Better to live forever [Rebirth]

After school in the evening, Zhu Dingbei took Ning Heng to his house to fetch lanterns.

Although the few people behind wanted to join in the fun, but in the early morning of spring, fearing that the family would be worried, they obediently got into their carriage and left.

When they arrived at Zhenbeihou's Mansion, the old lady insisted on staying in Zhenbeihou's mansion for dinner, thinking that Fang Fang came out of the palace, the mansion was deserted, and there was no one to take care of her elders, so she took him pitifully and carefully. Asked about physical daily life.

After such a delay, the outside world was already darkened.

Old Master Hou patted his thigh and said: "Why are you leaving? How long has it been since you arrived at Changxinhou's Mansion? What does it sound like a child is sleeping so late?"

He looked at Ning Heng's body with a grimace, and said in a serious manner: "Ah Heng, look at longevity and let him go to bed early. If he sleeps less, he won't grow taller of course."

Zhu Dingbei jumped up and struck out in a rage. The grandparents and grandchildren gesticulated Zhujiaquan for a long time before being blasted away by the old lady dumbfounded.

It was not the first time Ning Heng stayed at Zhu's house, he was not unnatural at all, and he was not polite to Zhu Dingbei.

Seeing this, Zhu Shuisheng was also very happy. If it weren't for the presence of Lord Changxin, the young master would probably stay up late at night again tonight.He joyfully brought two water basins with the young servant and asked the two young masters to warm their feet before going to bed.While wiping his face, Zhu Dingbei looked at Ning Heng's soles in disbelief, and couldn't help but put his own feet on his feet to gesture——

Zhu Dingbei had a dirty face, obviously he was only born ten months earlier than him, how could this person's bones be so broad.

Thinking of old master Hou's teasing, he resentfully stomped on Ning Heng to vent his anger.

He has two major worries now, one is the skin that cannot be tanned, and the other is the height that is not in a hurry.

In his last life in Northern Xinjiang, he should be about as tall as a steed this year, but now he hasn't grown at all.He was afraid that he would really become a soft-legged shrimp of the Luo Jing family after leaving northern Xinjiang. During this period of time, he was very consciously chomping on meat, and he had to exercise every morning when he got up early.

But...it didn't work.

Ning Heng was not annoyed when he trampled on him, he smiled and clamped his fair feet.

Zhu Dingbei wanted to move away, but Ning Heng stopped him. Seeing that he was defeated, Zhu Dingbei joined the battle with his other foot.The two fought fiercely, clattering, clattering, the outcome was not decided, the water in the wooden basin splashed all over the ground, and the heat suddenly lost.

Shuisheng covered his mouth and smiled, and the two of them calmed down after bringing up the water and adding hot water.

Ning Heng pressed him with the sole of his foot, and it was surprisingly comfortable. Zhu Dingbei simply enjoyed his flattering service, and hummed the amusing tune of walking horses in Beijiang leisurely and contentedly.Seeing that he was happy, Ning Heng also grinned, his two dimples were deep, as if asking for something cheap.

Like Zhu Dingbei's hands, although the soles of his feet are fair, the soles and heels are very rough.After all, since I was a child, I have been running outside the Great Wall, and the tender skin on the soles of my feet has turned into dead flesh, which is hard.

In comparison, Ning Heng's toes were soft and delicate, so he had to use more strength to massage the acupuncture points on the soles of his feet.

Zhu Shuisheng poured water and cleaned up the mess. Seeing the two young masters taking off their outer clothes and sleeping on their pillows, he felt happier than having won the New Year Seal.

It's been a long time since I saw the young master so mischievous, seeing him playing around today, Shui Sheng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It would be great if Marquis Changxin could sleep with the young master every day.

Shui Sheng thought.

I don't know if it's because he got Ning Heng's foot massage before going to bed, his blood and energy are smooth, and Zhu Dingbei sleeps much more peacefully at night than before.

until the early hours of the morning.

Zhu Dingbei has a strict schedule, went to bed early last night, and woke up earlier than before, and dreams are most likely to occur at this time.

"Brother, do you see what I brought you?" The elder brother jumped off the horse and handed a wolf cub to him.

Zhu Dingbei looked up happily, but saw his brother lying on the horse's back dripping with blood, his left leg was bleeding, and everything below his knee... was gone.

Brother!

Zhu Dingbei rushed forward, but for some reason he ran into an empty mourning hall.

He frowned and walked forward, seeing the spirit tablet covered with dust and cobwebs that was randomly discarded on the ground, he was dissatisfied that the descendants of the mourning hall were unfilial and made the ancestors rest in peace, so he felt compassionate.Bending down, picked up the spirit card, but saw——

The spiritual position of Zhu Zhenliang, the first-rank soldier and horse commander.

The spiritual seat of the Zhumen Gao family.

The spirit seat of Zhenbei Hou Zhu Zhengbei.

He was taken aback, he didn't know when he saw a coffin in front of him.He opened it in fear, and there was a piece of rotting flesh and blood inside. There was no complete human figure, only broken limbs.

But he recognized the clothes.

no no!

Father!Mother!Brother!No, you must not die!

He reached into the coffin and groped, but broke the carrion.Zhu Dingbei felt severe pain in his heart, and wept loudly: Father——

Ning Heng was awakened, only Zhu Dingbei's panting and low roar could be heard in the dark room.

The voice was suppressed, and Zhu Dingbei didn't know what kind of nightmare he had, and even his teeth were shaking.He suppressed his voice and roared in his dream, but outside his dream he was like a young lone wolf in the snow, curled up unable to make any sound for help.

Ning Heng was startled, when he touched Zhu Dingbei's body, he felt that his whole body was burning hot, but his body was covered in cold sweat.He hurriedly hugged Zhu Dingbei into his arms, and shouted a few times in a low voice, but he couldn't wake him up.Ning Heng hurriedly groped around Zhu Dingbei's hair, fixed the position, and rubbed it vigorously.It took a quarter of an hour for Zhu Dingbei to settle down, and his breathing became long again.

Ning Heng frowned, feeling for Zhu Dingbei's pulse.

The pulse was ups and downs, and Ning Heng was surprised by his own judgment: he had been depressed for a long time, had short sleep and little sleep, and his body was weak.

how so……

Ning Heng remembered the rumors that Zhu Dingbei was dying when he returned to Beijing from outside the Great Wall, and what happened to him outside the Great Wall, he was so frightened.

Ning Heng hugged him and patted his back gently, thinking about something, and never fell asleep again.

Zhu Dingbei got up very late the next day, and his morning exercise was delayed.He also completely forgot the dream he had last night, stretched himself, kicked Ning Heng, who was sleeping soundly with his eyes closed, turned over him and said, "Get up quickly."

Today the master is talking about the art of war, Zhu Dingbei has expectations and is more active than ever.

Ning Heng didn't seem to wake up, he put on his clothes quietly, and ate very little breakfast. After getting into the carriage for a while, his head rested on his lap, and he didn't move.

Zhu Dingbei didn't know whether to laugh or cry, today he knew that Master Changxin was so drowsy, it was really difficult for him to be the first to arrive at the school.

After yesterday's battle, Ma Chao became much quieter, without looking behind him, as if Zhu Dingbei and others did not exist.

The old master also likes Zhu Dingbei in the art of war class. Unlike Master Huang, the old master values ​​his background in the Zhu family army, and thinks he must have an understanding of the art of war.

Zhu Dingbei often has something to say, but there is nothing surprising about what is said in the book.The old master thought that he returned to Luojing before he was nine years old, and no matter how strict the Zhu family man would not let an eight-year-old boy go to the battlefield, it was not easy to have such an opinion, so he praised him a few times, and the number of times he was clicked was less up.

Zhu Dingbei also lacked interest.Originally thought that the old master could have some great insights, but unexpectedly, it was just talk on paper.Few of the sons of the aristocratic families of Guozixue originally joined the army, and the purpose of entering the school to learn some methods and insights from the art of war is the purpose of teaching.

The excitement at the beginning also disappeared when the bucket of cold water was poured into my head.

A day later, Ning Heng followed Zhu Dingbei back to the Zhenbeihou Mansion.

He brought homemade medical pillows, the old lady, Lao Hou Ye and Zhu Dingbei each had one, and Lao Hou Ye also got an extra medicine belt for his knees and waist to treat his joint pain.

The old lady beamed with joy, and praised Ning Heng for being thoughtful, and finally said: "You child, don't work on yourself in the future, these things, you just give a prescription to let the people below do the work."

Although she didn't point it out, Ning Heng understood her intention.

The Zhu family's kindness to him does not require him to reciprocate. I hope he can feel more comfortable here and don't always take these things to heart.

Ning Heng complied obediently and left another dinner.

Seeing that the old lady only advised Ning Heng, Zhu Dingbei wished that he would become a fat man with one bite, so he couldn't help but gloated and laughed.Although the craftsmanship from Zhenbeihou's Mansion is not as good as that of Changxinhou's Mansion, it is a good thing to make Ning Heng more favored.

After the meal, after talking for a while, Ning Heng got up and saluted the old Hou Ye, saying that he had something to ask for advice.

The grandparents and grandchildren wondered, and the old Hou Ye would naturally not refuse.

When we arrived at the study in the front yard, the old Hou Ye said, "What's the matter with Ah Heng, but it's okay to say."

If Zhu Dingbei can't hear it, it must be because of some difficulties in Changxinhou's residence.He will help if he can.

But Ning Heng talked about his good grandson: "Grandpa Zhu, when Changsheng first returned to the capital, there was an imperial physician who diagnosed and prescribed a prescription. I don't know which imperial physician it is. Can you have reservations about the pulse case?"

Old Hou Ye was startled, and said the name of the imperial physician.The pulse case was kept by the old lady in the backyard, and it was inconvenient at this time, so he asked, "Why does Ah Heng ask like that?"

"Ning Heng has a little understanding of the art of distorting yellow. The night before yesterday, Changsheng was haunted by a nightmare. His heart palpitations and qi deficiency, and he was covered in cold sweat. I checked his pulse and discussed with my masters all night..." Ning Heng paused as he spoke, His face was a bit ugly, and he said: "When Changsheng was seriously injured outside the Great Wall, what other accidents did he encounter?"

The old Hou Ye had already noticed that Zhu Dingbei had something on his mind, and Zhu Dingbei didn't say anything, so he didn't think about it. After all, his grandson was just a child, so how could he have such deep thoughts?

Only then did I realize that I was thinking too easily.

He frowned, thought carefully about the cause and effect, and said in a deep voice: "Changsheng fell off the horse because the horse was tampered with. Before that, there was no abnormality around him."

If it was just a fall from a horse, even though the situation is dangerous, he is confident that his grandson will never be scared out of his mind because of the pain.But what is it that makes Zhu Dingbei so sad, and why can't he speak to himself as a grandfather?Old Hou Ye couldn't figure it out, did he ignore something, or was there something he never knew?

After hearing the words, Ning Heng was silent for a while, and then said: "Now we can only rely on Changsheng to walk out by himself. We can't put too much pressure on him, let alone force him. Let him relax and be happy."

Old Hou Ye nodded cautiously.

"Changsheng has changed a lot since he returned to Luojing... His temperament is still so out of tune, but he doesn't like to go out, he is not as nonsense as before." He thought of something again, and said: "It must be that he has something in his heart, A year has passed, and he hasn't even grown in size. In the past, he grew up every year when he saw the wind, how could it be like this, the more careful he is raised, the thinner he becomes."

He is not as careful as a woman, but he is very concerned about Zhu Dingbei, and he can see it in his eyes.

The old Hou Ye was worried, Ning Heng said: "There is a tranquilizer in the pillow, let Changsheng use it for a while to see. From now on, I will disturb the house from time to time to check his pulse."

Old Hou Ye naturally did not refuse, but he still hesitated and said, "Should I ask the imperial physician to take a look?"

Ning Heng was a child, so the old Hou Ye naturally felt that the imperial physician was more reliable.

Ning Heng shook his head and vetoed it.

Of course, I know best about my own body. Since Zhu Dingbei deliberately concealed it, the old Hou Ye naturally couldn't make it public, so he didn't know about it, and it would be fine as it was in the past.

Ning Heng explained a lot to the old Hou Ye, and he got to the bottom of it: none of the masters in his mansion who taught medical skills were better than the imperial doctors in the palace.

In the middle of the night, when Ning Heng came to Zhu Dingbei's small courtyard, the courtyard was brightly lit.

Zhu Shuisheng was guarding outside the door. When he saw him, he rushed up to meet him, pointed to the inside, and said softly: "The young master is asleep."

Ning Heng walked lightly, seeing that his hands and feet were spread wide, and he was lying on his back in a shapeless sleep, enjoying himself.The lights in the room danced, reflecting the innocent look on his face in deep sleep.

Ning Heng's tense face gradually softened, revealing his first smile in two days.