Chapter 38: Once the sea, Wushan at that time 1

The oil in the lamp is about to run out. The young man in front of the case is still writing on the desk. The dim light and the copying for a long time. His eyes are sore and swollen. If he can't write a few words, he has to stop and rub it. But he doesn't dare to delay for too long. The lamp oil is expensive, but it can't be wasted.

On the white paper, the small words are copied neatly and piled up on the broken wooden table. When the cool wind blows gently, it is about to fly.

He has been doing such work day and night for several months, just to collect enough money to grab a pair of medicine for the seriously ill old mother in bed. There is only one doctor in a hundred miles. He is usually arrogant. The more you are sick you are, the more he takes the opportunity to raise the price of a prescription. For this reason, few people in the village don't hate him, but they inevitably threaten to beg him.

Shu Yu lost his father in his early years. Only his mother was dependent on him, and he had no relatives. Although he could read and read, he had no choice but to participate in the township examination. So far, he is not even a scholar, and he can only copy books for people for money.

Her mother had fallen asleep inside. She was tortured by illness during the day and could only sleep for a short time after she was exhausted, so Shu Yu always did things lightly for fear of disturbing her mother.

Just as he stretched out and was about to put his pen on it, a mouse ran onto the wooden table and knocked over the lampstand with a bang.

There was little left in the lamp oil, but even he was scared by the sound. I don't know if his mother would wake up. Shu Yu carefully looked back at the curtain separating the inside and outside, and confirmed that his mother did not wake up before he breathed a sigh of relief. He got up and went to the ground to grouch for the lampstand.

Even the moon fell in the middle of the night. There was no light in the dark room. He touched the ground for a long time and did not find the lampstand. He was surprised that he clearly heard him fall to the ground, and the room suddenly lit up. Shu Yu was stunned and looked up. The oil lamp was suddenly placed on the wooden table, and his hands were close to the small flames to prevent it from being extinguished.

"Wow!" Shu Yu was so scared that he sat back and shouted loudly.

Standing beside the wooden table stood a simple girl with a bun. She seemed to be scared by his cry and withdrew her hand and stood there at a loss.

Although he knew that timidity was not a man, Shu Yu was so scared that he stammered: "You, you, you, how did you get in? Who are you?"

The girl waved her hand in a hurry: "You, don't be afraid. I didn't mean to scare you! I just saw that you were looking for it, so I wanted to help you, but I didn't want to scare you.

The old mother in the inner room was finally woken up and said weakly, "Yu'er, it's too late. Go to bed early."

Shu Yu quickly got up and rushed into the room and said, "I'm going to bed now, I'm going to sleep now." In the meantime, he didn't forget to look at the girl who came out of nowhere with vigilance.

"Huh? The old man in the room seems to have a disease of qi deficiency, but he has been sick for a long time? What the girl cares about is not his vigilance. As she stretches her neck to look into the inner room, she said.

"Weiqi deficiency?" Although she didn't study medicine, she still understood the meaning of the word Qixu. Shu Yu looked at her with more doubt.

The girl nodded: "The deficiency of qi is mostly caused by congenital deficiency, or excessive loss of acquired recuperation. When you are old, it is easy to feel dizzy and short of breath, and you are not in good spirits, and you can't do heavy work. Depending on your family situation, Lingtang should be overworked in his early years and not paying attention to keeping warm in the cold. It's mostly for you, right?

The words hit Shu Yu's heart like a heavy hammer, as if a large ball of cotton was blocked in his throat but he couldn't speak.

"How long have you been sick?" The girl asked again.

"...It's been more than two months and almost three months."

"It's okay. It's not long. You can recover from it in time," the girl smiled calmly. "Go to bed early and go up the mountain with me tomorrow morning to find medicine. Don't stay up late to copy books." With that, he walked to the door.

Shu Yu hurriedly stopped her: "You haven't told me who you are yet!"

The girl turned around and smiled, "I've been dead for so many years that I don't remember who I am." With that, he walked to the wooden door and disappeared.

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The prince fell ill inexplicably. There was no sign or no reason. He was worried about the factions in the court. He quickly fainted the East Palace. The imperial doctor changed one batch after another, but he couldn't find the crux of the problem and watched him weaken day by day.

Han Ruxu visited Song Jing in front of his sick bed. His complexion was not as good as before. He was indeed very sick, but he was still fighting and laughing. Maybe he didn't want others to be underestimated and took advantage of a loophole to bring him down. For the last time about the woman in red, he has always felt that he was ashamed of Song Jing. It was one thing for him to protect himself. After all, Song Jing was also kind to him, but he did not stand on his side at the critical time, which made Han Ruxu very sorry.

In order to reduce the sense of guilt, Han Ruxu tried to help him, but he didn't know what to do. He thought about it and swayed to Yuezhai.

"Lord Han has become more and more funny recently. I'm a businessman, not a doctor. The prince is suffering from a disease. He neither wants to help nor can help. Lord Han should invite another smart man." After listening to his words, Wei Tanyi replied with a sneer.

Han Ruqi frowned: "Didn't you have a close relationship with the prince in the past? Why didn't you help him at this time?"

Wei Tanyi shook the teacup leisurely: "Since Lord Han also said it was the past, there is no need to ask again. There is nothing strange about the way they don't work together.

Looking at his expression that he didn't want to talk again, Han Ruqi really wanted to scratch his scalp: "Can I beg you? The prince is kind to me. I can't watch him sink in bed anyway.

"The prince is in bed?" The voice of quenching suddenly sounded behind him, full of surprise.

Han Ruxu looked at her strangely, as if he didn't understand why she was so surprised. As soon as she came back from the outside, she looked restless. Hearing him say that the prince was seriously ill, it seemed that he was not only surprised, but also a little... worried?

"I remember that Lord Han was a meritorious and talented official who worshipped the imperial bodyguard at the beginning. Since then, he has been working in Dali Temple, which shows that I can understand that your kindness to you. When will the prince be kind to you?" Wei Tanyi asked coldly.

That's right, but you can be promoted to the third grade, higher than the Mingbujing. Isn't this the result of Song Jing's whiteboard praise? Han Ruxu thought so, but he couldn't say so, because Song Jing's purpose of promoting him was not pure. On the one Hand, he blocked his mouth, and on the other was to draw him to work for himself. In short, there was nothing for him, Han Ruxu himself.

Wei Tanyi drank all the tea in the cup, stood up and walked to Duobaoge. He took out something from a jar and threw it over: "Well, Lord Han put it away by himself. He can't leave. He hasn't been in a hurry after losing it for so long." Han Ruxu took it over and saw that it was his own amulet.

"So it's in your hands! I thought it would be gone after that. Han Ruxu was surprised and happy. There are some blood stains on the wooden charm that can't be washed off. I bought a red thread and knitted it again, and I can put it on immediately.

"A new spell is attached to it, which can not only dispel ghosts and disperse ghosts, but also purify nightmares, which is better than your original one." When he spoke, Wei Tanyi's tone was invincible, as if he was afraid of hearing him complain. After saying that, he added, "That red line was painstakingly made up by quenching." Why don't you say thank you as soon as possible?

Han Ruxu hung the wooden charm back around his neck happily and turned his head to Jing Si and said, "Thank you very much!"

"Ah?" Si Si seemed to be distracted and reacted violently to his gratitude, which in turn shocked Han Ruxu.

Wei Tanyi returned to his chair and sat down: "If you feel uncomfortable, go to rest. Don't run out if you have nothing to do." Si Si lowered his head and quickly walked into the backyard.

"What's wrong with her?" It has been strange since that night.

"Who knows." The only person who may know the answer is ambiguous.

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Original poem: "Li Si", once the sea was difficult to be water, but Wushan was not a cloud.