Yitian's Clothes and Crowns

Song Qingshu's back was cracked badly, and the knife cut by Zhang Wuji was even more terrifying. The quilt under his waist was already soaked in blood.Zhang Wuji sprinkled all the prepared medicine powder on it to barely stop the bleeding, carefully cleaned Song Qingshu's lower body with warm water, Song's mother cooperated and changed into a dry quilt.During this process, Song Qingshu fell asleep all the time, but he frowned unconsciously, letting people know that he was uncomfortable.

The room was filled with a strong smell of blood, but Song Qingshu's current state must not be blown by the cold wind. Zhang Wuji had been prepared for a long time, and used a kind of medicine to ignite the smell of blood, and replaced it with a faint scent of medicine .

Song's mother was worried that Song Yuanqiao, a big man, would not be able to take good care of the child, so she left without staying too long.Zhang Wuji sat by the bed, looking at the bed, his face was pale, even his lips were colorless, and the brows were full of tired people.He was still a little apprehensive, he never knew that giving birth to a child was such a thrilling thing, he just hoped that his brother would stay by his side after having a child.

Although he had been fully prepared, he never expected it to be so dangerous.Only when he saw that Song Qingshu was almost unable to hold on, did he realize that as long as his senior brother was alive, as long as he could stay by his side, that was enough.

Holding Song Qingshu's hand, he touched his wrist from time to time until he felt a beating before he relaxed. He looked at the sleeping person without blinking, lest the person on the bed would suddenly disappear.

It wasn't until dawn that Zhang Wuji remembered that he should decoct medicine for his senior brother. He got up reluctantly, went out and found that the outside was white, and it was snowing, falling down like cotton, and a thick layer had already accumulated on the ground. layer.

Zhang Wuji looked at Baixue, thinking that he would burn an extra charcoal pot in the room later, the senior brother can’t suffer from the cold after childbirth, thinking about Song Qingshu inside, his subordinates kept putting the medicinal materials into the casserole, and kept stirring Observe the heat.

From a distance, I saw Mo Shenggu walking towards this side. It was already late when Song Qingshu gave birth, so he didn't inform Yu Lianzhou and others, so Mo Shenggu and others didn't know.

Mo Shenggu walked over with a smile, and before Zhang Wuji could tell what happened to Song Qingshu, he shouted loudly: "Elder brother, why is the sixth sister-in-law born so late, she is a big fat boy."

The room where Song Yuanqiao lived over there was opened, Mother Song came out with the child in her arms, followed by Song Yuanqiao carrying a small bowl, Mo Shenggu's smile froze on his face, his eyes almost popped out, he was surprised to see the child Mother Song holds the child in her hands.

Song's mother greeted with a smile: "Seventh junior brother, I am going to inform you, why is Qing Shu born late?"

Mo Shenggu approached quickly, followed Song's mother into the room, looked at the tight little thing in the quilt, carefully opened a corner, looked at it, and asked with some doubts: "Babies all look the same. Is it? Sister-in-law Six's birth looks similar to this kid's."

Mother Song sat down with the baby in her arms, and said amusedly, "Of course it's almost the same when it's just born, but it will grow in a few days, and you will be able to tell the difference."

Mo Shenggu nodded understandingly, walked to the bedside, looked at Song Qingshu's pale face, and asked worriedly, "Is Qingshu alright?"

The small bowl in Song Yuanqiao's hand contained boiled milk, which was prepared to prevent Song Qingshu from giving birth earlier than Yang Buhu. The cow was raised in the woods behind, and Song Qingshu would squirm when she was pregnant.Mother Song scooped up a little bit with a spoon and brought it to the child's mouth carefully. The child was also very obedient, sucking it patter. Although most of it leaked out, Mother Song was very experienced and quickly mastered the method.

"Will this child drink milk from now on?" Mo Shenggu looked amused, and lightly touched the tender face of the child, his heart softened.

Song's mother put the spoon aside, wiped the child's mouth dry, and said with some worry: "At first, I wanted the child to drink milk from the sixth sibling, but it's so cold now, it's not good to carry the child around." .”

"Drinking milk is very good. Guo Xiang, the patriarch of Emei, drank leopard milk when he was a child. This child will grow up drinking milk, and he will grow up to be as strong as a cow in the future." Song Yuanqiao looked at his little grandson who had closed his eyes and slept happily. road.

Song's mother laughed when she heard it, and put the child in the bed next to Song Qingshu's bed.Zhang Wuji came in with the decoction, skillfully helped Song Qingshu up, fed the medicine with his mouth, and quickly finished the bowl of medicine.Song Yuanqiao and Song's mother were used to it long ago, but it was the first time Mo Shenggu saw it. He blushed immediately and hurriedly cupped his fists to leave.

Song Yuanqiao and Song's mother also got up, ready to see Yin Liting and Yang Buhu's children.

Zhang Wuji looked at the pale Song Qingshu, and gently touched his somewhat cold face with his hands. Deep in his heart was deep worry. As for the child, he hadn't even looked at it since he was born, and his mind was all on On Song Qingshu who fell asleep.

Song Qingshu came from the sound of the child crying "Wow one by one", frowned and opened his mouth, turned his head to look at the side where the sound came from, and saw Zhang Wuji standing beside the small bed, black With a sullen face, he looked at the crying child inside.

"You..." Song Qingshu was very tired, his voice was very hoarse, his body was stiff and sore, his lower limbs felt almost nothing, and his voice was pitifully low, and the children's noises were even more negligible.

However, Zhang Wuji, who had been paying attention to Song Qingshu all the time, discovered Song Qingshu's movement immediately, and immediately forgot about the crying child, walked to the bed in a few steps, and said in surprise: "Brother, you finally I'm drunk."

Song Qingshu only felt a sudden pain in his forehead from the noise of the child crying, and he closed his eyes and frowned uncomfortablely.Zhang Wuji naturally also noticed his discomfort, looked at the child in the bed, and said viciously: "Don't cry."

Naturally, the child couldn't understand what his father said, and kept making noises, and maybe he was frightened by his voice, so he cried even louder.Song Qingshu looked at Zhang Wuji who was standing next to him with a dark face and didn't know what to do, but suddenly felt a little funny, "Take a look, is he peeing?"

Zhang Wuji looked at the child in the bed, and dared not move for a long time, the child was soft and fragile at first glance, as if he would be injured if he exerted a little force.Song Qingshu realized that he didn't dare to touch the child after seeing his appearance, he pursed his lips, and there was a hint of a smile in his face.

Fortunately, Song's mother just came back at this time. Before she reached the door, she heard the child crying violently. She stepped in quickly, first took off the cloak outside, and then warmed her hands with charcoal fire, then carefully hugged the child. Sure enough, it was dripping wet down there.Song's mother skillfully changed the child into dry clothes, then put the child under Song Qingshu's quilt, and said with a smile: "Look, this is your son."

Song Qingshu tilted his head, the child's skin was pink and wrinkled, his eyebrows had not grown well, his facial features were very flat, and there were brown sparse hairs on his round head, a pair of small eyes with only a little gap showing, his eyes were wide open. And some puffiness.

Although it wasn't very pretty, Song Qingshu's heart softened suddenly. He raised his hand and touched the little hand clenched into a fist. A smile appeared on his face.

Song Qingshu's lower body was seriously injured, he was worried that the child would disturb his rest, and Zhang Wuji was not very good at taking care of the child, so after Song Qingshu fell asleep tiredly, the child was taken away by Song's mother.

After a few more days, Song Qingshu's spirit improved a lot, and he no longer fell asleep all day long, but he could only lie down instead of sitting up, and he was drinking blood-enriching and body-nourishing soup every day, and his complexion improved Many, let everyone feel relieved.

Zhang Sanfeng also came here, and he showed obvious love for the newborn child. Every time he came, he would hug him for a while, which broke his usual image of immortality.And this time Zhang Sanfeng's exit also brought a good news, the Nine Yin Scriptures can be practiced, and Zhang Sanfeng has already started to practice, and has entered the threshold, but has not yet reached the Dzogchen.

According to Zhang Sanfeng's theory, nine yangs belong to yang, nine yins belong to yin, and if one yin and one yang can be balanced to form a Tai Chi circle diagram, then they can practice together and transform each other, and the internal force will be endless. What realm is unpredictable.Even with Zhang Sanfeng's insight, when he talked about it, he was both gleaming, looking forward to the future results infinitely.

However, Zhang Wuji's full attention is now on Song Qingshu, and he only listens to Zhang Sanfeng's words, and has not started to practice.Regarding this, Zhang Sanfeng just smiled and didn't say anything. He just told the two of them the principles and points that need attention, and then he didn't mention it again.

Although Zhang Wuji patiently massaged his body every day, and applied medicine to the lower part every day, the wound healed very slowly, and the most troublesome thing was that it was severely cracked. Loose, if it can't be resolved, I'm afraid it will be very troublesome in the future.

So when Song Qingshu came to find something strange below, he frowned, stretched his hand down, and felt a thin rope at the entrance of the acupuncture point.Song Qingshu frowned even tighter, and slowly pulled the rope out. The strange feeling made his face darken. He pulled out all the things and held them in front of him. He couldn't help grinding his teeth.

It is a jade pillar as thick as an adult's thumb, the whole body is white and delicate, polished very round, the length is probably longer than a finger, and a small hole is drilled at the end to tie a red string.Just pulled it out from the bottom, there is still a sticky liquid on it, but there is a smell of medicine. Although I already guessed what this thing is for when I smell the smell of medicine, it feels like something is stuffed there. It was really not very good, Song Qingshu's expression was not very good, and he threw the things in his hand on the ground.

Zhang Wuji came in with a casserole, saw the jade pillar thrown on the ground, and looked at Song Qingshu who was closed on the bed.Put the casserole aside, sat down by the bed, held his hand, and said: "Senior brother, this is made by boiling the white jade in the medicine for two hours according to the secret recipe of maintenance recorded in Hu Qingniu's medical classics. , it’s very effective for that place. If you don’t like it, brother, you won’t need it in the future, but bear with it for now, okay?”

Song Qingshu opened his eyes, saw Zhang Wuji's undisguised worry, and pursed his lips. The pain in the posterior acupoint was severe with just a little movement in the past few days, and it was even bleeding when it was convenient. He knew the pain without looking at it. Otherwise, with Zhang Wuji's medical skills, how could he not heal for so long.Presumably Zhang Wuji had no choice but to adopt this method.

Song Qingshu looked at Zhang Wuji's dark pupils, and finally nodded.A smile suddenly appeared on Zhang Wuji's face, he kissed Song Qingshu's forehead, got up and took out the white jade from the casserole, lifted the quilt, bent his legs, carefully pointed the jade pillar at Hongnen's acupuncture point, and slowly turned it Squeeze in, leaving a red string outside.

After fully entering, Song Qingshu took a breath, although it was a bit weird, but it was still tolerable.

Zhang Wuji picked up the jade pillars on the ground, put them outside together with the casserole, and then added the herbal medicine to cook.Probably because the childbirth hurt his vitality, Song Qingshu would still feel cold even under a thick quilt, so besides preparing food and soup for Song Qingshu, Zhang Wuji would lie on the bed with Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu got close to the warm body habitually, and his hands and feet quickly warmed up. Zhang Wuji's hand massaged his waist skillfully. Song Qingshu squinted comfortably, yawned and fell asleep against his hard chest. past.

By the time the child was born for a month, Song Qingshu had almost recovered. Although there was still some pain in the rear when walking, it was still within the range of tolerability, and after lying down for a month without moving, Song Qingshu felt that he was about to rust .Although he was not approved to leave the room, he was already very satisfied to be able to walk around the room.

The jade pillars at the back have been reduced to the size of chopsticks, and now Song Qingshu is used to it, and the jade pillars stuffed in will indeed make the rear wound heal faster, and it will be warm and comfortable.According to Zhang Wuji, the wound should be fully recovered in about ten days, and the jade pillar can be removed by then.

Song Qingshu, who had been staying in the room all the time, couldn't help but rejoice that it was winter, if he was kept in the room when it was hot in summer, it would be really fatal.Although Zhang Wuji has been scrubbing his body with warm towels these days, Song Qingshu still wished he could jump into the bathtub for a good soak, of course, this is definitely not allowed.

Song Qingshu's child was born about an hour earlier than Yang Buhu's child, and they held the full moon banquet together, but the Wudang faction celebrated by themselves and did not invite others.Of course, a few people from Mingjiao, such as Yin Tianzheng, Zhang Wuji's grandfather, and Yang Xiaowei, who are close to him, also came.

The child's face has grown, the skin is white and tender, a pair of big eyes, and the jet-black pearls are moving flexibly. According to Song's mother, the child's nose and mouth are exactly the same as Song Qingshu's when he was a child, but the big eyes But the eyes are more like Zhang Wuji.

Another month passed, and Song Qingshu's body was completely healed, his complexion was ruddy, and his abdomen became flat again. It was not at all obvious that he had given birth to a child.As for the child, he has been kept in Song's mother's room, but every day he will be carried to Song Qingshu's room for them to get along with each other.