, wiped the sleeves of the clothes slightly, held up a paper umbrella, and walked into the heavy rain.

As soon as I arrived at the official road, I saw boundless yellow water overflowing to my feet, getting deeper and deeper.Xie Jun lifted the skirt of his clothes and hurried two steps.From a distance, I saw that the water under the Hanhe bridge had risen so high that it had already sunk.Presumably there was a mountain torrent, and the water was rushing.

Xie Jun didn't know where Fan Hui was hiding, so he could only look around.After a while without success, when he looked under the bridge again, his eyes froze, and he saw Fan Hui's dagger stuck in the stone wall under the arch bridge...

Xie Jun's complexion changed drastically, as if a thorn had sprung up on his back.He jumped into the water two or three times, and saw that the hilt of the dagger was downwards, and it was inserted obliquely, not too deep.According to Fan Hui's habit of using swords, this angle must mean that his posture is out of order and he doesn't even step on the ground...

Xie Jun took out the short sword with all his strength, raised the sword and walked downstream.The medicine box is tucked in his arms, and the umbrella is carried behind his back.Xie Jun walked slower and slower, his body was drenched, his hair was disheveled, and his brows were furrowed.

Fan Hui is from Handan. Although he has lived in Guangling for many years, he has never been able to swim.Especially when the mountain torrents are rapid.

His clothes were muddy, his face was covered by long hair, his fists were clenched tightly, his whole body was cramped, pale and wrinkled.Half of his body was still submerged in the water, and his belt was hanging from a tree root.

When Xie Jun saw Fan Hui again, he looked like this.

"..."

With just one glance, Xie Jun saw that the small joints of the person in front of him were already stiff, so he wanted to look back.But the man obviously had two scabbards around his waist, but a dagger was missing.The black gauze Wuzhui crown is pressed under the leg, the right foot is bare, and the ankle bone is bruised.

Xie Yun was stunned for a long while, the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, and his eyes were red.She tiptoed forward, hugged Fan Hui preciously, tied her long hair carefully, and put on a gauze crown.

Then he gathered his clothes and wiped off the mud and dirt on his face.Return the dagger to its sheath and hang it on his waist.

Let him sit under the tree with his legs crossed, um, he doesn't like to sit upright, Xie Yun thought.

After looking at it a few times, as if he was satisfied with his rectification, Xie Jun smiled strangely with red eyes.

Eyebrows are mournful, grief is overwhelming, lips and teeth are flying, joy is beyond control.

Xie Jun twisted his whole face and untied his belt.He passed this white belt through his hand, although he went out to be a small official, it was just out of interest.In his heart, he is still the noble and cherished third son. The material of this cloth is made of silk, which is smooth to the touch and extremely tough.

Xie Jun shook his hand, hung his belt on the tree, and tied it in a dead knot.He held onto the branch with one hand, looked down at Fan Hui, and said softly, "Wait for me, don't run around..."

He hanged himself by hanging himself with a rope.

It's just a promise, two paragraphs of twists and turns, life and death are bound together, and love is extremely deep.

Fan Hui stood in front of a huge stone mirror in a daze, sighed deeply, and slowly sat down cross-legged.

It turned out that his past life was so heinous, too many to write down.That also explains why this life is so unlucky, the disaster star is present, and he should die early.

Just why can't I see my next life?Fan Hui tilted his head in doubt, isn't it the Sansheng Stone?Do we have to wait longer?

Fan Hui was playing with the dagger in his waist, and there was only one left. Although reincarnated, he didn't need a weapon, but this dagger was given by Xie Jun, so it was gone, and he felt very distressed.

As soon as he thought of Xie Jun, he heard the sound of breaking wind. Before Fan Hui could react, he saw a dagger nailed in front of him. The blade was white and blue, and the mouth was short and narrow. It was his right sword!

Fan Hui stared at the dagger, and suddenly thought of a possibility.Then his whole body trembled more and more violently, and his heart was panicked, terrified and restless.

Don't dare to look back.

Xie Jun walked up and down slowly, sat cross-legged on the ground, leaning against Fan Hui's body, his whole body was limp, and he began to sob silently.His chest and abdomen heaved and his shoulders shook, but there were no tears.

Fan Hui still didn't dare to look back, but just clenched his teeth, his face was stern, and he slapped himself hard in the face.

Xie Jun stretched out his hand to stop him, only to hold him down with both hands.With four eyes facing each other, Xie Jun was still weeping silently without tears.

At a glance, Fan Hui saw that Xie Yun's throat was sunken. The Adam's apple, which was originally round and small, was now an ugly and twisted fold.Stretching out his hand to caress, Fan Hui asked in a panic: "What's the matter? You are... elder brother!" Fan Hui seemed to be heartbroken, his internal organs were in a mess.

"He said it wasn't a catastrophe... Brother, you, if you don't make a bond with me, no, no, it's fine if you haven't met me! If... yes, if..." Fan Hui has been incoherent.

Xie Jun stretched out his hand to cover Fan Hui's mouth, blocked the words, slowly opened and closed his lips, and said a little bit silently: Since the first meeting, it's hard to leave.

Fan Hui raised his head and closed his eyes, his face was pale and snow-green, and the mole under his eyes was as bright as blood, bright red.

Fan Hui's short life is only 19 years, and he will die if he is not crowned.There is a boundless sea of ​​bitterness up and down Suhui, and Xiejun is the only small island in this water.