Pei Yungui was angry and laughed back, and pushed the long hair that fell on his chest to the back, which had the meaning of breaking the jar and breaking it, and his voice was oozing ice, "I have only heard that men like women, so they send hairpins and bracelets to jade pendants, the general is good, the sword is on the sidelines, the thinking is strange, and the little girl admires." ”

Gu Rin played with the folding fan in his hand, and when he heard the words, he glanced at Pei Yungui lightly, and said with a smile: "It turns out that Miss Pei is turning around, complaining that Gu Mou's intention has not arrived, and there is no sincerity, so it is easy to do," Gu Rin put the fan on the table, and looked at Pei Yungui with a pair of affectionate phoenix eyes, "Tomorrow, I will ask someone to send three boxes of things, a box of hairpins, a box of bracelets, and a box of jade pendants, what does Miss Pei think?" ”

Pei Yungui tightened the hand on his lap and sighed suddenly, "General Gu, you let the little girl go." ”

She didn't know what Gu Rin was smoking, anyway, she regretted it.

If you want to blame yourself, you initially found such an outrageous reason, not only did she not feel disgusting, but she also let Gu Rin, the tailed wolf, take advantage of the loophole in vain.

If time can be turned back, Pei Yungui really wants to return to the Gu Mansion firewood room more than a month ago, and then tear up his mouth.

"How can you be willing to let go? There is a good saying, two lovers all day long, for the king haggard. Gu Rin quietly pinched his thighs and forced out a little sincere tears, those eyes were full of phoenix eyes, and when he was emotional, he really had a little affectionate appearance, almost disgusting Pei Yungui vomited out the overnight meal in his stomach, "Ben Jiang has been sick with lovesickness recently, and it is difficult to sleep, and the girl's heart is the sun and the moon can be seen from heaven and earth, but the flowing water is intentional, and the falling flowers are ruthless." The girl's heart is like a rock, no matter how much Ren pursues, she is unmoved, Gu has to take a detour, and he is cheeky to lie on the girl's house every day, even if he can see you, it is worth it. ”

Pei Yungui grimaced and moved his gaze to the sycamore tree outside the courtyard.

She had never wished she was deaf so much.

Gu Rin's voice was still chattering.

"But if you and I can't be in love for a long time, morning and twilight, and become a pair of resentful couples, Gu is not unacceptable."

The case has been solved, and Gu Rin is seriously ill.

Although he was spurned in his heart, Pei Yungui did not show it.

The cultivation from childhood to adulthood made her resist the urge to scold the street.

"Come on, I didn't say that." Pei Yungui hurriedly stretched out his hand and made a pause gesture, afraid that General Gu's unobstructed mouth would spit out some shocking language, "You can eat wherever you like, the little girl will go to the kitchen first, I will not accompany you, General Gu will do it yourself." ”

He didn't look back, and left the middle hall as if he was fleeing for his life.

Why should she be reasonable, is she brain-pumping?

It wasn't until Pei Yungui's back disappeared from view that Gu Rin collected the affection in his eyes, picked up the already cold tea cup on the table and took a sip gently.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, but there was a coldness in his eyes.

*

Gu Rin finally stayed to eat, and went back with two bags of dried fish by the way.

Pei Yungui sent the big Buddha away, breathed a sigh of relief, and felt that he was in a very beautiful mood.

She couldn't help but wonder what the purpose of Gu Rin drilling into her every day without doing her job properly.

I've been happy for a long time, that's just the rhetoric, and the ghost believes it.

But after thinking about it, there really is nothing useful about me that is useful to the other party.

Pei Yungui propped his head and thought.

Gu Rin's illness seems to have started some conversations about the "world" between the two after he was buried in the suburbs of Beijing.

So why?

If you want to say that for her life experience, her life experience has also been covered, and if you want to say that it is for Zhao Bo, Zhao Bo has also passed away.

She and Gu Rin should never have any more intersections.

Pei Yungui exhaled a breath of turbid air and rubbed his forehead.

I don't know what General Gu is thinking about all day long.

Headache terrible.

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At night, the stars dot the night, and Youxian, which is thousands of miles away from the capital, has gradually detached itself from the hustle and bustle of the day, and the insects weave into the moonlight, adding a little vitality to the silent mountain road.

Zhao Jian, who had been busy all day, was dressed in moonlight, carrying an empty burden and returning from the town, walking briskly, with a joy on his face that could not be concealed.

This year's spring rain is sufficient, the vegetable seedlings planted in early spring are growing gratifyingly, today I picked some of the fat and green ones to sell in the town, and they were sold out and earned a lot of money.

Everything is difficult at the beginning, but this early spring is off to a good start, and if this trend continues, this year will be a bumper year.

Thinking about it, the joy between his eyebrows was even more.

If you make a little money, you can save some money and change the house to a sturdy roof.

With a thought in his heart, Zhao Jian couldn't help but speed up his pace, wanting to tell his wife and children the good news as soon as possible.

Back in his small courtyard, he hurriedly unloaded his burden, and a thin layer of sweat was already floating on his dark face.

The low thatched hut stood quietly in the night, the small windows spitting a yellowish light, and the weeping female voices in the courtyard echoed, wisps and wisps.

Zhao Jian wiped his forehead casually with his sleeve, and when he heard the cry, his brows furrowed.

The voice was like that of his wife, Xiuniang.

What happened again?

He opened the door of the house, and the crying became more pronounced, coming from the inner bedroom.

It must have been the youngest child who made his wife angry again.

Zhao Jian thought so, so he rolled up his sleeves and rushed to the bedroom, bound to let his son eat a fist.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw a woman with soft facial features sitting on the bed to hide her face and weep bitterly, her son was lying on the bed with a red face, and her daughter took a wet rag and was about to put it on her son's forehead.

"Xiuniang, Lan Lan, what's going on?"

Zhao Jian opened the door and saw such a scene, and hurriedly rushed to the side of the bed and touched his son's forehead.

Piping hot.

When Xiuniang saw Zhao Jian, it was like seeing a life-saving straw, she raised her red and swollen eyes, and said eagerly: "Husband is back, Zhang'er doesn't know what's going on, she has a stomachache after dinner, and then she vomited the things she had eaten, started a fever, and couldn't go back." ”

"When did Zhang'er get a fever, and why did it burn so badly?"

"An hour ago...... I use any method, but I don't retreat, this ...... What can I do about this......"

"Don't worry, lady." Zhao Jian hurriedly picked up the unconscious Zhao Zhang, and said calmly: "Send Zhang'er to Cui Langzhong for your husband, you and Lan Lan stay at home and don't go out." ”

"Hey." Xiuniang hurriedly wiped away her tears and made way for Zhao Jian, "Husband, pay attention to safety, go and come back quickly." ”

"Got it."

Zhao Jian picked up Zhao Zhang on his back and ran out.

The son's body is hot and scary, and if it burns like this, I'm afraid people won't be able to hold it.

The Zhao family lived in the east of the village, and Cui Langzhong lived in the west of the village, separated by five miles from one east and one west.

In the middle of the night, a layer of small water droplets had floated on the top of Zhao Jian's head, so he held his son in his arms, protected it with his chin and chest, and his hot body burned his heart a little more uneasy.

When he finally arrived at Cui Langzhong's door, he hurriedly knocked on Cui Langzhong's door.

There was a knock on the door, but no one answered.

Zhao Jian was anxious like an ant on a hot pot, and slapped a second time.

This time the door opened from within, and a little boy's head poked out.

The boy asked, "What's the matter?" ”

Zhao Jian seemed to see the savior, and hurriedly said: "The child suddenly had a fever late at night and came to see Cui Langzhong." ”

Xiao Tong's brows tightened, and his childish voice looked a little old, "My master is full of patients tonight, and he can't take on new patients, so you can come back tomorrow." "Then the door will be closed.

When Zhao Jian heard this, he was anxious.

His eyes were sad and about to burst into tears.

How can this illness still give birth to a piece!

He hurriedly resisted the wooden door and begged: "Let's take a look at Xiao'er, Xiao'er has been burned to the point of delirium, I'm afraid it won't last tomorrow, and the servant is such a son." ”

The boy snorted impatiently.

"Didn't you say it, my lord is full of consultations, and now there are only two people to see the doctor, and they are too busy to be busy, even if you go in, you have to wait until dawn, so it's better to go home and rest first."

Zhao Jian, a rough man with a pleading face, sent someone to kneel, "Please be good, accommodating, my child is too heavy to stand it." ”

The child froze in place, also with a tangled face.

At this time, an old man with white hair happened to come out with a medicine bowl, and when he saw this scene, he walked straight over and said in a deep voice: "What happened?" Poria cocos, why is it blocked at the door. ”

Poria hurriedly looked back, bowed uprightly, and explained: "Master, someone who came here had a fever and came to consult. ”

Cui Langzhong put the medicine bowl on the stone bench, his eyes were majestic, "It's a consultation, why don't you let people in?" ”

Poria was about to speak back, but unexpectedly, Zhao Jian rushed into the courtyard while he was distracted, knelt down towards Cui Langzhong, and sobbed: "Doctor, please save the child, he is going to die!" ”

Zhao Zhang's face was red, he was already delirious, and he began to mumble.

Cui Langzhong's face was cold, and he caught Zhao Zhang's vein.

Zhao Jian stared at Cui Langzhong with a nervous expression.

I saw the old man close his eyes and whispered, "Follow me to the backyard." Then he took the lead and walked in, walking hurriedly.

Zhao Jian's heart trembled, he forcibly suppressed the worries below, hugged Xiao'er tightly, and followed Cui Langzhong on his back heels.

The backyard of Cui's house is a place specially set aside by Cui Langzhong for the seriously ill to live.

Although it is a courtyard, it is just a square open space enclosed by a few wooden fences, and a few thatched huts have been built in it.

When the head of the village is sick, he usually only grabs a few pairs of medicine here in Langzhong, and goes to work in the field when he copes with it, and no one lives in the backyard.

But tonight, there was a very strong smell of medicine in the hospital, and it was full of patients, some wailing and crying, some rolling on the bunk with their stomachs covered, and some spitting on the ground with their heads enough.

Zhao Jian was shocked and hugged the youngest son in his arms tighter.

It's like purgatory on earth.

Lieutenant Cui Lang led him to a vacant room and instructed Zhao Jian to place Zhao Zhang on the bed.

"Doctor, how is my child, can he be cured?" Zhao Jian stood aside and asked crampedly.

"The fever caused by the wind chill, the high fever does not stop, and I am afraid that it will affect the lungs, so the old man will do his best."

Cui Langzhong placed the person, then took the silver needle from the cabinet next to the bed and applied it to Zhao Zhang.

Zhao Zhang was still unconscious, his eyes were closed, and his face was red.

Zhao Jian rubbed his hands, looking nervous.

The night was breezy and the few people in the house were indeed sweating nervously.

There was a sudden exclamation outside the house, and Poria crawled into the room where Zhao Zhang was lying, shouting: "Master, master, it's not good!" ”

"The patient in room D vomited and diarrhea and has now fainted."

Cui Langzhong frowned, finished the last shot, and before he had time to collect the things, he strode out, and said as he walked: "Cook a bowl of ephedra aconite fine spicy soup for this child, send it as soon as possible, and I will go to see the patient in the Ding room." ”

When the words fell, both of them walked out all the way, leaving only a series of messy footsteps.

Zhao Jian touched Zhao Zhang's forehead, felt the temperature slowly receding, and took a breath, then sat on the edge of the bed and covered the quilt.

Poria cocos' soup was quickly sent in, and Zhao Jian took it carefully, holding Zhao Zhang's head and feeding it.

After tossing all night, he sweated a little, and when he saw that his son had recovered a lot, he had the leisure to sit down and ask about the doubts in his heart.

"I don't know what's going on out there, why so many people got sick overnight."

Note: Walk: Run

The prototype of the virus is cholera, in order to cater to the plot, the stupid author has slightly changed on the basis of the cholera disease, and all the settings have no scientific basis, everyone just looks at the text and pictures for entertainment~~