The breeze is blowing, the sense of smell has been filled with the fragrance of flowers all over the mountain, the green trees and red flowers, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, this is Funiu Mountain. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

As a branch of the eastern section of the Qinling Mountains, Funiu Mountain has a very long history, and Funiu Mountain in the Nanyang area has the name of a fairyland on earth.

At the foot of the Funiu Mountains, on the northwest side of the Nanyang Basin, there is a small county town quietly, which may be too beautiful, and it seems that the Yellow Turbans are also unwilling to destroy it.

Nieyang County, a county near Wancheng, gave birth to the famous medical master Zhang Zhongjing in history, and in the early spring of 184, many big names left their traces here.

A small house, not so much a house as a thatched house. Although Zhang Zhongjing and Zhang Bozu are from a local powerhouse, they mainly focus on medicine and like a quiet environment.

A few years ago, the two moved out of Nieyang County, found a clean place at the foot of Funiu Mountain and built a grass house, and spent all day with flowers and forests.

After Zhang Bozu traveled to the doctor, Zhang Zhongjing was left alone. On weekdays, in addition to going up the mountain to collect medicine, Zhang Zhongjing studied medicine in the grass house, and occasionally went to the nearby village for free consultation, which is probably all his life in the past few years.

Huang Xu was lying on the hospital bed, his illness had been diagnosed by Zhang Zhongjing, and with Weiyu's modern medical knowledge, there was actually a little improvement.

But this does not mean that he has recovered, he is still weak, he wrapped several layers of quilts, looked at the woman who was feeding him medicine at the bedside, and barely squeezed out a smile.

"Little sister, today's food is a little salty, if you give it to the guard division like this, I don't think I will eat it."

Huang Xu is just weak, and it is still more convenient to speak.

I saw Huang Wudie put the dishes and chopsticks on the table heavily, and her small mouth was already pouting, "Who wants to give it to him?" Every time he was given food, he only accepted it superficially. One time I was secretly hiding, and I saw him throw out all the food. ”

"So every time you cook, you bring it to your eldest brother and me to try it? I'm also a sick person, and Xiao Nizi really turned her elbow out. ”

Huang Xu was disgusted, but Huang Wudie grabbed Huang Xu's shoulder, because Huang Xu was seriously ill, she didn't dare to shake it hard, and she looked obviously coquettish.

Huang Xugan laughed for a while, and wanted to raise his right hand to stroke his sister's little head, but because he couldn't use it, he could only sigh and break the idea.

Since he was sick as a teenager, Huang Xu has long had no normal life, lying in his room every day, and even needs to be served by his subordinates when he travels, he has long been fed up with this kind of life is worse than death.

I still remember that before he got sick, he was praised by his father as a good seedling of martial arts, whether it was a bow and arrow or a horse, he was always caught, but this illness almost took all of his youth.

Seeing that his peers who were not as qualified as him before surpassed him one by one, hearing his father being ridiculed because of himself, and seeing his family running around day and night to find a famous doctor for him, he even thought about dying as a teenager.

Fortunately, Huang Zhong stopped him, and when he saw his father, who had always been strong, left tears in front of him, he finally stopped thinking about committing suicide, because he knew that many people in his family lived for him.

There were no friends, no socialization, but Huang Xu still survived. Actively cooperated with those doctors and craftsmen to treat, even if it was still ineffective, but his role had changed to the person who comforted Huang Zhong.

In other words, it is precisely because of this serious illness that his mind has long surpassed the maturity of his peers.

"Little sister has grown up after all." Huang Xu slowly spit out a few words, and then smiled with relief, just like the Huang family values him, he has long regarded his father and sister as his all.

"Brother ---!" Huang Wudie was a little shy, and quickly changed the topic: "Big brother, has his health improved a little after Mr. Zhang's treatment?" ”

"Yes." Huang Xu's head nodded up and down in a very small increment, indicating certainty.

"Mr. Zhang's medical skills are really good, and in the past ten days, at least my cough and asthma have improved a lot, and everyone has seen this."

Huang Wudie was very happy, she could see the real joy in Huang Xu's eyes, and she was not comforting herself like before.

"Is the girl in a hurry to go to the Guard Division? Let's go, it's time to have lunch if I don't go again. ”

"But you can't be left without someone to take care of you, my father is really, since Mr. Zhang said that the eldest brother can be treated, he hasn't come to see the eldest brother a few times." Although Huang Wudie complained, she was also able to understand her father.

Huang Xu just smiled, "What does the little girl know about men?" My father is going to be the one who wants to be the general under the main account, and these days he must be discussing with General Wen about the countermeasures to break the yellow scarf. ”

Huang Xu is still very smart, even if he can't get out of bed, he still has to be a servant to ask him about the outside world, and he is clear about the Yellow Turban Rebellion or something.

"Besides, doesn't my father think that there is a little sister here, how do you know that the little sister has grown up now, and the girl will not stay!"

"Brother ---!" Huang Wudie glared at Huang Xu again, and Huang Xu kept urging, "Go to your Wei Shaojun, brother doesn't need a little girl like you to serve here." ”

Looking at the back of Huang Wudie leaving, Huang Xu smiled very happily, not only because his sister rarely had a sweetheart, but also because of the changes that Wei Yu's arrival brought to his family.

Maybe... Mr. Zhang can really cure himself, Huang Xu suddenly blushed, and wanted to exert force in his hand, but the finger that was already a little mechanical actually moved slightly...

Ji Ling and Yi Ji still returned to Xinye with five hundred soldiers, which was ordered by Wei Yu, he was afraid that the front-line war would need two people, so he drove the two back with a loud voice.

As for the safety of Wei Yu, Ji Ling is still very relieved, not only has the comparable Wenpin personal protection, but also Huang Hansheng, who fights alone, is here.

In terms of the number of people, aren't there more than a thousand tiger thieves brought by Liaohua?

"In fact, Huang Xu's illness is not very difficult, most of them were infected with wind and cold when he was young, and he often felt pain in the back of his head and inconvenient physical mobility over the years."

Zhang Zhongjing watched Wei Yu write him some medical concepts, and muttered in his mouth.

"There should still be some tuberculosis, I saw that Huang Xu was still coughing a few days ago, but fortunately, it was Zhong Jing's wonderful hand that rejuvenated, and the disease was stopped."

Wei Zhongdao sat opposite and spread his hands, he knew in his heart that Huang Xu's tuberculosis was definitely not as serious as before, otherwise it would not be something that Zhang Zhongjing could stop with a few clicks.

The most important thing is this wind chill, if it is not terrible at the beginning, but after a long time, there will be problems. Huang Xu is still so simple that he can't even move, if it weren't for Zhang Zhongjing saying that it can be cured, Wei Yu would probably have to mobilize all his abilities to go all over the world to find Hua Tuo.

It's not that Hua Tuo's medical skills are better than Zhang Zhongjing, but there are only a few famous doctors in the Eastern Han Dynasty, Zhang Bozu Zhang Zhongjing's medical skills are passed down in one line, Dong Cheng is not born yet, if he has no choice but to go to Hua Tuo to be a dead horse doctor.

"Where." Zhang Zhongjing is a casual person, he has been good with Wei Yu these days, so he has also omitted some etiquette, so when answering Wei Yu's words, he doesn't even take his eyes off the bamboo slips.

"Although Huang Xu's disease is stubborn, he can recover after a year and a half of machine diagnosis and treatment, and now he has temporarily controlled his tuberculosis, just to facilitate bringing him back to Yuan Gong!"

Wei Zhongdao's eyes lit up and he said, "Zhongjing has already agreed to serve under the lord's account?" ”

Zhang Zhongjing sighed, and reluctantly put down the book, "Go ahead, I've figured it out in the past few days." Zhongdao, the scene you described to me about spreading the medical Tao all over the world is enough to convince me, and besides, my uncle is still on Yuan Gong's side.

If you don't go, I'm afraid you will be scolded to death by the old man. ”

Wei Yu couldn't help but laugh for a while, saying that the uncle and nephew of the Zhang family were still very arrogant, and as for this, he felt it from Zhang Bozu when he was in Hedong.

"Before leaving, I have to pick a few sticks of medicinal herbs, and let Zhongye accompany me into the mountain tomorrow." Zhang Zhongjing pointed to the outside of the door, the crackling sound of the fight had already reached his ears, and it was estimated that Wen Ping was challenging Huang Zhong again.

Wei Zhongdao shook his head helplessly, since Ji Ling left, Wen Ping has been learning with Huang Zhong every day, and Huang Zhong is willing to give Wen Ping some advice.

Put his hand on the clean desk, these days Wei Yu has asked Liao Hua to talk about Zhang Zhongjing's grass house to clean up, after all, there is still a sick person living here, so as not to breed any bacteria.

"You're an interesting medical and surgical officer... Why don't you tell me about it? Zhang Zhongjing pointed to the text on the slip.

Wei Yu unceremoniously snatched the book slip from Zhang Zhongjing's hand, pointed at it, and his mouth was already gushing...

It seems that everything is harmonious, but there is one person who is really not happy.

In the past few days of following Wei Yu, he has heard the atrocities of the Yellow Turban from all sides. Whether it is Yuan Yin, who is in charge of Wancheng, or Huang Zhong, who is very brave, and Zhang Zhongjing, who is the most unlikely to lie, is like this.

The thieves in Hushangang were almost repatriated by him, leaving only more than a thousand people with good foundations and good conduct. Left half of his men in Zhang Zhongjing's grass house to protect the safety of everyone, while Liao Hua began to lead people to search everywhere.

The current northern part of Nanyang is still a place where the yellow turbans are less rampant, but it still can't stop those people from criticizing the yellow scarves as incomplete.

Once Zhang Jiao raised the matter, thieves of all sizes all over the country called themselves Yellow Turbans, and Zhang Jiao had to accept them one by one for the sake of the overall situation.

Such a rogue who calls himself the Yellow Turban, Liao Hua has killed several batches. His heart had begun to waver, for these people were burning and looting under his nose.

Maybe those Qu Shuai aren't like that.

Liao Hua comforted himself in this way.

At this time, Liao Hua's eyes were already red, and he trampled a man with a red fruit under his feet, and the men he brought with him had already broken seventy-seven eighty-eight, even if they were alive, they were all bloody.

He was surrounded by corpses, some of them were yellow scarves, some of them were his own men, and more of them were these innocent villagers.

The tragic sight of the gray-haired old man lying in a pool of blood, and the humiliation of the white stripes of women being picked up, were always circling in his mind.

This is Runan Qu Shuai Bocai's subordinates, he doesn't dare to accept this fact, but those sophisticated equipment and the Yellow Turban Banner have said it all.

Xiao Qu Shuai, who was trampled on the upper body of Chiguo, already felt deep fear. Looking at Liao Hua's fierce and vicious look, his pupils stared at the boss, and his mouth kept swallowing saliva.

"You can't kill me, I'm under Daqu Shuaibocai..."

"Don't say you're a yellow turban again!" Liao Hua almost cried out, the long knife in his hand was fiercely aimed at the open mouth of the Qu Shuai, he didn't want to hear a word!

Jingling, the spear that Liao Hua pulled out had fallen to the ground, and his body couldn't help kneeling, and the Qu Shuai couldn't say a word anymore, but it didn't make his mood improve in the slightest.

The escaped baby cries by the dry well, and his mother apparently committed suicide by throwing herself into the well to save her virginity. The smell of flowers can no longer be smelled, some are just the pungent smell of blood, the so-called mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the green trees and saffron have become a pale ruin...

And the initiator of all this is the Yellow Turban Rebel Army that Liao Hua yearns for in his heart.

"Oh my God." Liao Hua's head was raised high, his hands were aimed at the sky in claws, and the blood and tears on his face were already mixed together.

"Who can tell what kind of world this is!"