[Sword Three] Pinellia

Purple Pearl, Junchen, Bupleurum...

Ban Xia carefully picked the herbs. She was carefree when she was in the valley. She never thought that she would sit quietly and carefully prepare a prescription for a person, for fear of using the wrong amount.

But that person never woke up.

She added water to the casserole, put it on the small stove, sat in front of the stove, and watched the fire with a cattail fan.

The flames are high and low, revealing the heat that does not belong to winter.

"Huh—" the cattail fan flapped quickly.

"Sister."

"Ban Xia, why are you here?" The girl looked at the person standing at the door with lively eyebrows and smiled.

Ban Xia didn't answer, she walked to Dang Gui and sat down, "It's so boring."

"I'll get you something to eat. Help me check the heat!"

Danggui went to search for the snacks hidden by Mogong, and gave it to Banxia, ​​"He brought this back from the valley yesterday, try it?"

The scorching sun of summer scorches the earth, and it is an anxious season.

"what is this?"

"Master Uncle's new prescription, it is estimated that people will die if they eat it." Danggui stuck out her tongue, "I'm going to the back mountain to test the medicine, should I go?"

Houshan is the place where Yaoren's dumb servant lives, and Banxia doesn't want to go, because the people there always remind her of bad memories, but Danggui often goes there.

rainwater.

"It's raining so much! Pinellia help me find a piece of clothing, I'm drowning!" The girl ran back from the outside, holding a lotus leaf in her hand, the wind was too strong, the rain hit her body, and a lotus leaf was useless.

"clothing."

"Thank you Banxia." Danggui saw that Banxia's gaze had been fixed on the lotus leaf in his hand, and he was a little embarrassed, "I picked it secretly from Xianji Rock, so don't tell Uncle Yuluan~"

"What to do at Xianji Rock?"

"Mr. Mo is going. The lotus seeds are already ripe. Tomorrow, senior sister will cook lotus seed porridge for you, okay?"

So that lotus seed porridge always seemed to disappear without a trace.

"Banxia Banxia, ​​this is what Master told me, please!"

"Is the senior sister going to the uncle's place again?"

"Mr. Seng asked him to discuss skills, so I had to work hard."

Wind blows.

"It's getting cold, Ban Xia remember to add more clothes."

Ban Xia stopped, and the master asked himself to endorse the book again.

"Is the senior sister making this to give to Master Mogong?"

The girl blushed, "Nonsense..."

"Senior sister, will it snow in the valley?"

"Hey, no. What's the matter, Ban Xia, does he miss the outside world?"

"No." It's just that the snow in Chang'an is cold.

"Hmph! I told him not to take it indiscriminately. If he messes with the prescription, he will not be afraid of killing himself." The girl rarely lost her temper.

"what did you eat?"

"He ate his face like a vegetable!" the girl laughed again, "Why don't you go and see Ban Xia?"

Shaking his head, "Master is going to Shuozhou."

"Do you want to go with Ban Xia? I heard it's very cold there..."

It is very cold.

Snow covered thousands of miles.

I don't know what it looks like when the spring snow melts.

"Gudu-"

Pinellia came to his senses suddenly, the medicine overflowed.She hurriedly removed the cover, her hands were unstable, and the cover fell in half.

I closed my eyes and switched to my left hand.

Her right hand looked no different from a normal person, but she still couldn't exert any strength.I don't know what's going on there, anyway, Ban Xia doesn't think it's a good thing.

"Miss Banxia!" Zhao Cheng ran over suddenly, saw the fragments on the ground, hurriedly picked them up and put them aside, "Miss Banxia, ​​Wuding him, he is awake."

Eyelids lowered, Pinellia extinguished the fire in the furnace, took the porcelain bowl, and slowly poured the brown-black concoction into it. She was methodical, but made Zhao Cheng anxious, "What kind of medicine does the girl want?"

Sighing, "Zhao Cheng. Do you know what is in this medicine?"

"what?"

Ban Xia refused to answer, picked up the medicine bowl, "Let's go."

"I'll tell Qu Shuai, Miss Banxia, ​​be careful on the road, it snowed yesterday and the road is slippery."

——What was in the medicine?

Sometimes I think, if the medicine is more bitter, will you wake up when you can't bear it?

Seeing the man drink it without changing his face, Ban Xia pursed his lips and took the medicine bowl, "How do you feel?"

"Good medicine tastes bitter." Feng Wuding had a good temper as usual, "What day is today?"

"Tomorrow is the winter solstice."

"I'm going to eat dumplings."

"Hmm..." a monotone with unknown meaning.

Feathered by Feng Wuding's gaze, Ban Xia touched her face, "What's wrong?"

Feng Wuding looked down, "Your hand is alright?"

Moving her fingers, Ban Xia didn't answer.I don't want to answer this question, sorry.

silence.

This is what Yan Wangqing saw when he came in. Two people, one big and one small, sat silently facing each other.

There is something strange in it.

Yan Wangqing felt that she shouldn't have come...

But Ban Xia has already discovered her.She turned her head and saw Yan Wangqing, but she didn't express anything, but this action made Feng Wuding see Yan Wangqing, struggling to get off the ground.

"You haven't recovered from your injury, you still need to rest well." Yan Wangqing persuaded.

Ban Xia silently moved away a little bit.

Yan Wangqing and Feng Wuding actually had nothing to talk about, they mentioned the advance envoy sent by An Lushan, Xi Ren's internal actions.

The Iron-Blooded Marshal asked the question in her heart, which was not something that could be said at all.

Feng Wuding suddenly looked at Banxia.

Ban Xia: "?"

"Remember what you told me?"

Ban Xia shook her head.In fact, she didn't listen much to their conversation just now, and it's not just one thing she said in the same letter, so how could she know what the other party was referring to.

"An Lushan sent troops here."

"What's wrong?" The implication is, what does it have to do with me?

Feng Wuding sighed, "Think about it carefully."

"..." Ban Xia stared down at her toes in a daze, "This battle must be lost."

Yan Wangqing and Feng Wuding were both taken aback.

"How could it be that I, Cangyun, have 10 iron cavalry, guarding the pass, and Xi Ren's army with [-] horses may not be able to attack it."

"How can the victory or defeat be covered by one?" Ban Xia suddenly raised his head and looked at Feng Wuding, "Will you go to the battlefield?"

"It's natural. We'll be stationed at the border. If the army comes to attack, there's no reason not to fight..."

"Then let's take care of your injuries." Ban Xia got up and walked out after finishing speaking.

※※※

When Fan Yangjun arrived at Yanmen Pass, Angelica also came.

It is the twelfth lunar month, approaching the end of the year.The soldiers in Cang Yun's army seemed to be agitated.

Win a battle and have a good year.

Even during this new year's festival, there are no relatives around, no warm kang mats.

The wind and snow blowing in the north for many years accompanied this group of warriors through life and death, parting, and loneliness.

The two commanders did not choose to disclose Xi Ren's internal actions, but the recent patrols are obviously more rigorous than before.The soldiers on the Wild Goose Pagoda added a few more people to ensure that the situation would not be missed for half an hour.

Xue Zhi arranged a banquet for An Lushan to welcome the wind and wash away the dust.

In another tent, Amaru sighed at Ban Xia's hand.

"If you want to fully recover, you have to cut off the wrong tendon and connect it again. You must know the pain involved..."

"Ma Fei San." Ban Xia said.

Amaru coughed lightly, it's been a few days since I've seen him, why is this kid still talking the same way.

"I didn't expect this when I came here, so I forgot to bring it." Dang Gui said.

"Healers—"

"Stop." Ink Worker interrupted Banxia quickly, this little bastard would definitely torture them to death by dropping the book bag, "Banxia, ​​don't embarrass Ah Ma Lu. This is inevitable."

"No." Turning his back to the three of them.

"Ban Xia ~"

silence.

"Ban Xia ~"

Lift your legs and leave.

"Ban Xia!"

The ink worker spread his hands, "It's still the same."

"What do you think we should do?" Ama Lu looked at Mogong, "I can't knock him out."

Mo Gong suddenly smiled, "You have a good idea."

"Pfft——" Dang Gui, who was honestly drinking tea, finally couldn't help it anymore, "Mo Gong, calm down, this is Yanmen Pass, if people know that I, Wan Hua, are such 'characters', where will I lose my face? .”

"No way, Banxia is afraid of pain, you want her to obediently stretch out her hand to be stabbed by a knife, what are you dreaming about?" Mo Gong frowned, "Also, I am your uncle, so you are not allowed to call me by my name directly."

"Whenever you are half as stable as Master, I will call you Uncle Master." Dang Gui smiled.

"Stop making trouble, think of a way." Amaru rubbed his forehead, feeling a headache.

"Is there anything I can do, Ban Xia's petty temper, tsk tsk, my senior brother has a headache. Apart from tying it up, there is nothing else."

Danggui smiled helplessly, "That's all, I'll try to persuade her tomorrow, if I can't persuade her anymore, you can tie her up."

The moon is in the sky.

An Lushan was slightly drunk from drinking, and was helped back to the tent by his favorite eunuch Li Zhuer.

This burly man, who couldn't even walk steadily, entered the tent but was not as drunk as he was at the banquet.

Li Zhu'er lit the candles, and stood aside with a slight bow, "Does your lord want to rest now?"

An Lushan leaned on the couch, "Zhuer, what do you think of Xue Zhi?"

Li Zhu'er replied respectfully: "It's a character, but it's a pity that I don't know how to change it."

The person on the couch opened his arms, squinted his eyes, and said, "Change clothes for me."

Li Zhu'er's expression remained the same, he walked forward, took off the robes and clothes for An Lushan, and laid the waiter down, thought for a while, and asked, "Are you going to bed tonight, my lord?"

"Hmm...it's called Yue Ji..."

"Yes." Li Zhu'er withdrew in small steps. When he retreated to the door, he suddenly heard the person lying inside calling his name, so he stopped, "What else do you want?"

I only heard a drunken voice behind the screen, "Pig, have you ever hated?"

"My lord is drunk." Li Zhu'er withdrew.

do you hate...

At that time, An Lushan held the knife in his own hand, and went to his symbol of being a man.He was bleeding so much that he almost thought he was going to die like this.

It's really a long time ago...

Li Zhu'er slowly raised his head, the snow outside did not know when it started to fall again, falling on his face, it was icy cold.

The author has something to say: Li Zhuer--I feel that this person has been whitewashed?

In fact, his sense of presence in history is not very high...