Broken Iron Clothes

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Gu Nanxing didn't speak for a while, and Yi Qinchen remained silent, only occasionally hearing Gu Nanxing's unbearable panting, but he never stopped, so he didn't ask.

After walking for a while, there were less weeds to stumble, and Yi Qinchen also felt that the road under his feet had become wider. When he was concentrating on stepping, Gu Nanxing, who was walking in front, suddenly said, his voice was a little hoarse: " The loving aunt you speak of is your mother?"

"No," Yi Qinchen said, "I met a villain three months ago and was injured. Fortunately, my compassionate aunt saved my life. Although the compassionate aunt is dumb, she is kind and kind, but it is a pity that she can't speak If I don’t have words, I will call her Cigu on my own.”

Before hearing the answer, the other end of the wooden branch suddenly fell to the ground, and Yi Qinchen stopped and asked, "What's wrong?"

After taking a deep breath, Gu Nanxing replied, "We're at the entrance of the town."

At this time, Gu Nanxing only felt that his head was so heavy that it was about to fall to the ground, and he was tired of even saying a few more words. He felt a little cold, but when he blinked, his eye sockets were hot, and he couldn't tell what was going on with him. Is it cold or hot.

He raised his heavy eyelids, just wanted to find a place to lean on for a while, so that he would not be unable to drag his legs and fall to the ground. When he was searching, a silver ingot touched his palm.

Gu Nanxing swallowed his dry throat and asked, "What are you doing?"

Yi Qinchen said: "You don't get paid for nothing, you put this silver in my purse in front of the tavern that day, and now the more I owe you, the more I can't accept the money."

Gu Nanxing braced himself, and replied: "It's getting dark, and I don't have a place to live. If I give you the money, how about treating it as my lodging fee?"

Gu Nanxing's voice was tired, Yi Qinchen heard something strange and felt that something was wrong, he fumbled to touch the man's hand, but wiped the cold sweat off his hand.

"If you shouldn't, I'll assume you agreed," Gu Nanxing stuffed the money back into his pocket and said, "The money is collected, what should I do next?"

Yi Qinchen ignored the purse, found his face with his hands, and put the back of his hand against his forehead, feeling unusually hot.

"You have a fever." Yi Qinchen frowned.

The back of the cold hand was pressed against the forehead, as if it could take away some heat, Gu Nanxing wanted to grab the hand that was removed and apply it again, but finally suppressed this rascal thought with reason.He stretched out his hand to grab the other end of the wooden branch and said, "Just show the way, don't worry about me."

But Yi Qinchen gently pulled the wooden branch away from his hand, and said: "I think the wound is wet and sore, I know the way, don't go anymore, I will carry you on my back."

Gu Nanxing stubbornly pulled up the wooden branch again: "It's not a fatal matter, what kind of words do you want to carry on your back?"

Yi Qinchen also knew that Gu Nanxing's appearance could not be delayed, so he compromised and said: "Then you can go with me, and I will arrive in half an hour."

The two walked one after the other, their silhouettes were elongated by the moonlight, and they became more and more sparse in the sky and the earth.They are walking slowly in the mountains, but they are like two lonely shadows in the world. They are isolated from the hustle and bustle of the world in this clear night. After they happen to find each other, they start to cuddle with each other. , and then blown away by the warm wind.

Gu Nan walked behind, following with one foot deep and one foot shallow. He was very tired from walking, but he held the wooden branch tightly in his hand.He was afraid that he would get lost, but he knew that he was actually more afraid of being left behind.

This is the fourth time he has been so scared.The first time was when he left Gu Qinghe, the second time was when he felt his mother Shen Mu gradually turning into a dead body, and the third time was when he knelt down and begged Zhong Dingshan to take him away.

He has been adapting himself to loneliness, but he always wants a sense of belonging at home.Unexpectedly, at this moment, because of a little illness, he strongly wants to rely on this person in front of him, this person who has been used by him and foolishly wants to take him home.

How can there be such a deceitful person?Gu Nanxing thought about it, but laughed out loud.

"Brother Gu, what are you laughing at?" Yi Qinchen turned his head and asked.

Gu Nanxing's voice became even hoarse: "It's nothing."

Yi Qinchen pursed his lips and said with a smile, "It's anecdotal to let a blind man lead the way. It's quite funny."

Gu Nanxing never thought that "invisibility" was a reason to laugh at others, and Yi Qinchen felt so sad when he laughed at himself.He didn't want Yi Qinchen to misunderstand him, so he quickly replied, "That's not what I mean, I just think it's a bit funny that I can't be a hero."

Gu Nanxing's voice was too hoarse, Yi Qinchen stopped decisively, he didn't go any further, but turned around and followed the wooden branches to touch Gu Nanxing's hand.He touched the man's face all the way from the palm of his hand, and every skin he could touch seemed to be wrapped in the heat waves from a fire, but he couldn't sweat a little.

Yi Qinchen was worried, and asked again: "You are too hot, can you really leave?"

Gu Nanxing didn't have the strength to speak, but when he was about to wave his hand to signal, he suddenly realized that the person in front of him couldn't see anything, so he could only force out some voice: "It's been a long time since I've been sick like this, I'm not used to it, walk slowly good……"

The voice gradually weakened, Gu Nanxing was too sleepy, his body ached from sleepiness, his head was dizzy, he didn't know how long he could last, he just wanted to lie down quickly.

He still fell forward, and when he fell, he only heard Yi Qinchen calling him several times in his ears. The body of the man was cold water that had been coming late. Riza went, as if that was where he could escape the burning.

He closed his eyes in peace, his mind was full of messy things, only his side was cold.

He saw a lot of people, and everyone was turning away from him.Gu Qinghe died, Shen Mu's body became cold, and even Zhong Dingshan wanted to leave, his forehead was swollen from knocking, his knees were stained with blood, and he limped behind Zhong Dingshan.His legs were numb, and he had to use his last bit of strength to hold the figure...

When he became conscious again, Gu Nanxing found that he was lying on Yi Qinchen's back. The man's back was covered with sweat, and he had blood marks on his shoulder.

He could feel that Yi Qinchen was struggling to walk, but he didn't have the energy to take another look, so he buried his head on the man's shoulder and muttered, "Are you stupid or stupid?"

Yi Qinchen stopped and turned the person on his back, and re-gathered his strength to walk forward, and he had to bite the words to complete a sentence: "Soon, we're here."

Gu Nanxing closed his eyes and grunted lazily before saying, "Where are you going..."

"Home." Yi Qinchen replied.

After saying this, the hands drooping by his side suddenly hugged his neck, Yi Qinchen was stunned, and then moved his broken knee and continued to walk forward.

Gu Nanxing trembled slightly, and hugged him even tighter: "Go home..."

"Go home," Yi Qinchen said, "I'll take you home."

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After noon, Yuan Mucheng arrived at Wen's residence with a gift box, but Mrs. Wen was the only one who greeted him. After exchanging a few pleasantries, they somehow brought the topic to Wen Kaisen.

But the two chatted for a long time and Wen Kaisen was still missing, so Yuan Mucheng asked, "Auntie, after talking for a long time, why is there no sign of Kaisen?"

"The child's temperament is playing around again," Mrs. Wen smiled kindly, but sighed, "If you say that this child is honest, it's just that he has a stupid mouth. He didn't speak well a few days ago. There was some misunderstanding, and when he came back, he was in a panic, so he asked me to find an opportunity for him to apologize to Miss Song. As a result, the two of them became close after the conversation, and now Kaisen always has to talk about it every day. Going to find Miss Song, I think he is a bit playful at this age, if he is like his father in the future, he will be cautious when dealing with anyone, it is better to let him be less troublesome now."

Yuan Mucheng smiled and said: "Miss Song is a sentimental person, leaving aside the disputes in court, it is indeed worth meeting."

Mrs. Wen understands what Yuan Mucheng said. Wen Yao has gradually faded out of the court these years, and naturally stayed away from the rivalry between the Yan and Feng families. If Wen Kaisen had to get in touch with Song Bing, Yan Youqian and Feng Ruoping would inevitably be targeted. Then The stability he had sought all these years would be overthrown in an instant.

After hearing Yuan Mucheng's words, Mrs. Wen nodded: "That's the way to say it, but it's a pity that the two of them were born in a family of officials, and their every move involves the interests of the previous generation, so Kai Sen still doesn't know how to talk to his father about it. Regarding this matter, after all it was rumored that His Majesty wanted to marry Miss Song at the beginning of the year, Kai Sen's father didn't want to get involved in those disputes, how could he agree to Kai Sen looking for a daughter of the Minister of the Ministry of War to be his friend."

Yuan Mucheng knew Mrs. Wen's worries, and it was not appropriate for Wen Yao to know about Wen Kaisen's relationship with Song Yun. At least until Wen Kaisen hadn't figured out whether to explain it, he had better pretend not to know.

"Don't worry, my mouth is filled with iron, and I'm determined not to let the wind out," Yuan Mucheng said, nodding his finger on the gift box several times before asking, "I wonder if uncle is still in the mansion?"

Mrs. Wen said, "I'm practicing calligraphy in the study."

Yuan Mucheng smiled immediately and said, "Then I'll go catch up with my uncle, and I won't bother you here."

Mrs. Wen sighed: "Go."

The Wen Mansion's study room is well furnished, and compared with Jiang's Mansion, it is a bit less elegant. When Yuan Mucheng passed by the window, he looked at it a few times. Seeing Wen Yao's pen leaving an ink mark on the paper, he walked quickly to the door and knocked Knocked.

Not long after, a voice came from inside: "Come in."

Yuan Mucheng pushed the door and entered. When the door was closing, Wen Yao leisurely finished writing a word, raised his eyes and asked, "Why is Xiao'an here?"

"Yesterday I cleaned the mansion and found a piece of Hui ink, so I wanted to bring it to my uncle, but the Yuzhou snacks I entrusted were still on the way, so I brought the ink today." Yuan Mucheng approached, and brought the ink with Hui ink The gift box is placed lightly on the edge of the table.

Wen Yao raised his hand to signal him to sit down, and then said: "Recently, there are a lot of affairs between the court and China, did it bother you?"

In Wen Yao's eyes, Yuan Mucheng has always been a dissolute character, so he didn't hide much, lifted his robe and sat down: "That's not true, I have been very free these days, and there are old men and elder brothers in Yuzhou Camp, There's nothing serious about it lately."

"That's good." After speaking, Wen Yao reached out to dip the inkstone lightly again.

As the pen tip passed through the ink, Yuan Mucheng said slowly: "Once this incident happened about Yan Lingyong, the court will not be able to settle down for a while, what's uncle's plan?"

Wen Yao paused, didn't even move his pen, put it on the inkstone, looked straight at Yuan Mucheng and said, "Xiao'an, what do you want to say when you come today?"

Yuan Mucheng no longer had the appearance of talking and laughing with others, and his expression was serious and solemn: "I want to know why my uncle has not asked about political affairs for many years?"