misfortune
Liu Qingbai had a headache. He Lanzhu had come again. This time, he wanted to return the purse and come to thank Miss Ye for sending his mother home.
"Now that Master Helan has paid back the purse, everything should be fine, right?"
"Yes, yes! My mother asked me to bring some medicinal herbs to Miss Ye for nourishment!"
"Come out after delivering the herbs!" How could Liu Qingbai not know what was in this gourd? This fox was full of evil intentions.
"Don't be so harsh on Helan Zhu! He is our savior."
It would have been fine if it was just Helan Zhu, but Feichun also said the same thing to him, which made him so angry that he walked out of the Yin family and stood on the long street looking at the snow, but he didn't dare to say anything.
"Is Master Liu jealous?" Yin Ziyan couldn't help but teasing when she saw him leave.
"I just felt that Helan Zhu didn't seem like a good person when he stole the purse."
He thought what he said was reasonable and well-founded. However, Fei Chunxin was kind and simple, so he naturally didn't know how cunning Helan Zhu was.
Now that Feichun has recovered from a serious illness, how could this unrelated person be so clueless? Doesn't he know that the patient needs rest?
"In Hanxiang County, where are the good people? Good people have been forced to become bad people just to survive."
"Survival? Does that mean you can harm others?"
Zi Yan didn't say anything, just looked at the snow scene together.
After a long silence, he asked again, "Master Liu, what do you think is the difference between the snow here and in Wind City?"
"The snow is heavier here."
"There has never been spring. Only fragrant grass can survive in the freezing cold. Everyone has their own way of living."
Liu Qingbai didn't argue anymore.
The city gate in the distance was opened, and a man and a horse appeared in the wind and snow.
Take a closer look - it’s Bao Fu!
He didn't come back on horseback, but was carried by the horse. Dust flew up behind him, and when he looked closely, he saw the Northern Di people riding tall horses. There was not just one person, but a huge group of them, holding spears and wearing armor.
They roared, they were the overlords of the snowy land, and no one could defeat them.
"Marquis Tongyi is collaborating with the enemy! General Feng has been sacrificed! The north has been lost!"
Bao Fu screamed at the top of his lungs and used up his last bit of strength to fall heavily off the horse.
What passed by were the arrows of the Northern Di people.
He tried his best to survive.
Fortunately, the snow was soft and there was no sound when I fell.
The life of ordinary people is probably like this, silently drowned in the torrent of time, and finally becomes a short sentence in the history book, disappearing in the next line.
The Northern Di cavalry trampled through the towns in the north.
Marquis Tongyi gave Wengcheng to the Northern Di, and no one knew why. Hanxiang County was also included in the gift.
Now that General Feng is gone, the north is like a leaky sieve, with cold winds blowing in from all directions into every corner.
Wengcheng fell, and even the air was filled with the smell of blood.
Those barbarians have no humanity. They eat raw meat and drink blood. They firmly believe that those who are not of their kind must have different hearts. Wherever they go, no grass will grow.
When Feichun finally emerged from the swill bucket, he had been away from Hanxiang County for more than ten days. He should be safe now, out of the Northern Di people's territory.
I managed to leave the war-torn area alive.
Besides the four people from the North Courtyard, Helan Zhu also came out together.
When Helan Zhu hurried back home from Yin's house, the village had already been burned down by the Northern Di people.
No one survived.
The bones were piled together and burned to ashes. It was impossible to tell who was who.
From the seventy-year-old man to the baby in swaddling clothes, all turned to ashes.
He knelt before the blazing fire and grabbed a handful of hot earth. How could the snow, so thick, melt so cleanly and so hot?
Who should he hate?
Those barbarians? Or the Marquis of Tongyi? Or the deaf-mute emperor?
He held the soil of his hometown and buried it in the distant mountains. He could not speak or shed tears, he looked at the grave numbly as if it had nothing to do with him.
The wind blew up the dust on the ground. Looking back, I realized that I was nearly a hundred miles away from my hometown. My whole body was filled with the disgusting smell of slop and blood.
He rubbed his eyes, probably because of the wind and sand.
Feichun held his arm and whispered, "Come back to Fengcheng with us. There's always a way to survive."
He turned around reluctantly and replied with a sob:
"Let's go."
This place has reached Hancheng, the last throat for invading the Central Plains.
If Hancheng is broken, we can go straight into the Central Plains, and chaos is inevitable.
Fortunately, the city was currently relatively peaceful, and most people were able to live and work in peace. However, the events of Wengcheng had caused widespread panic, and refugees flocked in, disrupting the tranquility of Hancheng.
"Let's find an inn to rest first, and then find a doctor for Bao Fu. We also need to wash up." Liu Qingbai couldn't stand the sour smell, but he had no other choice to escape.
Miss Yin used all her strength to send them out of the city, but she herself remained in the city.
Feichun took her hand and asked Miss Yin to go with him, but she declined, saying, "I can't let go of the Tianxian Pavilion's assets."
"My dear sister, one has inheritance only when one is alive."
Yin Ziyan just smiled faintly and said nothing. She arranged for the carriage to leave the city and watched them leave.
"Marquis Tongyi once admired her, so I think it shouldn't be a problem for her to be alive." Liu Qingbai comforted.
"If you want to commit yourself to someone like this, you might as well run away with us."
Feichun didn't understand why such a good person would stay in such a place and not find a new way of life with them. What was there in that industry worth keeping?
"If she leaves, it will be a burden to the people of Hanxiang County and us. The Northern Di people were born in a wild land. They live in poor conditions and are eager for the economic development of the Central Plains. Tianxian Pavilion is such a big signboard, the Northern Di people will spare Miss Yin's life. If she leaves too, I'm afraid the people in the city will be even less useful, and that would be a real massacre. Miss Yin has a sense of justice in her heart, and she is dealing with external invaders and internal troubles." He touched Feichun's earlobe and kissed her forehead lightly.
He understood Ye Feichun's reluctance and sadness at this moment, but they could only move forward. They were not from Hanxiang County, nor were they from Wengcheng. It was time to go home.
Bao Fu survived, but his leg was broken. No one knew what happened outside Hanxiang County, but since returning to the city, he has been running a high fever and unconscious, suffering from nightmares.
In his dream, he mumbled a few words: "Master Lu, run!" "That's a trap!"
Something like that.
The doctor who came was an old man with white hair and youthful face. He took a look at Bao Fu's condition and said only two words: "Chop him off."
"Is there any other way?" Liu Qingbai asked.
"Wait to die."
The innkeeper introduced that this doctor was a miracle doctor in their area, and if he said so, there must be no other way.
Liu Qingbai touched Bao Fu's hair and whispered softly, "I'm sorry."
After he was taken back to the Liu family by Mr. Liu from Yangzhou, Bao Fu had been following him without any complaints or harsh treatment.
Sometimes, he even felt that Bao Fu was more like his brother than Liu San.
"Sir, how do we decide? It's hard to say whether we can save the person if we delay any longer."
"Be a guarantor."
Liu Qingbai finished speaking and left the room. He couldn't bear to watch, let alone watch. As long as he was still alive, Bao Fu would always be there for him. Even if he was crippled, he would still be willing to support him for the rest of his life.
He sat on the steps of the inn, Feichun leaning on his shoulder. His hair was not dry yet, and he leaned like that, soaking the clothes on his shoulders.
"It's so cold, you'll get a headache. Go back inside and dry yourself."
Liu Qingbai turned his head, covered Feichun's head with his cloak, and looked at her face quietly, only to find that she was looking at him with tears in her eyes.
Although she is brave and fearless sometimes, she is ultimately a crying girl.
He was startled and hugged Feichun even tighter. His heart ached and he regretted bringing them north. If they had stayed at the Liu family, everyone would have been safe.
"Just go back." He comforted her.
The head in his arms rubbed his chin.
"It will be fine if I go back...it will be fine..." Liu Qingbai repeated it several times, as if to comfort himself.
He didn't expect that he would encounter so many dangerous things on this journey north. If he had known, he would rather have rotted to death in the North Courtyard.
A few hours later, the old doctor came out of the guest room and said that the patient's life was safe, but he had to be well taken care of for several months, without any shaking, and the medicine had to be changed three times a day.
But they were going back to the Windy City.
Liu Qingbai looked at Bao Fu, who lay pale on the bed. The chubby little boy had become so thin and emaciated that he looked like a skeleton. He looked him over and saw that the bedding had suddenly fallen apart.
He couldn't bear to watch it. He felt resentment in his heart, resentment for his own incompetence and cowardice.
He is not the kind of god who can turn the world around and make ingenious plans as described by storytellers. He is just an ordinary person, so ordinary that he can't solve anything and can only regret and cry.
Liu Qingbai murmured to Bao Fu lying on the bed, "Your name has the character 'Fu' in it, so you must be blessed. Live well, and if you survive a disaster, you will surely have good fortune in the future."
Liu Qingbai had been on guard all day, looking pale. Feichun suggested she take over.
"You're afraid of blood, so let me do it."
"How did you know?" She remembered that she had been hiding it very well.
"I knew it when you first entered the North Courtyard."
The copper basin was soon stained red with blood, a mixture of blood and tears.
Feichun hugged Liu Qingbai from behind. He had lost a lot of weight during the trip, even thinner than when he was in the North Courtyard, despite how well she had taken care of him. She heard Liu Qingbai sobbing softly and consoled him, "Brother Fu will be fine. He must be a blessed man."
She gently wiped away her innocent tears and said, "Let's spend the New Year in Hancheng."
"good."
The New Year in Hancheng is just as lively as in other places, with red lanterns and firecrackers everywhere.
Haitang bought a few sugar figures and asked Feichun with a smile if they looked good.
"It's all beautiful." Feichun seemed to have lost all the strength to give any feedback.
Seeing Haitang's gradually dimming eyes, he could only lower his head and apologize: "I'm sorry."
"It's okay, Bao Fu will definitely be fine."
A few jugglers on the road were breathing fire, attracting onlookers. But Helan Zhu was like a frightened bird, suddenly shouting that he wanted to kill the Beidi people.
"It's just a circus." Liu Qingbai stopped Helan Zhu and soothed him for a long time before he calmed down.
After a few people walked around the market, they felt out of place in the lively atmosphere and returned to the inn.
As soon as I returned to the inn, the waiter came running to tell me the good news:
"That guy is awake."
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