The distance from Nanguo to Dajing is not too far, but Nanguo has been getting worse and worse in recent years. Coupled with the royal family leading the way in extravagance, this country, which is neither big nor small, can't even squeeze out other expenses. Even the promised carriage seems to be a model from decades ago, squeaking and shaking.
Xu Nuo was very nervous all the way, fearing that the broken and leaky carriage would fall apart.
There was only one soft cushion in the carriage. Fortunately, Xu Nuo was small and could just curl up and lie on it. However, the carriage was too bumpy, and the wind blew through the gaps in the carriage and hit him at night. After less than ten days of travel, he got a fever again.
Before leaving, the coachman was instructed by the eunuch chief. The old eunuch asked him to take good care of Xu Nuo and not to make any mistakes. However, Xu Nuo was of low status after all, so the eunuch naturally did not take him seriously.
If he knew that the person became sick after being in his care for less than ten days, he would probably be in trouble.
Anyway, the ultimate goal was to get him into the general's mansion, so the coachman simply dropped him off at the door of the general's mansion.
There are people coming and going on the street, and He Ye has always loved the people, so he would probably not leave him alone even for the sake of appearances.
So the dizzy Xu Nuo only felt that he was roughly pulled off the carriage and fell onto the cool bluestone road. In a trance, Xu Nuo only remembered a figure riding a tall horse coming against the light, and then he lost consciousness.
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He Ye started to feel inexplicably palpitating this morning, as if something was about to happen. After thinking about it, he couldn't figure out what could be the important matter that could make him so uneasy.
After leaving Chaoganye, he went straight to the martial arts training ground, practicing boxing with his upper body bare against a wooden stake. Although it was late autumn, he was sweating all over. The sweat beads hung on his honey-colored muscles and sparkled in the sunlight.
For some reason, the training that usually helped him calm down lost its effect today. He Ye sighed, picked up his outer robe and put it on, then jumped on his horse and left the training ground, leaving only a fallen wooden stake behind him.
Not until his back disappeared did the deputy generals around him dare to come closer and speak.
"Why is the General so irritable today? He looks scary... Who provoked him again?"
"Who dares to mess with him!" Zhao Fei blew his beard and glared. "In my opinion, the general hasn't married in all these years, and there's not even anyone around him who understands his feelings... Sooner or later, something bad will happen."
"This guy—how can he live his whole life alone!"
After these words were spoken, the rough men nodded without objection.
He Ye's horse is called Mo Feng. It is very human-like but has a very fierce temper. Only he can tame it. The name Mo Feng was given by He Ye himself. Its body is as black as ink and it runs as fast as the wind. It is simple and clear.
However, Mo Feng, who usually ran all the way, slowed down when he reached the gate of the general's mansion today, and finally changed to a slow pace.
He Ye frowned and was about to give an order when he saw a person lying under the stone lion in front of the general's mansion. He was a gray ball and looked no different from a small pile of garbage if you didn't look closely.
A man in a dark suit got off his horse and walked over to check. The person who fainted on the ground was a young man, who looked about fourteen or fifteen years old.
"Hey! Kid?" He Ye reached out and patted him, but there was no response. He could only help the man turn over.
The boy's hair fell from his face, revealing his delicate and beautiful face. At this moment, He Ye hated himself for not liking to study when he was young. He racked his brains to come up with the word "good-looking" but couldn't think of any other adjective.
The boy's body was terribly hot, but his face was pale. He had a fever and couldn't be delayed.
He Ye easily pulled him into his arms, kicked the door open, and several doormen came to greet him respectfully.
"Get a doctor," He Ye hurriedly carried the person inside, "go find Cui Xing directly."
Even from a distance, I could still hear his loud voice, "Bring in Mo Feng from outside the door."
He Ye carried the person directly to his courtyard. It was not because he had any romantic thoughts in mind, but the general's mansion had been empty for a long time, and the other courtyards had not been cleaned up, so only his place was relatively convenient.
He placed the unconscious Xu Nuo on the couch in the west room, not caring that the young man who had been lying on the ground was covered in dust.
"Afu, go get a basin of hot water."
After a while, a short and fat servant came in with a copper basin of hot water and placed it beside the bed. He Ye quickly took out a handkerchief and dipped it in water to wipe his face.
"Master, let me do it."
Ah Fu's chubby hand was mercilessly slapped away. He Ye didn't even raise his head, but continued to wipe his face. "None of your business. Go to the door to greet Cui Xing. Why hasn't he come yet?"
Ah Fu sighed and left. He Ye continued to wipe his face attentively. Without the dust, his little face looked more dazzling and radiant like a pearl brushed off from the dust. His cheeks were like pastries made of milk, and he looked many times more beautiful than those ladies in Li Min's palace.
"General!" Cui Xing's voice interrupted He Ye's distraction, "What's wrong with you?"
"It's not me." He Ye turned sideways, revealing the young man on the couch. "It's him. He has a fever. Come and take a look."
Cui Xing was previously a famous doctor in the north. He was quite arrogant when he was young and offended many people because of his mouth. Later, when he was framed, He Ye helped him and he became a military doctor.
"This is..." Cui Xing took the pulse with one hand, his face full of disbelief.
"What's wrong? Can't it be cured?"
"...your illegitimate child?"
If he hadn't been thinking about him saving someone, He Ye would have kicked him, "I found it, is he okay?"
"Common cold," Cui Xing casually wrote a prescription, like a ghost drawing a talisman, and handed it to the child who followed him, "Go and boil the medicine."
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