Chapter 24: Meeting

Since returning from Lingbei, the prince's attitude towards Mr. has been like treating rare treasures, with fear of melting, holding and holding for fear of breaking, and carefully hiding it, for fear that others will covet it.

Even, the prince almost reached the point of obeying his words to Mr., as long as it was a request made by Mr., the prince did not refuse to accept it.

The prince's guests were the first to feel uneasy, and when they talked about it at the reception, some people sighed: "The prince's attitude towards that gentleman is really too much, even if he is talented, but His Royal Highness's ambition is not in this district of Raven Palace, how can he trust one person?"

Someone whispered: "I heard that Mr. is the former crane Xiang, if this is the person, it makes sense for the prince to rely on it......"

In the end, it was an old man who broke the chance, he stroked his beard with one hand, and his expression was as calm as water: "But I said that you are all worried about the sky, what if Your Highness relies on him again? Whether he can live until the day when His Highness's great cause will be accomplished is two words, and now His Highness is good to him, what can he do?"

Only then did the crowd suddenly realize.

Yes, it was a dying man, and they knew it very well.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ past and present lives +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Xuzhou became more and more nervous, and the doctor did not find a cure for the epidemic for a long time, and although the relief food was distributed, if it could not be sustained, it would not last long.

The Jingshi sent troops to blockade the entire Xuzhou, and Xuzhou became an isolated island completely, and there were no other officials except for these seventy-two prisoners.

Wei Heming wears the stars and the moon every day, and runs at both ends of the battalion and the yamen, and it is rare to even see the faces of the prisoners, but he has not forgotten to tell He Lan again and again: "Let you brothers be as careful as possible, and run out less, if you are really infected with the epidemic, I don't know how to explain to the adults in the court." ”

He Lan didn't have the heart to joke with him, and looked at his obviously much worse complexion and said, "I think you're still worried about yourself, you're the one who runs the hardest now." ”

Wei Heming said: "If the above is willing to send someone who can bring troops, I don't have to run like this." "This is also a helpless thing, although these prisoners are known as Wen Taowuluo, but there is no one who can really lead the troops.

Speaking of which, even his own ability to lead soldiers was learned from Chu Fengge in his previous life. King Wenrui was originally a Confucian general, and he had his own way of training and leading troops, Chu Fengge personally brought out an elite cavalry back then, which was almost an invincible blade on the battlefield.

It would be nice if Chu Fengge was here.

Wei Heming thought about it, but shook his head again, the epidemic here has almost been flooded, and Chu Fengge is still safer in the capital.

At the beginning, no one expected that the epidemic would come so quickly, and even patients appeared in the capital. Several times in the court, someone played to send official ministers to exchange them for these hairy boys, but for some reason, the emperor rejected all the excerpts, and seemed to be determined to toss them as a group of prisoners.

He Lan held the letter from Jingshi in his hand, with a faint mockery in his eyes: "I want them to send a messenger down quickly, so that they can see how many people die here in Xuzhou every day, and how many mouths are waiting to eat." ”

In order to support their own candidates, the ministers in the court almost degraded their prisoners to worthless, saying that they were young and weak, and they were useless, and they came to Xuzhou to just mess around.

Where could the prisoners hear this, they risked their lives, they were busy every day without touching the ground, and they didn't even sleep well for days, but they became nonsense in the mouths of that group of ministers.

The prisoner blew up at once: scolded back, must be scolded back.

The prisoners would rather sacrifice an hour or two of sleep than quote scriptures and scold the group of ministers: Incompetence, shrinking turtles, and the blockade of Xuzhou, how do you know the news?

The letters from the prisoners were sent back to the capital, and when the emperor saw that the scolding was really happy, he made people read it one by one in the early dynasty, and the ministers' beards trembled, and they began a new round of scolding war.

Letters came and went in Xuzhou and the capital, and the scolding war was in full swing.

But the situation in Xuzhou has not improved, and there are more unclaimed corpses in the city every day, and the soldiers have turned from fear to numbness at the beginning.

Wei Heming stood in front of the yamen, watching the skinny people dragging their slow and heavy steps, holding the bowl of thin porridge and gobbling it up.

A woman took her infant son in her arms, and fed the bowl of porridge and water to the child one by one, and her chapped lips never touched the porridge water, until the child fell asleep, she picked up the bowl and licked the bottom of the bowl without any manners.

Wei Heming pursed his lips and motioned to Run: "You go and get a bowl for her, in the future, no one will give half a bowl to the child according to the head." ”

Ji Run nodded, and said, "Young Master, our grain ......"

Wei Heming shook his head: "No matter how much you save, it's not enough, and it's not bad." ”

Ji Run also sighed, lined up to get a bowl of porridge, handed it to the woman, looked at the woman with a thousand thanks, and came back and asked: "Young master, why don't you eat a bowl too, you haven't eaten it since the morning......"

Wei Heming shook his head: "I don't have an appetite. ”

What Ji Run didn't say was that from coming to Xuzhou to the present, Wei Heming has lost weight at least three times, and now even his clothes are a little bigger.

When his young master was still growing up, how would he explain to the old lady at home when he went back like this?

The porridge shack was next to the yamen, which served as a temporary medical center, and when the doctor inside saw him coming, he came out to pay respects.

Wei Heming stopped him from making false salutes and asked, "Have you found a way to cure the epidemic?"

The doctor has obviously asked this question countless times these days, and he lowered his head and looked depressed: "Lord Wei forgives me, we are really ......"

Wei Heming also knew that his face was too ugly, so he could only try to ease his expression: "You guys have worked hard these days. ”

The doctor smiled bitterly and said, "What qualifications do I have to say that it is hard? But Lord Wei is busy with business, and his complexion is really not good, so it is better to give you a pulse first." ”

Wei Heming waved his hand: "I'm fine, there are so many patients, Mr. should go back quickly." ”

The doctor had to go back in a hurry, looking at Wei Heming's somewhat thin back, and he was a little sad: It's still a child who hasn't grown up, what does the emperor think, he really sent a child to take on such a big thing.

Wei Heming was really tired, so he went back to the official post to look at the backlog of documents these days, but those words were as difficult to understand as candles and spells, and he saw a throbbing pain in his skull, and the corners of his forehead were also jumping suddenly.

"I'm back!" Chu Shen looked tired but excited, picked up the teapot on the table, and actually lost his usual style, and poured half a pot of tea directly into his stomach at the spout, and then exhaled. "It's done, and the old foxes are finally willing to spit out food. ”

Wei Heming raised his eyelids: "What did you promise them?"

Chu Shen lost the disguised shyness on his face, and laughed and patted him on the shoulder: "You don't have to worry about this, you can't cash it in left and right." ”

Wei Heming was also happy to hear such news, but he really didn't have much energy to deal with Chu Shen, so he could only pull the corners of his mouth.

Chu Shen filled his eyes with that smile: "Heming, what you said is right, I still have something that can be done." ”

"Bang-"

The door was suddenly pushed open, and Chu Fengge was standing outside the door, dressed in dust, with a faint gloomy expression on his face.

"Chu Fengge?"

"Your Highness?"

The two of them were stunned, and Chu Shen obviously shrank for a moment, obviously remembering the last time he was beaten.

Wei Heming was surprised and delighted: "Why are you here?"

When Chu Fengge saw his expression, his eyes softened: "I'll bring troops to support." ”

Wei Heming's face showed the first sincere smile in these days: "You are here, I am much more at ease." ”

At least someone has led the troops, and they can bring a group of people, and there will inevitably be doctors among them.

Wei Heming couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, stood up and said, "Since you're here, then I'll ......"

Before he finished speaking, a wave of dizziness hit the earth, Wei Heming's eyes went dark, and he fell down.

"Crane Song!"

"Mr. !!!"

Chu Fengge's eyes widened suddenly, and he caught Wei Heming's fallen body, and a look of extreme gaffe flashed on his face for a moment.

More than panic.

There was also something inexplicable, filling his eyes.

Chu Shen didn't understand what Chu Fengge was looking at, and he didn't understand why he called Wei Heming "sir".

He thought there must be something he didn't know, but now he didn't have time to look for it, and he couldn't find it.

Chu Shen reached out and touched Wei Heming's forehead, but was pushed away by Chu Fengge.

At this time, Chu Fengge's expression was extremely destructive, and it even made people feel that the next moment he would tear up the person in front of him for the person in his arms.

Chu Shen retracted his hand in a daze: "I'm afraid...... He contracted the disease...... I'm going to get a doctor. ”

"No, I'll take him. Chu Fengge glanced at him coldly, suppressed the surging emotions in his heart, squeezed his shoulder, and walked out of the room with Wei Heming in his arms.

The gesture was familiar and cautious, as if he had some fragile treasure in his arms.

-- A treasure that belongs to him alone.