Got a fever?
Everyone busy in the yard was shocked.
Xu Mo, the Hanlin editor who had finished the process and was ready to take office at any time, stood up.
Fang Heng, the young general who was bored to the point of going crazy and started playing eight-on-one, dropped his stick.
Wen Zhiyun, who had just returned from the Wu family and was practicing his medical skills in a melancholy manner, looked up in confusion.
"Where did you hear the news?" As expected of the eldest brother, the eldest brother accurately grasped the key points.
Zheng Ruqian didn't hesitate, "We are friends from all walks of life. We have noses and eyes. At least half of them went to the hospital and were diagnosed with fever."
Fang Heng clenched his fists, "Could it be that the eldest prince did it secretly?"
Wen Zhiyun, who was originally unhappy, pursed his lips and said sadly, "It must be because Xiaowu failed to take care of himself because of my absence."
Seeing everyone looking gloomy and gloomy, they sighed.
Xu Mo spoke up in time, "Don't be anxious yet, listen to what Jiang Sheng has to say."
It was also at this time that the brothers remembered that they had gathered together just to wait for the return of their sister who had entered the imperial city.
No matter the three teachings or nine streams, no matter the gossip, it is not as good as seeing it with your own eyes.
Fortunately, not long after, there was a knock on the wooden door.
Jiang Sheng, who had taken off his Zhuchai attire and washed off the lead pink grease, returned easily, with his two little arms behind his back and his big round eyes gleaming.
It is not as noble and gorgeous as the morning, but it has a unique nature and closeness.
"You're back." Wen Zhiyun rarely grabbed the words and couldn't wait to ask, "How is Xiao Wu? Is he sick? Does he have a fever?"
Jiang Sheng was a little confused.
Whenever he was sick or had a fever, Fifth Brother was jumping around. He could not only climb through the window, but also enter the daughter-in-law's room.
"It's nothing." She waved her hands carelessly, "He's fine."
Then he conveyed everything that Zhang Yan had told him.
When the fermentation of the imperial examination was mentioned and the conspiracy of the Fang family was mentioned, everyone's expressions became solemn.
"What Fifth Brother means is that you can contact him by transporting lychees." Jiang Sheng whispered, "The rest of the time, try to hide his existence. If someone is suspected, you can't admit it if you kill him."
This means that Chang Yan has placed personnel in Guanglu Temple.
But lychees can only be delivered from May to August, and the rest of the time they can only be seen across the river.
This is not good, very bad.
Xu Mo couldn't ask to see the fifth prince, Jiang Sheng couldn't enter the imperial city many times, Fang Heng couldn't stay in Fengjing for a long time, and Zheng Ruqian's status was even more out of reach.
"Me, me." Wen Zhiyun suddenly raised his hand, "If the master was arranged for me by Xiao Wu, can he take me to see Xiao Wu?"
The Wu family has been the imperial doctor for generations. Although Mr. Wu is currently enjoying his old age, the head of the Wu family and young master Wu are actually living in the imperial hospital. As Mr. Wu's disciple, Wen Zhiyun is always qualified to enter.
It sounds very reasonable, but how could one think of a long banquet.
He kept silent, obviously not wanting his brother to take risks for him.
But looking at Wen Zhiyun's wet eyes, none of the brothers could say no.
"You should learn from Mr. Wu first and wait until the lychee season is over." Xu Mo said carefully.
Wen Zhiyun was reluctant in every possible way, but he also knew that his medical skills were limited and he still needed to work hard to improve, so he could only lower his head in depression.
The people in this small courtyard may not be so outstanding and dazzling, but they work together to face all difficulties.
Fang Heng smiled slightly and reluctantly picked up the small wooden stick, knowing that it was time to leave.
"Third brother, I'll help you beg your father to take you with him." Jiang Sheng also thought of this and forced a smile.
"No, no need." Fang Heng shook his head, "I want to face the general myself."
The love between brother and sister and the love between father and daughter are certainly compatible, but the honor gained by one's own ability is more powerful.
The young man stood up straight, nodded to his brothers and sisters, then got up and headed to Jiang's house.
Not long after, he came back with his lips pursed and said, "I'll leave tomorrow."
tomorrow.
Such a rush of time, such a short night.
The eight pieces of ginger that were usually chasing and fighting all fell silent, sitting around the stone table and choking.
Jiang Yi tried to use the power of Big Brother, "Don't be sad, you can take family leave again in three years, and we will be reunited."
It's okay not to say it, but Jiang Ba burst into tears when he mentioned it, "Three years, how long have we only met the third brother and the fourth brother, and we have to separate again."
"The next time we meet will be three years later." Jiang Qi tugged at the corners of his lips, "How many three years are there in total in life?"
But there is no way.
From the moment some of them stayed and some chose the battlefield, they were destined to be separated.
"I don't know if the person who comes back next time will be a human being or a corpse." Jiang Er said quietly, "Just treat it as if we meet each other once and then once again. Let's all be happy."
Who is sad to the point of sobbing, but still wants to leave a smile on his brothers and sisters' faces, and smiles in embarrassment.
Who was really amused and shook his head with tears.
Sadness and sorrow, pain and joy, young people hugged each other and released their emotions.
"That's great." Fang Heng, who was equally quiet, sighed with emotion.
His brothers were also standing beside him. His sister was often distracted, and he knew they couldn't bear to leave her.
But if you can’t let it go, you have to let it go.
Not only for Xiao Wu who was trapped in the imperial city, but also for the wishes of his eldest brother Haiyan Heqing, and even more for the countless people on the border who were massacred.
There are always people who have to go out to kill the enemy, there are always people who have to leave their homes, and there are always people who have to say goodbye to their relatives and friends.
Whenever there is one passionate young man among tens of millions of children, the country will have hope and the people will have a future.
"May the world be peaceful and the seas and rivers clear." Xu Mo muttered softly.
Some of them had red eyes, some of them chuckled helplessly, and some of them felt stuffy in their hearts.
In the end, thousands of words turned into one sentence, "Go to bed early, you have to see me off tomorrow."
At night, under the starry sky, everything is quiet.
While everyone was sleeping, a chubby figure got up and tiptoed to prepare food, bacon and sausages, clothes and shoe insoles, and neatly wrapped them into two portions.
the next day.
Jiang Sheng was the last one to get up. Zheng Ruqian almost smashed the door. The little girl got up rubbing the big dark circles under her eyes. "Ah, the third brother is leaving so soon?"
"Hurry up, we're all out." Xu Mo urged at the door.
Zhang Xianglian hurried over with Master Kong, and tears fell from her eyes before she could say anything. "Why are you so anxious? Why didn't you tell me yesterday? You haven't packed your things yet. Bring more."
"Don't worry, Auntie, the light horse can go fast." Fang Heng carried a package the size of his fist, opened the car curtain, and was stunned on the spot.
He and General Jiang agreed to meet at the city gate. The carriage was for brothers and sisters, but it was a little too full here.
By a rough count, at least thirty packages.
You don't need to guess to know that it was prepared by my sister.
However, they all rode alone during this trip, and there was no carriage capable of carrying packages.
Feeling sorry for his sister who had worked so hard to clean up, Fang Heng did not point it out. He just sighed and asked everyone to get in the car and rushed to the city gate as quickly as possible.
There, there was a guard of honor for the general leaving the capital.
There, there was a farewell procession from aristocratic families.
There, there is little Jiang Sheng who is about to get his father, but wants to separate quickly.
