How could Zhou Bo's weak body withstand such a toss, and he fainted without even sending out an 'ah'. A few drops of blood dripped down the corners of his mouth.

Looking at Zhou Bo, who was like a dead pig, Yang Fan laughed dryly, saying that he didn't expect this person's body to be so weak.

"Let's go, this person is going to choke enough!" Song Jingtao said. After speaking, he didn't care about Yang Fan anymore and ran towards the forest.

The three of them shuttled quickly through the forest on four legs, don't look at Yang Fan carrying a big living person, and he was also carrying a double centipede hook in his hand, but the speed was not slower than Song Jingtao.

In an instant, the two came to the bottom of the mountain, when the two came, Song Jingtao came on horseback, because they couldn't ride a horse on the mountain, so they tied the horse to the bottom of the mountain, Song Jingtao got on the horse, and Yang Fan still relied on his own legs and feet. In order to save people, Yang Fan also exerted enough strength, although Song Jingtao was riding a horse, but he did not leave Yang Fan behind.

Smoke and dust all the way, from time to time there was a sound of 'driving~~'.

It didn't take long to reach the Song Mansion after a journey of more than twenty miles, and Yang Fan let out a long breath.

Yang Fan was also anxious to save people, so he didn't rest on the way, and he held his breath until he arrived at the gate of the Song Mansion.

"Oh, young master, where have you been, my lord is angry at home. An old man at the door saw Song Jingtao and others coming back, and hurriedly came over to greet him.

"Old butler, go and invite Lang Zhong. Song Jingtao said eagerly, but when he heard that the old man was at home just now, his face still showed a little fear.

"Okay, I'll go. Only then did the old housekeeper notice that Yang Fan was still carrying a person, and knew that it should be a hurtful person, so he didn't ask more. Turn around and walk towards the street.

I heard a voice outside the door. A few of the family members have already come out. Song Jingtao threw the stirrup off the saddle. Give the horse to a housekeeper. and Yang Fan stepped into the Song Mansion.

Seeing the two young masters enter the mansion in a panic, several family members showed puzzled expressions. They had only heard of the young master killing people, how could they save one today?

In the hospitality hall of the Song Mansion, a middle-aged man sat in it. This is Song Jingtao's father, Song Wanfu, but at this time, Song Yuan was sinking like water outside, although he looked leisurely sipping tea, but he was full of anger.

"Master, the young master is back. A housekeeper walked into the living room and said.

The staff frowned: "Call Song Jingtao in for me." ”

Jia Ding said, "My lord." The two young masters went to the backyard. ”

The teacup in Song Yuanwai's hand slammed on the table: "It's too unusual, and you won't come to me to see me when you come back." Didn't you tell him I was waiting for him at the house?"

"Back to the master, we said it, but the young master said that he was eager to save people, and he would come over to give you a salute in a while. ”

Hearing this, Song Yuanwai was stunned, he knew best what his son was, he had always been unlearned, he had only heard of him harming people, but he had never heard of him saving people. "Is it because your young master is afraid that I will punish him, so he let you lie like this?"

Jia Ding Yirin: "Go back to the master." We don't dare to kill us, so if you don't believe it, go and see it. It's in the backyard now. ”

Looking at the panicked appearance of the subordinate, a smile appeared on Song Yuanwai's face, he could see that the subordinate didn't seem to be lying, could it be that my son had learned well?

Song Yuanwai decided that it would be better to go and see it himself.

Walking through the house, there were many families standing at the door of the wing room in the backyard of the Song Mansion, discussing something. The old man pushed the door in, and at this time he saw a person lying on the bed, his face was pale and unconscious. Song Jingtao and Yang Fan were sitting next to this person.

Seeing that his son really saved people, the old man felt indescribably comfortable in his heart, but at the same time he was worried about the person in bed. "Song Jingtao, did you please win Lang?"

"Song Jingtao and Yang Fan came over to greet their father. "Please, Lang Zhong will be here soon. ”

Song Yuanwai nodded: "You two come with me to the study." ”

In the study, I listened to Song Jingtao talk about the process of saving people, and the staff couldn't help laughing. "Okay! Save people's lives, win the seventh-level floating slaughter, my son can do this good deed, the old man is very happy." ”

Dad, look at what you said, I usually do good deeds, but you don't see it. Song Jingtao said.

"Good thing, I haven't had time to find you the 'good thing' in Hongfu Casino the day before yesterday. The old man brought up the old matter again, and mentioned the fact that Song Jingtao was arrested in the casino the day before yesterday, and the casino came to the door, and the old man apologized to the people, and his face sank slightly.

Song Jingtao saw that the old man put his face down, and hurriedly smiled, "Dad, don't you see that this matter is over, I know that I am wrong, child, don't be unhappy." ”

"Well, you two take good care of that young man, I see that he is dressed strangely, not like a local. As a father, I will be out in a while, and it may be a few days before I return. Song Yuan said.

After sending off their father, the two of them returned to the wing.

Not long after, Jia Ding introduced a Lang Zhong, gave Zhou Bo a pulse, and looked at Tongren. The Tao was overworked, physical overdraft, and it was fine to recuperate for a few days, and he threw down a few pairs of medicines before leaving.

Knowing that Zhou Bo's life was not in danger, Song Jingtao and Yang Fan were also relieved.

For three days, Zhou Bo didn't wake up. Song Jingtao and Yang Fan were very worried about Zhou Bo, so they had been waiting by Zhou Bo's side. Zhou Bo's face on the bed was better, but he still didn't wake up for a long time.

"Brother, is this kid no good, it's been three days, why hasn't he woken up yet. Yang Fan said.

Looking at Zhou Bo on the bed, Song Jingtao was at a loss for a while, "Yes, it's been three days, can you still wake up?" Song Jingtao didn't know why, he had an inexplicable sense of intimacy with Zhou Bo on the bed, as if the two of them had known each other for a long time.

Suddenly, a look of surprise flashed in Song Jingtao's eyes, because he clearly saw Zhou Bo's fingers move just now.

At this moment, the two surprised eyes intersected, and Song Jingtao and Yang Fan clearly got affirmation from each other's eyes. "Are you awake?" Yang Fan rushed to Zhou Bo's side and pushed Zhou Bo hard.

Yang Fan was born with divine power, he was too excited just now, and the strength of his subordinates was not mastered well. I saw Zhou Bo's body move sideways on the bed for a while, and hit the wall heavily.

The impact of "cough cough cough~" with the wall made Zhou Bo have severe pain in his muscles and bones, especially the pain in his chest.

Under Zhou Bo's vicious gaze, Yang Fan's face turned red. The sides that had been black turned purple at this time. "Uh...... Are you awake?"

I tidied up my mind. Only then did I remember that I had traveled to ancient times. And the two people in front of him are his saviors. The anger disappeared and turned into helplessness, Zhou Bo remembered that he was in a coma because of Yang Fan's relationship. Nodding slightly, "Thank you for saving me." ”

The strong feeling of weakness and the pain in his body made Zhou Bo feel that it was a very laborious thing to say.

"You're welcome, it's good that you can wake up, it's been three days, if you can't wake up, I'm afraid you'll be able to live." Song Jingtao said.

"What, three days?" Zhou Bo felt a pang in his heart, it seemed that if he didn't wake up again, he was really not far from death. Zhou Bo raised his hand and wanted to give a gift to Song Jingtao and Yang Fan. However, the body that has not been active for a long time is now as painful as a pinprick when it moves slightly, and the tip of the nose and sideburns are instantly sweating.

Song Jingtao pressed Zhou Bo's hand, "No, no, as long as you can survive, it's better than anything else." Yang Fan, you feed him some water, and I'll ask someone to get some food. ”

'Knock~~'

Although he drank tea, Zhou Bo still felt that his strength had recovered a little. There were only two people in the room, Zhou Bo and Yang Fan, and the pain was spontaneous.

Twenty years of life, from beginning to end. One by one, I came to mind, and I thought of my parents. Tears couldn't stop sliding from the corners of their eyes, they didn't know that their son was lying on the bed in another world, and they were still immersed in the pain of losing their son. Zhou Bo could only silently hope that his parents could get rid of the pain as soon as possible.

I have to say that Zhou Bo also felt very lucky, although he traveled to ancient times, these two people did not let themselves go into the wilderness and saved their lives. At the same time, I also secretly determined that this kindness must be changed in the future.

Wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes, Zhou Bo looked at the house he was in. This is a typical classical design, previously only seen in television,

The papier-mâché ceiling, the brick floor, and the hollow wooden windows are covered with oiled paper, and the sunlight shines into the house through the window paper, making the house very bright.

The furnishings in the room are very simple, a table and two chairs, and a teapot and four teacups on the table. There is also a candlestick, and the gold hook at the head of the bed hangs upside down the hibiscus tent.

"Dinner is coming. The wooden door slammed open. Song Jingtao took two maids, holding a bowl of porridge and two plates of easy-to-digest side dishes. The maid gently helped Zhou Bo to sit up. "Thank you......" Zhou Bo only said the word thank you, and the remaining half of the sentence was suppressed by his weak body.

Song Jingtao hurriedly spoke, "Look at you, you're polite, when you get here, treat it like your own home, don't be polite." ”

The light meal was specially made for Zhou Bo, and he was in a coma for several days, and his body couldn't stand it when he ate the stiff things. After eating, I invited Lang Zhong to help Zhou Bo take a look again, Lang Zhong came to take a look, and the medicine was also exempted, and threw a sentence, "Eat more good food, it will be fine in a few days." ”

This Lang Zhong is really not a quack, Zhou Bo will be raised in the Song Mansion for a few days, and his body has basically recovered as before. The clothes from before can no longer be worn, Song Jingtao brought a few of his own clothes, the two are about the same figure, and Zhou Bo is dressed quite well.

Standing in the pavilion in the back garden of the Song Mansion, the fish in the lake scrambled to gather in front of Zhou Bo, as if they were looking forward to some fish food. The shadows of the emerald trees are reflected in the water, and the picturesque scenery does not attract a little appreciation.

The two were chatting in the gazebo, and it was getting late, and the family came over to invite them to dinner.

Tonight, Song Jingtao's father specially arranged wine and food to celebrate Zhou Bo. In the Song Mansion these days, the old man Song has been very busy, and he didn't take the time to visit Zhou Bo, and he was relieved to hear Song Jingtao say that he was recovering well.

Out of the back garden, it is the backyard of the Song Mansion. The backyard of the Song Mansion is very spacious, with a courtyard-style building and a somewhat simple house, which is mainly for the maids to live in. The open space in the middle is almost half the size of a football field, and there is no grass, and horseshoe prints abound. There are several weapon racks outside the four, and there are all kinds of weapons in the eighteen squads.

After passing the shadow wall and the moon gate, you will reach the front yard. The houses in the front yard are much more gorgeous than the back yard, with a gathering hall in the middle, high stilted eaves, a front porch and a back building, red glazed tiles, and a piece of inlaid roof. The walls are made of blue bricks, and the nails are riveted and riveted. The hollowed-out windows are covered with oiled paper, and there are doors in front and back of the gathering hall, Zhou Botou still came here once, did not take the back door, and went to the front yard first along the path next to the living room from the main entrance. The front yard is paved with bluestone in the middle of the road. Fourteen green pines are planted on the side of the road. Yonglu leads directly to the gate, the tall gate tower, the red lacquered door panel, embedded with fist-sized chrysanthemum nails, and four families on both sides guard.

"Young Master, Master Zhou, you are here. "At the door of the front hall, the old housekeeper Song Fu and Zhou Bo have already met. Song Fu also visited Zhou Bo a few times when he was about to be raised, and when he saw the two coming, he hurriedly welcomed the two into the hall.

"Haha, Zhou Gongzi, come to the house for a few days, old man, I haven't done my landlord's good, and I will prepare water and wine for you today. The person who spoke was no one else, it was Song Jingtao's father.

"How dare you dare, I was killed in the wilderness and was rescued by Ling Gongzi. Uncle Rong took him in, and he was very kind. There is nothing to repay, please accept the next bow. Zhou Bo walked a few steps to the old man Song, and bowed his head. "Kowtowing is a rare gift in the 21st century, but Zhou Bo knows that in the Northern Song Dynasty, such a number of rituals should still be there.

"You're welcome, kid, and you're going to be polite. The old man helped Zhou Bo up. Look at this carefully, medium stature, not fat or thin, a face of Wen Sisi, white and clean. The two eyes are bright, adding a bit of majesty. As soon as the old man saw Zhou Bo, he liked it a little more. It's just that this head shape is a bit weird, different from ordinary people, very short, just like the stubble that grows from the bald head of a monk who has just returned to the world. At that time, the thinking was still quite feudal, the body was born to the parents, the hair could not be cut, and the old man certainly couldn't understand this hairstyle called caliper.

At the same time that Song Yuanwai looked at Zhou Bo, Zhou Bo was also looking at him, medium height, nearly fifty years old, with a lot of white hair growing on his temples, but he was still full of red face, very energetic, and most importantly, Zhou Bo had an indescribable sense of intimacy when he saw Song Yuanwai.

Everyone sat down separately, and the maid served tea. The decoration in the hall does not look luxurious, but it looks very atmospheric. The ink painting hanging on the east gable, and the poetry couplet on the west gable.

Behind the main entrance is a porcelain statue of cinnabar, holding a golden whip and opening his eyes. In the middle of the hall is a sandalwood table, and sandalwood chairs are placed on both sides, which is the place where Zhou Bo sits. There is a plaque hanging on the wall behind it, and the gilded characters are "good luck when the head".

I don't know much about this era, but Song Jingtao generally observed this, and concluded that the Song and Yuan families were not ordinarily rich.

"Virtuous nephew, I don't know where your family lives, why did you die?" Song Yuanwai and Zhou Bo began to chat.

"Uncle, my family's ancestral home is Leting County, Yongping Prefecture, Shandong Province, my parents died of illness in my early years, and I traveled around and didn't want to meet robbers before I went to the mountains. These words are all made up by himself, no matter how he says, he can't tell his true identity, saying that the corners of Zhou Bo's eyes are a little moist, it's not that he is pretentious, but that he misses his parents.

The staff nodded slightly, secretly sighing that he was a hard-working child again. "Child, since you are also homeless, why don't you live in our Song Mansion in the future?"

Zhou Bo hurriedly stood up and saluted: "Old man, I have been disturbing for many days, and now that my illness has recovered, how can I continue to bother in your mansion?"

When Song Jingtao heard that his father wanted to keep Zhou Bo, he felt a burst of ecstasy in his heart, but he was poured cold water by Zhou Bo again. During this period of time, I felt that he had a calmness and insight that did not match his age, and Song Jingtao would always inexplicably have a sense of intimacy, as if the two had known each other for a long time.

Song Jingtao was afraid that Zhou Bo was estimating face and shirked it, so he squeezed his eyebrows at Zhou Bo.

Song Yuanwai took in Song Jingtao's expression, "Child, what's the trouble or not, although our Song family is not very rich, it is more than enough to raise some customers." ”

Zhou Bo still wanted to shirk it, but when he thought about it, he seemed to be out of the Song Mansion, and he had nowhere to go. "Uncle, I'll bother you. ”

With Zhou Bo's consent, the Song family's father and son were overjoyed.

"Haha~~ Why didn't you call me after dinner? Daddy, I'm going to say hello to you. Before anyone saw him, he heard his voice, and the heavy footsteps came from far and near, and it was Yang Fan who came.

Seeing Yang Fan coming, Song Yuanwai was overjoyed, and it can be said that he loves this righteous son very much, even more than his own son Song Jingtao. "Come and sit down, butler, and dinner. ”

In the blink of an eye, a table full of banquets was placed, and everyone was also seated as guests.

The wine is even more sorrowful, this is not true at all, after a few glasses of wine, Zhou Bo already felt dizzy.

The strong sense of wine made Zhou Bo forget his identity a little, and he left his seat to look at this ancient house during the banquet, and when he saw the poems on the west gable, he couldn't help but stop.

"The cold rain and the river enter Wu at night, and Pingming sends off the guest Chushan Lonely. Luoyang relatives and friends asked each other, and a piece of ice was in the jade pot. Good poetry, good poetry!" Zhou Bo read it again and again and praised it again and again.

This poem tells about the parting scene and feelings, which reminds Zhou Bo of his parents who are far away, and his sad heart arises spontaneously.

"Child, do you also know poetry?" Song Yuan said.

Things like poetry and poetry have been learned a long time ago when he was in school, and Zhou Bo just watched them casually, but he didn't expect to attract the attention of Song Yuanwai. "Just a little. It's just ......"

"But what?"

Zhou Bo pointed to the couplets on both sides of the poem, "It's just that this couplet is a little out of place with the verse." (To be continued.) )