Jinjie originally meant to tease Di San a little, lest this guy be self-righteous. But seeing him angry and thinking about the sins he had suffered in the past two days, my heart couldn't help but soften again.

This person, after all, has paid a lot for Han, and if you don't look at the monk's face, you have to look at the Buddha's face. People want to save Han as soon as they are bent on it, and they can't help themselves, so why bother squeezing others so much.

He was a little ashamed, his heart moved, and he remembered something again, and finally sighed quietly in his heart, and without waiting for Di San to continue, he reached out and patted him gently: "That's it, in fact, needless to say, I also know that even if we are not friends, we will not be enemies, so why bother with such-for-tat." If you want to see him, I'll let you see him. ”

His one hundred and eighty degree turn and another hundred and eighty degree turn made Di San at a loss, and he only felt that Feng Jinjie's smile was extremely treacherous.

"Alright, don't guess. See who you speculate. It's just that he has just met Mrs. Lu now, so let's stop bothering them and give them a little time to be alone. Take this opportunity to give you a closer look at the injury. A silver needle quietly fell from the bottom of his sleeve to his fingers, and Feng Jinjie smiled and groaned: "My medical skills are very good, and it is your luck to meet me." ”

He was suddenly so easy to speak, but it made Di San's heart go up and down.

Listening to this tone, that person was Lu Dongli, and he saw Lu Dongli...... He might soon be able to find the Wind Festival. Although this is indeed the purpose of his taking risks and piercing this matter, this person agreed too quickly, right?

Just a few unfounded speculations from him. He immediately admitted it. Is it so easy to cheat such a big secret?

The more uncertain he was, the easier he laughed. A bright needle dangled between his fingers, making Di San's eyes dazzled, and he became more and more cranky. However, the body that has been tortured is completely incapable of resisting, and can only be manipulated by others at will.

Lu Dongli was in front of Su Wanzhen's bed, and he didn't know how long he had been waiting.

He couldn't hear the sound of roosters crowing in the distance, and the morning light was getting brighter outside the window, and he couldn't see it.

his world. Only this small room, only his wife and children who have been reunited after a long absence.

He could touch his wife, he could hold her hand, he could barely tell that she was motionless. Unconsciousnessed, but he couldn't see that her face was haggard and emaciated, and he couldn't see how much gray hair there was on her head.

Snuggled up to her ground, are their children. He's grown so big, so big. Last time, he could still be picked up by his hands, but now, the child tried to curl up in a ball, but he could only bury his head in his mother's arms.

She was his wife. But he has never enjoyed the wealth and honor of an official's wife for a day, but he spends days and nights alone.

She was always waiting for him. Waiting for him to run in all directions. Take care of the people, waiting for him to take the lamp to govern. Approve official documents. Waiting for him to go thousands of miles to the side, he will return in a few years.

She was his wife. She never complained about him. When his servants were running around, she just made soup for him with her own hands, hot and hot, waiting for him to wear the stars and the moon and return it late at night. When he faced the lonely lamp every night, she just quietly put on a dress for him, cut the candle twice, and gave him a gentle smile when he looked up.

When he was ruthlessly gone, she just dragged her pregnant body, smiled and sent him one ride after another, and then, for several years of family letters, always only asking about hunger and cold, only reporting good news, sending thousands of miles away, always the clothes she sewed by herself, and the cloth shoes that were well received by stitches and threads.

In the hazy blood, Lu Dongli held Su Wanzhen's hand. Listen to the sound of her and the child's gentle breathing.

Wanzhen ...... It's always been you, it's you waiting for me, it's me who is carrying you.

What can I do for you? What else can I do for you but watch over you like this, hold your hand, and wait quietly for you to wake up?

Inadequate! It's not enough!

He wanted to see her, he wanted to see her eyebrows, her expression, her smile, her sideburns, but the world was lonely, only a piece of blood.

He wanted to call her, wanted to call her by her name, wanted to say to her, Wanzhen, Wanzhen, in this life, I owe you a lot.

But he couldn't see, he couldn't speak. He could only sit helpless like this, not knowing how he could make his wife look good when she woke up.

There had never been a moment when he felt so clearly that he was a waste, a person who no longer had any ability, existed, and had no meaning in the slightest.

The young man who reads the books of sages and aspires to the world, the youngest Tanhualang in the history of Zhao State, the official who is busy day and night for the people, and the marshal who commands the killing at the moment of Dingyuan, all seem to be a stranger in his previous dream. Now he can only rely on others to live and die for him, and he can only rely on others to plan for him.

Even, he couldn't even call his wife's name.

Lu Dongli sat stunned. Suddenly, he heard a very low, very low voice.

If it weren't for the silence in the room, maybe he wouldn't have had a chance to notice the almost silent call that came out between his breaths.

He slowly lowered his head and leaned over, followed the source of the voice, and brought his ear to Su Wanzhen's ear, only to vaguely hear what Su Wanzhen was in a coma, muttering.

"East Fence ......"

The voice was so weak that it could be dissipated with just a breath.

She didn't wake up. She was just calling a name, almost silently, calling out the name that was so deep in her heart that she couldn't forget it even if she lost her mind.

Lu Dongli was stiff all over, like a clay carved wood sculpture, and he just listened blankly, listening to his unconscious wife, whispering his name.

"East Fence...... East Fence ...... East Fence! ”

Every sound is so long, every call is called, it's all that

, Even if he is deeply poisoned and his physical strength is exhausted, even if he is, every time he calls out a word, it is extremely difficult and slow, and that woman is always calling him.

How many years. How much time passes. During the day, she is the widow of all respectful and loyal ministers, a chaste archway that can walk and move. At night, she could only hold her ignorant child and call her husband, who was wandering at the end of the world. Tear-soaked placket.

Night and night, moon and month, year and year. The tears flowed a lot, and the eyes gradually became worse. The heart hurts very much, but in front of people, he still has to be the calm and serene virtuous lady.

Night after night, she whispered his name. Give yourself the courage to live.

East Fence! Her husband is not dead! He still lives at the far end of the sky, the cape of the sea. Therefore, she also has to live well. Nurture his flesh and blood, protect his family for him, don't let him hear any unfortunate news about her from afar, and don't let him have to bear pain and burdens for her again.

She didn't wake up, she didn't know that the people she had called were beside her. She just habitually, instinctively, called. After losing all sanity, her body was calling spontaneously.

Lu Dongli listened in a daze, unable to move. I don't know how to think. It's just that his eyes are moist, and his tears are silent.

Trembling. His lips finally opened slightly, and he called softly: "Wanzhen!" ”

His voice was hoarse and jerky. I couldn't tell what he was calling the earth. However, he did call.

He should be with her. Calling to her.

"Wanzhen, Wanzhen, Wanzhen......"

One after another, the voice went from being difficult to argue, and gradually becoming clear and clear.

How many years he has not spoken out, how many years has he not spoken normally. So it took a long, long time for his throat to get used to it, and he was slowly able to produce a normal tone.

However, he had no ecstasy, no joy, because, at all, he did not realize that he was finally able to speak again.

Like her, he called her by name, just instinctively, with the affection and pain in his heart.

She called to him in a coma, and he called to her in a bloodstained sluice.

The unconscious person, who didn't know that the person he had been calling for countless years was beside him, and he couldn't hear the person who was heartbroken, calling her name one after another.

How many years can people who can't say a word normally, how many times, how many names, how many angers, how many sighs, stalks in the throat, but can never spit it out, people can speak. Because of Su Wanzhen, he can speak. However, he didn't know.

He was just heartbroken, just frantically trying to respond to her call, so he called out her name, again and again, and he himself had been and had not noticed.

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The means that Feng Jinjie used on Di San made this sophisticated character who had gone through countless turmoil and seen many strange things secretly frightened.

He knew that the torture he had suffered in the past few days was real. Although those Ouchi masters didn't understand his identity, they didn't dare to kill him, and they didn't directly abolish him, but the injuries in this body were definitely very terrifying.

However, Feng Jinjie was just on him, pricking dozens of stitches, opening a few more serious wounds, re-applying medicine, and by the way, taking a few more pills for him to eat, adding up, that is, an hour or two of effort, but he could clearly feel the reduction of pain in his body and the recovery of strength.

In fact, even in the rivers and lakes, this kind of medical skill can only be possessed by the legendary so-called living and dead people with white bones, but in fact, this kind of divine doctor only exists in legends, and no one can really see it.

Of course, Di San didn't know that Feng Jinjie was looking at Ah Han's face, and what he used was indeed a medicine far beyond this era, and the effect was remarkable, which was a matter of course.

He was kind enough to treat this guy's wounds, and when he looked up, he saw Di San staring at him with a strange look, and the look was similar to that of a hungry cat when he saw a fish.

Feng Jinjie didn't even shudder, and immediately guessed that this guy had the idea of his own medical skills again, maybe he felt that he had the ability to cure Ah Han and wake him up?

He had a headache and a feeling of helplessness, he was really moved by Di San's heart, but how could he do this kind of thing by waking up Han and hurting Han's spirit.

So he hurriedly took advantage of the fact that Di San didn't have time to say anything, and said with a smile: "I've seen your injury, I'll go and see if the person you want to see is free." ”

didn't wait for Di San to react again, he flashed to the door, pushed the door and hurried out.

Di San smiled bitterly, thinking that he might soon see Lu Dongliang, firstly, to respect him for being a loyal and good, and secondly, he did not dare to hold up if he asked for help, so he reached out to support the edge of the bed and sat up slowly. Because he was re-treated by the wind festival, this action was not particularly difficult, he sat in a daze for a while, and he didn't know what he was thinking, but he heard the sound of the door, and when he looked up, a person walked in.

Feng Jinjie arrived outside Su Wanzhen's room, knocked lightly on the door, did not hear a response immediately, and was not impatient, slightly harder, knocked on the door again, at this time, there was a gradually approaching footstep from inside the door, and a slightly difficult voice: "What's the matter?" ”

Feng Jinjie's whole body shook, if it weren't for the chaos, still worried about the sick and weak Su Wanzhen in the room, he would almost have slammed the door open with one palm. Even so, he pushed open the door without any scruples, rushed in, and grabbed Lu Dongli who was walking towards the door, and his voice almost trembled: "Can you speak?" ”