[Sword Three] [Hua Yang] Qian Jixue

Chapter 8

The doctor didn't come back for the next two days, and people came and went from time to time in the camp, crying, laughing, complaining, and thanking, the sounds were like filtering through cotton, and Han Qingyun's ears were muffled when they heard them.

Mo Zhiqi told him to drink according to the prescription decoction, and spent most of the rest of the time sitting beside him watching him sleep, although he was worried but still mischievous, with a pale face, he smiled and said something interesting to him when he woke up. No, no, if there is any trouble, I will go to the same door to ask for advice.

In fact, the medicine is more or less effective, and you can always feel better after drinking it.After Tang Jun returned to Beijing, the supplies for the camps of the doctors were sufficient, no matter how poor the clear soup, noodle cakes, there would always be enough.Han Qingyun had a solid foundation, and after two days of relapse, he finally got better, and he was able to sleep peacefully with his fever gone for most of the day.

Mo Zhiqi temporarily lost the big stone in his heart, and finally had time to clean himself up.While he was asleep, he ran out excitedly, got a bowl of sweet soup from some fellow disciple, sprinkled a few sesame seeds, mixed some honey, put it in a clean porcelain bowl and brought it to him.

Han Qingyun just woke up, his cheeks had no color when the heat had receded, his sick face was scrubbed clean, he glanced at Wanhua in his single clothes, sat up under a thin blanket, and said: "It's only spring, you go out like this, you're sick what to do?"

"The scriptures are tightly wrapped, and we don't pay attention to this in the flower repair shop." Mo Zhiqi put his fear of the cold behind him, and when he was in a good mood, he groaned, blew on the soup, and winked at him, "The ability to win Get the bowl first."

"Are you fighting with your classmates?" Han Qingyun was a little speechless again.

"Don't dare, I'll take advantage of their fists and fill it myself." Mo Zhiqi blew cold and brought it to his mouth, "It's because they are stingy, they only put the honey in the jar to one bottom."

The sweet soup is very thin and tastes lukewarm, not sweet at all, but the aroma of a few sesame seeds is enough to whet one's appetite.

"Is it good?" Mo Zhiqi asked casually.

"It's delicious." Han Qingyun nodded seriously.

Wan Hua smiled apologetically knowingly, put away the empty bowl and said, "It's a pity that I can't fly in the sky after drinking it, otherwise I'll go get a few more bowls." As he spoke, he took the temperature on his forehead, and after a while, he looked at himself with satisfaction. Nod yourself.

"I'm much better. I might be able to use the sword in two days." Han Qingyun said, assuring in his defensive eyes, "Really."

"What kind of sword? Do you think those stinking fat wolves are not enough to fight? Wait until the battle is over, and then rest for a year, and the merits will always be passed on to your senior brother." Mo Zhiqi lightly suppressed his topic, moved Go over and sit down with him, "You're free then, you want to take me to Mount Hua to see Xuetuanzi."

"Are you still thinking about this?" Han Qingyun knew that he would probably not go because he was afraid of the cold and tiredness. After thinking about it, he suddenly had an idea, "Why don't you go to Hangzhou? I've seen the West Lake snow, it's beautiful and won't freeze to death. "

"What's so good about snow? Before I left my hometown, there were a lot of white stones, sometimes sparkling powder, which looks similar to snow." Mo Zhiqi said a few words, then suddenly stopped, and turned to look at the snow. Looking at him, he smiled, "It depends on your big snow dumpling."

Han Qingyun lowered his head and looked at himself a few times. He was sick and tossed for many days. His divine light was secretly wrapped in a gray blanket. How could it look like a snowball?

He opened his mouth to say something, but suddenly noticed that this was the first time Mo Zhiqi talked about his hometown.

Wanhuaspirit also has a lot of good things to say, but he hardly mentions anything about himself. After learning how to play Huajianyou, he doesn't play with his classmates, but loves to cling to Han Qingyun.I'm afraid that in the eyes of the senior brothers and the others, the two of them have been fighting all year round, and there is no difference between going out and going in and out.

And for so many years, Han Qingyun knew almost nothing about him, and Mo Zhiqi would mention him occasionally when he asked.He didn't know where he came from, who he was, and he didn't know what was wrong with the several anomalies along the way.

Have you ever put your life in each other's hands, and promised to spend the rest of your life together, the rest is not important.Unless Wanhua voluntarily tells the whole story, he doesn't intend to ask.

The slight surprise in his heart quickly dissipated, Han Qingyun found his shadow in the dark and shiny eyes, looked at him and coughed lightly: "You, why have you only thought about this for so many years? Don't change it to someone else. ?”

"Actually, I've seen him before." Mo Zhiqi smiled slyly, raised his chin, and slowly approached, "I saw you."

He kept saying he wanted to see Xue Tuan, and he had been talking about it for so many years, and he didn't know when he started to have ulterior motives.Han Qingyun was stunned, but he had no time to argue with him.

Wan Hua's kiss fell at the right time, covering his parched lips lightly and delicately, and then deepened little by little, mixed with the bitter medicine on Si's body, the taste was not inferior to a bowl of rock sugar sweet soup.

The next day was fine, and the new branches washed clean by the rain were bright green, and the camps of the doctors began to prepare to evacuate one after another.

The precipitation increases in spring, and the soaring water level crosses the low and old first dam, which will open up the river's sightlines, and it is safe to transfer as soon as possible.Fortunately, there is plenty of time, before Han Qingyun recovers enough to be able to travel without any problem.

Mo Zhiqi huddled together in the small tent with him, watching the people at the front of the camp untangle the ropes and load the carts.

Around noon, a group of people came, surrounded by a wounded knight, who was surrounded by doctors for treatment, and the busy people stopped one after another.

Mo Zhiqi went out to warm up the unfinished rice porridge for Han Qingyun, and when he brought it in, he said that he saw some cooked noodles, so he went to have a look.When Wan Hua was about to leave, she was worried, so she rekindled the fire outside for him, left her coat again, kissed his fingertips and said she would be back soon.

Han Qingyun said yes with a smile, looking at his back in thin clothes, thinking about whether to get up and put out the fire.

Mo Zhiqi is used to the warm climate in Qingyan. Although he is afraid of the cold, he doesn't like to warm up by the fire. Every time he is afraid of lighting a tent, he will run away when he does, like a child who is choked by the smoke when starting a fire.Ever since Han Qingyun fell ill, Wan Hua took care of him honestly and decently, making sure that when he woke up, there would always be a fire or sunshine to warm him up, and she herself would sit on the other side of the cold.

After half a bowl of hot porridge, Han Qingyun regained his energy, tied up his hair loosely, put on Mo Zhiqi's outer shirt, smelled the reassuring scent above, lay on his side listening to the gossip of the campers, and had a pair of eyes There is sunshine in everything you look at.

The children recovering from health are full of energy, and they weave a small ball with the dead grass and branches of the next year. When the ball is kicked in the open space, if they accidentally kick it sideways, the sepak takraw ball will go across the camp and slowly stop in the tent. .

Han Qingyun sat up, reached for the sepak takraw ball, and threw it back to the children who were peeping outside, and immediately heard cheers.

He looked at the sun shining outside, and his smile gradually faded, when suddenly the curtain was lifted and lowered, and someone stooped in - it was a senior brother.

Han Qingyun had been ill for a while, and the Hukou had already been beaten.Whether it was ambush, annihilation or support, they all fought very well. The spike soldiers were intercepted on the outskirts of Luoyang, and they could not threaten here for the time being.The evacuated refugees were also generally unharmed. Half of those with mild symptoms from the previous epidemic survived, and some people went to the camp of Tang soldiers and knights to beg for water two days ago.

The senior brother asked about his condition, so he told him about the recent situation, and also said that someone in the team was wounded by a hidden weapon and was dying, so he rushed to send it over.

They chatted for a long time, but they didn't realize that the sun was moving to the west, and the burning fire was gradually dimming.

Mo Zhiqi came back late, so he put down the bucket and patted his sleeves, and bumped into the senior brother who was leaving.

"I didn't expect my brother to get better so quickly. Could it be that Xiu Huajian also has some tricks to heal people?" The brother nodded at him.

"Yes, I can also prescribe prescriptions." Mo Zhiqi stepped aside to make way, "Mimosa, Jieyuhua, Acacia Acacia Angelica, how about it?"

The senior brother was stunned, and shook his head in embarrassment when he realized it: "Mo Zhiqi, you know poverty."

Mo Zhiqi happily watched him off, and when he turned around, he saw Han Qingyun huddled there coughing and laughing, and hurried over to pat him on the back: "What are you laughing at? I'm not good at what I said?"

"You... are in such a hurry to drive him away, cough, what are you doing? Cough cough, senior brother is so angry that he fell down his sleeves... No, cough, insist on saying yes, you have to fight..." Han Qingyun laughed straight Shake your head.

"Why are you fighting with him? We'll fight when you recover." Mo Zhiqi asked him to lie down, and when his cough stopped, he lay on the side with half his body supported, and said, "They're going in the direction of Xijing. If If the situation is good, don't follow the medical team, I will send you back to the valley to recuperate, okay?"

"Okay." Han Qingyun nodded, turned sideways to grab his hand and held it, "Why is it so cold?"

"Go to a distant place to fetch water. It's okay if you've been out for a long time." Mo Zhiqi stroked his forehead hair every now and then.

"Brother said that the wind has been strong these few days, and many people in the camp have caught wind and cold, so you should be more careful." Han Qingyun instructed, nestling there warm enough to make him feel sleepy.

"Yes." Mo Zhiqi hurriedly agreed, and asked, "Are you sleepy? Sleep first or drink water first?"

"Go to sleep first." Han Qingyun was so sleepy that he didn't want to open his eyes.

"Okay." Mo Zhiqi pulled up the thin blanket for him, and said softly, "I'll call you again for dinner."

Han Qingyun clasped his fingers with him, and replied vaguely: "Well... you called me."