A foolish king has a disease, a male concubine has medicine

At the bottom of the cliff, apart from the verdant and sheltered trees, there are green bamboos. The bamboo is not thick, it is the size of a fence. Although it is a bit laborious to use a shovel, it can be used anyway.

Twelve roots were cut in one hour, seven were laid flat to make them wide, and three were made vertical to make them long.The snow-colored coat was torn by branches, but it was very convenient for Zhong Linghuai to tear it into strips and use it to fix the bamboo frame.

It took another hour to tether the rope, pulling the shovel to expand the hole where Lin Chishuang was buried. He needed to put the bamboo frame in, and moving it at will would easily cause the bones to move.

Shovel after shovel of wet soil was thrown out of the pit from the bottom of the pit.

Among the huts.

"Hurry up and eat, don't look at me, I don't have your little brother." Put a chopstick of meat into the boy's bowl, and Han Bicheng ate the rice in the bowl by himself.

"It's so late, and there are so many snakes, insects, rats and ants in the mountains, what if my little brother is bitten?" Han Zimu held his chubby face in his light white hands, and the word worry was written all over his immature face. Watch for anyone coming through the fence.

"Hey, you kid, I haven't seen your grandpa worrying about me for so many years. You are so worried about that young man who fell off the cliff." Han Bicheng looked at his kid, feeling a little apprehensive. taste.

"Little brother looks better than you." Han Zimu made a face at him, quickly picked up the food in the bowl, moved a small stool, held a lark lamp in his hand, and sat in front of the yard waiting for someone.

Two hours passed in a flash while Han Zimu nodded and dozed off.

Seeing that his grandson was about to fall to the ground, Han Bicheng strode forward and pulled it into his arms. Hearing that his grandson was still calling him little brother even in his dreams, Han Bicheng shook his head amusedly.

Cover the kid with a thicker quilt, go out to clean up the Lark Lantern that was still overturned on the ground, and heard a sound mopping the ground not far away.

Looking forward with the lantern, the young man was dressed in ragged clothes, mostly cut by the weeds in the mountains, leaning on a bamboo stick, and pulling a man with a bamboo frame. grass.

Zhong Linghuai stood still, cupped his hands and said, "Sir."

"Come in, my grandson just fell asleep, don't wake him up." Open the small door of the fenced yard wider, "My yard is simple, and there are no beds left. So—"

"My husband doesn't need a bed. I just hope that my husband can put the bamboo frame in the room. He has many wounds on his body. Once he gets inflamed, the consequences will be disastrous." Zhong Linghuai was embarrassed to disturb him, and naturally he didn't want to let him spare anything. place to come.

Naturally, Han Bicheng didn't ask Zhong Linghuai how to deal with him. He raised the whole bamboo frame with one hand and put it in the room. Sure enough, martial arts practitioners are different from ordinary people. .”

"I know, thank you sir for being willing to take action." Zhong Linghuai did not hear Han Bicheng's next words, and the sound of closing the door and locking the door responded to him.

I found the stone steps at the door, sat down, picked up the trouser legs, and looked at the wound with flesh turned out. There was some inflammation oozing out. I tore off a piece of clean cloth on my body, treated the pus, and opened the wound as much as possible. long.

Pulling open the front of his clothes, he took a look at the wound on his body. The wound on his shoulder was covered with wine and a thick layer of gold sore medicine. Now that he saw it, he remembered it and sprinkled some powder on the wound on his ankle. After all It is the medicine of the palace, and it is extremely effective.

Han Bicheng looked at the young man lying on the bamboo frame, and felt that time makes people old. He used to be so youthful, which caused him to be in debt.Even if I am injured like this, I still have to protect the kid outside the door. I am deeply affectionate, and the sun and the moon can learn from each other.

The trauma was indeed multiple fractures. Looking at the fixing method on Lin Chishuang's body, it was good, and it would not be displaced. I touched the leg bones, and there was no mistake in the bone setting. "The kid outside the door has a bit of a talent for studying medicine."

Under the red candle, a row of silver needles glowed with cold light, passed through the fire, and fell into the various acupuncture points. Nine scattered people were hit and almost lost their lives. Firstly, although it has no antidote, secondly, it is you There is no time to take the antidote. This kid has been able to procrastinate until now only because there are several medicines in his body that are incompatible with Jiufen, but because of the forced use of internal force, the poison has entered the meridians. Now he can only limit the poison to the periphery. Keep it out of your mind.

The red candle in the house was blown out, Zhong Ling put down half of it with a hanging heart, rubbed his arms, the bottom of the cliff was damp and cold, especially at night, just now he had been pulling Lin Chishuang and the bamboo frame without noticing it, now sitting Here, it feels even colder.

"Squeak-"

Zhong Linghuai looked at the quilt that fell from the sky and covered his face.Just as I wanted to see what was going on inside the door, I closed it again.

A faint voice came, "I'll freeze to death tomorrow, I'm afraid my grandson will make trouble with me."

Zhong Linghuai looked at the quilt in his arms, but he thought in his heart that if he survived a catastrophe, there must be future blessings.Cover it on your body, close your eyes and sleep, with something on your mind, you will naturally wake up very early the next day.

It's just that when he opened his eyes, he saw the little boy from yesterday again, staring at him with wide eyes, motionless, "Little Master, what's wrong?"

"Little brother, are you hungry? I'll cook for you." Han Zimu puffed his cheeks and said, pointing his finger in the direction of the kitchen.

"I'm not hungry yet. When will your grandfather get up?" Zhong Linghuai caught a glimpse of the wooden door on the side not yet opened from the corner of his eye, and his eyes were a little disappointed.

"Grandpa will get up when I finish breakfast." The little boy scratched his head.

"Then I'll do it with you." A light flashed in Zhong Linghuai's eyes, he stood up leaning on a bamboo stick, and led the boy to the kitchen.

Zhong Linghuai didn't know how to make a fire, so Han Zimu did the job of making a fire, and he helped cook some porridge and baked a few pancakes.

During the period, I chatted with Xiao Tong a lot. Han Zimu liked this little brother, and it can be said that he sold himself out during the chat.

"You made these things." Looking at the food on the stone table, Han Zimu has been cooking for so many years and still only knows how to make porridge for breakfast, and this porridge is easy to get mushy, but it's not as thick as it is today.Seeing him staring into the room, Han Bicheng smiled, "Go and see him."

"Thank you Mr. Han." Zhong Linghuai bowed to Han Bicheng, then limped into the house.

"How much did you tell him?" Sitting on the stone bench, he took out a pancake with some side dishes, rolled it lightly, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"I didn't say much, I didn't say anything about us coming out to avoid revenge, otherwise what should I do if I scare my little brother away." Han Zimu ate the cake baked by his little brother, and felt that this decision was very correct.

Han Bicheng, who was eating a cake, got stuck in his throat with a mouthful of side dish: ...