Suo Jinling

The two were worried, and they returned to the mansion hand in hand. The door of the mansion that had been locked in the past was wide open, and there were more than a dozen lanterns hung on the left and right. After exchanging greetings with him, Lan Jingming couldn't adapt to this kind of scene, so he lowered his head and wanted to go in, but Chen Jing held onto him tightly, and although he didn't let him chat with the visitor, he didn't let go either.

Dawdling at the door for a while, the banquet was about to begin, the masters and young masters who drank a lot of wine sat at the main table, the wives who chatted and recited poems sat at the side table, and the concubines sat in the outer circle and whispered something.

Lan Jingming couldn't sit with Chen Jing anymore, so he found a corner in the outer circle and looked around. He didn't know what the young master of Mr.'s family looked like, but he only knew that he hadn't come yet. The door was closed, and when he came back, he only said that the son would be there soon, and he hesitated when he asked again, unable to say anything.

After all, this banquet can’t wait for one person, and it will start at the right time. Tables and tables of delicious delicacies are served and arranged in rows on the table. , there was a lot of noise, Lan Jingming was absent-minded and didn't feel hungry, he chewed a few leaves at will to make up for it, and didn't want to eat the rest.

The women next to him were old acquaintances, they left the table arm in arm after eating, and they didn't know where to go to chat with each other. Lan Jingming felt comfortable sitting alone, brought a lotus leaf on the table, and picked up the fruit wrapped in it Ren tasted it, and before he had even taken two bites, there was a sound of wind in his ears, and a figure in a green shirt was sitting beside him, with his hands on the table, forming a ball inwards.

The son of Mr.'s family has arrived.

Lan Jingming immediately recognized the person, only because the young man was wearing the same clothes as his husband, it seemed to be cut out of a piece of cloth, so he could distinguish clearly.

It's just that he came over to have a banquet, but Mr. He was wrapped tightly, half of his face was covered by a cloth towel, and the upper half of his face that was exposed outside looked haggard, with his eye sockets sunken.

After sitting awkwardly for a while, Lan Jingming couldn't help it anymore, carefully picked up a piece of goose meat, and put it in Mr. He's bowl: "At least eat some food, and drink later. Also, you sat wrong, you should Sit at the head table."

He Xiuzhu glanced along his hand, turned around and looked away, and sighed in a muffled voice: "He Xiuzhu, the son of He's eldest son, dare to ask the girl's name."

Lan Jingming was stunned for a moment, recalling that he would be a girl, so he had no choice but to respond: "The little girl is called Bai Qing, and she is the concubine of Chen Jing, the young general of the Chen family."

These words were originally choked in his throat, and he couldn't say them no matter what, but now he gritted his teeth and said them, it seemed that it was no big deal.

He Xiuzhu's eyes lit up, and just as he was about to say something, his Adam's apple rolled twice, and he coughed. He covered himself tightly with the cloth towel, wrapped himself even tighter, the back of his neck twitched, and veins appeared on his forehead. Helping the person's back with his hands, rubbing and soothing for a while, He Xiuzhu stopped coughing, clenched his palms into fists, and suddenly turned his head to look at the person, as if he had made up his mind: "I have something urgent to report, please girl On behalf of conveying."

Lan Jingming was startled, and immediately sat upright: "Sir, please tell me."

"The livestock and meat sheds in the south and north of the city will be closed immediately, the living things will be buried on the spot, and the river will be completely drained," He Xiuzhu caressed his throat every time he said a word, his voice was hoarse and unpleasant, "People who have wind, cold and fever can no longer suffer from brothers and sisters." Take care of the sisters, move out immediately, and rest in the open air. If it is impossible, you must stay in the bedroom alone, and no one else is allowed to enter. If I guess correctly... the plague is coming, and the gates of the city must be sealed Family, we cannot allow it to intensify."

plague······

Lan Jingming's heart skipped a beat, and he turned around and looked around. The mansion was bustling with people drinking wine on the table, everyone was spitting, pushing cups and changing glasses, you come and go, the first day is approaching the crowds, if you want to close the door at this time, I don't know what to do. What a turmoil.

But this matter is no small matter, everyone has not noticed it yet, it is obvious that the epidemic has not spread, if the trouble ends up being known to everyone, I don't know how it will end.

Thinking of this, Lan Jingming suddenly got up: "I'll go find Ah Jing, you wait here for me."

Chen Rui was entertaining guests outside, and Chen Jing, as the young master who stayed at the mansion, was the object of everyone's attention and compliments. This strong wine was toasted one cup at a time. One piece, the tables and chairs were shaking.

When he was dazed, someone held his palm and squeezed it twice. Chen Jing suddenly regained consciousness. When he heard the young man beside him say that the plague was urgent, etc., he broke out in a cold sweat, and then wanted to ask a few questions. It was gone, Chen Jing rubbed his eyes, his drunken feet could not see clearly, he moved outside with one deep foot and one shallow foot, and went to look for his elder brother.

Lan Jingming originally wanted to drag Chen Jing to find He Xiuzhu, but he raised his head abruptly after saying a few words, and He Xiuzhu was gone. Seeing that the man was not feeling well, he didn't know where he was going. Lan Jingming was worried, and hurriedly chased after him. Going out, He Xiuzhu's back flickered around the corner, and suddenly disappeared.

I heard Ah Jing said before that there are only father and son in the He family, and maybe there is no servant. He Xiuzhu kept coughing and couldn't walk steadily. He didn't know where he was going. Lan Jingming didn't dare to rush after him. Following far behind, seeing He Xiuzhu stumbling, he took a few steps and rested a few steps, and finally moved back to the courtyard, the door gate was not opened, and he fell on the ground, unable to move at all.

Lan Jingming couldn't bear it anymore, turned around and closed the gate, half-supported and half-hugged He Xiuzhu, put his shoulders on his shoulders and helped him into the bedroom, helped him take off his outer shirt and cloth shoes, covered him with two layers of quilt, and searched for him in the courtyard. After a few laps, I wanted to boil some water for people to drink.

Although this courtyard is not as grand as the General's Mansion, although the sparrow is small, it has all five internal organs. The land is colorful, with countless flowers and plants planted.

The courtyard was neatly tidied up, with dried meat, tea, glutinous rice and other things hanging out to dry. There were a lot of medicinal materials in the stove. Lan Jingming couldn't recognize them, so he could only boil a bowl of hot water on the stove, and let it cool down in a hurry. As old Tuzhen took care of himself in the past, he hugged He Xiuzhu's half body and fed him a few sips of water.

He Xiuzhu's lips were dry and chapped, he shook his head repeatedly when he touched the water, and refused to open his mouth for a long time, Lan Jingming naturally didn't have any sympathy for the fragrance, so he squeezed his cheeks and poured it in. After drinking like this for a long time, He Xiuzhu regained some sanity, it was difficult Opening his eyelids, he could barely see the person coming: "Girl... why are you here?"

"I won't follow, no one will know if you died here," Lan Jingming said unceremoniously, "There are many medicine bags by the stove, if there is anything I can cook, you tell me, and I will cook it for you."

He Xiuzhu's eyes were flickering and dimming, and he couldn't get enough strength to say a few words. He knew that he was seriously ill and needed a strong medicine: "Ordinary herbs are not effective enough. You entered my father's bedroom, and there was a solid wood on the side. There are three cloth bags in white, blue and green inside, please fetch them for me."

Lan Jingming nodded again and again, and sent He Xiuzhu back to the quilt, carefully tucking the corners of the quilt tightly, for fear that there would be a cold wind blowing in.After settling him down, he stepped into He Zhongyin's bedroom, and he smelled strands of sandalwood when he entered the door. There was no Buddha worship in this bedroom, and the windows were wide open, but the sandalwood lingered for a long time. I don't know where it came from. .

There was a pair of unfinished calligraphy and paintings on the table. Lan Jingming didn't know calligraphy, so he could only vaguely recognize the words "Up and Down the Sky". He searched for a long time before he found the cabinet. The cabinet was as tall as a person, but it was hidden in the corner. It blends in with the screen, making it unrecognizable at first glance.

Lan Jingming opened the cabinet door, several large bags of clothes fell from the top of his head, hitting him one after another, causing him to take two steps back, almost fainting on the spot.

The gentleman looked at the immortal style and his bones were not stained with mortal dust, and the cabinet was in such a mess.

Looking at the quilt again, it was also messy, the pillows were messy and rolled up, the cloth towels were thrown everywhere, and the sweat towels were wrinkled into a pile of twists, how could they still see the original appearance.

There are everything in the cabinet, teapots, tea bowls, medicine bags, medicine bowls, cloth towels and sweat towels inside the outer shirts, piled up and down in disorder, and those cloth bags are like a drop in the ocean, and finding them is like finding a needle in a haystack. Lan Jingming buried half of his body in the cabinet Inside, digging around inside, when I took out the cloth bag, I turned over a box, the box gurgled a few times, and rolled far to the edge of the collapse.

There was a green grass embroidered with colored thread on the top of the box, which was heavy and elegant in his hand. Lan Jingming wanted to put it back in the cabinet, but the box seemed to be stuck in his palm, tempting him to uncover it and find out. , Lan Jingming's heart was beating like a drum, like ice and fire, his whole body was hot and cold, his fingers were trembling, and he was pressing on the edge of the box.

His palms were slippery. The box looked delicate. There seemed to be some kind of mechanism inside. It couldn’t be opened after breaking it several times. Something fell, Lan Jingming's hands trembled, he stuffed the box back to its original place, hurried back with the cloth bag, pushed He Xiuzhu who had come down to drink water back on the couch, lifted the quilt and wrapped it into a ball.

He Xiuzhu's forehead was hot, but his body was trembling. He swallowed a few mouthfuls of hot water before regaining his sanity, and exhaled hoarsely: "Thank you, girl, you can cook the medicine for me and go back. You are still in the general's house If the people in the village are seen, it will give you a bad reputation."

"It doesn't matter if your reputation is good or bad, you should take care of your life first," Lan Jingming said, "Don't persuade me, I won't leave tonight. If I leave tonight and come back tomorrow morning, I will probably collect your body for you."

"..."

He Xiuzhu couldn't catch his breath, rolled his eyes and kicked his calf, and almost drove west.

How could this little general's concubine come here so openly, choking to death?

The general's mansion really produced heroes in large numbers, presumably the girl who hadn't left the court was not a good one, and my father added a younger brother to him... just around the corner.

He Xiuzhu wanted to cry but had no tears, and shrank back to the bedding listlessly, his eyes were empty, and he looked like he had been squeezed clean.

Lan Jingming went to cook the medicine himself, and these three medicine bags boiled three bowls full of medicine soup, and brought them to He Xiuzhu's side one by one, until He Xiuzhu's cheeks were twisted from the bitterness, and his face turned green.

"If it's too bitter, don't drink it in one gulp." Lan Jingming's forehead twitched, and the tip of his nose wrinkled up. "You just rest, I'll warm up the medicinal soup for you, and drink the rest later."

This medicine is better curative if taken separately, but before He Xiuzhu wanted people to go back, he let him cook together. Now Lan Jingming insisted on not leaving, and He Xiuzhu couldn't drive him away, so he had to thank him a thousand times and told him Go to rest and wake yourself up later.

The pain made people exhausted. He Xiuzhu closed his eyes and fell into a drowsy sleep. Naturally, Lan Jingming had no intention of resting. He sat on the edge and stared straight at the person. Water, shivering and wrapped in a quilt, twisted a dry towel to wipe sweat when sweating, squeezed his nose and poured it down if he refused to drink medicine, Lan Jingming couldn't bear it until the light of day , Leaning there in a drowsy state, with drooping eyelids, he struggled to lift them up again.

There was the last bowl of bitter medicine left on the table, he stirred it a few times, lifted He Xiuzhu's half body, and fed him a few sips, He Xiuzhu's complexion improved and his body stopped shaking, but he was still dizzy and couldn't open his eyes, Lan Jingming He didn't force him, just took a few sips and rubbed his back, waited for someone to swallow, and then fed him another sip. He Xiuzhu suddenly opened his eyelids, pinched his throat with his fingers, bent his back low, and coughed suddenly speak out.

He coughed so badly that he almost vomited out his lungs. Lan Jingming was holding the medicine bowl, froze with anxiety, not knowing where to put his hands and feet. , vomited a mouthful of black blood.

Lan Jingming got up in a hurry, and wanted to call someone with his head, but the back of his neck was suddenly grabbed by the strong wind, and he was thrown out.

This strong wind was extremely strong and contained a murderous aura. Lan Jingming was exhausted all night and had no strength to fight back. With a slap, the power of the palm contained a thousand weights, he seemed to crash into a spring from a valley, his back slapped the stone, his internal organs twisted into a ball, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

His eyes were in a daze, his injured chest was stepped on, creaked and crushed, his left cheek was tilted suddenly, and with a bang, severe pain screamed, he was kicked hard on the face, half of his face Immediately, it swelled into bruises, and the teeth grind the tip of the tongue, tearing several bloody mouths.

There was a buzzing in his head, his eyes flickered, and a sword tip with a cold light slid across his cheek, crushing a few strands of hair, and piercing straight into the soil.

"Who are you?" He Zhongyin's sword tip was stained with blood, his eyes were full of haze, his feet crushed two inches, and his bones cracked, "Why did you poison my son?"