"You still know what I mean. ”

Although he forgot to tell Huang Quan, when he arrived in the army, he still prepared wine.

Rong Lian changed into clean clothes, and only understated a few words about the matter, without saying more, he sat by the fire with Zhu'an, and the small wine urn was warm on the stove, and a strong aroma of wine came to his nose.

Seeing Rong Lian holding up his wine glass, Huang Quan spoke, "Childe ......"

Zhu'an knew what he wanted to say, and handed him a lamp, Wen Xu smiled and said: "This is the medicinal wine I brewed, warm the stomach and drive away the cold, this big brother braves the wind and snow to come and go, and he can't help but get cold, so let's come a little?"

Huang Quan relieved his heart, took the wine cup and thanked him.

Rong Lian took a sip, pinched it in his hand and turned the porcelain cup in his hand, "You can also make wine?"

Zhu'an put down the wine urn and looked calm, "I'm idle and pass the time." ”

"It is clear and slightly bitter, with a sweet aftertaste, fragrant in the mouth, and no taste of medicine, which is deeply satisfying to me. ”

"I still have some savings, buried under the crooked-necked jujube tree behind the tent, if you want, pick two jars and bring them back. ”

Rong Lian lazily held her forehead and laughed when she heard this, "How can you bury this kind of tree under it, is there any trick to making wine?"

"What trick can you have, it's not easy to have one or two trees in this army, how can you still pick and choose?" Weaving Dream came in with a food box and lifted the curtain, and answered his question directly.

Rong Lian smiled brightly, "I see. ”

Zhu'an stood up and took the food box brought by Weaving Dream, and took out the plates one by one and put them on the table.

"I should have been with you well, but the army was miserable, so I could only privately hold the spoon to prepare a drink and food for me, and please don't blame Brother Rong. ”

"Nothing. Outside the tent, the north wind is Xiao Xiao, sitting by the fireside with old friends, two or three thin wines, enough. ”

Weaving Dream looked at Rong Pian with a smile on his face, and he didn't know why, he always felt that he seemed to be a little lighter, and the faint feeling of uneasiness crept into his heart again.

"What are you thinking?" Hearing this, he came back to his senses, Rong Lian looked at her with a smile on his wine glass, and when he met Hucheng, he had this kind of look on his face, a little amazing, a little alienated, so that people couldn't figure out his thoughts.

Weaving Dream suppressed the emotions in his heart, picked up the wine cup on the table and touched it, and said with a smile: "It's nothing, I haven't seen you for a long time, I have mercy." ”

"Well, long time no see. ”

It cannot be denied that he still wants to see her again.

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"How?"

Zhu'an put on his robe and picked the carbon fire in the furnace again, but he still shook his head when he heard the words, "It's still burning." ”

Weaving Dream looked at the man on the bed worriedly with the basin of water, and her uneasiness was confirmed again.

Rong Lian's face was as pale as snow, her brows were tightly locked, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead and neck, as if she had a nightmare, but she never opened her eyes.

Although Weaving Dream had long known that Rong Lian was suffering from a serious disease, his body bones were a little worse, and he would definitely get sick if he was touched by this cold river water in winter, but Weaving Dream did not expect that Rong Lian would be so sick.

That night, he had a high fever that did not go away, and the whole person almost fell into a coma.

Even Huang Quan, who had always looked indifferent, had a rare look of worry on his face.

She fell into the river, but she felt frozen, and after taking Rong Pian's carriage back to the army, she boiled ginger soup for her to ward off the cold, drank a bowl, and took a hot bath, and her body had recovered again.

But Rong Lian fell ill directly, and laughed with them during the day, but just after a while in the evening, he began to get tired and tired, and after a while, he ......

Zhu'an took the silver needle and pricked Rong Lian with two more needles, and his expression was also a little worried.

A few days ago, I received a letter from Rong Lian, saying that he was going to the northwest to see them, and Zhu'an naturally agreed.

In addition to being naturally happy to get together with friends, Zhu'an has been very concerned about his stubborn illness since he was separated from Lake City. As a doctor, if you don't know, how can you not care, and secretly pay attention to a lot of news about the medicine introduction, and even look for it in the military medicine storehouse.

Besides, Zhu An was also going to take time to go to Qingcheng to see Rong Lian, Rong Lian first proposed to come over, just so that he could check his body, but he fell ill as soon as he arrived, and Zhu An became more and more worried, the injuries on his body were not very good, and he still stayed with the bed to take care of him all night.

Seeing this, Weaving Dream was worried, she always felt that there was something wrong with it.

Rong Lian can't run all the way from Qingcheng without anything, he has never liked to go out, but he is famous in the rivers and lakes, besides, he also picks the cold winter, the body is the most afraid of cold, the winter is full of wind and snow, the northwest is even more miserable, it is not easy to go out and travel, how can he suddenly take this trip for no reason.

There must be some reason......

What is it?

She was not good at medicine, so she could only help a little, and after pouring the water, she ran to get the porridge, walked back with the hot porridge, and said hello to a few soldiers she met indiscriminately, and she continued to think about things and move forward, thinking about it, and suddenly remembering the box that fell yesterday.

Box?

Could it be ......

The speculation that popped up in her heart startled her a lot.

In order to verify her conjecture, she quickly ran back with the porridge, put the porridge bowl, found a reason at random, and called out Huang Quan, who was guarding without saying a word.

The two men stood outside the tent and looked at each other wordlessly.

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Although Huang Quan's tone towards Rong Lian's friend was as cold as ever, his attitude was very respectful.

"I wonder what the girl is looking for me?"

Although Weaving Dream also felt that this person was so familiar, however, she really didn't have any impression of this face.

"Huang Quan, that ...... That's it, I'm not going to talk nonsense, what was in that box that Rong Pitian dropped yesterday?"

The fingers under her sleeves were clenched, and she felt a little nervous.

However, Huang Quan just looked at her expressionlessly and didn't speak, a cold face, as if wearing a mask, no sadness or joy, no emotion.

I couldn't decipher a trace of information from his expression at all, and when I saw this, I couldn't help but be a little anxious, "Why don't you answer?"

Thinking about it, Huang Quan just bowed his head and replied respectfully.

"Childe doesn't want to say it, and he can't say it as a subordinate. ”

Don't want to say?

His attitude made Weaving Dream more and more uneasy, although the answer was a little confusing, but it probably confirmed her guess, the box was not unimportant, but Rong Pian refused to say it.

So...... I came to the northwest to find Zhu'an.

"Yes...... Is it a medicine? Is it blood ginseng?"

Because I found blood ginseng, I went so far this way.

Huang Quan's unwavering gaze finally fluctuated slightly, glanced at her, lowered his head again, and did not speak.

However, he did not deny it.

Weaving Dream only felt a chuckle in his heart, and his eyelids jumped, if it was really medicine, then ...... Then she made a big mistake.

Without further questioning, Weaving Dream turned around and ran.

Huang Quan looked at her figure running away in a hurry, his eyes moved, and he turned to look at the tent behind him, as if he saw the person lying on the bed through the thick tent cloth.

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The weather was cold, the dead trees on both sides of the river bank were bleak, the snow was piled up, and the river surface was re-frozen.

Until she saw the pile of stones covered with a layer of snow, she hurriedly dismounted, crunched on the new snow and ran to the river.

Fortunately, the soldiers made this mark yesterday, otherwise this heavy snow cover, I am afraid it will take a long time to find it.

She picked up a stone and threw it into the center of the river, but the ice was still very thin, and it shattered when she smashed it, revealing a hole in the ice, and the water under the ice was dripping and not frozen.

She took a deep breath and slapped the surface of the river, shattering the nearby ice, and jumped down without hesitation.

There was a pop and a splash.

The moment he fell into the water, Weaving Dream only felt that his eyes were a little sour, and the cold and biting river water made people cry.

In this world, there is a lot of suffering, a lot of karma, but people in the world are desperate to survive.

She is one of them.

But there are always a very small number of people who seem to have no desires, are at peace with what they encounter, calm and indifferent, and are well versed in the way of life and death.

In the final analysis, he is a little cold-hearted, he doesn't even care about his life, he doesn't respect ghosts and gods, and he doesn't respect life and death.

Tolerance is one of them.

She didn't know why Rong Lian obviously lost the medicine but didn't say a word, and her expression didn't even wave.

Wouldn't say anything.

That's obviously his life-saving medicine!

Even if it was yesterday's mistake that caused such a result, it was not that he threw the medicine and blamed anyone, but he could only say that he was unlucky, as if he had a fixed number, and he didn't have this opportunity, so Rong Lian calmly let go and didn't pursue it, and never mentioned it.

But how can she be at ease?

If she was to be called, it would be:

Things are man-made, and everything is fate!