Xiangsheng prosperous

Chapter 53

As soon as Wen Weixing returned to Wen's mansion, he kowtowed to his parents and elder brother to meet him, then hurried back to the house, changed his clothes, cleaned up, and immediately took Chang Yong to Qiu's mansion.

As expected, when the gatekeeper of the Qiu Mansion saw Chang Yong knocking on the door, he wished to add two more bolts to the door, as if he was going to weld the door to death.Wen Weixing was not reconciled, and thought of looking for the hidden piles that he had buried in the Shanchun Hall before, but after looking over, most of them were no longer working in the Shanchun Hall.The rest of the people just shook their heads at him, saying that San Niangzi had found an excuse to unify all the oiled paper wrapped with medicinal materials and spices into a kind of paper with the words "Shanchuntang".

Since then, Wen Weixing has no other way to see Qiu Mo other than guarding at the gate of the Qiu Mansion.

"Sanlang, you're still injured. You've been away for a day, why don't you go back home first, Madam is going to worry..." Chang Yong really couldn't stand it anymore, so he pulled Wen Weixing to comfort him.

Wen Weixing shook his head: "Don't worry about me, I'm fine..."

His right lower abdomen started to ooze blood again, all right?It's all right, what a ghost!Chang Yong stared depressedly at the blood-stained place in front of Wen Weixing, gnashing his teeth and thinking, how could Mrs. Qiu be so cruel?This is simply to break all contact with Saburo.

By the way, there is another place.

"Sanlang, there is another place!" Chang Yong said with a flash of inspiration, "You forgot? Pengyun Xiangpu, we can find He Xin!"

Wen Weixing was overjoyed when he heard the words, he almost forgot that this was his last hope.

"But it's Shen Shi now. If we rush to the West Market at this time, I'm afraid the market will be closed by the time we get there. If we go to He Xin's house to look for him, I'm afraid there will be a curfew on the way. Saburo, why don't we go back home first?" Let's go and find He Xin tomorrow morning." Chang Yong talked about it, and finally persuaded Wen Weixing.After he drove the car over, Wen Weixing reluctantly left the gate of the Qiu Mansion.

The night was low, the moon was bright and the stars were thin, Chang Yong reapplied Wen Weixing's medicine and changed a new bandage, then quietly closed the door for Wen Weixing, and went back to his resting place.

Wen Weixing was indeed exhausted today, and the wound was torn open again. At night, his whole body started to have a low-grade fever.

His body seemed to be slowly roasted by a small fire, his whole body was hot and dry, and his head was dizzy.In a daze, Wen Weixing groped to the side of the pillow, took out the black Chenglu sachet that he had always carried with him, held it in his palm, and slowly fell asleep.

In the dream, Wen Weixing seemed to hear something.He tried hard to identify the source of the voice, but couldn't see clearly.Vaguely, he felt a figure floating into his arms.

"Ah Wei..." came a familiar voice.

"Mo'er—" Wen Weixing desperately wanted to open his eyes, to touch the person he had missed for half a year, to kiss her lips, and to tell her how much he missed her.

It's a pity that everything is illusory, he tried hard to catch something, but in the end it was nothingness.That beautiful figure gradually drifted away in front of my eyes.

"No!"

He yelled out in panic, and opened his eyes suddenly.It was as if the whole body had been poured by heavy rain, and the entire mattress was wet with sweat or tears.

Wen Weixing lay on the bed and stared blankly at the ceiling, the feeling was so familiar now.What he had experienced before, the nightmarish five years ago, the self who was lying in the wounded barracks, thinking about Aye, and then living as hell.

It took him a long time to come back to his senses, and he reached out to wipe away the remaining tears on his face.But my heart was empty, as if something had been taken away.

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In the next few days, Wen Weixing did not look for He Xin.It's not that he doesn't want to, it's just that he has a high fever.He burned for three full days, and fell into a coma for three days. He even had to ask his parents and elder brothers to kneel down to receive the letter of appointment issued by the emperor.

"Under the door:... Sanlang Bingde of the Wen Mansion, extraordinary in martial arts, unparalleled in loyalty and righteousness, specially conferred from the eighth rank Shangyu Lieutenant, Zuo Fu's recorder to join the army, the master will execute..."

After the whole family of Wen's family gave thanks, Father Wen politely sent the eunuch who was sent by the emperor to convey the holy message out of the house, and the two exchanged pleasantries on the way.

"Mr. Wen is polite. Your Majesty has praised your son very much. Wanwang Saburo will recover from his injuries and return to work as soon as possible. He will have a bright future in the future."

"Where is it, Wei Zhongguan praised it absurdly."

"Then I will take my leave first, Duke Wen stays behind..."

After watching the eunuch who issued the decree leave, Father Wen turned and walked back to the mansion.The housekeeper came to inform Wen Weixing that he was awake, and he hurried to his youngest son's room.

As soon as he stepped into the house, Father Wen saw Wen Weixing half lying and half sitting on the bed in a daze, staring straight at the ceiling.

Seeing this, he couldn't help asking with concern: "Bingde, how do you feel now?"

Only then did Wen Weixing come back to his senses, he turned his head to look at his father, with a pale and haggard face forced a smile and said: "Aye, I'm fine, don't worry."

Father Wen reached out and touched his forehead, and he was relieved to see that his fever really subsided and his energy was better than before.

He then said: "Today, someone from the palace has been sent to give you an official rank and duties. You should take good care of your wounds, and don't act recklessly anymore..."

"I see."

Listening to his father's words, Wen Weixing lowered his head slightly, hiding the emotion deep in his eyes.

Father Wen looked at him like this, he didn't look like he was letting go.He sighed immediately, and stopped persuading him on this topic.One day, he will understand for himself.

"Your Majesty is merciful. Knowing that you were injured on the battlefield, he specially called the imperial physician to treat you regularly. You are not allowed to go anywhere these days, just lie down in your room. Except for seeing the imperial physician and your family, other people will refuse. Alright."

"Aye! I..." Wen Wei was in a hurry.

Father Wen interrupted him, frowned and reprimanded: "Are you going to disobey me?"

"Don't dare..."

Seeing his son finally relented, Father Wen also heaved a sigh of relief: "Rest." After speaking, he left the room with his hands behind his back.

After the door was gently closed, Wen Weixing picked up the black sachet that he had been holding in his palm.He put it in front of his nose, carefully feeling the faint fragrance that was left on it.This spice was poured by Qiu Mo himself for him half a year ago. It is his favorite, and it can calm him down.But this fragrance has become weaker and weaker. He doesn't know if he has a chance to let it permeate around him again.

He murmured in a low voice: "Mo'er, can I see you again?"

(End of this chapter)