Rebirth: sailing a thousand times

Gu Sangongzi's words have already been exported, and it is hard to take back the water.He secretly spit at himself, wishing he could lick the basin of water clean.

He had no choice but to slip down from the stone bench again, knelt on the ground, and thought to himself, as soon as he met him, the good luck was gone, and only bad luck remained!

The coolness of the bluestone floor swims through his knees through his whole body. He is so weak that he puts one hand on his aching lower abdomen to keep a little warmth. superior.

"My lord..."

I was wrong, it was my fault that I shouldn't have come back to life, my fault was that I didn't starve myself to death, my fault was that I didn't fall asleep to death, my fault was that I shouldn't drink at the banquet, my fault was that I shouldn't have come to this lake pavilion...

I really want to cry!

Mu Qingfeng stood up slowly, leaned over to look at his slightly trembling shoulders, whether it was from the cold or fear, forcibly resisted the urge to hug him, and just stared at him without saying a word. His gaze was like a sharp sword, and he really wanted to split him in two, to cut out the sensible and soft Jia Fan who thought he would risk his life.

After waiting for a long time, Gu Shaobai's lips trembled, and his gaze still showed no regrets. Mu Qingfeng looked at him silently. Finally, he saw the man's eyes closed, his body tilted, and he fainted. past.

Mu Qingfeng turned pale with shock, bent down and hugged him into his arms, only to find that this body was as cold as ice, but his forehead was burning like fire.

He hurriedly took Gu Shaobai back to the room around the secluded road, and then told Zhou Ping to go to the front hall to say hello to the king of Mobei, saying that he was too drunk to rest first, and let Leng Dong embrace Gao Mian Li Zhishan carried it over.

Li Zhishan had just entered the door and was about to feel his pulse when he suddenly heard Mu Qingfeng say, "Look at the injury on his lower abdomen."

Hearing the words, the old man looked at him puzzled, of course he listened to the prince and untied Gu Shaobai's clothes, only to see blood stains the size of copper coins oozing from the bandages that were messily wrapped around his lower abdomen.

Li Zhishan muttered, which quack doctor who paid tens of millions could wrap the bandages so amateurishly, but once he took off the bandages, he froze.

He took care of the wound himself, so of course he was very familiar with it, but this person's appearance was clearly not that of little brother Jia, he raised his head and looked at Mu Qingfeng inquiringly.

Mu Qingfeng didn't intend to explain, but said in a deep voice, "Don't ask, heal the wound."

Li Zhishan bowed his head immediately, he understood, the more he knew, the sooner he died, obviously, Jia Fan was this person in disguise!

Gu Shaobai walked in a hurry, bought some medicines for sores on the way, was tired and bumpy all the way in the carriage, fell asleep when he arrived at the inn, and changed his medicine when he remembered. Of course, most of the time he still couldn’t remember, or remembered, but Self-hypnosis will not be too late to change tomorrow, just procrastinating like this, the wound that was about to heal, suddenly festered again.

Mu Qingfeng looked at the pile of bruises on his belly, and really wanted to pick him up and beat him hard, so as to make him remember.But, thinking about it, bullying patients is too inhumane, and finally decided to write down this account first, and wait until autumn to settle it.

Zhou Ping sent Gu Junxuan and his son off in front of the mansion, "Mr. Shaobai couldn't drink enough, fainted by the lake, caught a cold, and was rescued by my prince passing by. He just took the medicine and it is not suitable to move. Stay here to recuperate, and we will talk about it tomorrow."

Gu Junxuan and Gu Qingbai thanked Zhou Ping and got into the carriage, feeling a little confused.

Gu Qingbai: Father, the lord saved Shaobai and stayed to recuperate?

Father Gu: Is that the case?

Gu Qingbai: My lord, are you so kind to everyone?

Father Gu: If you can achieve something, it will benefit the world at the same time, probably!

Gu Qingbai: ...

Father Gu: ...

Even I don't believe what he said!

Gu Shaobai was drowsy from the fever, and still woke up in the middle of the night with pain.

Under the power of Anshen Decoction, he didn't know that Li Zhishan had given him needles, so the pain was pain, but it was indistinct.

In a trance, he was hot all over, curled up in a place, that place was as cool as jade, which greatly relieved the heat in his body, so he chased that place eagerly, embraced it tightly, and greedily absorbed it The temperature, even the pain, are no longer unbearable!

Mu Qingfeng hugged him tightly, felt the hot breath from the tip of his nose, and watched his curled and trembling eyelashes closely, like a young butterfly fluttering its wings, shaking off a bitter wing.

He kissed it softly, and the slight tremor fell on his lips and teeth, keenly like a clam shell closing suddenly, pinching one's skin painfully.

The next day, Gu Junxuan brought Gu Qingbai and a gift of thanks early in the morning to pay a visit to Mu Qingfeng.

Mu Qingfeng asked them to take them to the side hall, but Gu Shaobai was still sleeping deeply, his high fever had drained his physical strength to the very last.

The father and son saluted, presented gifts, and expressed their gratitude.

In less than half an hour, he was sent out again and got into the carriage.

The two are even more unclear.

Gu Qingbai: Father, what does Prince Yi mean to give our Gu family the purchase of military rations on the northern front?

Father Gu: Right...

Gu Qingbai: That line has always been controlled by Prince Yi's Xiao family, why did this piece of pie fall on our heads?

Father Gu shook his head:

Gu Qingbai: My lord...why don't you let Shaobai go back with us?

Father Gu: Oh, didn't the lord say that Shaobai has a high fever and is afraid of catching cold...

Gu Qingbai: Dad...why do I feel that the prince treats Shaobai like "helping the world at the same time".

Father Gu: ...

Gu Qingbai: Dad...why do I feel that this pie was bought with Shaobai?

Father Gu: Don't talk nonsense...

With a load of question marks on it, the carriage drove away.

Gu Shaobai opened his eyes, his brow was sweating, and the fever subsided.

He rolled his eyes and realized that it was a completely unfamiliar place. He couldn't help being a little panicked. The last picture he could remember was kneeling and fainting.

His throat was astringent and itchy, and he couldn't help coughing dryly.

On one side of the screen, there was the sound of clothes rubbing against the ground, and a figure turned around the screen and walked into the inner room.

Gu Shaobai felt cold in his heart, well, it fell into his hands again.

Mu Qingfeng held a sky-blue teacup with cracked ice, put one hand behind his neck to help him up, and brought the cup to his lips with the other. Gu Shaobai was not pretentious. After drinking all the water, he lay back on the pillow again.Staring at Mu Qingfeng, his brain hadn't really functioned for a while.

"Is it better?" Mu Qingfeng asked.

"Mm", Gu Shaobai rubbed his belly, the bandages were professionally wrapped, obviously he didn't wrap the zongzi himself.

"The doctor said that your fever was caused by a wound. How did you get this wound? It seems that you have been poisoned?" Mu Qingfeng asked, Li Zhishan had already disappeared, otherwise, how could Gu Shaobai's play continue.

Gu Sangong shifted his eyes to the silver hook of the tent in a little panic, probably because his brain was burned out, and after a long time of speech, he had to admit that Qianlu was at the end of his skills. you are silly!

Gu Shaobai braced himself, and changed the subject without fear of death, "My lord takes care of everything every day, so I don't need your lord to bother me about this villain's minor injury."

However, Mu Qingfeng was like a wolf who smelled blood, chasing him tightly, "Third son, a friend of this king was also injured not long ago. The position is exactly the same as yours, and he was also poisoned. If it weren't for you You look so different from him, this king even suspects that you are my friend!"

Gu Shaobai's scalp was numb, and he almost wanted to knock his head unconscious so as to avoid his continuous questioning. He couldn't help but think of a sentence: one lie needs to be covered by a hundred lies.

He twitched the corners of his lips, and let out a smile that pretended to be relaxed, "Hehe, that's really 'no coincidence'!"

"Really?" Mu Qingfeng said with a rhythm that drove him to death, "'No coincidences make a book', that is a book, but this king thinks that the world is not a book, so there are so many coincidences and coincidences, if it is not arranged by someone with a heart, some things, It can't be taken for granted, can't you?"

Gu Shaobai opened his mouth and closed it again, speechless.

Mu Qingfeng gradually moved closer to his face, and his shallow breathing almost suffocated him, "Or, you are...a person with a heart..."

"Ok?"

Gu Sanshao pursed his lips, and the glass of water he had just taken into his belly was instantly forced into sweat by Mu Qingfeng's words, and his mouth suddenly felt parched.

His hand that was resting on the brocade quilt unknowingly clenched into a fist, clenched in cold sweat.But Mu Qingfeng held his fist and gently opened his fingers, "Why are you sweating so much? Are you hot..."

He rubbed each of his fingers, rubbed his fingertips and slid over his knuckles, his movements were gentle, like stroking a piece of fine porcelain, and he could even feel his pouring warmth from his movements, "This king treats you This injury makes me more and more curious!"

Fingertips were itchy, Gu Shaobai couldn't help feeling a little bit moved, but reason reminded him that this kind of tenderness is like the fragrant haggis soup in other people's mouths, and to him, it was more uncomfortable than piercing intestines.

He swallowed dryly, his throat was burning with pain, "My lord, my throat hurts..."

Mu Qingfeng smiled softly, "You have a sore throat and can't speak?"

Gu Shaobai nodded immediately.

Mu Qingfeng thoughtfully got up to pour tea for him, and said, "Then make it up until your throat doesn't hurt..."

"My lord," Gu Shaobai said in a hoarse voice, "Can I go back to recuperate? You are busy with work, and you have been bothering me for a long time, which will affect..."

With a "ding", the teacup fell heavily on the table, "Your throat doesn't hurt anymore?"

Gu Shaobai immediately shut up, afraid of making a sound even if he gasped.

Gu Shaobai was sick for three days in Mobei Prince's Mansion, and on the fourth day, he was forcibly taken into Prince Yi's carriage back to Beijing.

Before leaving, his father and second brother came to see him. Then, Mu Qingfeng told Gu Shaobai that he had not fully recovered and his throat was so painful that he could not speak. To be on the safe side, he had a famous doctor here who would treat him along the way. Make sure you don't become dumb later on.

Therefore, Gu Shaobai could only watch helplessly as his father and elder brother left him, and continued to pretend to be deaf and dumb in the following days.

In the early morning, the outside of the carriage is cold, but the interior of the carriage is warm.

Gu Shaobai sat on the pure white long-haired carpet in the carriage, thinking comfortably, it is worthy of the prince's carriage, it is spacious enough and stable enough, there is only slight shaking on the bumpy road, unlike when he came, The pony carriage, like his bones, was all but falling apart.

On this day, not long after lunch, Gu Shaobai was full and sleepy, his eyelids were clenched, and the figure of Mu Qingfeng reading a book on the opposite side became more and more blurred...

When he woke up, he was wearing a cloak with gold and silver threads, obviously Mu Qingfeng's clothes.He leaned over the window and looked out. There was still yellow sand all over the place along the way. Occasionally, scattered drought-tolerant shrubs were piled up. The posture was weird, but there was also a kind of twisted beauty.

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