Time-traveling Famous Doctors Are Hard to Find

Song Mingzhe and Linglong both have something on their minds, so it's not interesting to just eat dinner.The two settled it hastily, Song Mingzhe took the bowls and chopsticks to clean up under the stove, Linglong was in a daze on the table with a cup of tea.

"What's the matter, what's on your mind?" Song Mingzhe walked over with his sleeves rolled up, his elbows turned slightly red from being soaked in cold water, the well water was already freezing to the bone in the snow this season.

Linglong frowned, "It's been a few days since I left the capital, I don't know what happened to the sisters in the capital." Song Mingzhe paused as he wiped the table. After moving back and forth a few times, he finally opened his mouth as if he had made up his mind.

"I don't know about others. I'm afraid I know a little about Miss Ruyi in Furong Tower." Song Mingzhe simply sat down and told him everything he knew.

Miss Linglong shook her hand, and a cup of tea almost wet her skirt. "Are you serious?" Linglong's lips trembled, and Song Mingzhe slapped her thigh, "Sister, I'll call you sister, why should I lie to you!"

Linglong lowered her head, trying to put her trembling fingers on the skirt. "Do you know that before I left the capital, Ruyi made an outer room for a nobleman." Linglong, who has always been good at dancing, seemed to be carefully choosing her words, "If I guess correctly, that nobleman is the prince who has gone. Your Highness."

Now it was Song Mingzhe's turn to cover his mouth and stare wide-eyed. He thought of the heirless East Palace. Although it was an outhouse, it was a pregnant dancer.Cold sweat ran down his back, like a few bugs crawling down from the back of his head.Song Mingzhe touched his chest covered with old scars from tattoos, thinking that he was not wronged at all when he was kidnapped into Sima Prison, most of the innocent people who suffered from prison were just to kill the grass and roots, and cut off the prince A drop of blood still in the world.

Song Mingzhe and Linglong looked at each other speechlessly, both of them were speechless because of the shocking news just now.After a long time, Linglong finally recovered her voice, blinked her eyes, and suppressed a few tears.

"I knew that the person Ruyi wanted was high-ranked, so she decided to take the risk and use some extraordinary means. She was bound to get involved in the battle for the heir apparent in the capital. In all likelihood, she would not be able to survive in the capital and was sent to the The old senior official is a concubine, but she never expected that she would end up in such a miserable end." Miss Linglong showed a smile that was even more miserable than bitter, "I knew this before, but I tried to persuade her even if she was unhappy. "

Song Mingzhe also sighed, "She chose this path herself. If she is willing to give up, if she gains something, she must lose something." The two of them met each other in the middle of the night and finally rested separately.

Song Mingzhe was sleeping outside, listening to the howling wind outside the window, counting the time when he would sneak up to go to the store, tossing and turning without falling asleep.Unexpectedly, Linglong who was sleeping in the inner room was also tossing and turning. Song Mingzhe heard her restless breathing, the sound of the bracelet on her hand hitting the edge of the bed, and the sound of her long hair rubbing against the pillow.

"Can't sleep?" Song Mingzhe lay on his back on the bed, talking to Linglong through half a wall.Linglong hummed, "It feels like a big dream, and the people around me who are like flowers are gone as soon as they say they are gone. All the playmates I played with when I was young all left earlier than me, so why am I alive now?"

Song Mingzhe turned over and lay on his side on the bed so that he could talk to Linglong, "Haven't I heard you tell me about your childhood?"

Talking about her childhood, Linglong’s voice carried a hint of a smile, “When I was young, I was very naughty. I ran around in the fields with my neighbor’s little brother all day long, chasing other people’s sheep. The big yellow dog at the village saw us. It must be called out, we have spoiled Uncle Wu's dried wild vegetables and radishes."

"In a blink of an eye, Xixia soldiers came in, and there was blood everywhere. I was very scared, and ran home. Halfway, I saw my father with blood on his face, holding his last breath and telling me that my mother is gone, and my home is gone. If It’s not that the little brother next door killed a Xixia soldier who wanted to ruin me, the grass on my grave is probably tall now.”

Song Mingzhe listened to each other, and vaguely heard Linglong's walking, the sound of opening the box, and a few suppressed sobs.He was struck by waves of drowsiness, and finally fell asleep.

I don't know how long it took, Song Mingzhe got up cleverly, the bright moon was already in the sky outside the window, and the chill hit people.Song Mingzhe put on his coat lightly, pulled up his heels, the bird perched in a tree by the pond, and Song pushed the moon to leave the door.No one was seen along the way, Song Mingzhe lifted his belt and ran fast along the streets.

Suddenly there was a sound of horseshoes not far away, Song Mingzhe made a classic back roll, hid in someone's woodshed, calmly moved the sleeping cat, and made a comfortable place for himself sit down.

It's so late, don't tell me there is a Xixia army invading?Song Mingzhe was a little worried.

It was so late, and Gu Mingchong entered the mansion with a whip in his hand. His servants had already lit the lamps in the study, and several lieutenants had been waiting for a long time.Gu Mingchong raised his eyebrows, the sword eyebrows like temples were cold, his bronzed face was covered with a layer of murderous look, he licked his thin lips, "Is the news accurate?"

Several lieutenants looked at each other in blank dismay, and the leader took a step forward, "The last general's spies in Xixia have also been operating for many years, and there should be no false ones."

Gu Mingchong turned around and tapped his horsewhip on the geographical map on the wall, even showing a slight smile, "Since he dares to come, let's catch a turtle in a jar!"

"The general will send someone to prepare for the search!" The other bearded adjutant was the most impatient, already rubbing his hands and impatiently.

"Wait a minute," Gu Mingchong leaned on the chair hung with tiger skin, his eyes full of deep thought, "For so many years, the people of Xixia have always regarded us as a victim of the autumn wind at any time, now it's our turn to give him a big gift .”

"The end general understands!" Several adjutants agreed together, Gu Mingchong took the candle light, flipped through the mansion newspaper at a glance, took out a letter from the table, glanced up, glanced at the end, and then casually Throw the envelope into the brazier.The tongue of fire licked the letter paper, and when the words of King Xixia on it were clearly seen, they were all reduced to ashes and could no longer be recognized.

Gu Mingchong had one lamp for each person, and listening to the wind in the night, he pulled out a grid from the dark grid behind him, revealing the golden wolf head chest ornament that was broken in half.

"Are you okay." Song Mingzhe closed the door, rejecting the wind and snow all over the street.Before dawn, the wind from the extreme north brought the wind and snow from Xiliang. Song Mingzhe rubbed his hands and added a lot of charcoal to the brazier that was about to be extinguished.

Li Hao had already sat up halfway on the couch, Song Mingzhe checked the recovery of the wound, did this person really have no beast blood?The wound recovered well, without inflammation, and the edge of the wound began to heal. Song Mingzhe stared at the hairy navel with a sad face, wishing to see a birthmark in the shape of a swirl.

"What's wrong?" Li Hao lowered his head, looked at Song Mingzhe's huddled eyebrows, and couldn't help but make a sound.Song Mingzhe drooped his head. It's a pity that such a good case can't be studied from head to toe in his previous life.But I seem to have overlooked something important, what is it, Song Mingzhe slapped his head, puzzled.

Yawning, Song Mingzhe baked a sweet potato on the stove where the wounded and sick were warming up. After a while, the fragrant sweet potato smell permeated the whole room.

How do you say that, roasted sweet potatoes are worse than not being able to eat.Song Mingzhe was drooling and waiting for the sweet potatoes to be ripe, Li Hao wanted to pretend he didn't care, and tried to turn his head away, but the charming little fairy sweet potato fragrance just drilled and drilled into his nose.

Song Mingzhe gnawed on the roasted sweet potato, what can comfort the tired voice of staying up all night, if one roasted sweet potato can't solve it, then two.

"Let's chat?" Song Mingzhe hadn't wiped off the sweet potato dregs around his mouth, and leaned closer to Li Hao with his good-looking face, "Hehehe, the night is long and I don't want to sleep. Anyway, we are all up. We just happened to be holding candles Talking at night, anyway, I used to be on duty at night... I used to stay up often."

After Song Mingzhe finished speaking, the other party didn't answer, only the slightly undulating shadow on the wall, it could be seen that the other party moved the bedding slightly and was not asleep.

Song Mingzhe smacked his lips and cleared his throat, thinking about whether he was going to sing or tell a story.Song Mingzhe is incomplete in tone, and he has always regarded this defect as the racial defect of the Han people. He said that the ethnic minorities drank and sang and danced, and the Han people were blowing their hair after drinking.Song Mingzhe thought, as a dignified Han nationality, it's so normal that he can't sing two songs on the tune.

Thinking that his eyes fell on the red-eyed and black-haired man in front of him, with a tall nose bridge and deep sunken eye sockets, he looked like he could sit around a fire, roast a leg of lamb, and sing and dance vigorously.

"I don't sing very well, cough, why don't I tell you a story," Song Mingzhe scratched the back of his head, and decided to start the repertoire of the night shift, telling stories.There are all kinds of true and false stories in the hospital, but the only taboo is not to mention knocking on the door. Once you tell a story that includes knocking on the door, there will be patients on duty who will inexplicably deteriorate and die.

Song Mingzhe has personally experienced two times. Young students who don’t believe in evil insisted on telling the story of a ghost knocking on the door during the night shift. As soon as he told the story, there were three knocks on the door, and the bell in the duty room In Dazuo, several people were busy rescuing the busy people, and three patients who were recovering well on weekdays left that night.From then on, I was so scared that my juniors never dared to tell such stories when they were on night shift.

Song Mingzhe rolled his eyes, and decided that there was a mountain in the past, and there was a temple on the mountain. He was talking about the fierce bell on the snow mountain in the wonderful story of the world, and he was talking about a hut he saw in a trance on a snowy night. With the last strength, he ran over, as if the house was his last hope of survival.Song Mingzhe was thirsty when suddenly the door was hit by something heavy. Song Mingzhe yelled at the top of his voice. He yelled twice. calm down.

"I said you mortals are just cowards. How can we, who are used to seeing life and death, have seen all kinds of storms and waves? If you believe in ghosts and gods, there will be them, and if you don't believe them, you won't."

Li Hao had an incredible expression on his face, he had never seen such a thick-skinned person, as if he had choked his entire ribs.

The old god Song Mingzhe was there, and he used the poker to poke the brazier with crackling noises.Li Chen waited and waited, but still didn't get to the end of the story, and finally couldn't bear it.

"Let me tell the story instead." He looked far away, as if caught in a distant memory.

"Many, many years ago, there was a carefree little girl. Her face was like a red sunset flower, and her eyes were brighter than the stars in the sky. She was born to marry the best son in Xiliang."

"The little girl was separated from her family during a family visit after marriage, and she was left alone in a strange place. She was rescued by a boy from another country and was taken care of. She was very grateful to this boy and wanted to repay him with all her property."

"But the god of fate always likes to joke. In order to find the whereabouts of the girl, her father, brother and husband came to a foreign land together. They hurt many people. The girl finally understood that the distance between her and the boy in the other country was not overnight. Great lakes that can be filled."

"She bid farewell to the boy from another land quietly without leaving a word. Later she told her son that the foreign land is a beautiful place, the people there are very kind, the sons there are more considerate than those at home, and the women there are as gentle and affectionate as water. I hope that her son can bring a future without war in other lands."

Li Hao was talking, and found that his only audience had fallen asleep, dozing off bit by bit.He tried his best to prop up his body, covered Song Mingzhe with the thin quilt prepared for him beside the bed, and then lay back on his couch.

Outside the window, the snow drifts into the night sky, and the ground is covered with a thin layer of ice. The late birds do not know where to hide under the eaves of someone’s house. limit.

"Listen up, people of Xueyongguan. Today's Laba, our governor will give everyone a small packet of Laba porridge. Every household will receive rice according to the number of people. First come, first served." Mingzhe was no exception. Hearing that it was a good thing to give away porridge for nothing, he hurriedly held pancakes tied with hemp rope and stayed at the back of the long line in an orderly manner.

"How many people are there in the family?" The squinting soldier raised his head from a thick booklet and asked Song Mingzhe.

"Seventeen adults and children."

"We have household registration to check!"

"Don't tell me sooner! Hey——" Song Mingzhe stretched out a finger tremblingly, and Xiao Bing weighed a small bag of miscellaneous grains in his palm. The small bag was only the size of a palm, and it was sewn with coarse cloth, which was not very delicate.The little soldier stuffed the pocket of the little sandbag into Song Mingzhe's arms, and sent him away in twos and twos.Song Mingzhe took two steps before realizing that there were two small pockets in his hand, three in total.Song Mingzhe was so excited that he almost threw out the breakfast cake.

The uncles in the queue at the back were chatting, "How many do you get this year, and I will get three packs. The dolls are all grown up, and I can earn food by myself."

"It's enough for my family to get two packs. There is a shortage of food this winter, and we have received too much here. It's freezing and snowy, what should the soldiers guarding the city do?"

Song Mingzhe felt that his ideological awareness was too low, and after much deliberation, he felt that he should return the package.One pack of Linglong, one pack of Li Hao, what I ate every year, it’s okay if I don’t drink Laba porridge this year.

Song Mingzhe slipped behind the distribution team, behind his back, and put a pack of Laba food back into the basket.

Later, the small pockets sewn from this kind of coarse cloth became the prototype of sandbags that children love, and have been passed down to this day.