A traitor

The boat went to the opposite bank, and Mei Liusheng was helping the boatman to stop the boat. He looked up and saw Su Qinglang, with Sun Zizhong on the left, and Wen Shiliang on the right, going ashore.

Opposite was a high slope of a mountain forest, which had been eroded by river wind all year round, so the soil was loose and soft. Standing on the road, he threw Wen Shiliang to the ground, and helped his grandson to sit down slowly.

Wen Shiliang was knocked on the head by him, but fortunately there was a piece of soft ground below, and there was nothing serious about it, but the original embarrassment was a little more disgraceful.

The people on the other boats also supported the Xuanguo people one after another. Since they gave up their horses in Yizhou, there were only some luggage left, which was convenient to carry.

Mei Liusheng walked over, took a look at Wen Shiliang, and said to Su Qinglang: "Let's rest here first, and let others find out if there is any lodging nearby."

Su Qinglang nodded, seeing Mei Liusheng walking towards the river bank, he looked away again, looked sideways at Sun Zizhong and said, "Zizhong, are you better?"

However, Sun Zizhong leaned on his shoulder and did not answer. His face was pale, and there was still a bean of cold sweat on his forehead. It seemed that the situation was not good.

Wen Shiliang leaned aside, took a look at the words, and said coolly: "Master Sun hurt his spleen and stomach, if he doesn't treat it, it will only get worse."

Hearing this, Su Qinglang's brain exploded and almost exploded into fireworks. Then he calmed down and asked him, "Do you know medical skills?"

Wen Shiliang didn't answer, just closed his eyes, and sarcastically said, "This man is so sick, Master Su can still take him on the road, really... I don't know if it's because he has a vicious heart or a lack of brains." I got a muscle."

Su Qinglang grinned: "You're right, I'm not only vicious, but also cruel. I like killing people the most in my life. Otherwise, there are only a few of you, and you have been swimming in the water for a long time. It must not be us. opponents, I will kill you, pick out your intestines, feed them to the sparrows in the mountains, then chop up your corpses into meat paste, throw them into the river, and within a few days, the fish will eat them all. Guarantee that your Xuanguo Emperor will not find even a scumbag."

Wen Shiliang's expression changed, and before he could speak, he heard his grandson Zhong wow, and vomited out again from his side.

With a bitter face, he coughed a few times, frowned and said, "Qinglang, stop talking..."

Seeing his grandson woke up, Su Qinglang was very happy, and when he heard his words again, he was immediately deflated, and said, "Okay, I won't say anything."

Reaching out to help Sun Zizhong up, he handed the water bag to his mouth: "Come on, rinse your mouth."

Although Master Su is usually unreliable, not to mention taking care of patients, even the patients are rarely seen, but at critical times, it seems to be reliable.

Taking care of Sun Zizhong, he rinsed his mouth, let him curl up and pillow on his lap, and then took out all the clothes he and Sun Zizhong had, and wrapped them around his body.

Wen Shiliang looked at himself, then at Sun Zizhong, a hen like a soaked hen, and a rice dumpling like a Dragon Boat Festival, paused for a while, and did not speak.

At this time, Mei Liusheng had already ordered the soldiers to rush back, seeing his grandson waking up and then falling into a deep sleep, he looked at Su Qinglang and asked, "How is brother grand?"

Su Qinglang shook his head, put his arms around Sun Zizhong's shoulders, glanced sideways at Wen Shiliang, and said, "It's a pity, some people can save lives, but they pretend to be dead. In my opinion, it is clearly an executioner who kills without blood."

Although Mei Liusheng didn't know what happened, but after hearing this, he also knew the general idea. He cupped his hands and said to Wen Shiliang: "Master Wen, Brother Sun is not feeling well, and it is difficult to find a doctor here. If Mr. Wen has a cure , please give me a helping hand, I am very grateful."

Wen Shiliang already had a good impression of Mei Liusheng, and if he wanted to return to Xuanguo, he had to rely on them on the way.

So he calmed down and said: "Master Mei has saved my life, and Mr. Sun has acquaintance with me. I will do my best to heal me. It is only natural, but..."

He looked at Su Qinglang, and his face immediately became stinky: "It's just for the sake of Mr. Mei and Mr. Sun, and it has nothing to do with the other one."

Mei Liusheng nodded and smiled, lowered his body and cupped his hands and said, "That's it, thank you, Mr. Wen."

Wen Shiliang said again: "Now, the most important thing is to find a place to settle down. The weather in the mountains is cold at night. We can bear it, but Mr. Sun can't bear it."

The escorting generals searched along the mountain road.After a while, a family was found at the foot of the mountain.

Moreover, there are often merchants coming and going by boat, so the head of the household is very business-minded, and built several two-story wooden houses next to his own house, which are regarded as simple inns.

There lived a young couple and a blind old woman in this family. Su Qinglang saw that their life was hard, so he wanted to pay more money, but the host refused.

According to the hostess, his father was punting here. One year it rained heavily, and the river was much more dangerous than usual. His father took a few merchants across the river. The boat was in the middle of the river, but unfortunately it was overturned by the wind and waves. All the people on board and his father were killed. The family members of those merchants found them and saw that their orphans and widows were very pitiful, so they didn't make things difficult for them.

It's just that his mother cried and went blind year after year, thinking of the family's kindness and guilt for the dead, she built a house here and left it for the merchants who came and went. There are fewer accidents.

Therefore, as long as their inn can recover the cost, it is enough to maintain the operation, and they have never thought about how much money they will make.

Hearing this, Su Qinglang was very touched, and briefly explained the purpose of his visit. Hearing about their situation, the male host wondered: "My lord, this place is tens of miles away from the town, and it would take a day at the shortest to go back and forth. It's too late, if you want to call a doctor, you probably have to wait until tomorrow."

Su Qinglang said: "It doesn't matter, we have accompanying doctors here, it's just that the patient's condition is not very good, and he can't stand running around."

Hearing this, the host asked his wife to cook and boil water, and then organized a manpower to move his grandson to the guest room.

Several people worked for a long while before they settled down. Su Qinglang sat on the bedside, looking at his sleeping grandson Zhong, feeling a little worried.

At this time, there were footsteps outside the door, and the shopkeeper came in, holding a cloth bag sewn from linen, which looked like a pillow.

Handed it to Su Qinglang and said: "This is a cloth bag made by my wife. Inside it is wheat bran that was simmering in a pot. Put it close to your stomach. This adult will feel much better."

Su Qinglang reached out to take it, thanked him, and heard him say: "This is just an earthen prescription. When the villain was young, his spleen and stomach were unwell, and my mother treated it like this. However, this adult's condition seems to be a little serious. The method can only relieve a little pain, and should not cure it.”

He sat on the edge of the bed, turned around, untied Sun Zizhong's belt, tore off his clothes, put the cloth bag on his stomach, and covered him with a quilt.

Then I heard the shopkeeper say: "I'm really sorry, the villain doesn't have herbs at home, but there are many on this mountain, there should be some that can heal this lord."

Su Qinglang nodded and said: "Okay, after the doctor prescribes the prescription, I will ask someone to get some herbs tomorrow."

Hearing this, the shopkeeper saluted him again, and was about to turn around and leave, but saw Su Qinglang standing up, looking like he was about to send him out.

He walked a few steps, came to the door, stopped again, hesitated for a moment, and said: "By the way, among you, there is a lord in black clothes, but is he a friend of lord? He... looks not very good, Can adults go and see?"

Su Qinglang was startled, then nodded and said: "Thank you for reminding me, brother."

After the shopkeeper left, he went back to take another look at Sun Zizhong. Although it was a folk recipe, it seemed to be quite effective. At least Sun Zizhong's complexion improved a lot.

He walked out the door, grabbed a passing soldier and asked him to watch Sun Zizhong for a while, then went downstairs by himself and walked towards Mei Liusheng's room.

Turning around and going down the stairs, Wen Shiliang moved a bench in front of the small thatched hut and sat at the door of the family, with the blind old woman sitting on the bamboo chair next to him.

Mei Liusheng's outer robe was still wrapped around his body, but the original clothes were held in the hands of the old lady, who was fumbling and mending them. The two of them were sitting together, talking and mending at the same time. Clothes, that scene fell into Su Qinglang's eyes, and there was a sense of harmony between a mother's kindness and filial piety.

Su Qinglang walked over, pinched his waist with one hand, and said condescendingly: "Master Wen really has the heart to ask a blind old woman to mend your clothes..."

As soon as the words fell, the old woman chattered a lot. Su Qinglang was confused, but Wen Shiliang raised his head and said: "The old man said, you young people don't know how to take care of your clothes when you go out, but you know that this injection On the front line, how hard it is for the family to make it."

Before Su Qinglang could reply, he said again: "This old man escaped from the south many years ago, and landed here to marry and have children. Now that he is old, he has forgotten many things, but he still remembers the words of his hometown. She said that it is not easy to meet someone who understands her native dialect here, and she hopes I can talk to her more."

Su Qinglang was stunned for a moment, a little surprised: "Do you understand Miaojiang dialect?"

Wen Shiliang glanced at him, and said mockingly: "Our Xuanguo officials are not the same as your Southern Tang officials. They only use their tongues. If they have no skills, who would come here?"

Hearing what he said, Su Qinglang spread his folding fan and hummed softly: "It's just a few words of foreign race, who doesn't know?"

Wen Shiliang raised his eyebrows when he heard the words: "According to Mr. Su, you also understand Miaojiang dialect?"

Thinking of the few familiar words that he stumbled out just now, Su Qinglang felt a little guilty, and said stiffly, "Dang...Of course, I have learned it before."

"I see……"

Wen Shiliang said something meaningful, and then said: "It happens that I still have some things to do, so I will bother Mr. Su, and I will chat with the old man here."

Seeing that he was about to stand up, Su Qinglang hurriedly said: "I... I'm still in a hurry to see Brother Mei, don't I want to sew clothes, let's sew."

As he said that, without giving Wen Shiliang a chance to react, he immediately turned around and rushed towards Mei Liusheng's room door holding the folding fan.