Time is slow

   Chapter 264 Life doesn't matter, death doesn't matter

   Shao Mingyuan almost opened the letter with trembling hands.

"Tingquan, it's like picking up a pen. Wen Jun, the white horse has stepped on the border... You don't have to think about me, but now there are **** clouds everywhere, the city is full of wolves, and a few families can do it. What you do is for the people of the world. Seeking fortune... I hope you will cherish it and triumph at an early date."

  Shao Mingyuan finished reading word by word, and covered his face with his hands.

  It turns out that his wife wrote him a letter even before he wrote the first letter.

   She asked him not to miss her, she understood his ambition and was looking forward to his triumphant return.

   But in the end, she finally met him, but what she was looking forward to was a sharp arrow shot into her heart.

   He didn't even say a word to her.

   Shao Mingyuan was so distressed that he could not stand, so he had to squat down slowly.

   The unspeakable sadness and guilt almost broke his reason and drove him crazy.

   How well his mother knew him, she used a letter to let him live and die without any regrets.

  The smell of fishy and sweet came up, and a mouthful of blood spurted out uncontrollably, followed by the second mouthful and the third mouthful.

   Hearing the movement, the guard was dumbfounded, remembering Chenguang's instructions and running away.

   Qiao Zhao, who received the news, was taken aback: "Why did you vomit blood again?"

   Chenguang cried worse than a child: "It is said that the general vomited a lot of blood when he saw the letter from the general's wife to him. Three girls, go and save our general."

  Qiao Zhao hurried to the champion's mansion, but was closed.

   "General Shao said he couldn't see me?"

   The personal guard hurriedly explained: "It's not that I don't see you, the general said that I want to be alone and quiet, and I don't want to see anyone."

   He said this, but his face was pleading, lest Qiao Zhao just leave.

  Qiao Zhao raised his eyebrows.

   He vomited blood after the needle was given, yet he was still self-willed with her?

   What exactly was written in that letter, she barely remembered herself, so he just—

  Thinking of this, Qiao Zhao couldn't tell what he was feeling, and said with a stern face, "Get out of the way."

   "The general will be to blame—" Before the guard could finish speaking, he just brushed the ground and walked away.

  Qiao Zhao: "..." Is such a subordinate really good?

   She pushed the door and entered.

  The room was very quiet, Shao Mingyuan lay with his eyes closed, and heard the movement in a low voice: "Go out."

   "It's me." Qiao Zhao said, not affected by the gloomy atmosphere in the room at all, he raised his foot and walked over.

   Shao Mingyuan opened his eyes and said in a light tone, "Miss Li."

  Qiao Zhao sat down beside him: "Stand out your hand."

   Shao Mingyuan didn't move.

  Qiao Zhao looked at him: "I heard that General Shao's physical condition was repeated because of reading the letters. Since General Shao does not cooperate, then I will confiscate those letters."

   Well, she was definitely not out of curiosity, she was all thinking about Shao Mingyuan's body.

   Shao Mingyuan extended his hand honestly.

  Qiao Zhao put his hand on his wrist, checked his pulse, and asked him, "Do you still have the Quhan Pill that I gave you last time?"

"there is none left."

   "Finished?" Qiao Zhao narrowed his eyes.

   Aware of Qiao Zhao's unhappy expression, Shao Mingyuan nodded: "Yes."

  Qiao Zhao glanced at him and immediately exposed: "General Shao gave it to the Marquis of Jing'an."

   "How did Miss Li find out?" Shao Mingyuan was even more curious than embarrassed.

   "I saw the Marquis of Jing'an today and found that he also has cold poison, but it is not as serious as you."

   Shao Mingyuan's eyes lit up: "Can Miss Li treat my father?"

   "Yes." Qiao Zhao deserved it.

   "Then I'll send someone to talk to my father."

   Miss Qiao nodded calmly: "Well, General Shao, please take care of yourself. But remember to remind Ling Zun that the treatment method at that time is the same as the treatment method for General Shao today, I hope he can adapt to it."

   "Same?" The young general was stunned, his face darkened, "Miss Li said the same, meaning—"

   "Oh, take off your shirt." Qiao Zhao said calmly.

   Shao Mingyuan coughed suddenly.

  Qiao Zhao poured a glass of water and handed it over.

   Shao Mingyuan took a few sips of water to suppress his shock, and said to Qiao Zhao with a bit of embarrassment: "I don't know if Miss Li still has a cold-dispelling pill, so I'm thinking of shamelessly asking for some for my father."

   "Don't you need me to diagnose and treat Ling Zun?"

   "No need, no need, let's wait for Li Shenyi to come back."

  Qiao Zhao secretly laughed.

  The cold poison of the Marquis of Jing'an was different from that of Shao Mingyuan. It was not serious in the first place. If you take Quhan Pills for a long time, it can be slowly eliminated.

  Well, in fact, she was just a little unhappy looking at this person who was half-dead and still thinking about others.

   This kind of patient knows how to cause trouble.

   "If that's the case, then that's it." Miss Qiao looked regretful.

  Shao Mingyuan: "..." In Miss Li's eyes, there is really no difference between men and women. He thought that Miss Li treated him a little differently, and he was really ashamed.

   "Then General Shao, undress."

   Shao Mingyuan subconsciously grabbed the placket: "I—"

  Qiao Zhao's face sank: "Does General Shao think that I am taking advantage of you when I see your body?"

   "No, it's down... Taikoo..." Shao Mingyuan thought for a while, but couldn't find a more appropriate statement.

  Qiao Zhao looked at him silently.

   Shao Mingyuan was seen rather uncomfortable.

  Qiao Zhao sighed: "General Shao, are you resisting treatment?"

   "I didn't." He just couldn't undress in front of a young girl, even though the girl kept insisting that she was a doctor.

   "You have. In your eyes, I can't see the will to survive." Qiao Zhao said in one sentence.

   This idiot, he may not have suicidal thoughts, but he also has no desire to survive. He probably just lets things take their course.

   Is he a monk?

   Even monks don’t really look forward to attaining bliss early.

  Shao Mingyuan was silent for a while.

  Qiao Zhao followed silently.

   After an unknown amount of time, Qiao Zhao spoke first: "Because of those letters?"

   She actually understands Shao Mingyuan's pain. Mrs. Shen, the Hou's wife of Jing'an, is not an exaggeration to say that her heart is like a poisonous scorpion.

   Not to mention Shao Mingyuan, even if she knew what happened today, the box of letters became a hill in her heart. The person in front of her no longer seemed to be a symbol that made her feel annoyed and resentful when she thought of it, and represented the name of her husband.

   He once wrote her a letter to her family. If she could receive it, she would have filled a box long ago.

   With her reply, he might write more.

   For some reason, his thoughts drifted here, and Qiao Zhao's heart suddenly felt sour.

   What would have happened if she had just died?

  Because I know it, I know how regretful it is to never know these things.

  Qiao Zhao raised his hand and pressed the corner of his eye lightly.

   "Miss Li—" Shao Mingyuan shouted softly.

   "General Shao is accustomed to life and death. He should understand better than me that only living has infinite possibilities. When a person dies, nothing is left."

She didn't need to talk about such big truths as   , but who made this idiot in front of her seem to be on the cusp of a bullshit?

   Shao Mingyuan smiled bleakly: "What Miss Li said is that when a person dies, nothing is possible."

   His wife is dead, so he no longer has the possibility to take care of her, protect her, or even... love her.

   "That's not necessarily true." Miss Qiao reached out and landed on Shao Mingyuan's shirt.

   I have few talents and little learning, so I can't write ancient prose. The family letter in the text quoted some words and phrases from the "Book with Wife" written by the martyr Lin Juemin in the late Qing Dynasty.

   (end of this chapter)