Three Kingdoms Guo Jia's growth diary

At that time, it was late spring and March, the Shangsi Festival, and the prefect of the county personally held the ritual of exorcism. (A custom of offering sacrifices by the water and praying to get rid of bad luck.)

On this day, men, women and children, old and young, all wear fresh clothes and go out for a spring outing in the suburbs.Young men and women can meet freely by the water facing the sun in the east.

In a place like Yingchuan, where well-dressed gentry gather together, the ritual of exorcism is extremely lively. Thousands of chariots and horses line up along the river, each of which is more luxurious than the other.Scholars gathered not far away to have a banquet, play the most popular game of Qushui Liushang, and compose poems while drinking, which is full of elegance and fun.

Looking from a distance, there is a beautiful and prosperous scene.

On such a beautiful day, Xi Fan was lying alone on the cold ground. He narrowly escaped death last night and suffered four sword wounds, one of which pierced his lung. Every breath was a torture.The instinct to survive allowed him to wrap up his wound and struggle to reach the vicinity of Yingshui. Today is Shangsi Day, and many people will pass by this road, so maybe he can be saved.

However, after dozens of cars passed by, no one was willing to stop for him for a while. Of course, it wasn't that those people didn't see him, but the blood stains on his body were a bit scary. Most people were afraid of getting into trouble, so they chose to turn a blind eye.

Finally, an ox cart stopped slowly, and a young man in green clothes followed his master's order, walked towards him quickly, stretched out his hand hesitantly, and checked his injuries.

I don't know what I saw, the face of the young man in green clothes suddenly changed color, he ran back to the side of the ox cart, bowed and said: "My lord, that man was seriously injured, there is a hole in his chest, if he can't survive, he will die at any time .”

A slightly regretful voice sounded in the car: "Oh, let's go, bad luck."

The bullock cart gradually moved away, leaving behind two rows of ruts and a wisp of scattered smoke and dust.Xie Yan laughed, but he actually couldn't see how deep the wound was, or he didn't dare to look at it carefully. Even his scalp felt numb when he looked at that hideous cut, and he didn't have the courage to take a second look, and he didn't have the strength to stretch it out. Looking around.

Can't survive?Xi Yan closed her eyes, feeling chills all over her body, and her mind gradually became a little blurred.

In a daze, his body suddenly lightened, and someone hugged him, it was a very warm embrace, exuding the fragrance of just bathing with orchid soup.He really wanted to see what this person looked like, but his eyelids were heavy and he couldn't open them at all.

For a period of time after that, he has been drowsy, sometimes unconscious, and sometimes he can feel that someone is changing his medicine.He was a somewhat peculiar person, sometimes quiet and calm, sometimes lively and funny, and when he gradually regained consciousness, he realized that they were two completely different people.

Xun Yu paid a lot of money to invite famous doctors, and Guo Jia used a very special method to cook and purify spirits, and sprinkled them in the room where he was recuperating.It is also proposed to make sheep intestines into thin threads, and let famous doctors sew up the wounds on his lungs layer by layer.

On the day when Xi Yan woke up, he felt something brushing against his forehead faintly at first, it was damp and cool, and it made his skin a little itchy, and then, the intense pain when he inhaled made him wake up suddenly.

As soon as he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was a young man with particularly clear eyes, who was withdrawing the pen from his forehead awkwardly. That's right, it was a Langhao pen dipped in an unknown red liquid.

Xun Yu's maid, Du Heng, looked strange, and took out a handkerchief to wipe his forehead. He asked, "Is there a mirror (mirror)? Let me see." He didn't speak for a long time, his voice was hoarse, and he was startled .The boy was unremarkable.

Du Heng fetched a very fine gold-plated four spirit mirror, and through the polished bronze mirror, Xi Fan saw a strange cinnabar pattern drawn on his forehead, like a spell.

"Mr. Zuo said that if you don't wake up, you will probably sleep forever in the ground. This is the magic talisman I saw in the "Book of Zhou". It can calm the soul and calm the soul. It seems to be really useful, hahaha..." Qingling Junxiu said The young man smiled and put the pen on the inkstone, and Fuxi sat up halfway, "You have been in a coma for three days, first drink some porridge to moisten your stomach."

Guo Jia was careful not to touch Xi Fan's wound.When feeding him porridge, I first put my hand on the side of the bowl to test the temperature.

In this comfortable afternoon, Xi Fan experienced being treated with care for the first time in his life.

The past is unbearable to look back on. If we say that those fleeting years are nightmares that Xi Yan doesn’t want to think about again in his life, after meeting Xun Yu and Guo Jia, he was redeemed and had a brand new start. These two people, for him , are very important people.

He likes to spend idle time with Guo Jia, playing games, boating, chatting, cooking wine, casual and at ease, he can say whatever he wants.Guo Jia is well-informed, and he will not think he is a weirdo just because of some shocking remarks and unusual actions.

Occasionally, in the middle of the night, he would suddenly be awakened by a nightmare, and deeply miss Xun Yu's warm and fragrant embrace.It's been so long that I almost can't remember what it was like. However, to the elegant and dignified Xun Wenruo, how can he say: I hope to be hugged again?

Most of the time, Xun Yu is a little serious, with a kind of gentle and polite alienation.Probably only for Guo Jia, will he indulge again and again.It's okay for him to be one step late, maybe a lifetime late, because what he wanted was not much.

The longer you can be friends with Wen Ruo and Feng Xiao, the better. It is best not to be alienated in this life, and not to ruin the friendship for anyone or for anything.

Xun Yu has already left. He wants to take care of Yanzhou's government affairs for Cao Cao, so he can't always take care of Guo Jia here.

Guo Jia also stopped pretending to be asleep, and lay on the couch with his legs crossed to bargain with Mr. Zuo. He looked at Zuo Jian as if accusing him, pitifully, "Mr. Zuo, can you boil the medicine dry and rub it into grains?" Xiaowanzi, I can drink some water and drink it down." Many traditional Chinese medicines will be made into pills in later generations.

Zuo Jian sneered: "Heh, twist it into small pills, it's so convenient to throw away, and you can stuff it in your sleeve if you don't want to eat it."

Guo Jia flattered: "I'm serious, Mister Zuo, give it a try. You are the best alchemist in the world today, and you will definitely be able to make a unique medicine."

Zuo Jian: "Then try it, if you dare to throw it into a small ball, believe it or not, I will twist your head off and stuff it in!"

Xi Yan threw Guo Jia a self-seeking look, and Guo Jia made a victory gesture.

Zuo Jian went down to boil the medicine, and two hours later, a plate of small pills was delivered. Guo Jia counted it, and there were sixty pills in total, "Mr. Zuo, is this half a month's dose?"

Zuo Jian shook his head: "This is the medicine for tonight and tomorrow morning. It is taken orally in two doses, thirty pills at a time." As he spoke, he suddenly widened his eyes and said in a low voice, "Why, you kid, are you trying to find an excuse again? Take medicine?"

"Don't dare, don't dare."

Guo Jia couldn't believe it, he was at a loss for a moment, and finally figured out a problem: Nowadays, there is no more advanced traditional Chinese medicine purification technology in the later generations, so how can so many pills be produced by boiling a dose of medicine?

Seeing Guo Jia wanting to cry but not crying, Xi Yan was unkindly happy, he handed Guo Jia a cup of hot water, and said with a smile: "Please."

Three days later, Guo Jia recovered from his illness and returned to report to the official office. He was immersed in his official duties when the guard came in and reported that a white-haired elder led Guo Jia's son into Puyang City and found the official office all the way.

Guo Jia was stunned. He had never touched a woman before. Where did his son come from?