Chu Ji couldn't, so he had to let Hong Rui and the four of them suppress Qin Zong first, and then let Jiang Mu come to check the pulse.

Jiang Mu looked at the fangs that were shining with coldness, walked over with palpitations, and carefully put his fingers on Qin Zong's wrist.

Qin Zong was still struggling, and even the wounds on his body had broken open a lot.

Fortunately, Jiang Mu's medical skills are excellent, and after all, he finished his pulse and prescribed a prescription.

Chu Ji took it and let Ji An decoction go.

When Ji An came back with the medicine, and after Chu Ji poured it into Qin Zong, Jiang Mu yawned and said, "I can't die, I will be alive tomorrow." ”

Chu Ji remembered Qin Zong's sequelae in the original book, and couldn't help frowning and asking, "Will he leave any headaches?" ”

"Hey, don't question my medical skills, okay!" Hearing Chu Ji's words, Jiang Mu, who was originally sleepy-eyed and anxiously packing up the medicine box, suddenly came to his senses.

"Okay, okay, I said the wrong thing." Chu Ji waved his hand innocently. But when he heard that Qin Zong would not leave sequelae, he was relieved.

Jiang Mu nodded with satisfaction, and prepared to leave with the medicine box on his back.

But as soon as he turned his head, he saw that Chu Ji was still sitting on the edge of the bed, leaned down, and put his ear to Qin Zong's lips.

Chu Ji heard Qin Zong shouting something very weakly on and off, and when he heard it closely, he realized that Qin Zong's pale lips suppressed a few words: "Mother...... Mother......"

Chu Ji's breath was suffocated.

He remembered those dark nights.

He was very young and didn't know what death was. He only knew that he missed his mother very much, missed his mother's arms, wanted his mother to accompany him, and wanted his mother to rush over to protect him when his father suddenly broke out.

But no matter how much he cried, his mother didn't show up again.

It's been so long, so long that he has almost forgotten it, so long that he can't remember what his mother looked like.

Looking at Qin Zong's appearance again, I don't know how many times he has quietly called his mother in the cold and gloomy prison.

……

Chu Ji suddenly wanted to accompany him.

"Are you leaving? Your body can't stand such a hard time. Jiang Mu saw that Chu Ji didn't move for a long time, and asked strangely.

Chu Ji shook his head lightly and said, "You go back first, you have worked hard today." ”

Jiang Mu twisted his eyebrows, and wanted to persuade again, but seeing Chu Ji's appearance, the words came to his mouth and swallowed again, and he shook his head and walked away with grinning.

…… It's a big deal, I'll prescribe a few more pairs of medicine to Chu Ji tomorrow.

Ji An on the side sighed, a bun face was full of pretended old Cheng, there was really no one to worry about.

He walked up to Chu Ji and whispered, "Then I'll go get a cloak for the young master." ”

Chu Ji nodded, and then as if he remembered something, he said, "Find me another copy of Fuzhou's "Chronicles of Scenery". ”

*

Qin Zong knew he was dreaming.

He seemed to have returned to Fuzhou again, to the small courtyard with tall locust trees.

His father was a hero and guarded the border; The mother is gentle and virtuous, guarding the small family.

Every season when the acacia flowers are fragrant, the city will make acacia cakes. Their family is no exception.

My mother's cooking skills are excellent, and the Huaihua cake she makes is the most sweet and soft glutinous in Fuzhou.

And he is the most naughty and greedy. He is indispensable for picking locust flowers on the tree, making pastries in the kitchen, and stealing food before dinner......

His mother doted on him and would not say anything; However, his father was strict, and every time he was caught stealing food, he would always punish him to dance a set of halberds in the martial arts training ground.

Tonight, he smelled the fragrance of acacia flowers again. It's just that there is still a medicinal fragrance in it, who is sick?

*

Chu Ji quietly looked at the "Chronicles of Scenery" in his hand, and when he was tired of it, he touched Qin Zong's forehead, or stood up and moved, and by the way, he changed the cold handkerchief on Qin Zong's forehead.

Finally, when the moon went up to the west building, the temperature felt in the palm of Chu Ji's hand was only a little warm.

Qin Zong's burning should have retreated.

Chu Ji rubbed the corners of his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief.

I closed the book and was about to leave, when I felt a force on my waist.

Looking down, I don't know when, the jade pendant on his waist was actually grabbed by Qin Zong.

Chu Ji couldn't help but laugh in his heart. This little cub has a lot of vision, and he grabbed the most valuable thing on him in one hand.

Chu Ji loves jade, and takes all kinds of accessories as the most. The previous white jade was stained with blood, so it was replaced by Chu Ji. What he was wearing on his waist now happened to be a wolf-shaped black jade.

Good quality ink jade is very rare, and the price is more than 10,000 gold. This piece of Chu Ji's waist is pure black, oily, and warm to the touch, which is the best in ten thousand.

What's even more rare is that this piece of jade is cut out, which is the appearance of the natural wolf king Xiaoyue. After a little polishing, Chu Ji couldn't put it down.

Oh, what a little wolf cub.

Chu Ji carefully untied the palace silk around his waist, left the jade pendant in Qin Zong's hands, and then walked out lightly.

Just as Chu Ji closed the door again, Qin Zong on the bed opened his eyes. He looked at the jade pendant in his hand fixedly, and after being stunned for a moment, he fell asleep again.

Outside, Chu Ji tightened the cloak on his body as he walked.

The breeze and moon are unattended, and the south building is cold. （1）

Ji An was blown by the cool breeze of this summer night, he immediately looked at Chu Ji, and said worriedly: "The young master is going to have a cold wind again, so you have to take a good medicinal bath when you go back." ”

Chu Ji subconsciously wanted to play with the jade pendant on his waist, but he felt empty.

After reacting, Chu Ji shook his head with a smile and didn't speak.

If Qin Zong can follow him sincerely, what is a wind chill?

But on the contrary, Chu Ji knew very well that Qin Zong was not a person who would be bought by petty favors.

He did this just to reassure his own heart.

*

Chu Ji really fell ill, but he had been used to this kind of illness for three years, but it was just a little fever and dizziness, but it was not a big deal.

At least, after taking Jiang Mu's bitter medicine, it would not affect his morning arrangement.

Zhao Xie is lewd and greedy for pleasure, and in the early dynasty, there is naturally no one.

After Chu Ji arranged for Ji An to give a gift to Wang Qi, he went to the treasury, took a sample of things alone, put them in a box with bamboo reliefs, called Kuai Xin, and went out together.

Although the box of bamboo relief is not as expensive as gold and silverware, it has always been loved and sought after by literati because of the image of bamboo with a lonely and high knot, coupled with the rarity of craftsmanship.

Zhuo Xunzhi is a rare love for the people like a son in this dynasty.

In the original book, Cangzhou was snowing heavily, and the people were struggling to make a living, but Zhao Xie refused to allocate funds for disaster relief because he wanted to build other industries. Zhuo Xun was angry, and he actually came to a Wenchen death admonishment, counted the emperor's unkind crimes, and even said such things as the death of the heavens. Subsequently, he crashed into the pillars of the Jinluan Hall and died.

This time, although Chu Ji is confident to resolve the Cangzhou crisis. But according to Zhuo Xunzhi's temperament, I am afraid that I will anger Zhao Xie in the end.

Chu Ji wanted to change his ending.

But more importantly, he is a great Confucian of the time, and his protégés are all over the world, and he is a model in the hearts of thousands of students. Chu Ji needs such a person to support him.

*

The warm sunlight shone into the room, casting mottled dots on the floor. The windows were half-open, and the wind that had not passed by slowly blew the soft curtains of azure smoke.

Qin Zong opened his eyes.

He was in a trance, and he didn't seem to have woken up from the dream of that small courtyard in Fuzhou.

Otherwise, as a prisoner of war, how could he lie on the bed, covered with a soft brocade quilt. Although the wounds on his body were still aching, he could clearly feel that he had been well treated, and even the air was not the smell of decay in the cell, but the smell of medicine.

With a very light bitterness, but it smells tight.

That's right, medicinal fragrance!

Qin Zong raised his right hand, and in his hand he held a wolf-shaped jade pendant that was as black as ink.

It is the jade pendant left by Chu Ji.

He remembered.

He was rescued from the Colosseum by Chu Ji. threatened with his life, used elite soldiers as bait, and let himself help him fight the world.

Now it seems like it's more than that?

Qin Zong sneered in his heart, this Chu Ji would actually use the Huairou policy.

It's a pity that he is not a father, and he will not be willing to throw his head and spill his blood because of other people's small favors.

…… So much so that he finally lost his life and was ashamed of 100,000 soldiers.

Qin Zong threw down the priceless jade pendant in his hand expressionlessly, as if he was throwing an ordinary stone.

stayed up all night to take care of himself with a fever, and then quietly walked away. looked at it without leaving a trace, but left a jade pendant.

A set of well-made kung fu that annoys people.

…… It's better that the bow tied to his hand yesterday is real.