Excessive blood loss made Cao Xing's face pale, and he looked tired, but he maintained respect, and smiled at Zuo Feng: "Zuo Gong is polite, they are all subordinate occupations." ”

Zuo Feng and Cao Xing cared for each other, and they were chatting happily.

Hao Meng broke in in a hurry, his face was full of anxiety and concern, and he said loudly in his throat: "Zuo Gong, it was the subordinates who protected you unfavorably, and you were frightened!" ”

Zuo Feng was startled by the sudden roar of Hao Meng, frowned and looked at Hao Meng, who was born in Haoqiang, and then looked at Cao Xing, who was born in the common people.

After a short time together, the two of them treated themselves cautiously, both of them looked respectful, and Hao Meng gave him a respectful feeling similar to ordinary people.

And Cao Xing has a different kind, Zuo Feng is very strange but has a hint of familiarity, even if he is sometimes a little rude, but he will always make his heart warm.

Hao Meng thought that he would accept Lei Ting's scolding, but unexpectedly, Zuo Feng just made a few perfunctory words and asked him to step back.

Zuo Feng, who was worried about his face, returned to his residence, turned and turned all night, couldn't sleep at night, and suddenly had some hope that Cao Feng would get through.

But with such a deep wound, Zuo Feng couldn't believe that he could survive, and he struggled and worried in his heart.

This night, Cao Yong, Zhang Leigong, and Wang Shichang, Wang Xiao, who woke up from a coma, all three of them didn't sleep all night.

At night, while everyone was asleep, Cao Xing took out the needle and thread that Cao Yong had secretly brought in advance and boiled in boiling water, took off the bandages on his body, bit the cloth in his mouth, and used trembling hands to stitch up the wound for himself.

There is no anesthetic, and it is his own stitches, pain and huge psychological pressure, which makes Cao Xing want to give up several times, and every time Cao Xing silently recites in his heart: "Just one more stitch!" ...... again"

In this way, after the time of a cup of tea, Cao Xing, who was sweating profusely and had red eyes, sewed up the wound.

"Whew~"

Spit out the blood-stained sackcloth and exhale a long, turbid breath.

After re-medicating himself, bandaging himself, and cleaning up and hiding himself, he lay down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

In the early morning of the next day, Cao Yong, Zhang Leigong, and Wang Xiao took advantage of the bright sky to walk to the medical camp where Cao Xing was, but they saw a thin figure standing there early, but the three of them did not know each other.

Seeing that the other party was dressed in gorgeous Hanfu and wearing a scarf on his head, standing in the cold wind, Cao Yong looked puzzled, and asked with concern from the bottom of his heart: "Uncle, but do you want to go in?" ”

Zuo Feng, who was wearing civilian clothes, looked at Cao Yong in surprise, this familiar and unfamiliar feeling, Zuo Feng was stunned, shocked, and worried.

"Uncle! Uncle! Seeing that the other party looked strange, Cao Yong maintained his respect for his elders and spoke softly.

Zuo Feng just wanted to speak, but suddenly remembered his voice, shook his head slightly, and walked into Cao Xing's tent, and Cao Yong and the three of them followed quickly in confusion.

Cao Xuan, who was woken up by the movement outside, looked at the four people who came in, quickly got up, pulled the wound again, grinned for a while, Zuo Feng quickly stepped forward to help Cao Xuan, and let out a shrill voice: "Cao Lang doesn't need to be polite, you have to recuperate more." ”

Regarding the drastic change in Zuo Feng's attitude, and he came to watch him in the morning, Cao Xing was a little flattered: "There is Lao Zuogong who is concerned." ”

Zuo Feng smiled slightly, the doubts that plagued him were solved, and he felt that his mood had never been better.

At this time, Cao Xing took out a jar the size of a small kimchi jar and sealed with red cloth clay from the bottom of the bed, as if a disciple was filial to his teacher, and said respectfully: "Zuo Gong, the ancestral wine of the family, more than 100 years of wine, in recent years, the weather has become more and more cold, send it to you to warm your body." ”

Zuo Feng's eyes were moist, and he solemnly took it, adding up to only two catties of wine jars, but he felt extremely heavy, and his tone was choked: "Oh my God! Why is it so unfair to me! Firmament! If you let Cao Lang get better! I would like to reduce my life expectancy by ten years. ”

"Zuo Gong!" Cao Xing and the other four looked at Zuo Feng with emotion, and attached great importance to the Han Dynasty that promised faithfulness, especially the oath to the sky, which was particularly important.

No matter how much you give, you might as well understand me.

Cao Xing's heartfelt respect and concern for Zuo Feng is something that Zuo Feng has never had since he entered the palace.

Coupled with a crippled person who is particularly afraid of cold, before he died, he also gave the most suitable amber brew for more than 100 years.

When a person is about to die, his words are also good, Cao nature, and great goodness! Lamentable! God is jealous of talents! Alas!

(Amber Immortal Brewing: Cao Yong prepares, filtered Han Dynasty liquor, add quicklime to the wine, the wine boils violently under the action of quicklime, after precipitation, take the upper layer of clear wine, and then filter, there are nearly 40 degrees, too much higher than Han wine, low cost is pitiful, the process is simple and rude)

In the next few days, the Yellow Turban tentatively attacked Xiacheng several times, all of which ended in failure, and the strongest brave general was injured in the defeat of the poison and left.

Seeing that Cao Xuan miraculously came back to life, and his body was getting better day by day, Zuo Feng shouted that the sky had eyes, and in just a few days, he used his relationship to mention the fake Sima for Cao Xuan.

On this day, Zuo Feng and Cao Xuan made an appointment to travel, and when they came to the stairs, Cao Xuan lightly supported Zuo Feng's elbow, which is the etiquette of the younger generation to help the elders walk.

Zuo Feng nodded secretly, and walked up to the city tower, Cao Xuan followed closely, and after taking a few steps, Zuo Feng stopped, waved his hand to Cao Xing, and held his arm to show that the etiquette was over.

In this way, Zuo Feng and Cao Xing walked around the city, Cao Xing was half a step behind, arched his hands, bowed his head slightly, and looked like he was being taught.

Walking to the city gate tower where Cao Xuan saved his life, Zuo Feng said regretfully: "I will travel far away in the near future!" I don't know when we will be able to get together! ”

After a few days of getting along, Zuo Feng and Cao Xing became more and more sympathetic, and in the face of Zuo Feng's farewell, Cao Xing reluctantly said: "Where is Zuo Gong going?" ”

Zuo Feng looked to the south, his voice was very small, as if he was muttering to himself: "Zhu Jun was defeated by the Yellow Turban and trapped in the Changshe, Huangfu Song took over the command, and the Son of Heaven ordered me to go and investigate." ”

Suddenly hearing the name of two of the three generals in the late Han Dynasty, Cao Xing was extremely excited.

The Yellow Turban Uprising, which spread across the country, was completely overwhelmed by the fire of the Changshe.

Don't miss the opportunity and don't come again, I didn't have time to think about it, Cao Xing clenched his hands into fists: "I implore Zuo Gong to let me escort you forward, and serve the court as a support army to support the Changshe!" ”

Zuo Feng stared at Cao Xing's eyes tightly for a while, as if he wanted to see through his inner thoughts, and Cao Xing, who had an impure purpose, was uneasy when he was stared at by Zuo Feng.

Zuo Feng stepped forward and gently patted Cao Xing's shoulder, and walked away.

Cao Xuan stood for a while, and only reacted when he saw Zuo Feng walking away, and chased after him quickly, joking unrestrainedly: "Zuo Gong, did you agree?" I still don't agree! ”