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It's not just a penny that stumps the hero, but it may also be a cold.

After experiencing the scene of the Huxin Pavilion to save the beauty and send Song Wanwan back to her courtyard with plantain leaves, Chen Zhongqing finally fell ill gloriously the next day, lying on the bed on his side and sighing, Lao Jia went out in a robe, and the beating sound in the middle of the night woke up the sleeping doctor and grabbed two packets of medicine for typhoid fever. In his dazed sleep, he saw the clothes that returned from the stormy night, and the soaked Lao Jia tightly protected the medicine he grabbed from his chest, and the paper containing the medicine did not have any wet traces.

In a daze, Chen Zhongqing seemed to see Lao Jia back and forth, grabbing the herbs and going to the kitchen to put a pot on the shelf, and slowly boiling the medicine. Occasionally, he was seen walking through the wing room with a fan, frowning, tossing back and forth for hours a night.

This hunchbacked and obscene old guy can still be relied on at critical moments.

Chen Zhongqing thought that he had passed the age of sadness and sorrow, but in the end there was still a trace of youthful sorrow.

He remembered a lot of things, the master of a great country who came out once in a century, the grandfather who could hang the military medal on a white wall at home, and his father, like Chen Anzhi, who had been up and down in the Huan Sea for decades in his previous life. He was tired, tired and couldn't remember many things, the past was like smoke, everything was over, and now he just wanted to sleep quietly in the comfortable and soft bed, and have no dreams all night.

Xiaolou listened to the spring rain overnight, and sold apricot blossoms in the Ming Dynasty in the deep alleys.

A medicinal scent wafted through the air.

It rained all night.

One night, he only heard the ticking sound of the rain hitting the begonia flowers, the crackling sound of the dry wood breaking, and all things in the world were silent in the sound of rain, Chen Zhongqing only felt that his forehead was hot, and his whole body trembled like a chaff sieve, it was difficult for him to think about anything, and he only felt that he suddenly remembered many things in his sleep. It is said that he wants to get ahead and be rich for a lifetime, Chen Zhongqing has been in an official family for two generations, and only he knows the sour taste of the center.

The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and the flowers fall to know how much.

Before falling asleep, Chen Zhongqing's only concern was the sparsely flowered and leafy begonia tree in the yard, can it survive the wind and rain tonight?

When he woke up the next day, he was greeted by Lao Jia, who was sleeping on the edge of the bed and in his clothes, his face was blackened, and there was a bowl of black medicinal soup on the table.

The clouds are gone, and the sky is getting brighter.

Chen Zhongqing got up from the bed and woke up the old servant lying at the head of the bed, he rubbed his bloodshot eyes and yawned, "Young master, you're awake." The doctor said that it was drenched in freezing rain and cold air, and after drinking ginger soup and bitter medicine last night, the fever subsided and had eased. ”

"Lao Jia, thank you."

Chen Zhongqing put on his coat and slowly crawled out of the bed. Jia San originally wanted to support him, but was refused. He squeezed out a smile at the old servant, looking tired, "I'll go by myself." ”

Stepping out of the room full of medicinal smells, Chen Zhongqing stood in the courtyard. The sound of the wind and rain overnight covered the small pond with falling bright red begonia flowers, and the red carp loomed between the gaps in the bright red petals of the pond, and he leaned against the threshold, looking weak.

Chen Zhongqing asked for no reason, "Lao Jia, how many years have you been in our house?" ”

The old servant who cleaned up the dishes, chopsticks and medicine residue in the house stopped his movements, no longer the old and indecent attitude before, he thought for a while with a serious expression, and said, "Back to the young master, it has been almost more than thirty years since I entered the Chen family to serve the master. ”

"Oh~" Chen Zhongqing dragged out his tone and said casually, "More than thirty years ago, that is, when Emperor Liewu's White Horse Yicong set foot all over the rivers and lakes of the Jin Dynasty?" ”

Lao Jia's movements paused, and Chen Zhongqing turned his back to him, not noticing this subtle movement.

Chen Zhongqing also heard about this bloody past in other people's words. After Emperor Liewu unified the former dynasties, he issued two special secret decrees. Confucianism is forbidden to mess with the law with literature. Chivalry violates the ban with martial arts, and it is punished.

However, even if Emperor Liewu leaned towards the government and the opposition, and held great power, he did not dare to do the thing of burning books and pit Confucianism.

Anti-Confucianism, equivalent to opposing the ruling foundation of the Jin family, the crowd in the temple was angry and menacing, he was helpless, and in the end he only made the Privy Council and the military power of the three provinces and six ministries, and the regime was divided equally, so he could be regarded as barely suppressing the clear stream.

But the ending of the powerless and powerless people in the imperial court is a little sad. At that time, the military power was in the hands of the red-robed Damink Temple Qin Snake directly ordered the general, led the most elite white horse in the hands of the emperor, and 10,000 troops stepped on all the sects in the rivers and lakes, and did not want to be the lackeys of the Jin family. Only a few highly respected sects such as Dragon Tiger, Wudang, Heavenly Master Dao, and King Kong Temple survived. Since then, the foundation has been laid for the eunuchs to take charge of the Jin Dynasty's military generals.

They are eunuchs, and they only remember the ancestral teachings of the Jin family, and they are a dog to guard the country.

From a strategic point of view, Emperor Liewu considered it very far-reaching, otherwise he would not have made a ruthless move to punish six people who wrote to oppose the establishment of the Privy Council.

"Wow~"

The knock on the door relieved Chen Zhongqing from his contemplation, and he didn't know who came early in the morning, and was about to get up to open the door, but Lao Jia took a step forward and opened the door.

The clear-eyed woman stood at the door, carrying a bulging bag behind her, with a calm face. Those empty eyes were "staring" at Lao Jia.

Song Wanwan held a cane in her left hand and asked softly, "May I ask Chen Zhongqing and Chen Gongzi live here?" ”

As soon as Lao Jia wanted to speak, Chen Zhongqing, who was sitting in the courtyard, got up, walked quickly through the courtyard, and walked to the gate. When he saw Song Wanwan, his tone was a little surprised, "Miss Song? Why do you know where I live? ”

Lao Jia turned around and looked at Chen Zhongqing with a strange expression, with a wicked smile of "The young master has finally grown up".

Chen Zhongqing gave him a blank look, not bothering to pay attention to him.

The blind Song Wanwan didn't notice the strangeness in the courtyard, and asked with a smile, "Gongzi mentioned it by the West Lake, have you forgotten?" I don't know if the steps from the alley to your door were accurate, but now it seems to be accurate. ”

Lao Jia looked at this girl with interest, and she could calculate the direction by those few steps, and this blind girl was probably even more powerful than a normal person.

"Miss Song, don't stand stupidly at the door, come in and sit."

Lao Jia hurriedly led Song Wanwan to the direction of the courtyard, and the sound of the cane hitting the bluestone slab was in his ears.

When passing by the begonia flower tree, Song Wanwan's nose twitched, as if she smelled the fragrance of flowers, and said softly, "Last night, the wind and rain were sparse, I wonder if the begonias are still in this courtyard?" ”

Chen Zhongqing glanced at the bald begonia branches, then at the red in the hall, and hurriedly said, "Still, still." ”

With a gentle smile, Song Wanwan stepped over the threshold.

Chen Zhongqing took out the oil-paper umbrella he borrowed that day and handed it to Song Wanwan. She took the umbrella and held it in her arms, but refused to leave, and asked in a tactful tone, "I came to get the umbrella today, and I have a reluctant request, I want to hear Chen Gong's bullet song ambush on all sides again." ”

"Huh?" Chen Zhongqing was a little strange to her.

Song Wanwan looked serious, "The slave family has been blind since childhood, and both parents died, if it weren't for a luthier surnamed Liu in Hangzhou City who took me in and taught me music and poetry, I'm afraid the slave family would not have survived today." The shock brought by the ten-sided ambush of the son that day was no less than the mountains and flowing water played by the master back then. After the slave family went back, they found that no matter how they hooked the strings, they were here today, and the slave family had nothing to repay, but prayed that Chen Gongzi could talk about an eight-sided ambush for the slave family again! ”

Song Wanwan's voice was not loud, but her tone was very resolute, "I hope that the son will not hesitate to teach!" ”

The blind female pianist's dedication to the rhythm of music is almost beyond Chen Zhongqing's imagination, but the ten-sided ambush that popped up the day before yesterday was also due to the right time and place.

"Miss Song......"

Chen Zhongqing thought for a long time before he spoke, "I can play another ...... for you."

"But not the ambush ...... on all sides"

Song Wanwan paused for a moment, not knowing how to reply. But he still took off the rucksack and unbuckled it, revealing the quaint lute. She cautiously handed the pipa to Chen Zhongqing, a graceful woman with a blush on her face.

Chen Zhongqing found a chair and sat down, placed his fingers on the strings, slowly closed his eyes, and thought for a long time before plucking the first string.

This time it is different from the sonorous and passionate ambush on all sides, but with the grace of the gurgling stream of the Jiangnan woman, like a canopy boat rowing a lotus pond.

The rhythm is as soft as the moonlight.

This tune that did not say the name to Song Wanwan is called "Li Qingzhao".