This is a small courtyard on the outskirts of Yecheng that is already remote and somewhat dilapidated, and there are tiles in the house to cover the head, although the walls on all sides are dilapidated, they can still block the cold wind and snow outside, which is much better than those desolate places with broken walls.

The firewood outside the courtyard is half-hidden, and the thick snow on the way into the house is a path that has been stepped out of by life, and now it is night, and the candle is lit in the house for a long time, and the firelight shines through the paper window that has just been pasted, reflecting on the snow in the courtyard, and there is a faint warmth.

In the bedroom in the house, you can occasionally hear the sound of someone coughing intermittently, follow the sound, but see a long-term sick person lingering on the sickbed has already been a little unconscious, coughing and muttering to himself shouting 'cold', a thin figure who has been guarding the side of the sickbed, a man dressed as a scholar, immediately ran to take the only warm gray squirrel robe next to the master and put it on the master.

Obviously, a few stacks of bedding have been covered with a few layers of bedding to drown this somewhat weak body, and a charcoal fire has already been set up in the house, but the owner has been in a high fever now, no matter how warm he is, he has been shouting cold, and seeing that the master's appearance is becoming more and more thin and bloodless, and the conversation between the two people in the small hall outside the bedroom is passed in, and the scholar heard it, almost hope, and he can't help but turn pale, and for a while sadness comes from it, and he doesn't know what to do, so he can only bury his head and sob.

The wooden door of the house opened from the inside, because it was in disrepair, and there was a loose creaking sound when it was pushed open, and a man dressed in young and delicate clothes reached out to open the curtain that blocked the wind and snow outside the door, and made a slight gesture of invitation, and a moment later an elderly man dressed in a gray beard walked out.

After the two walked out of the house, Lang Zhong shook his head and said:

"Sister Ling's condition is serious, and it will be delayed for a long time, and the old man is also incompetent, if the fever still does not go away tonight, I am afraid that it will be more auspicious!"

When the handsome man heard this, his expression was solemn, but he was silent.

The old man wanted to speak and stopped, and after thinking for a while, he finally said:

"The boy vomited blood, and his years were not guaranteed. Now Ling Mei is suffering from hemoptysis, but I am afraid that it will be tuberculosis, even if I am lucky enough to survive tonight, I will ...... in the future."

......

"What did you say?"

Before Lao Langzhong finished speaking, he was interrupted by a loud voice.

Following the prestige, not far from the firewood, I don't know when there were many people surging, just because of the snowy night, I can't see how many people really came, but there are people with torches waiting around this small courtyard, and it seems that this small courtyard has been surrounded.

The old man was secretly frightened, fearing that he had encountered a thief, and he couldn't help but tremble. After all, now that the war is in chaos and people's hearts are fluctuating, the current days are already precarious.

A handsome man wearing a cloak and mink hair took the lead in pushing away the half-hidden firewood and walked over quickly in the snow, with an angry face and a slightly terrifying expression on his face.

The handsome man didn't care about sweeping away the wind and snow on his body, and asked eagerly:

"What vomiting blood? What years are not guaranteed? You make it clear to me!"

Because I was worried about Ming Yi's physical condition, I braved the biting cold wind all the way and rushed to the horse, and finally arrived here when I heard the words of Lao Langzhong, and I was immediately flustered, I couldn't believe it, and my tone became rapid and stern when I spoke, and I gave birth to a bit of aggressive posture.

Lao Langzhong couldn't help but tremble with fright from my momentum, and he didn't dare to take a breath, regretting that he shouldn't have come here, and he wanted to suffer a disaster.

The handsome man was afraid that my actions would frighten this old man, so he hurriedly blocked in front of the old man, bowed down to me and saluted me, called me, and said:

"Son, this is Lang Zhong invited by his subordinates. ”

I fixed my eyes on the handsome man in front of me, and recognized him at a glance, and despite his dissuasion, I hurriedly asked:

"Ziyu, you let this Lang Zhong make it clearer, Ming Yi, what's wrong?"

"Morning!"

Behind me, a flowing white figure also quickly stepped up and took my hand, blocking my way, and after meeting my somewhat anxious and fiery gaze, he shook his head and signaled me to calm down for a while.

I suddenly couldn't suppress my uncontrollable emotions, anxious and anxious and anxious gasp, lest Ming Yi really do this, this Lang Zhong's life is on the verge of death, at this moment I feel breathless, hurriedly took Wan'er's hand, and said eagerly:

"Wan'er, did he just say that Yi might not be able to make it through tonight? No, it's not true, she's still so young, she's only seventeen years old, it's not true, right?"

Wan'er looked at my somewhat panicked and uncontrollable appearance, and suddenly felt distressed, and couldn't help but reach out to caress my face, and said softly and comfortingly:

"No, Mingyi will be fine......"

Seeing Wan'er's worried eyes, I realized that my emotions were a little out of control, and I tried to suppress the uneasiness and fear that emerged in my heart, and cast an apologetic look at Wan'er, bowing my head slightly, indicating that I was fine.

Wan'er's worried look eased a little, tightened the hand holding me slightly, and said to me gently and firmly:

"I'll wait in the inner hall in peace, okay?"

I knew that Wan'er was worried that I would be cranky alone, so in order not to worry Wan'er, I tried to calm my emotions and nodded in agreement.

Wan'er bowed her head slightly with satisfaction, and then said to Ziyu:

"Ziyu, help me bring the medicine box. ”

"Yes, Lord!"

Ziyu got the order, and immediately walked quickly to the people and horses parked outside the small courtyard.

Wan'er easily opened my hand, then looked at Lao Langzhong with a gentle face, nodded slightly, and said:

"Master, please also take a break in the inner hall, and after I have checked Ming Yi's pulse, I will ask the master for a lesson or two. ”

Lao Langzhong saw that the young man in white was personable, outstanding, and polite and easy-going, so he immediately felt a little more good about him, and heard that this little brother wanted to ask him about the condition of the patient Fang Cai, but it was conceivable that this young man was also a peer, since he wanted to discuss the situation of the patient, Lao Langzhong also felt that brainstorming was more helpful in diagnosing and treating the patient, so he readily agreed.

The old man reined in his thoughts, then smiled and said:

"It turns out that the little brother is also a person in the apricot forest, it is easy to say, it is the duty of a doctor to cure the sick and save people, but there is a need, and it is incumbent!"

Immediately, Lao Langzhong took the initiative to make his debut and invited Wan'er into the house.

Wan'er also returned the salute, and it happened that Ziyu took the medicine box, and the master and servant entered the house one after the other, and went straight to the bedroom.

When the man in white was sent in, Lao Langzhong saw that the man in black was in place, his eyes were deep and dark, and he seemed to be a little unapproachable, difficult to get close, and Lao Langzhong suddenly felt worried, and for a while he didn't know whether it was appropriate for him to follow him into the house, and he could only stand in place and dare not move at will.

I was in a trance, and after meeting the old man's searching gaze, I quickly gathered my thoughts, and saw that the old man was standing on the side with his hands hanging down and didn't dare to move, thinking that he was frightened by the team of people outside the courtyard, and was afraid that he had caused some big trouble, and saw that I looked indifferent, as if the person who came was not good, so he was so cautious and did not dare to move at will.

I hurriedly clasped my fists and saluted, apologetically, and said:

"Master, the younger generation is in a hurry and offended, please Haihan!"

Immediately make a letter of invitation, after all, it is cold and freezing, so it is better to ask him to go into the house first.

The old man nodded and said busily:

"Don't dare, don't dare, it's better for the big officials to invite first. ”

I pondered for a moment, thinking that this old man should have guessed our origin, after all, the situation is turbulent now, it is really unusual for so many people to appear in a remote place, plus this place is not too far from where the Northern Wei army is stationed, and people who understand the situation a little can naturally guess our origin, no wonder he is so afraid.

I didn't say anything more, so I went into the house first, and it wasn't long before Lao Langzhong followed into the house.

After entering the house, I realized that the furnishings in the house were so simple, the house was surrounded by walls, and there were few decent household items for a long time.

And Ziyu also mentioned in the letter that this small courtyard was only a temporary shelter, just because when she found Ming Yi, she was seriously ill and unconscious, so it was not easy to travel and travel, so she settled in this remote and quiet courtyard first.

Seeing this situation, I couldn't help but sigh sadly, I originally thought that Ming Yi should be in Nanchen at this moment, the political situation in Nanchen is relatively stable and rich, and there will be no danger to his life, but I never thought that this child would also leave to come to Northern Qi, this is something I never expected, I failed to take care of her, it was my fault!

Ziyu said in the letter that she had been found in a refugee camp, and that when she was found, she was emaciated, hungry, cold, and sick.

For a while, I couldn't help but fall into deep self-remorse, and I was silent for a long time without speaking.

And it didn't take long for the maid who had been serving with Ming Yi to invite Lao Langzhong into the bedroom at Wan'er's suggestion, but she didn't follow back to the bedroom, and walked to me with a painting scroll and a bamboo tube in her hand, and then Ying Ying bowed down, and said sadly while shedding tears:

"The servant is useless, and he failed to protect the little master, please punish the son!"

I hurriedly stretched out my hand to help this loyal girl, if she hadn't been waiting by Ming Yi's side, Ming Yi might not have been able to hold on to it now.

"You have done a good job, there is no need to blame yourself so much, thanks to the fact that you have been taking care of Mingyi, during this time, you have suffered, please start first. ”

Hearing this, the girl cried even more, and said emotionally:

"If the little master goes, the maid will never live alone, but the little master still has a wish to fulfill, so the maid must give these two paintings to the son. ”

After speaking, the girl solemnly handed over the painting scroll and bamboo tube in her hand to me, wiped her tears, and respectfully got up and returned to the bedroom.

I looked at the things in my hand, I couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and then put the bamboo tube aside, opened the scroll, when the scene in the painting came into view, my eyes did not feel a stagnation, but it turned out that this was a beautiful picture.

Meiman is like a quiet woman, and she is like a flying fairy.

This is my first impression when I saw this beautiful picture, I didn't expect that in just a few months, Ming Yi's painting work has become more and more proficient, to the realm, the beautiful woman dancing in this painting is smiling, every move is so vivid, long hope as if to come out of the painting, amazing.

But what really makes me care is not the fairy-like appearance of the woman in this painting, but the irrepressible warm affection of the person who painted the woman in this painting, this painting really reminded me of the first painting painted by the first emperor for the first empress that night in Tongtian Pavilion, Wan'er let me see - "The Maiden's Maundy Foot".

......

"Because it is a beloved, I don't want to fake the hands of others. ”

At that time, Ming Yi once borrowed a sentence from the first emperor to explain the reason why I didn't want her to paint for Wan'er.

Now, she has painted the most important painting in this life for a unique woman, and in this life, it is already her, must she be?!

Yes, what can't be hidden in this painting is the original love of the painter for the person in the painting!

This stupid girl......

I couldn't help but sigh with emotion, looking at the woman's dress in this painting, as well as the graceful dancing, I can guess that this girl must be a very good musician and dancer in the south, and the pair of barefoot looming in the flowing dance skirt makes this charming and amorous woman a little more natural and innocent, with a unique temperament that is clear and unstained from the mud.

Ming Yi admires the woman in this painting, and she loves this person very purely......

Nan Chen's atmosphere is comfortable and extravagant, and it will definitely not be a good thing for Ming Yi to meet such a beautiful and beautiful Nanguo beauty who can sing and dance well in Chen Kingdom.

The inscription in the upper right corner of the painting also proves my speculation, only to see those few lines of small characters reveal the loneliness and sentimentality of Ming Yi at that time, the inscription:

Before falling, the flowers are silent, and the autumn moon is white in the cold pool. Looking at the bridge in rags, looking back for a moment.

There are all kinds of love in the world, but lovesickness is the most bitter. The tide will eventually meet, and there will be endless encounters.

The relationship between them may have been between the two of them, but after all, there is only lovesickness left, and they meet indefinitely......

This past is a catastrophe for Ming Yi, but also a tempering given to her by fate, she is a child favored by God, with an incomparably pure heart, this is a pure land that no filth in the world can be soaked in.

It is precisely because she has such an incomparably pure heart that each of her paintings is full of aura, which is a unique talent given by God, but talent and suffering coexist, and her life is destined to be full of thorns and tribulations, I only hope that she can live up to her original intention, and strive to break free from the cage of this mortal world and find her own way.

I carefully put the painting back in place, and then took the bamboo tube, which contained the sketch that Ming Yi had not yet had time to frame.

......

I don't know how long it took, under the escort of Ziyu, Lao Langzhong walked out of the bedroom with a tired face, but with a hint of joy and comfort on his face, he didn't say anything more when he saw me, just bowed and saluted, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and said:

"The old man is leaving!"

I looked at Ziyu, Ziyu was also happy, nodded to me slightly, I knew that Mingyi's condition must have taken a turn for the better, and the heart that was tightly held was a little soothed, and he returned the salute with a fist, and said:

"The master walks slowly. ”

Then he instructed Ziyu:

"Let the good student escort the master back. ”

"Yes, Childe!"

Ziyu nodded yes, and then politely invited Lao Langzhong out of the house.

After putting away Ming Yi's two paintings, I immediately stepped into the bedroom, but I saw Wan'er burying her head in prescribing to Ming Yi, and under the candlelight, her serious and meticulous face was very beautiful, and I stood quietly by the door and watched, lest I would break this rare peace and peace as soon as I spoke.

After a while, Wan'er, who put the brush back on the pen mountain, finally breathed a sigh of relief, got up and handed the prescription to the girl who was waiting by Ming Yi's side, and after telling her a few precautions, she asked her to go to find Ziyu to make a decoction.

After the girl received the benefits, she turned around and went to the door, and saw me standing there quietly and was busy with a blessing, I smiled and entered the bedroom, let the girl go out and let the girl pass, the girl was concerned about Ming Yi's safety, so she quickly walked out of the bedroom to find Ziyu.

Naturally looking at Wan'er, both of them had a faint smile on their faces, silent, but they had already passed everything they wanted to say to the place through their eyes, and they all took steps towards Mingyi's bed.

When the two of them were closer, I took the initiative to reach out and help Wan'er sit down on the edge of the bed first, and then sat down beside her, looking at Ming Yi with some worry, looking at her thin face, my heart was also full of distress, this child should have never suffered like this since he was a child, it's really embarrassing for her.

Wan'er stretched out her hand to personally pull the futon for her, her eyes flashed with a trace of worry, and she sighed helplessly, and said:

"How can this child be so troubled?"

I gently took Wan'er's hand, and said with relief:

"Ming Yi is deeply blessed, and it will be fine. ”

Wan'er looked back at me and smiled faintly, but there was a little tiredness in her eyes, and said:

"As long as the high fever subsides tonight, as long as she recuperates well, her illness will slowly improve, but her illness has hurt her lungs, and I am afraid that there will be a root cause of the disease in the future......"

I knew that Wan'er was worried about Mingyi, and I felt guilty for not taking good care of her, after all, Wan'er had already regarded Mingyi as her own sister.

Recently, there have been so many things happening......

Gently took Wan'er into her arms, so that she could lean comfortably on my shoulder, and hugged Wan'er tightly, I wanted to give her the warmest and strongest embrace, so that she could rely on her with great peace of mind.

"It's okay, Ming Yi will definitely survive. You're tired from the day, so let's rest for a while!"

I'm worried about Wan'er's body, after all, she rushed from Jizhou to Yecheng today, and then followed me out of the camp overnight to find Mingyi.

Wan'er shook her head slightly and said:

"I'm not worried about Ming Yi......"

I understood Wan'er's thoughts, so I didn't force it, pulled over my wide cloak, and protected Wan'er tightly in my arms, afraid that she would catch a cold, and then pressed her eyebrows against her, and said with a smile:

"Then you can take a rest in my arms for a while, don't worry, I'll watch Mingyi." ”

After speaking, he gently dropped a kiss between Wan'er's eyebrows, and persuaded him dotingly:

"Well, let's sleep!"

Wan'er's face was slightly red, and she smiled unconsciously, then nodded and responded softly:

"Good!"

Wan'er took the initiative to hug me, leaned close to my arms, blinked a little tiredly, and then slowly closed her eyes in my arms.

I hugged the beautiful woman in my arms tightly, and then looked at Ming Yi on the hospital bed, and suddenly felt that tonight was extraordinarily long...... 166 Reading Network