"Yan..." Gu Qi shook her body, turned around and ran to the short thatched house next to her, but her legs and feet didn't obey her, "Plop!"
The whole person fell down!
His body was covered with sand and dust, his eyes were red, and he shouted in despair: "Yan-Chu-Rong!"
Yuan Zhe stepped forward quickly, pulled Gu Qi up, and let her, covered in dirt, cling to him.
"Help -" She was trembling all over, her voice was hoarse, and her throat was sore from tearing: "Yan Churong!"
Yan Churong heard the roar and rushed out of the door!
The county magistrate and the old village chief looked shocked and ran out.
The two girls ran to the mourning hall and couldn't help but scream when they saw the tragic scene.
Hear a child crying!
"Child, child!" the old village chief stamped his feet anxiously!
The girls hurriedly ran back.
When Yuan Zhe hugged Gu Qi and walked quickly back to the mourning hall, Yan Churong happened to put down his hand to take the pulse.
The county magistrate asked from the side: "How...how is it?"
Yan Churong looked up at Yuan Zhe and Gu Qi and shook his head.
"Oh, this, this, this..." The county magistrate clapped his hands in worry: "Why can't you think about it so hard!"
The old village chief sighed helplessly, hunched over, and went out to find the women in the village to help him dress and bury him.
Gu Qi looked at the scarlet color on the coffin, and her eyes suddenly turned black, her whole body convulsed, and her stomach was churning.
"Ugh—" All the medicine he just drank was vomited on Yuan Zhe's body. His whole body was cold and he was twitching non-stop.
"Doctor Yan!"
Yan Churong was raising his hand to wipe the blood from Zhou Suping's forehead. Hearing Yuan Zhe's call, he turned his head and rushed over to hug Gu Qi!
"Your Highness, find some hot water!" After saying that, he carried Gu Qi into the small room next to him.
The child who had been comforted by Gu Qi was so frightened that he started crying again when he saw Gu Qi's limbs twitching coldly!
Yan Churong didn't have much to worry about, so he had to let the girl carry the child to the mourning hall first. He took off his outer shirt, covered Gu Qi's body, held Gu Qi's cold hand, breathed the heat, and quickly rubbed it: "Xiao Qi, Xiao Qi, wake up!"
Gu Qi was lying on the Tukang, her whole body was cold, but her forehead was burning hot, her face was pale, and her lips were blue.
"Don't scare me..." Yan Churong looked anxious, taking off his clothes, leaving only the thin lining, covering Gu Qi's body, and kept rubbing Gu Qi's palms and arms.
"Hot water!"
Even Yuan Zhe, who was used to fighting on the battlefield and seeing life and death, was frightened by this scene and turned blue. He immediately put aside the honorable dignity brought by his status as a prince and ran in with a basin of hot water.
"Wipe her palms with a hot handkerchief."
After Yuan Zhe took Gu Qi's hand, Yan Churong hurriedly got up and went to find the medicine box.
The bottles and cans in the medicine box made a "buzzing" sound, so I took out the acupuncture kit and quickly returned to the kang.
The hand holding the needle was shaking slightly. Yan Churong raised the back of his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead. He took a deep breath to calm his panic. He touched the acupuncture point with one hand and inserted the needle with the other hand. He started quickly. , steady, accurate, raised his eyes to look at Gu Qi, his body stopped twitching, and his bluish lips gradually returned to red.
"Huh." Yan Churong collapsed completely, but still had lingering fear, staring at Gu Qi closely. Until Gu Qi's breathing returned to calmness and he felt relieved, his eyes moved to Yuan Zhe beside the kang. He saw Yuan Zhe squatting beside the kang, his left hand holding Gu Qi's cold hand, and his right hand holding a hot handkerchief and gently wiping Gu Qi's hand. Sweat broke out on his forehead.
Even with his face turned sideways, he could not hide the worry and distress in his eyes.
This young prince is indeed interested...
"Your Highness," Yan Churong stood up and pulled their hands apart: "Your clothes are dirty, why not go back to the inn and change. There are county officials and civilians here to take care of you. You will be fine."
Yuan Zhe looked at Gu Qi and saw that she was no longer strange. His frown slightly relaxed and he returned to his stern appearance: "Yes."
Yan Churong stood at the door of the room and saw Yuan Zhe going straight to the mourning hall, giving detailed instructions to the county magistrate, and then stepped out of the hospital. Looking towards the mourning hall again, several women and men were noisily placing Zhou Suping's body into the coffin carefully. The child was hugged, looking at the coffin in confusion, pointing at Zhou Suping's body and shouting "Mother".
The dark sky gradually turned into azure, and the sound of the clock sounded, Yin hour. The number of people in the small yard gradually increased. A few men chopped firewood, heated up the fire, set up two large pots, poured a ladle of water into them, and the woman used a rice broom to scrub the pots.
By the time I was busy, the sky was getting darker and darker.
A slightly plump woman wiped her hands on her apron after washing the pot and looked up at the sky: "Hey, it's going to rain!"
"If it rains, how can we hold a funeral?" The tall and thin woman next to her came up and added.
Then the two of them muttered and gesticulated, and could no longer hear what was said.
"well."
Hearing the person on the bed sigh, Yan Churong turned around and leaned forward: "Are you awake?"
Gu Qi took off the scarf on his forehead, his eyes were red and swollen, and he said in a hoarse voice: "What time is it?"
"Mao Shi," Yan Churong reached out and touched his forehead. The fever had not gone away: "Why don't you just rest here and don't go to the funeral."
"How can it be done?" Gu Qi stood up anxiously, her voice became higher and hoarse. He swallowed hard and said at the top of his lungs: "Water."
Yan Churong hurriedly poured a bowl of warm water over. Gu Qi took it but didn't dare to swallow it. Every time I swallowed, it was like a thin razor blade cutting my throat.
After finally moistening his throat, he got up and went out.
"You still have a fever..."
"It's okay." Gu Qi frowned and went straight to the mourning hall.
Yuan Zhe had changed into a dark gown from the inn early, wearing pure black from head to toe. He was now standing in the mourning hall, discussing the funeral with everyone.
Seeing Gu Qi coming over, he hurriedly stepped forward and raised his hand to cover Gu Qi's forehead: "You still have a fever, why are you out?"
"I..." My throat was red and swollen, and it hurt like hell to say another word!
Gu Qi waved her hand and struggled to say: "I'm fine."
"With this king here, nothing will go wrong."
Gu Qi shook her head, looking impatient. Just as she was about to speak, she was embraced by Yuan Zhe.
"That's all. Just follow me. No need to say anything. If you feel uncomfortable, just come back."
Gu Qi was stunned for a moment and nodded.
"That, Your Highness?"
Yuan Zhe let go of his hand and looked down at the hunched-over county magistrate next to him: "Yes."
"Looking at the weather, I'm afraid it's going to rain heavily. I think it's better to have an early funeral so that the couple can rest in peace."
Yuan Zhe looked at the weather outside and felt a little more groggy than before.
"good."
After receiving permission, the county magistrate waved to the old village chief.
"Snapped!"
The earthenware basin fell to the ground and broke into pieces, and the sound of blowing and beating could be heard.
The old village chief thrust the memorial tablet into the little boy's hand: "My child, hold the memorial tablet of your parents."
The child looked at the village chief in confusion, nodded, held the spiritual tablet in his two little hands, and walked out of the yard under the leadership of the village chief.
"Come on, one! Two! Three! Get up!" Six men lifted the heavy coffin and followed the boy. Women followed the coffin on both sides, scattering paper money as they walked, and occasionally bursts of crying could be heard.
Gu Qi and Yan Churong, with white cloth tied around their waists, followed the coffin with Yuan Zhe and the county magistrate.
The team moved forward slowly and passed through the village. People from each family stood at the base of the wall, watching the coffin pass by and whispering to each other.
It was rare to meet a big shot like Yuan Zhe, so the county magistrate wanted to please him. He had already found a Feng Shui master, found a "treasure land" on his farm, and sent people to dig a hole, waiting for the coffin to be ready. When it arrives, it will be filled directly.
There was a "rumbling" sound, the weather became more and more gloomy, and the wind began to blow.
As the coffin was lowered into the pit, sporadic raindrops fell.
"It's raining, hurry up!"
The village chief shouted, and several men sped up.
There was another "boom" and heavy rain poured down, soaking everyone's clothes.
Gu Qi looked at the young boy through the rain curtain and saw him standing motionless holding the memorial tablet.
When everyone walked back, the raindrops gradually subsided, and when they returned to the yard, the sky became clear again.
A man took off his shirt, wrung out the water, and cursed: "God, what a joke!"
Gu Qi hugged her child and saw a rainbow emerging not far away.
She stopped and stared blankly at the rainbow, with the sun shining on her face, half smiling and half sad.
The yard became lively again, a few round tables were set up, the women brought the cooked meals to them, and the men gathered around the table to eat and drink, all the sadness on their faces disappeared. Women gathered at the table, and occasionally there were some with children. The child was holding a steamed bun in his hand. After eating some food, he cleared the table and ran around in the courtyard.
"Where are my parents?"
Gu Qi held Zhou Suping's child in her arms and stood on the steps. Hearing the voice, he lowered his head, looked into the boy's innocent eyes, and touched his head: "Let's go."
"Is he dead?" The boy raised his head and said, "I saw Grandpa Zhao from the house next door and he was carried out like this. They said Grandpa Zhao was dead."
After saying that, the boy pursed his lips and gently tugged on the hem of Gu Qi's clothes: "Will they come back?"
Gu Qi paused, his heart aching. She didn't know how to explain it, nor how to speak. Thinking that I had caused this tragedy, I fell into endless self-blame and guilt. This child is the bloodline left by Zhou Suping...
She pursed her lips and took out her mutton-fat jade from her sleeve. As soon as she handed it over, she saw a big hand holding the round jade and sending it over.
"Can I be your father from now on?" Yuan Zhe knelt down and put his hands on the boy's shoulders.
The boy pouted: "I have a father."
"Your dad won't be back for a long time." Yuan Zhe picked up the round jade and waved it in front of the boy's eyes.
"Then will you buy me candied haws?"
"certainly."
The boy pulled Yuan Yu from Yuan Zhe's hand and laughed. Blinking his eyes, he took out the mutton-fat jade from Gu Qi's hand, looked up at Gu Qi and said, "Are you going to be my father too?"
Gu Qi looked at the mutton-fat jade, smiled and nodded.
"Then I have two dads!"
"This child will be happy with His Highness and Your Majesty in the future." The county magistrate smiled and came up to him, grabbing the boy: "My child, what is your name?"
"My name is Sun Ping."
"Which one is fair?"
The boy thought for a moment, then pouted and replied, "My mother said it's Ping An."
"Sun Ping." Gu Qi opened his mouth and gently read the name into his heart.
