The convoy is huge, and the horses and flowers are all the way, and the mountains and rivers are down to breathe and watch the scenery, so the journey is slow, but Di Renjie's injury has not healed, and he is already restless, and now the car and horses are tired, and it is even harder. But he refused to open his mouth to complain, but just stiffened.

Two days later, at Yingyang Station, Di Renjie got off the car on the back of a servant. Shen Mengxi saw it at the door of the post station, smiled, took out a flat silver box, and asked Commander Lu to hand it to Di Renjie, "You have also used this, send it to Di Gong." Tomorrow, please ask Di Gong to take the carriage in Fuzhong. ”

The post station was not full, and there was a group of more than ten people, who were also bringing their families with their mouths, with big bags and small packages. Seeing the battle of Shen Mengxi and his entourage, he honestly stepped back and asked them to check in first.

Among the group, there was a little boy, very eye-catching, about four or five years old, fair-skinned, lovely jade snow, with a mustache tied to the sky on his head, wearing red clothes, like a lucky baby, held tightly in the hands of a servant woman. The woman lowered her head with a look of sincere fear, but the child was not afraid, and watched Yin'er Jian'er jump out of the carriage with a smile, and also jumped a few times on the spot.

Eleven-year-old Yin'er is already a little boy, much taller, he takes care of his younger brothers and sisters, walks to another car, hugs the deer, and helps Yu'er get out of the car, Jian'er has already run around the post station compound, turned his head, saw the little boy, ran over, reached out to the people's sky-high mustache and pulled twice, the servant woman nervously hugged the boy, the child laughed and touched his hair.

Suddenly, Jian'er screamed and pointed at the boy, "Bleeding, bleeding!" ”

The servant woman holding the boy's hand was shocked, squatted down, and blocked the child's nose with a handkerchief, "San Lang, look up!" Raise your head! Shen Mengxi heard the voice and walked over quickly, but saw that the boy who was looking up had twisted his body and couldn't stop struggling, but the servant woman still dutifully wrapped the child's hands, pinched his nose with the other hand, pressed his head, and coaxed: "San Lang don't move, don't move, it'll be fine soon." ”

This is nothing short of murder! Shen Mengxi stepped forward in a few steps and pushed the servant woman away, "Let go!" ”

The child's hands were freed, and he immediately grabbed his throat, his eyes rolled white, and his snow-white little face turned purple. The servant woman was so frightened that more people ran over there.

Shen Mengxi hugged the child, let him turn his back to him, put his left hand into a fist against the child's abdomen, held his left hand with his right hand, squeezed the child's abdomen hard, and after three or five strokes, the child spit out a blood clot, coughed earth-shatteringly, and brought out a lot of blood foam.

The child's mother was holding a baby in her arms and rushed over to hug the child and cried, while two older boys patted him on the back vigorously, while the child's father immediately saluted Shen Mengxi. The child rinsed his mouth and coughed for a while, Shen Mengxi asked him to bow his head slightly, pinched the bleeding nose with his hand, pressed it for a moment, and then stopped bleeding. The child's mother looked at Shen Mengxi's hands stained with blood, and thanked and apologized again and again with guilt, Shen Mengxi shook his head and didn't mind, took the breezy wipes and wiped the blood on his hands.

Jian Er admired Shen Mengxi very much, "Ah Niang, you are too powerful!" ”

The child's father is named Qian Shikang, in his thirties, and he is this year's new science and technology jinshi, and he went to Luzhou to serve as the county magistrate of Linshui County. The boy was his third son, named Qian Song.

After dinner, Qian Shikang's wife Qi took Qian Song, who was already free, to kowtow to Shen Mengxi and thank him for saving his life.

Qian Song smiled and kowtowed to the ground, and said in a childish voice: "Thank you for help!" ”

It turned out that Qian Song was usually very prone to nosebleeds, and every time he looked up and pinched his nose, he would slowly stop the bleeding, who would have thought that this time there would be a blood clot flowing backwards and entering the trachea, if it wasn't for Shen Mengxi's timely rescue, the child would definitely have suffocated to death.

Shen Mengxi looked at the boy's fair face and light-colored lips, probably the child was anemic, and told Qi to give the child more red dates, pork liver, etc., and beckoned Qian Song to him, let him sit with Jian Erlu'er, and said to Qi Shi: "Usually give him more water, keep the house moist, put a basin of water at the bedside at night, or put a wet towel." Don't let him pick his nostrils, he'll get better if he's older. "Most nosebleeds are caused by nose picking, the climate in the Central Plains is dry, the nasal mucosa of children is dry and itchy, and the fingers are small, so it is normal to pick noses.

Qi said: "The child first hit his nose while playing and bled constantly, and then he often had nosebleeds, and the family did not dare to let him go out to play for this reason,...... But the child does not pick his nostrils. ”

"It's normal for children to be uncontrollable, after all, it's dry." Shen Mengxi was a little stunned when he saw Qi, and seemed embarrassed by his son's nose picking. "Qian Song, your nostrils are bigger than my Jane'er, don't dig them in the future, otherwise you will be like a stone lion."

Qian Song's eyes widened, and he imagined the nostrils of the stone lion in great horror, and tears gradually condensed in his eyes.

"However, you are still young, and it is too late to correct it. Come and I'll take a look! Shen Mengxi pulled him to check his pulse, looked at the tongue coating, palms, and fingers, "If you feel that your nose is dry in the future, take a wet handkerchief and sniff it a few times in front of your nose, so that it won't bleed." After speaking, Shen Mengxi poured water on the handkerchief and approached Qian Song's nostrils.

Qian Song sniffed, felt comfortable, nodded, and asked, "Then Song'er won't get bigger nostrils, right?" ”

"No, it won't." Shen Mengxi said with certainty.

Qian Song relieved himself, breathed a sigh of relief, and looked back at his mother.

"If there is blood in the future, don't look up, bow your head slightly, just let the blood flow out, the blood that has already flowed out, you can't look up and return to your body. Pat him on the forehead with cold water, pinch the wing of his nose, and press it for a while. Shen Mengxi said to Qi with a smile.

In the evening, it rained in autumn, and there were scattered merchants and civilians outside the post station, hiding under the tea shed.

Commander Lu looked at Shen Mengxi's expression, and knew that she was sympathetic to these people, so he simply said bluntly: "The post station is a place for court officials to change food and lodging and horses, and civilians are not allowed to enter, the princess should not pity them, there is an inn five miles ahead, and it is their own miscalculation to miss the accommodation, or they are poor and have no money to live in the hotel, if they are allowed to enter without an exception, will they be driven out again if they have no money?" Then all the post stations along the way have to make an exception for them? Besides, it's just raining, not going under the knife. Look, Princess, our guards are still living in tents outside. ”

"Then let them hide in the stables."

"Princess, that's even worse! You must know that the horses at the post station are ready to change horses for the post soldiers who deliver information at any time, and they need to travel 300 times a day, and no one can afford to delay the big thing. ”

Shen Mengxi nodded, this world has its own order, after all, no one can live solely on the mercy of others.

In the past four years, Shen Mengxi has never had a chance to go out alone, everywhere she goes, she is always a teacher, and she is also followed by secret guards when she travels, so that she doesn't even dare to use the Wuling space. In the bedroom and study, there are also maidservants on duty at the door. Although she has no worries about food and clothing, she doesn't have to taboo anyone except Emperor Wu, but she doesn't have the tranquility and privacy of being alone.

The ordinary people have their sufferings, and the royal family and nobles also have their sorrows.

It can only be said that each has a destiny.

She stood on the steps of the post station and looked at the tea shed outside, some people were holding umbrellas, some were holding oilcloths, and the wind and rain were slanting into the tea shed, and everyone was silently bearing.

The imperial examination system has made it possible for a small number of civilians to become officials and ministers, and to change the fate of the family, which is already a major breakthrough. But it has to be said that there are many obstacles.

Human souls may be equal, but identity is indeed determined.

No, there is a distinction between the human soul and the inferior!