Jincheng flower hour

Zhou Jing went to the south of the city in the early morning. The fire in the south of the city has not been completely extinguished, and some places are still burning.Zhou Jing poured a bucket of well water on himself and poured water from the head. He ignored the obstruction of the Han soldiers and broke into the burning street.Every time a corpse or a wounded soldier passed by, Zhou Jing would stop to look at it. The night was dark, only the light from the fire in the wind brought on and off lighting.When Zhou Jing rushed in, he seemed desperate, but in the process of searching, he was very calm. The flames burned his face red and scorched his hair. He still didn't leave, and with great intentions, he searched one place after another.The Han army who participated in the battle in the south of the city told him that the remnant soldiers in the south of the city were either captured or dead.Among the captured soldiers, Zhou Jing could not find Wei Jia, and he probably died here.

He remembered playing chess with Wei Jia, who was a prisoner, in the tent of the Han army. The two of them sat on the floor, concentrating on the chessboard, going back and forth.Zhou Jing invaded Wei Jia's position. Seeing that Wei Jia's big dragon was about to be slaughtered, Wei Jia scratched his head in distress: "Zimu treats me so cruelly, I think he offended you at some point in the past." Zhou Jing was expressionless. Tizi said, "When did you beat me?"

At that time, the two were already opposing each other, and each was their own master, but it seemed as if they were still in Wei's mansion. They played chess in the breeze-breathing pavilion, listening to the murmur of the flowing water comfortably. Often, Wei Jia would be beaten by Zhou Jing on the chessboard until he ran away with his head in his arms. , and Zhou Jing was a little complacent, and never showed mercy.

Thinking back now, those leisurely and companionable days in Wei Mansion were quite memorable. Zhou Jing once thought that this was pretty good. He even felt very relieved to see the warm scenes between him and his daughter during those days in Wei Mansion.

Now I feel that even in the tent of the Han army, it is a beautiful thing for the two of them to be together quietly, listening to the knocking of the chess pieces.

Zhou Jing turned over a corpse lying on the ground, identified it was wrong, and then went to check the other one, walking around the burnt area, Zhou Jing's hands and face were stained with charcoal ash, and his clothes were wet with sweat.

In fact, Zhou Jing doesn't know it anymore, so what if he finds it?So what if I can't find it?And in this world, this person may have disappeared, but only a skin remains, and it will rot, stink, and turn into a handful of dirt.

At that time, in the tent of the Han army, if he was locked up just like that, it would be great to let him go after the battle of Jinguan City was over.But Zhou Jing knew that Wei Jia had his own will, he was from the side of the King of Shu, and he left his wife and daughter in Jinguan City.

He has people he cares about and is owned by others.

When they were young, the two had similar identities, and they were reading at the same table. At that time, they were even closer than brothers and sisters. Later, they gradually drifted apart, but they never lost contact. Later, they shook hands and treated each other as close friends. friend.

Today, what I did was just to perform the duties of a friend and collect his corpse.

Death is always cold and hopeless. More than ten years ago, a family was brutally murdered. Zhou Jing lost one family after another. He knew exactly what death was.His heart was very still, like a puddle of stagnant water, pitch black, unable to stir up any ripples.

Zhou Jing stood up while leaning on the dilapidated earthen wall. He was staggered by the heat and smoke, and was exhausted. He licked his chapped lips and continued to walk forward. He felt that he must have missed something, so he looked for it again.

As he walked, Zhou Jing saw an old man dressed as a servant struggling to drag a "corpse" in a burned-out house.The coat of the "corpse" was gone, and it was only wearing close-fitting clothing, which was stained with blood.Zhou Jing didn't immediately recognize who the old man was dragging, but he recognized the old man at a glance. It was Wei Jia's old servant Wei Dong.

When Zhou Jing recognized the old man, the old man had obviously recognized Zhou Jing as well.

Zhou Jing was in a daze, and then quickly stepped forward. He knelt on the ground, grabbed Wei Jia's wrist, and felt for his pulse.His heart beat violently with his pulse.Zhou Jing didn't have time to check on Wei Jia's injuries, he helped the old man carry him onto the horse, Zhou Jing told him: "Send it to Zhou's house, I will bring the medicine there later."

The old man nodded silently, covered Wei Jia with a broken straw mat, and led the horse away.

Zhou Jing walked out of the alley, with the faint moon in the sky and the coolness brought by the morning breeze, he tidied up his tired appearance and walked towards the Han army.

When he entered the south of the city, he had the determination to burn everything, but at this time he reorganized his mood, left the south of the city on horseback, and headed for the Palace of the King of Shu.

Zhou Jing hurriedly washed off the stains on his hands and face, and rushed to the Shu Palace.His clothes have not been changed, and they are as messy as if they had been rolled in the battlefield.However, the palace of King Shu was also in a mess. Zhou Jing stepped over the collapsed wooden beams and went to report to the main hall.When the King of Han saw him coming, he pointed to the wooden table on one side and said, "I'm looking for Mr. Lao. Mr. Lao wrote a letter to An Min. I'll let someone post it later." Spread out the silk book, hold the pen for a while, and write with ease.

The call to action was submitted, and the soldiers posted it on the market place, and the people's hearts were stable.

Afterwards, Zhou Jing left the Shu Palace without any attendants, and the patrolling Han soldiers did not dare to stop him or interrogate him, knowing that he was Mr. Zimu.Zhou Jing rode alone to the west of the city, and came to Zhou's house that had been swallowed up by weeds.

He carried sore medicine, knives and needles, cloth strips and other treatment items from the military medical camp on his body, and he knew a little about medical skills.

The old servant of the Wei family used to come to the Zhou residence with Wei Jia, he was familiar with this place, and he hid Wei Jia in a dilapidated small courtyard.Zhou Jing walked along the veranda, and found that the weeds on the stone steps were trampled. He followed the traces and came to a room that had been abandoned for more than ten years.

Pushing open the door, Wei Jia was lying in a corner, unconscious, with an old servant by his side to take care of him.

Zhou Jing stepped forward, whispered a few words to the old servant, and the old servant left.Zhou Jing stared at Wei Jia's blood-stained face, feeling sad, and wiped away a drop of blood from Wei Jia's cheek with his thumb.

"Bosh..."

Zhou Jing closed his eyes in pain to calm down his ups and downs.

Afterwards, Zhou Jing began to take off all the clothes on Wei Jia's body. He inspected the wound inch by inch. Wei Jia had two arrow wounds on his back and thigh. Because he was wearing armor when he was injured, the stabs were not deep, but a lot of blood flowed out. There was a burn on the arm and many other small wounds.

The old servant filled the water with an discarded earthen jar in the kitchen. Zhou Jing wiped the blood on Wei Jia's face and body with a damp cloth. .

Although the old servant tried his best to help Wei Jia stop the bleeding, what he used was only herbal medicine, and the effect was very limited.

Zhou Jing cleaned up the herbs and checked Wei Jia's wound. He found that there was still an arrowhead in the bloody wound on his back.

"Wei Dong, you support Bo Xu, and I will dig his shoulders."

The old servant helped Wei Jia up, Zhou Jing's hand holding the knife did not tremble, it was very steady, the tip of the knife stirred in the wound, Wei Jia groaned in pain, Zhou Jing dug blood from his hand, his face was covered in cold sweat, his pale face was no better than Wei Jia's a bit.

Digging out the arrowhead with difficulty, Zhou Jing quickly sprinkled medicine on Wei Jia's wound and tied it up.Zhou Jing's hands were bloody and tears were streaming down his face. Although he had the talent for maneuvering, he was only a literati after all, and it would still be scary to face such a bloody scene calmly, let alone this person he cared deeply about.

Fortunately, for the arrow wound on his back, the arrowhead was pulled out earlier, and there was no residue in the body, only need to be cleaned and bandaged.

After treating all the wounds on Wei Jia's body, Zhou Jing took off his robe and put it on Wei Jia's naked body.Zhou Jing was exhausted and sat beside Wei Jia, he held on to Wei Jia's hand, his eyes were staring, and he didn't say a word.

The old servants picked up worn-out curtains, dishes and other things from the yard and piled them up in the room.

"Wei Dong, I'm here to see Bo Xu, you go and buy some food."

Only then did Zhou Jing move his body, took out the money from his pocket, and handed it to the old servant.

The south of the city was burned last night, and the Wei Mansion was also burned. The master and servant are now poor.

"Thank you, Mr. Zhou, sir, this saved the life of the general."

Wei Dong knelt and kowtowed, he knew that Zhou Jing was working for the King of Han, he was risking his own life to save Wei Jia.

"He and I are life and death friends, there is no need to thank him, you go."

Saving Wei Jia is worth Zhou Jing's risk.At this moment, listening to Wei Jia's even breathing and sitting beside Wei Jia, Zhou Jing's heart was as calm as a pool of autumn water.

Wei Jia, who was seriously injured, was in a coma for two days in Zhou Zhai. When he woke up, he found that he was not in the south of the city, but was in a different place, and he was still alive.

When Wei Jia woke up, he was conscious. Seeing that he was in the mansion, wearing Zhou Jing's robe, and his wound was healed, he knew that it was Zhou Jing who saved him.

Wei Jia got up from the couch and looked at the starlight outside the door. It wasn't Zhou Jing who he asked, but his wife and daughter in the south of the city.

After the old servant informed that the city was broken, Wei Jia's wife took their daughter and fled. I heard that they went along with the wives of some officials in the south of the city.

Wei Jia got up staggeringly, anxious to stay on the bed, but when his feet hit the ground, he staggered and fell to the ground, the old servant hurried to help him.

Wei Jia knew that he was sick and weak and unable to walk, so he obediently returned to the couch and lay down.

This night, Zhou Jing came.

The two met in the dark, Wei Jia saw Zhou Jing and wanted to get up excitedly, Zhou Jing held him down.Zhou Jing sat beside Wei Jia, put his hand on Wei Jia's forehead to measure the temperature, and felt Wei Jia's pulse. Wei Jia was quiet and obedient.

"Zimu, you shouldn't come here again."

Wei Jia lay on the pillow, looking at Zhou Jing, his voice was hoarse.

Zhou Jing took his time and took out his clothes and a few boiled eggs from his bag.

"My own home, why can't I come here?"

Zhou Jing peeled off an egg, held on to the egg, and fed it to Wei Jia.

Wei Jia had no appetite at first, he was exhausted by the pain, but he couldn't bear to keep Zhou Jingbai busy, so he ate an egg, one small egg, and finished it in three bites.

"Bo Xu, I inquired about my sister-in-law. She took her child and went to Linqiong."

Zhou Jing continued to peel the second egg, but his words were not turbulent.

After the fire in the south of the city, the Wei Mansion was burned, and Zhou Jing went to the wrecked Wei Mansion on purpose to ask the neighbors near the Wei Mansion.Although Wei's wife had always treated Zhou Jing contemptuously, Zhou Jing didn't want anything to happen to Wei Jia's wife and daughter.

Hearing the news about his wife and daughter, Wei Jia firmly grabbed Zhou Jing's wrist, and asked eagerly, "But will you evacuate with my father?"

Zhou Jing's expression changed slightly, but Wei Jia would not notice it, Zhou Jing murmured: "That's right."

Wei Jia smiled, eyebrows and eyes curled up, even in the dark, Zhou Jing still saw the smile on his face, Zhou Jing also smiled slightly.

Although Wei Jia and his wife have a weak relationship and temperament, but this woman is his wife after all, and he needs to take care of her.What's more, daughter Aying is Wei Jia's favorite, and there is such a deep affection between father and daughter.

"You can recuperate here at ease."

"Thank you Zimu."

Wei Jia felt that thousands of words were not enough to express his gratitude.

"You helped me a lot too."

12 years ago, Zhou Jing escaped from Jinguan City after his family was killed, and got a lot of help from Wei Jia.

Zhou Jing handed the second egg to Wei Jia, fearing that the egg would choke his throat, Zhou Jing brought a bowl of water and gave Wei Jia two sips of water first.

Zhou Jing like this is very gentle, just like when he was a teenager.The young Zhou Jing, beautiful and gentle, is especially friendly to Wei Jia, and Zi Mu has never changed.Wei Jia ate the eggs, filled with guilt.

That night, Zhou Jing changed the medicine for the arrow wound on Wei Jia's thigh. He took off Wei Jia's pants and leaned on Wei Jia.The old servant Wei Dong held up a candle to illuminate it, Zhou Jing looked calm, he only focused on Wei Jia's injury, and never took a second look at other places.

Zhou Jing put on the medicine and bandaged it up, then pulled up Wei Jia's trousers, wrapped his arms around Wei Jia's waist, and tied Wei Jia's trouser belt.

After doing this, the two were relatively speechless.Zhou Jing got up and was about to leave, but Wei Jia grabbed his arm suddenly.Zhou Jing looked at Wei Jia, but Wei Jia hesitated to speak, but finally let go of his hand.

When they were young at that time, the two were separated due to the military chaos in Jinguan City, which resulted in many things not being clarified. Once they missed it, things would be different.