Chun Feng Du Jian

This day is thrilling, with all kinds of twists and turns, and it is frightening to think about.So that night, everyone braved the snow to rush on the road. Although it was very cold and difficult to walk, no one complained of suffering or tiredness. They only hoped to get away from Tianmen City as soon as possible.

Ah Que was still young and couldn't bear the sleepiness, and soon fell asleep again as the carriage bumped.However, he slept until midnight, perhaps the carriage ran over a stone, and the movement was too loud, which woke him up.He rubbed his eyes in a daze, and by the light of a small wind lamp, he saw Wen Heng leaning against the wall of the car in a daze, wondering what he was thinking.

"Sir?"

He still couldn't tell whether he was in a dream or awake, and he even forgot the strange awe he used to, and called whatever he thought of. It's acting like a baby.

As expected, Wen Heng was brought back to his senses by his call, leaned over and pulled his hand down, and asked softly, "I'm here, what's wrong?"

Ah Que blinked vigorously to clear his eyes: "Why don't you sleep, sir?"

Wen Heng looked down at him, and lightly pressed his palms on his eyelids: "I can't sleep."

His palms were cold, not the normal way of cooling.A Que grabbed his hand, feeling wrong: "Master, are you cold?"

"It's not cold." Wen Heng tried to pull off his hands and stuff them back into the cloak, "Sleep on your own, don't talk, be careful to get sleepy."

Ah Que silently turned over and sat up, climbed onto his lap, pulled the cloak to cover the two of them, and kept him warm with his own body temperature.Only then did he feel that Wen Heng's skirt was icy cold, but the body under the cloth exuded scalding heat.

Wen Heng watched helplessly as he settled himself down, and before he knew it, there was a warm little body in his arms.Ah Que seemed to suddenly become clingy, grasping his waist with hands and feet, wishing to stick his whole body to him.

The sleep in the evening not only did not relieve the wind-cold symptoms, but it became more serious. It's just that Wen Heng was afraid of shaking the morale of the army, so he deliberately concealed it. Only Ah Que, who has been closely by his side and is naturally keen, can detect it. one two.

The two were so close that their breath could be heard, and their heartbeats gradually merged into one.Although his actions didn't seem to alleviate the pain, it made Wen Heng feel a lot of pain, and he didn't feel uncomfortable for a while.

Wen Heng stretched out his hand to support Ah Que, lifted him up, and couldn't help laughing hoarsely: "It's really difficult. Who is cold?"

Aque muttered "don't care", buried her head in his shoulder, and suddenly asked in a low voice, "Is your master afraid?"

Wen Heng laughed: "What are you afraid of?"

As soon as the words came out, his heart moved, and he realized what Ah Que was asking.

Desperate to the end of the world, with an uncertain future, killing every step of the way... The Huashen Temple's accident was almost a narrow escape. Although he was able to kill the Huangying Gang with tricks and schemes, most of them were luck. They were the ones in the snow.

Not to mention that this was Wen Heng's first serious sword fight, even though the old man deserved to die, it was a human life after all.He has never even killed a chicken, and a living person died under his sword. No matter how calm he pretended to be, how could he be really indifferent in his heart?

He is not afraid, but he is here and must not bow his head to show weakness. He has to grit his teeth and endure the fear and pain, so that he can break free from the cocoon of the past as soon as possible and grow a spine that stands upright.

A Que raised her head from his arms, looking at Wen Heng's slightly haggard face from bottom to top.After a few days of running around, he quickly lost weight. Although the youthful youth is still there, the clear and distinct bone lines have been clearly revealed, faintly outlining the outline of this person in the future.He couldn't help reaching out to press Wen Heng's eyebrows, as if he wanted to smooth the shallow "Chuan" character, but Wen Heng stopped him halfway and held it in his hand.

"Hush. It's getting late, go to sleep."

He seemed to have really turned into a little sparrow whose wings were held by someone. After a weak struggle, he heard a low and gentle "good boy", and fell down with a corner of the cloak.

The night flew by, and when Ah Que woke up again, it was bright outside and the snow had stopped.Not far from the carriage, you can see the majestic city wall, with three big characters he doesn't recognize engraved on the city gate.

He was about to ask Wen Heng, but when he raised his eyes, he saw that his face was as pale as paper, his lips were dry and chapped due to the high fever, and even his eyes were not clear. When he touched his forehead again, it was burning like coals, and he was so frightened that he went crazy He knocked on the wall of the car and called someone: "Stop! Stop! Young Master is sick!"

Wen Heng's tinnitus continued, and he could vaguely hear his crying in a drowsy state. Just as he was about to speak, he broke out into an earth-shattering cough.That posture wanted to cough out all the viscera, as if a knife was stirring in his chest, and his throat was full of blood.He knew in his heart that his condition might not be good, but his limbs were as heavy as lead, and it was difficult to move no matter what, so he had to be supported by others, leaning against the wall of the car for strength.

The carriage stopped, and soon someone got in to check his pulse, but it was not Fan Yang, but another young guard.Wen Heng poured a few sips of cold water into Ah Que's hand, temporarily stopped coughing, and asked in a hissed voice, "Where's Fan Yang?"

"My lord, you can't stand the cold anymore, you need to take the medicine as soon as possible." The guard's face was sour, and he said in a low voice, "Brother Fan, his wound has deteriorated, and he is also developing a high fever."

Wen Heng suppressed a cough forcibly, and took a few breaths before he calmed down: "Stop ahead and find a place for the brothers to rest. How much medicine is left?"

The guard said: "We don't have enough wound medicine with us, and we used it up yesterday. My lord, Runing City is ahead, and this subordinate—"

Wen Heng stopped him, and said: "Runing City is a gate guarded by heaven, and the guards must be strict. I'm afraid you won't be able to pass the gate inspection when you enter the city. Set your feet first, and maybe you can try your luck in the nearby villages."

The guard nodded yes, and hurriedly got out of the car to deliver the order.Holding the water, Ah Que cautiously brought it to his lips: "My lord, drink some more water."

Wen Heng waved his hand to signal no, then suddenly remembered something, and asked an irrelevant question: "Aque, do you feel uncomfortable?"

Aqua shook his head blankly.

"It's fine if you don't have one." Wen Heng didn't explain the reason, but drove him aside, and said, "The wind and cold are overwhelming, stay away from me, don't recruit you too."

A Que pursed her lips and said stubbornly, "I'm not afraid."

Wen Heng wanted to knock on his stubborn head, but he really didn't have the strength, so he could only coax him perfunctorily, "Be obedient."

Ah Que understands that he can't make trouble for him, and is worried about his illness, but after all, he is weak, so he has no other choice but to be anxious. He can only hold Wen Heng's hand tightly, and watch him breathe gradually. Heavy, still unable to stop coughing one after another even in a semi-consciousness.

When the carriage stopped under a leeward wild slope, Wen Heng was already burned unconscious.Ah Que jumped out of the car and followed the crowd to look at Fan Yang, only to see that the two sword wounds on his body were oozing blood, staining the white cloth bright red, and he had the same high fever as Wen Heng, frowning and falling into a coma among.

Both those who could call the shots have fallen, and it is now that they have truly reached a desperate situation.

All the guards gathered together to discuss countermeasures, and someone said: "It's not an option to wait like this. It's better to split up. One person goes to the nearby village to find medicine, and the other pretends to enter the city. There may not be any medicine available in the village, and I'm afraid I can't find it all. Runing Although the city is risky, for the sake of Young Master and Big Brother Fan, we have no choice but to give it a try."

"Inappropriate." The other person hastily said, "When entering the city, we must check the customs clearance documents. We have no fake documents. Once the officers and soldiers are suspicious, we will know our identity by checking the arrest warrant. If we get caught in the fire and implicate the prince, wouldn't all previous efforts be wasted? ?”

Everyone thought about these words carefully, and they also felt that they were reasonable, and the embarrassment was stuck on the threshold of entering the city.However, if Wen Heng and Fan Yang's illness was delayed for a moment, it would become more sinister, and there was no room for them to hesitate.When everyone was making a difficult decision, a thin child's voice suddenly came from the side, whispering resolutely: "I'll go."

Ah Que stood outside the crowd, not as calm as a child of this age, and said seriously: "I am young, I can pretend to be a child from a nearby village, and go to the city to fetch medicine for my parents, without arousing suspicion."

There is no need for a customs certificate for Chuipiao, and Ah Que met unexpectedly in the Baoan Temple. Naturally, no one would associate him with the exiled Prince Qing's son. No matter how you look at it, the chances of him successfully entering the city without revealing his identity are high. biggest.

But with Fan Yang's lessons learned, the guards knew that Wen Heng would never allow a group of big men to sit idle, but instead let a child take risks.

"Brother Ah Que, if you have this kind of heart, the master will not hurt you for nothing." A young guard knelt down and patted him on the shoulder, and said softly: "But it is enough for us to do these things, you are still young. , you cannot be allowed to take such a risk.”

"I'm not afraid." Ah Que said stubbornly, "Young master wants to scold me, let him scold me. I'm only afraid of him..."

His throat choked and he couldn't speak.

The young guard followed him and his eyes turned slightly red.

Trying to calm down for a while, until the voice stopped shaking, Aque said: "Brothers, there is only one way now, Young Master and Brother Fan can't wait, let me try...you believe me, I will definitely bring the medicine back. "

All the guards looked at each other, but no one dared to nod their heads.The young guard hesitated for a moment, and finally stretched out his hand to put a heavy pressure on his shoulder, and said seriously: "The matter has come to this point, I have to take a risk. Ah Que, I entrust this matter to you, regardless of whether you can get into the city or not, your safety is guaranteed." Most importantly, if something happens to you, we will be ashamed to see you again, Young Master."

Ah Que looked back at Wen Heng's carriage, clenched his fists, and nodded to him.

Half an hour later, the defenders of Runing City stopped a thinly dressed child at the gate of the city.The child's face was so cold that his lips were blue and white, and he said to the defenders tremblingly: "Masters, my father can't get up, mother asked me to come to the city to get medicine." folded prescription.

The defender recognized some of the medicines and asked, "What disease does your father suffer from?"

The child timidly replied: "Father fell into the ditch last night, his back was scratched by a branch, and he was frozen all night, and now he is so burned that he is talking nonsense."

The garrison nodded, verified that it was correct, returned the prescription to him, moved sideways through a gap, and said, "Go in."

The child bowed again and again, collected the prescription, and ran into the city in a hurry.

Ah Que pulled someone on the street, asked where the pharmacy was, and trotted there, clutching the prescription and money.Dressed poorly, he acted realistically, and went to the cabinet to grab the medicine smoothly.Most of the trip had been successfully completed, he took the medicine bag and took a deep breath into the palm of his hand, thinking that Wen Heng and Fan Yang were finally saved, he couldn't help showing a slight smile on his face.

Just as he got off the steps of the pharmacy and was walking towards the street, he was suddenly patted on the shoulder from behind.Aque was startled, and almost missed the medicine bag. He lowered his head in a panic and clutched the string tightly, not daring to turn his head. He only caught a glimpse of a pair of dusty black boots from the corner of his eye.

A soft voice, like a poisonous snake, slowly crept up to the ears along the frozen neck: "Look, that restaurant over there."

As if her soul had been taken away by someone, Ah Que followed his instructions in a daze, and looked up.

There is a small two-story building in the wine flag exhibition place, and the upper body of a man who is eating wine is exposed by the open window.The man's clothes were ordinary, and his face was not unusual. The only special thing was that there was a large black tattoo on the skin of his neck. The pattern could not be seen clearly, and it extended to the collar.

"Did you see it? 'Embroidered face leopard' Li Qi. That is one of the nine dogs kept by the emperor, who was ordered to kill Prince Qing's son." With a smile in his voice, the man said with great interest, "As long as I recruit Beckon, he will notice you and me. How about it, do you want to try?"