The fast-traveling boss conspired against me

In the gloomy weather, the snow slowly drifted down from the sky, and the dry and biting cold was pervasive.

The wind blew the fallen leaves and rustled at the dilapidated doorway, a figure pulled out a dog hole from the barren weeds by the wall, and then got in.

"Master! I'm back!" Faced with the scattered snow on his head, the man was a little excited, and he didn't know what was wrapped in his arms, which was bulging.

"Zhuzi, you're finally back." Hearing the sound, a slight smile appeared on Chao Song's usually peaceful face, his voice was clear and cold, but with a slight smile.

Zhuzi is an attendant of Chaosong, who served him from childhood to adulthood, and the two of them can be regarded as taking care of him in this lonely cold palace.

It's getting cold these days, and there are charcoal fires for the winter in every palace, but the cold palace has always been a place that is forgotten by people. Chao Song's body is weak, and he hasn't eaten a decent meal yet, and he has lost a lot of weight.

Zhuzi was so anxious when he saw it, he spent money to bribe the guard at the door, found an excuse to risk his way out, and only came back early this morning.

That's why Chao Song ran back in such a hurry this morning.Because there is no one in the cold palace, if the bamboo is still there, maybe there is something he can prevaricate.

"Master! Look what this is!" Zhuzi took out a few packs of small snacks wrapped in oiled paper from his arms, and a roasted chicken that was full of oil and water.

"Eat quickly, I'm still warm in my arms, don't let it get cold, it won't taste good!" He tore off a fat and tender chicken leg and stuffed it into Chao Song's hands.

This roast chicken is not bad, it smells very fragrant, it should be the signature of the famous Chunhua Building in the imperial city.

Chao Song reached out and gently wiped off the snowflakes on the bamboo head, and stuffed the meat back with a gentle expression: "Thank you for your hard work, but I'm not hungry now. You can eat. I'll go and boil some hot water to warm your hands and feet." .”

Zhuzi was a bit careless, seeing Chao Song pat the snow on his head, he lowered his head and smiled naively.

In the next second, his eyes widened, and he looked at the person with aggrieved eyes: "Master, don't refuse to eat! If you are not hungry, what can you eat in this shitty place? Look at how thin you have become... A gust of wind It's just scratched off!"

"How can there be such a strong wind?" Chao Song felt funny, the indifference between his brows and eyes melted, like spring breeze blowing against his face, soft and clean.He stood up and tied up his long hair with a ribbon: "You eat the bamboo first, and I'll boil some hot water."

The material of the gray robe is not particularly good, and the girdle is tied up, making the whole person look taller and more handsome.The tied three thousand blue silks were neat and crisp, and the sleeves were rolled up to reveal two jade arms, porcelain white.

The two have lived together for a long time, so of course there will be no such messy red tape.In Chao Song's heart, they are like relatives in this foreign country, but maybe because of his infirmity since he was a child, Zhu Zi always takes care of everything, leaving him at leisure.

Seeing that Chao Song was carrying a wooden bucket to scoop water into the well, Zhu Zi was gnawing on a chicken leg, with shiny oil on his mouth, and hurriedly followed: "Let me burn it! Master, go and rest, it's too cold outside!"

"No, I have to do something. We are the only ones in this limbo. I don't know if we will have the chance to go out in this life. It will never be the same again." Chao Song rejected the bamboo, tied the wooden barrel with a rope, and threw it into the well Then bring the water up.

The rope had a particularly rough texture, and there was a lot of water hanging from it, so it was a bit difficult to pull it up towards Song.

When the water came up, his palms were blushed, and a little sweat came out of his forehead.

Taking a breath, Chao Song wiped his sweat with his hands, smiled nonchalantly, and looked at the bamboo: "Look, can I do this? I need to exercise more in the future."

The cold wind was blowing, and their thin clothes could not resist the cold.Zhuzi felt that the chicken leg in his hand was suddenly not fragrant, he sniffed, his eyes were a little red.

There is nowhere to vent the depression in my heart, Zhuzi feels that the world is really unfair!His master has a good temper and good looks, why does he always suffer like this?How can he do these jobs with his status.

Looking at the dark sky and the dilapidated scene around him in a blink of an eye, he wiped away the tears that swirled in his eyes, and muttered bitterly: "...It's just that good people don't get rewarded!"

Then he ran over to help Chao Song light the fire.

"Master, I'll help you!" Chao Song couldn't resist him, and finally the two started a fire together.

In this cold palace, almost everything has to be self-sufficient.Except for the leftovers from three meals a day, almost no one will remember how many people are still alive here.

In the Song Dynasty, their water was from the well in the yard, and their firewood was from dead branches picked up around them, as well as dilapidated and rotten beams.Even the things that ignited the fire were dry grass pulled by the barren wall in the backyard.

There is no limit to the road, but if some people don't want you to live, then life is really hard.

The fire was burning, the color was fiery red, and a gust of heat rushed towards our faces. Chao Song and Zhu Zi squatted on the ground, roasting the fire to absorb the warmth.

The water in the pot started to chug up, and the boiling white steam made the kitchen foggy.

"...It would be much better if there was a charcoal fire." Chao Song looked at it, his eyes blurred, and he remembered the warmth of last night.

He shook his head, knowing that those were impossible, so he didn't want to have extravagant hopes.

The snow outside the window was getting heavier and heavier. Chao Song and Zhu Zi soaked their feet in hot water, which made them feel much warmer.

The winter is getting deeper and deeper, approaching the end of the year, the palace is becoming more and more lively, the dilapidated walls of the cold palace are covered with white snow, the red plum blossoms in the courtyard are facing the wind and snow, and the delicate petals stand tall on the branches.

It is a rare arrogance and coldness.

"...cough, cough, cough!" A piercing cough came from inside the palace wall, shaking off the snow covered on a flower petal.

"...What should I do? What should I do, master! That's right! I'll go to the imperial physician! I'll go find him right away!"

Chao Song nestled on the bed, his originally thin cheeks were now sunken, his lips were pale and weak, and he coughed a few times from time to time.

"...Don't go, no one will pay attention to us." He stretched out his hand to grab the bamboo, his voice seemed to be scattered in the air: "I'm just a little cold."

Zhuzi was very anxious, looked at Chao Song, this time tears really rolled down, he squatted in front of the bed, tightened the quilt, "...Master, you must not have anything to do."

Speaking of it, it was Chao Song's own fault.

He was already weak, so he didn't pay attention.In the past two days, the red plums in the courtyard have bloomed, adding a bit of beauty to the cold Lenggong. It has been a long time since I have seen such a vibrant scene, and Chao Song couldn't help admiring it for a while.

Then at night, I got wind and cold, sneezing non-stop, and developed a high fever in the middle of the night, and now the whole person is sick and confused.

But here it is called "every day should not be done", and it is called "the ground is not working".