The moonlight outside the hall is bright, and the light in the hall is like a bean.

In the flickering firelight of the candle, Su Yun's expression was entangled, and he didn't know whether to say that the poem was carved by his brother.

Li Qing discussed the poems with Zhao Pu for a while, and felt more and more that the artistic conception of Beiyang's morning trip was bleak, and it was good at it from the bottom song, and it was impossible to generalize about the superiority and inferiority.

"Xiaoyun, what's wrong with you, you're not feeling well?"

Li Qing noticed Su Yun's strange expression, so he opened his mouth and asked.

Su Yun shook his head, pursed his lips, and asked Li Qing: "The poem engraved on the table, if it is written on paper, will it become worthless, Sister Qing?" ”

"How is that possible!"

Zhao Pu took the lead in denying it, "This poem is of far-reaching significance, written on paper, there is only one authentic handwriting, I am afraid that the value will be higher, this is the original original of the poetry." ”

Li Qing also agreed: "Demou is right, if it is on paper, the value of this poem will be higher." ”

Su Yun nodded heavily, and when she turned around, she was going to ask her brother in person if he had engraved the poem and if he could write it again on paper.

"My lord, Mr. Tan has arrived."

He Wu took a few attendants and led an old man to come in from outside and reported to Li Qingyu.

Mr. Tan is an old man, his hair and beard are gray, and his brows can't help frowning when he listens to Zhao Pu talking about the situation.

"Thule was born in the steppe, and many arrows are not clean, and if the wound is suppurated, the old decay will be powerless."

Su Yun was frightened, his face was pale, his expression was flustered, and he grabbed Li Qing's arm quite hard, making Li Qing take a deep breath of cold air.

"Old Tan, can you hurry up and take a look?"

Su Yun instructed the mounds guarding the door and Xiao Mud to push open the door and lead Mr. Tan into the house.

"My brother is already asleep, Mr. Tan, please help take a look."

Old man Tan sat down in front of the bed, pulled out Su Lu's arm, and put his fingers on Su Lu's wrist.

"The physical loss is quite heavy, and the arrow wound in Lord Su is not serious, but the delay is too long, so he will be a little tired."

"Miss Su, don't worry, I will prescribe a few doses of medicine to Lord Su, and after using it, not only the external injury will heal, but the inner abdomen will also be intact."

Old man Tan said with his eyebrows fluttering, untied the medicine cloth on Su Lu's body, looked at the wound carefully, and then took out a pen and paper and wrote a few prescriptions.

"I'll prescribe a tranquilizer for Lord Su first, let Lord Su sleep for a few hours, and at the Ming'er Poetry Conference, he is a good man again. This is a pair of medicine to wash the wound, when Lord Su wakes up, boil water to wash his wound, Lord Su is tired, let him sleep for a while. ”

Su Yun nodded, handed the recipe to Mound'er, and asked him to go outside and buy the medicine back.

Li Qing asked Su Lu: "Mr. Tan, how is Lord Su's injury, is it serious?" In today's Beizheng war, the grain and grass are scarce, and it is inseparable from the transfer of grain and grass by Lord Su. ”

Zhao Pu also asked: "You let him sleep peacefully, not for too long, don't sleep past the poetry meeting of tomorrow, I still want to see what kind of poems he can write." ”

Lao Tan laughed a few times: "Lao Yu understands that he will not delay the princess's poetry meeting." ”

Zhao Pu was still a little uneasy, and asked Li Qing and said: "Why don't you hold this poetry meeting on the city wall, your house is too far from here, and the city wall is close to Su Lu's house, even if he doesn't wake up, it will be convenient for him to participate in the poetry meeting when he wakes up, and he can also replace the city defense and protect Beiyang." ”

Zhao Pu was triumphant at his wit.

Li Qing nodded when he heard this, and felt the same way, tomorrow's Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon is bright, and the city wall is just right to see the lights of thousands of homes.

Su Yun was stunned, and as soon as the two of them hit it off, they were very puzzled by the behavior of transferring the poetry club from the county governor's mansion to the city wall, the world of rich people is really not something I can understand.

The next day, Su Lu looked at the bowl of decoction brought by Xiao Niba, and his brows furrowed: "Are you sure this is a decoction, not poison?" ”

This smell is so strong, it's almost the same as the disinfectant I used.

Su Yun smeared a few black dots on his cheeks and rushed in: "Brother, don't drink it, that one is for external use to wash wounds." ”

Su Lu's hand holding the bowl couldn't help but tremble, and he had to ask a little more.

Erniu brought in a bowl of normal decoction from behind, and Su Lu asked Su Yun with some trepidation: "This shouldn't be wrong, right?" ”

Su Yun's eyes widened: "Wrong, wrong, there are so many mistakes there, hurry up and drink it." ”

After speaking, Su Yun took the bowl in one hand, grabbed Su Lu with the other, and raised his hand to pour the medicine into Su Lu's mouth.

Xiao Si rushed in from outside, holding another bowl in his hand, and shouted: "Miss, this is the wound medicine, that one is calming, you will sleep after drinking." ”

Su Yun looked at the empty bowl in his hand, and then looked at Su Lu, whose eyes were round, and slipped away with the bowl in a numb manner: "Brother, this medicine can also be drunk." ”

Su Lu almost fainted, if it weren't for his sister, he would have to be killed.

Instructed Xiao Ni to bring some food for himself, Su Lu ate and began to feel groggy, this calming medicine is quite strong, although it is not as good as sleeping pills, but Su Lu also feels a little sleepy.

When Su Lu fell asleep, the second girl and Su Yun poked their heads out of the door and gestured to the little mud in the house.

"The adults are already asleep."

Little Mud whispered.

Su Yun let out a long breath, patted his chest, and said dissatisfiedly: "Erniu, if you make a mistake like this again, I will send you to the county governor's mansion next time, so that you can see how they have a long memory." ”

The second girl's head was as low as a quail: "Miss, people don't want to, but I've always forgotten things lately, since the resurrection broke through to the third layer, that's it." ”

Little Mud nodded: "Me too, but I learned the method from the veterans in the army, knotting the rope to remember things, and writing things down on this rope." ”

The resurrection of the ashes is not a talent, but the damage to the body is great, and the third layer is directly the torture of the body, the internal organs, the limbs and hundreds of remains, all have to be felt again.

Su Yun's eyebrows furrowed, "Go back and wait for me to ask Master Chang if he has any good ideas?" Master Chang has been on the front line of the Eastern Route Army for a while, when will he be able to come back? ”

In the courtyard, Xiao Si came in dexterously, "Miss, General Zhao Pu is here, he asked if the lord is awake?" ”

Su Yun's little face instantly turned into a bitter ball, pursed his lips, and after a few times, he instructed Xiao Si to say, "You go and tell General Zhao that my brother is still asleep." ”

Outside the door, Zhao Pu looked confused, still asleep?

Turning the horse's head, Zhao Pu went to the county governor's mansion, yesterday he specially told Old Man Tan, but he didn't expect him to overdose, and now Su Lu is still asleep, so make a fart poem tonight.

……

When Su Lu woke up, the moonlight had already fallen on the ground in front of the bed through the window lattice.

Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon is big and round, and the bright moonlight is like flowing water, pouring on the ground, as if paved with a layer of hoarfrost.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is bright, in my hometown, I should already be eating moon cakes and admiring the moon, and the Mid-Autumn Festival party should also begin.

Home, after all, can never go back.

Su Lu took a deep breath, the pain in his chest was reduced a lot, and the medicine Su Yun gave himself was quite effective. After looking at the wound, it has also been replaced with a new medicine cloth, and the wound should have been cleaned.

There is a shortage of medicine here, and it is difficult for her to find so much medicine to come back.

In the distance, an ethereal song sounded, and in the quiet of the night, it spread far away.

Mid-Autumn Festival, bright moon, homesickness, detention and travel......

This should be a literati who climbed to the top of the city and expressed their feelings.

It should be Guo Dashan's brigade on duty today, and he actually let these literati go up the city wall, and when he turned around, he gave him a few military sticks, and then let him rely on the princess's momentum to come in the army, and the soldiers of the Nanguan battalion would be difficult to bring.

Every festive season, listening to the constant sound of groaning in the distance, Su Lu's homesickness became heavier and heavier.

Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown.

Su Lu read the silent night thoughts written by Li Bai, and felt that the whole person was swayed by homesickness.

The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground.

Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown.

In the courtyard, the surprised voice of the little mud sounded: "......