"Bring the baby over and don't get drenched in the rain." A few soldiers next to him gathered together.

The rain was still falling, and the cold raindrops hit the baby's face, washing away the black ashes on his face.

Several people surrounded He Zhou, who was holding swaddling clothes, in the middle, and lifted the corner of the robe.

On this cold rainy day, a small area without rain was held up for the infant child.

The tall bodies of the men who fought in martial arts formed a wall.

As if warmed up, the baby smacked his lips and sipped the raindrops from his lips into his mouth.

Then he turned his head left and right, arched a little, and wanted to find food in He Zhou's arms.

But when he turned his head, he couldn't find his mother's soft body.

What touched his cheek was the damp and cool clothes on He Zhou's body that was still dripping with rain.

Then the boy flattened his mouth, wrinkled his face, and let out a weak cry.

He Zhou's clumsy arms stretched forward, holding the gentle swaddling clothes.

A slightly experienced soldier reached out and touched the child's forehead.

"It's feverish."

"Quick, take it to the hospital."

Several people, regardless of He Zhou's objections, untied the clothes on his body and tied the child's swaddling clothes to his chest.

"I haven't held a baby!" He Zhou only felt that the crying child in his arms was like some dangerous object.

He carefully carried the child in his arms and was thrust onto the horse.

One galloped to the makeshift infirmary set up in the city, while the rest of the soldiers continued their military duties.

Gongsun Jing was poisoned, and the big and small stewards and servants in the mansion were detained and screened and tried.

It was finally confirmed that the two stewards and Gongsun Jing's concubine were involved in the poisoning incident.

Gongsun Yan temporarily detained the three people, and after Gongsun Jing got a little better, he would dispose of them on his own.

Subsequently, she began to mobilize the stewards and servants of the Gongsun clan on a large scale.

Let the Gongsun clan directly participate in the aftermath of this war.

A large amount of grain was transferred from the treasury of Gongsun's house, and in the name of donation, it was escorted to Zhao Yun's camp.

With Gongsun's statement, the big families in the city who submitted a prayer post, but did not get a response from Zhao Yun, donated money and food one after another.

In addition to this, Gongsun Yan also ordered the opening of the Gongsun clan's trading house and warehouse in the market.

Served as a temporary medical center, Hua Tuo led the requisitioned city doctors to treat the injured people.

Large-scale soup kitchens, free medicines, and various measures, as well as the staff and officials of the Gongsun clan running around, released a signal in the city.

This time, there will be a peaceful handover of the Taishou power.

This is called the people in the city, and their hearts are relieved, especially the common people.

Taishou's surname is Zhao or Gongsun, and there is not much difference between them at this time.

They didn't want to be ravaged by the Yuan Clan's jackals, and they would encounter the struggle between Zhao Yun and the Gongsun Clan again.

Therefore, it was found that the two cooperated seamlessly and there would be no more chaos, which suddenly eased the atmosphere in the branch city.

In particular, a decree stamped with the seal of the Taishou of Liaoxi was issued, and after it was posted, the hearts of the floating people in the city gradually stopped.

The horse's hooves clattered on the bluestone slab.

The rain was still falling, He Zhou pulled the reins with one hand and carefully held the baby in his arms with the other.

The child who was still crying under the swaddling clothes was silent.

This made He Zhou extremely anxious.

Urging the horses to sit down, they sped up a little faster.

Finally walk to the front of the market.

After checking the military badges on the guards at the door, He Zhou led the horse and walked into the market with the child in his arms.

According to the sergeant guarding the door, stepping on the puddle on the ground, he directly carried the child who could no longer hear the cry, and walked to a hospital dedicated to treating critically ill patients.

After confirming the vermilion mark painted on the lintel, He Zhou quickly pushed the door in.

As soon as you enter the door, there are human voices, cries, and screams piercing your eardrums.

These sounds, mixed with a dull and complex stench, came to the face.

It causes boredom in the hearts of men.

Several healers with white cloths wrapped around their arms walked briskly among them.

The large warehouse is separated by a curtain that separates several separate areas, and wailing or crying can be heard coming from behind the curtain.

"What's the matter with this military master?"

The one who stepped forward to inquire was the maid who Gongsun Yan transferred directly from Gongsun Yan's mansion.

He Zhou's standard clothes and armor were really very recognizable, and seeing that his face was anxious, the maid hurriedly greeted and asked.

"We found a child."

He Zhou hurriedly lifted his robe, revealing the swaddling clothes underneath.

The child's eyes were closed in swaddling clothes, and his face was covered in black ash.

The maid's expression also changed, and she hurriedly led He Zhou inside.

Staggered past a wounded stretcher with his eyes closed and bandages wrapped around his waist and abdomen.

When I walked inside, I opened the curtain and saw that the white coat outside Hua Tuo's robe was full of blood, and the sleeves were rolled up high.

Washing hands in a plastic basin of grass and wheat straw.

Two masked healers are cleaning blood-stained cotton wool and disposable sheets from the treatment bed.

Seeing He Zhou coming in, Hua Tuo, who was just about to drink saliva, asked in a hoarse voice, "What's wrong?" ”

He Zhou hurriedly untied the swaddling clothes in his arms and handed it over: "We found this child in a breached place. ”

"Fang was still crying, but there was no sound at this time."

Hua Tuo motioned for him to put the swaddling clothes on the treatment bed, and motioned for him to go out while checking on the child.

Although He Zhou couldn't let go, he still retreated.

Looking at the white curtain that was drawn in front of him, He Zhou inexplicably thought of the female corpse lying in front of the stove, dead and not closing her eyes.

He sighed violently and stroked his bosom for a while.

A small cloth bag was found from the undershirt.

Untied layer by layer, a small amulet lay inside.

It was Ah Tang who embroidered it for him stitch by stitch.

He Zhou shrank beside the road and looked at it a few more times with some reluctance.

Then he picked up the amulet and hung it on the copper hook next to the curtain.

(Code words while going to work, and start to recover two shifts tomorrow, and my waist hurts!) ）