Yue Ji

Chapter 291

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"No need." Wei Luo said wearily, "She is like an ordinary woman and dare not hold a sword. Please cut it off for me. First burn the sword red with fire, cut off the carrion one by one, and then put it in boiling water Add a little salt, sprinkle the water on my wound as soon as it is cold, and then apply the medicine."

She spoke in an orderly manner, and Wu also became serious.He nodded one by one.

In this era, there is no insurmountable defense between men and women.For a while, Wei Luo's medicines were changed, although the middle-aged woman served them.Now Wei Luo ordered Wu to use the sword for her, but Wu did not object.

Wu untied Wei Luo's clothes, and when he looked at her smooth and jade-clean back, he couldn't help but stare.

In a blink of an eye, Wu's eyes caught sight of the red, swollen and rotten place, and he froze immediately.

According to Wei Luo's instructions, Wu set his saber on fire with a brazier.

After a while, the saber was burning red, Wu waited for it to cool down, and moved the sword like flying, cutting away the carrion bit by bit.

It was obviously an ordinary movement, but Wu's lips were tightly pursed, and his forehead was dripping with cold sweat. He wanted to look at Wei Luo several times to see how painful she was.Thinking that I couldn't be distracted, I endured it again.

After a while, all the carrion had been cut away, Wu sprinkled salt water on the wound, and then wrapped the wound with herbs for her.

His gaze turned to his side.The wound there was not deep, and after a few times of herbal medicine, it has obviously healed.After a little hesitation, Wu replaced the wound on his side with herbal medicine.

When Wei Luo's wound was fully bandaged, Wu was already dripping with sweat.

He didn't wipe off his sweat until here, and looked down at Wei Luo seriously.

Wei Luo's face was as pale as paper, and her forehead was dripping with cold sweat, but her expression was somewhat numb. She turned her head sideways and stared blankly ahead.

Wu looked at it, felt a pain in his heart, and couldn't help kneeling in front of her.

Sensing his movement, Wei Luo turned his eyes and asked in a low voice in surprise, "Why?"

When Wu met Wei Luo's eyes, he suddenly felt ashamed.He lowered his head, stood up slowly, and replied slowly: "Nothing, nothing."

Wei Luo was noncommittal, she closed her eyes again.

Fifteen days later, the wound on Wei Luo's back finally had all the rotting flesh gone, and new flesh gradually grew.At the same time, her lungs seemed to have healed, and now she didn't have the illusion of wanting to burst her heart and coughing every now and then.

For Wei Luo, she can finally no longer lie on the bed motionless all day long, she can turn slightly on one side, on the bed, and move her body very carefully.

It's just, I don't know when I can go out and see the sunshine outside?Through the small door of the hut, Wei Luo stared blankly at the dazzling white sun outside.

Fortunately, although this hut is small and short, it is extremely ventilated and cool.

There was a sound of footsteps.

The footsteps were slow and gentle.

Wu is here.

He walked up to Wei Luo, holding a bowl of ginseng soup, and after putting the soup on a stone table, he turned his head and stared at Wei Luo obsessively.

Looking at it, he slowly knelt down on the bed, and said in a low, extremely gentle voice: "Shu Ya, I'm drinking ginseng soup."

Wu Ji didn't like calling Wei Luo his wife according to the custom of the time.

Wei Luo replied in a low voice: "Drink every day, too much."

When she said that, Wu couldn't help laughing.When he smiled, he looked at Wei Luo and smiled intently. His expression was extremely gentle, as if he could hear her dissatisfaction and complaints and feel supreme happiness.

He chuckled lightly: "Ginseng can replenish vitality and help you."

"kindness."

Wei Luo no longer argues.

Wu brought the bowl of ginseng soup to her lips, and focused on feeding it into her mouth bit by bit.His movements were very slow and gentle.After each mouthful, he also took out a small Jinpa to help her wipe the wine spilled from the corner of her mouth.

Wu looked at Wei Luo with incomparable satisfaction and concentration, as if he was doing something extremely sacred.

After Wei Luo drank a bowl of ginseng soup, Wu put the pottery bowl away.Then, he sat on the bed beside the bed, cleaning his saber.While wiping, he still hummed a song of grief.

Amidst his singing, Wei Luo fell asleep again.

She really lost too much blood, even though half a month had passed, she still could only wake up for half an hour each time, and then had to take a little sleep.

Every time she wakes up, she either meets Shang Wu's gaze staring at her quietly, or hears him singing in Chu Yin.In that song, there is the purest happiness.Even in his eyes looking at her, there was the purest kind of infatuation that hardly contained lust.

A month and a half passed in a blink of an eye, until now, Wei Luo could finally sit on the bed, and with the support of the middle-aged woman, he could walk a few steps slowly.

Although her face was still pale and she had lost a lot of weight, she was wearing a dark dress, as if the wind would blow her and her clothes away.

Every evening, Wei Luo would ask the middle-aged woman to support her, come to the grass behind the hut, sit there quietly, watching the sunset, the sunset glow, and the end of the sky.

The place of refuge is at the intersection of Chu State and Zhongshan State, and it is an extremely remote place.To the east of it is a vast primitive mountain forest, and to the west is a big river.

The refuge itself has high mountains and dense forests, the sky is high and the sun is small, and there are only a dozen or so families located in the stretching peaks one after another.There is a distance of two miles between one family and another.

Moreover, apart from Wu and the middle-aged woman, I occasionally saw a villager whose accent Wei Luo could not understand at all, and these people were also illiterate.

Wei Luo knows that the place he is now can be said to be a spring and autumn village where chickens and dogs don't know each other, and five miles have different pronunciations.Except for Wu, the people here probably won't be able to get out of this mountain in their lifetime.

This is also good, tranquility, her heart needs tranquility most.

It's just that most of the time, Wei Luo would caress his lower abdomen, mourning for the lost child.

"How's the investigation going?"

Jing Ling closed his eyes and asked in a hoarse voice.

A swordsman stepped forward to him, and said hesitantly: "Your Majesty, Mr. Wen went to Yue, but it took only ten days, and he should have never reached Yue."

When Jing Ling heard the words, his thin lips moved, and he said in a low voice, "It's only ten days? How does it seem like years?"

His voice was low, very low.That sigh, melted into the wind, fluttered gently with the curtain in front of the bed.

After he vomited blood and fainted that day, he never vomited blood again.Moreover, he ate every meal as usual, and at night, he also closed his eyes.But for some reason, he is mentally exhausted day by day and loses weight day by day. Every time he opens his eyes, he likes to be in a daze.Dealing with state affairs is also forcibly supported. Sometimes when talking, he will stay silent and look sad.

The swordsman lowered his head, his voice was a little hoarse, "Your Majesty is dismal all day long, getting thinner every day. I ask you to rest a little bit!" He knew that Your Majesty closed his eyes every night, but he didn't fall asleep at all. Just sat there until dawn.

Jing Ling closed his eyes and ignored it.

The swordsman took a step forward, knelt down on the ground, crossed his hands and said to him, "Your Majesty, the elders of the Jin Kingdom, the success of a thousand years of supremacy, all belong to you alone. How can you, Your Majesty, be so sad day and night for Madam?"

Jingling still didn't answer.

A sound of footsteps came from outside the door.After a while, a servant girl called softly: "Your Majesty, please see me, Lord Qing."

"can."

Jingling's voice was low and weak.

The bedroom door was pushed open, and Qing Jun walked in.

He glanced at the swordsman, and seeing him shaking his head in frustration, Qing Jun couldn't help but secretly sighed.

Holding a book of bamboo slips, he crossed his hands towards Jingling and said, "Your Majesty, the city wall of Yue City has been built. The Lord Zhao is afraid of encountering a strong enemy again, so he added five bricks to the city wall."

Having said this, Lord Qing glanced at Jingling, and said, "The Lord of Han City..."

As soon as he said this, Jingling's voice came hoarse and feeble, "It's just my father."

Qing Jun lowered his head, he bowed deeply towards Jingling, and said in a trembling voice: "I heard that the Marquis sleeps every night, loses his mind every day, and discusses matters with his ministers. He is either tired or confused. Your Majesty, Your Majesty, you even Don't you want your family and country?"

Amidst Qing Jun's hoarse, choked up accusation, Jing Ling closed his eyes.

After a long time, he said in a hoarse voice: "When I close my eyes, I see my son, and when I open my eyes, I also see my son. I fear my life will not be long."

He actually said such a thing!

Qing Jun felt great pain in his heart, and he called out urgently, "Your Majesty!" As soon as the voice came out, he fell to his knees involuntarily, crying bitterly on the ground.

Not only him, but all the servants and swordsmen in the dormitory also fell on the ground, choking with sobs.

Jingling didn't seem to hear the cries of the crowd.

He still closed his eyes, and after a long, long time, he said in a low voice: "The family and the country are still there, and the old father is still here!"

This sentence contains a determination and a bitterness.He seemed to be telling himself to cheer up, to cheer up for his family and country, and for his father.

Hearing this, Qing Jun raised his tear-stained face, looked at Jingling, looked at his haggard handsome face with a trance, opened his mouth weakly, wanted to say something, but couldn't.

He alone has heard Jing Ling's self-encouraging words three times.However, Junhou still lives in a trance every day!

Thinking of this, Qing Jun felt really depressed.He fell on the ground and burst into tears, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Madam, if she knows that Your Majesty is so hurtful, her heart will surely ache!"

Sure enough, as soon as he mentioned Wei Luo, Jing Ling became more energetic.

He moved, turning his head to look out the screen window.

After a long while, Jing Ling's voice came in a low voice, "Son, she, she, she hates me..."

He closed his eyes, a tear came from the corner of his eye, and he murmured: "She hates me, hates me."

Qing Jun felt powerless.

Suddenly, he thought of something.With a deep bow towards Jingling, Qing Jun said in a loud voice: "Your Majesty, one of the sons of the Mo family, Yin Yun is coming to Xintian!"

what?
After Jing Ling lost his mind for a while, he suddenly understood the meaning of his words, and he quickly turned his head to look at Qing Jun.

Staring at Qing Jun, Jing Ling asked, "When will we arrive?"

"It will be here in ten days!"

"good!"

Jingling's voice finally gained a bit of energy, "Send an envoy to welcome the distinguished guests in the suburbs, and say that I am lonely and eager to see you."

Qing Jun was startled for a moment: Yin Yun is a mere Mohist, his status doesn't seem to allow him to use the courtesy of the suburbs, this, this is not suitable for etiquette.If people in the world find out, they will make fun of the Junhou for treating a husband with the courtesy of the suburbs for the sake of a wife.

Thinking of this, Qing Jun opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't object: Jun Hou is really a British lord who is hard to come by in a hundred years. As long as he can get through this test safely, he can gain the glory of the past, and there is no need for mere etiquette. care about.

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Finally, I wrote another chapter in my busy schedule. As mentioned above, if the third update is not delivered before 09:30 p.m., I will not write it.

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