The sun rises in the east.
A thin layer of mist floats over the canal like smoke and veil. As a cool morning breeze blew, the mist rolled reluctantly toward the river bank. The lingering mist made the literati and poets who watched the morning sun from a distance couldn't help but become inspired by poetry. They looked up to the sky and sighed, "Is the departure of the fog caused by the wind's pursuit or the river's unwillingness to stay?"
A swallow that came back from the south and returned to its nest flexibly swung its bifurcated tail wings, carrying a few wisps of southern moisture and spring, and landed in a house that had been settled for a long time.
Zheng Xiu opened the window and welcomed the sunshine.
"Hush! Hush!"
Seeing the swallows under the eaves, Zheng Xiu blew a few whistles out of habit.
The whistle once had a hidden meaning: Come here!
The swallow seemed to understand. It tilted its head and stood on the window edge with flapping wings. Its two eyeballs rolled around and it boldly looked at Zheng Xiu.
Spring in the north always comes late.
Zheng Xiu teased the swallows, greedily inhaled the dry morning air, basked in the morning sun, and felt calm.
The swallows are jumping on the windowsill, not afraid of people.
Zheng Xiu silently stretched out his index finger and moved closer.
Yanzi shrank his neck, but he didn't seem to sense Zheng Xiu's malice, and actually had the courage to peck Zheng Xiu.
Playing with the birds in the morning is particularly joyful.
"So, you obviously flew to the warmer south, why do you want to come back to the north? North... north?"
Zheng Xiu said something casually, but something suddenly moved, causing his chest to tighten. He frowned and stared at Yanzi, lost in thought.
After a while, Zheng Xiu didn't think about it, so he quietly picked up a thread-bound book from the window sill and tore out a page.
He bit his index finger, and a drop of blood came out. Zheng Xiu used his finger to draw a simple birdcage in two or three strokes on the white paper.
"Ah da!"
The birdcage suddenly appeared out of thin air, covering the confused Swallow.
"I feel sorry for you. Stay here for a while. I'll let you go home when I figure it out."
Zheng Xiu raised an index finger to his mouth to signal Yanzi not to panic.
Swallow seemed to understand again.
"Uh... It seems that my 'foreign language' can also be of some use to ordinary species?"
This actually surprised Zheng Xiu.
Unexpectedly, this inadvertently unlocked the ability to communicate with small animals.
What a surprise.
Zheng Xiu put the birdcage aside, looked back and smiled at the beautiful lady lying on her side on the bed.
Sitting at the table, Zheng Xiu silently opened a brand new thread-bound book.
He turned to the title page first.
It was written in strong, strong handwriting - written by his own hand.
This is a diary written by a serious major general.
[In the second year of Tianjing, March 15th, there was heavy fog. 】
【The fifth day of coming 'here'. 】
[My mother is still alive but has a naughty temperament; my father is still alive despite being ill; when I wake up, I am happy to be the bridegroom. 】
[My wife is Yue Linglong, an ordinary northern barbarian woman whose body is warm. 】
[Man, if you run out of money, you can make it again. 】
【I am not interested in money. 】
[Besides, with a hereditary title, what kind of money can’t be earned? 】
[It’s not a big problem. 】
…
[In the second year of Tianjing, March 15th, at night. 】
[When my father died in the ancestral hall, I was Marquis Zhonglie. 】
[Now, my father is Marquis Zhonglie! 】
【(sad). 】
…
[In the second year of Tianjing, March 17th, it rained lightly. 】
[It’s a bit cold today. I woke up from bed and scored twice with Yue Linglong, and then twice. 】
[I don’t know why, but I always like to see her with her hair tied up in a ponytail... Sadly, I found that I have unlocked a new hobby. 】
…
[In the second year of Tianjing, March 19th, it was sunny. 】
[Go shopping with Yue Linglong. 】
[I told her I don’t like eating animal offal. 】
[She asked me what I like to eat. 】
[I said: Fennel and sheep head stew. 】
【...Which restaurant should I eat at? 】
…
[In the second year of Tianjing, March 20th, it was sunny. 】
[I continued shopping with my wife and passed by a stall selling paper masks. The boss was very enthusiastic and the workmanship was very good. 】
[My wife said she likes little white rabbits, but I chose a black crow mask for her. 】
[She wore it in a woman's bun at first, which didn't look good--until I let her hair down and tied it into a ponytail. 】
【Excellent. 】
【But. 】
【……】
【……】
[I... always feel like I have bought the same model before. 】
…
[In the second year of Tianjing, March 21st, it was sunny. 】
[I still go shopping with my wife. 】
[She said that Semba will personally send some local products to Daqian next month. 】
[Samba...that old man can just take stock of the information. 】
[Ask your father-in-law if he is in good health now. 】
[I hope to have a knife tomorrow. 】
…
[Tianjing's second year, March 22, no knife was used. 】
【good! It's raining! 】
[I took the opportunity to go to the Six Gates. When I entered, I called out "Father Zheng Haoran"! 】
[It turns out that calling 'my father so-and-so' feels really good. 】
[It means that I spent three taels of silver on it. 】
[It feels like I haven’t been so fussy about spending money in a long time. 】
[Finally got news about Qing Shisan, Ji Hongou, and Pei Gaoya. 】
[Those three guys committed numerous murders twenty years ago, and Pei Gaoya and Ji Hongou are still wanted. 】
[Sikong Zhui Ming is now in the Heavenly Prison. He was supposed to be beheaded last autumn. He never expected that the emperor passed away and the Minister of Punishment resigned. The Ministry of Punishment had a backlog of serious cases and had forgotten about Qing Biao. 】
[I have to find a way to save him. 】
[However, it is very possible that he does not know me. 】
[Now I have a headache. 】
…
[In the second year of Tianjing, March 23rd, it rained lightly. 】
[My mother said that after returning from the battlefield twenty-three years ago, my father was seriously injured. He finally recovered, but his health continued to deteriorate. 】
[Maybe it’s because Linglong and I got married and my dad’s health got better. 】
[Our family of four had a meal. 】
[This kind of scene seems like something that will only happen in the next life to me. 】
[My father drank a few drinks at the dinner table and became drunk. My mother helped him back to the house. He seemed to be saying that he wanted to compete with the Wolf King again. 】
[…I remember that twenty years ago, my father’s drinking was based on the ‘table’. 】
[I hope dad can recover soon. 】
[Also, I have to look for Situ Yong, the living dead, and hope that everyone is okay. 】
…
[In the second year of Tianjing, March 26, there was a heavy rain. 】
[Huo Huo came to visit his father today. 】
[He is now honored as the General of the North of Zhenguo. 】
[Later, my mother told me that the position of general in the north of the town was originally my father's, but my father was unwell and recommended Huo Huo, who took the job. 】
[General Huo has a pretty good character, and there are people in the court who are easy to do things with. No wonder my father is sick and still receives a high salary from the court, and no one dares to come and slap him in the face. 】
[Hiss... After I become a famous general who protects the country, I can still sit back and wait for death. 】
[While they were drinking happily, I asked General Huo for a pass warrant. 】
[Be able to freely enter and exit the prison. 】
[I have to take a look at Qing Shisan. 】
[By the way, look up 'Prisoner'. 】
…
[In the second year of Tianjing, March 27th, cloudy. 】
[The Wangtian Prison where I lived before was not built yet. 】
[Ordinary Tianlao always looks a bit boring. 】
[The management of Tianlao is very chaotic and seems to be full of loopholes. 】
[It feels like it’s easy to rob someone. 】
[The jailer said he would wait for approval from above. 】
[Abominable bureaucracy. 】
[I miss Scar Laoliu’s first day as a jailer. 】
…
[The Tianlao visit is still waiting for approval. 】
[It used to be quite easy to stuff money. 】
[You can also water the flowers and take a bath in the prison. 】
[It is absolutely impossible to have no money. 】
【I can't bear it anymore. 】
[For dad’s sake. 】
[I cannot destroy the peaceful life of the Zheng family. 】
[I miss Scar Laoliu’s seventh day as a jailer. 】
…
[I discovered something today. 】
[The Minister of Punishment is actually Shi Wentong? 】
[The one who died in the wind on horseback. 】
[Outrageous, you can live with this, right? 】
【hehe……】
…
[The guards in Tianlao are useless. 】
[Sneaked in easily. 】
【who is it……】
[Breaked Qingpi’s leg! ! ! ! ! 】
[He didn’t even look at me. 】
[He thought I was his enemy. 】
[He looks like he's dead. 】
【……】
【……】
【It shouldn’t be like this. 】
【I,】
[I'm sorry for him. 】
…
[The second year of Tianjing, the first day of April, is cloudy. 】
[There is no thaumaturgy here. Apart from me and my father, there are no other strangers. 】
[There is no Ye Weiyang, no candle. 】
[Zhu Mingming was a person from a thousand years ago. What I changed was the ancient battlefield from twenty years ago. It was impossible to affect him. 】
【Something must have happened. 】
【strangeness! 】
【strangeness! 】
【strangeness! 】
[The 'Prisoner' Bund is still there, but my Prisoner panel is full of 'garbled characters'! 】
[It all turned into incomprehensible text! 】
【There is a BUG! 】
【'Something is wrong here! 】
【This is wrong! 】
…
[In the second year of Tianjing, on the third day of April, it rained continuously. 】
[The weather is bad. 】
[Dad’s health is getting better and better. 】
[There are more smiles on my mother’s face. 】
[She cooked a delicious meal. 】
【Fried river fish. 】
[I said something very strange at that time:]
【The 'fried fish cake' is still delicious. 】
[My mother looked at me with a very strange look. 】
[She said she had never made this dish. 】
【...Who knows how to make fish cakes? 】
…
[In the second year of Tianjing, on the seventh day of April, it rained. 】
[The weather has not been good recently. 】
[Dad can now move around. 】
[He started practicing boxing in the yard again. 】
[He will regain his 'rules'. 】
[The doctor who came for follow-up consultation said something, which translated into: medical miracle. 】
[I can only say that he is worthy of being a stranger. 】
…
[In the second year of Tianjing, April 12th, it was sunny. 】
[There is a gap in my memory! 】
[Some... strange vacancies. 】
[Looking back now, I feel like I got married to the monk’s sister in the painting. 】
[He told me to treat his sister well. 】
[I'm trying to draw something. 】
【I can't draw it. 】
…
[In the second year of Tianjing, April 14th, it was sunny. 】
[Yue Linglong complimented me on my beautiful painting and asked me to draw a painting for her. 】
[She wore my favorite hairstyle today and sat there. 】
[I only painted half of this painting. 】
[The face is blank. 】
【……】
【……】
[I seem to have forgotten something very important. 】
[She looks a little unhappy. 】
[It should be that the Qingpiao incident affected my mood. 】
[I have to find a way to rescue Qingpi. 】
[...According to Daqian law, how many years can a prisoner on death row be sentenced to? 】
…
"Husband."
A humming sound came from behind not far away. It turned out to be Yue Linglong who habitually jumped to the side when she got up in the morning. She jumped away and woke up.
The slipping blanket could not cover the young woman's shame. They had been married for a month and could barely be considered an old married couple. Yue Linglong had no intention of covering it up. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and raised her eyes to see the bright sky, so she put it on in panic. Luo Shan: "I got up late!"
After a long night of hard work last night, the land was really badly plowed.
She walked out of bed on bare toes and looked at Zheng Xiu pitifully: "I will serve my husband to change his clothes."
"good."
Zheng Xiu nodded with a smile and closed the diary.
"Husband, have you written... a diary again?"
Yue Linglong looked away, her heart itching like a kitten scratching.
"Want to see it?"
Zheng Xiu stood up and shook the diary in front of Yue Linglong.
"How can you, Yue Ya'er, be such a shameless woman?"
Yue Linglong is very sensible, very sensible. She listened to Zheng Xiu no matter what happened in the boudoir or hall. After getting along for a month, Zheng Xiu's initial prejudice against Northern barbarian women was completely wiped out.
Zheng Xiu recalled his abuse and irritability towards Yue Linglong "in the past", and then looked at the gentle and virtuous wife now. He couldn't help but feel guilty and felt that he owed her, so he deliberately told her a joke to tease her: "It's all in vain." , How can a serious person write down his inner thoughts in a diary?"
Yue Linglong was startled at first, and then she was really amused, obviously realizing the point of the joke. She smiled and shook her head, then gently helped Zheng Xiu get dressed, fastened his belt, straightened his clothes, and tightened his crown jade.
There is a suit of armor standing in the corner of the room - it is tailor-made for the Major General. Not long after Yue Linglong entered the house a few days ago, she specially used oil to maintain it.
Looking at her husband who was dressed like a gentleman in a white gown, Yue Linglong glanced at the armor and said casually: "It's a pity that I couldn't see my husband's heroic appearance wearing armor."
"This is a good thing," Zheng Xiu scratched the bridge of Yue Linglong's straight nose with his finger and said with a smile, "It means the fighting has stopped and the world is at peace."
After rubbing elbows with his wife for a while, Zheng Xiu walked out of the room and looked back, only to see Yue Linglong preparing to dress up in front of the bronze mirror. She was holding her long hair in her hands, preparing to tie it with a ribbon.
Zheng Xiu lowered his head and said calmly: "You are now a woman. According to Daqian custom, you should wear your hair in a bun."
"What are you doing? Husband, you... don't like it?"
Yue Linglong asked cautiously. As the saying goes: Women should look good to those who please themselves. It is precisely because Zheng Xiu likes her that she is like this. She is now married to Zheng Xiu, and her father told her before going out that most men are well-informed. In addition, there are many temptations in the outside world, such as the bright lights, the entertainment, the singing and dancing in brothels, and they always like new things. Let Yue Linglong have more changes. The road to life is long, so don’t Zheng Xiu must be bored.
"No... forget it, I like it."
Zheng Xiu wanted to say "I don't like it", but when he said the words, he felt an inexplicable feeling of annoyance. He tried his best to squeeze out a smile that would not be misunderstood by Yue Linglong, turned around and left in a hurry: "I went to the hospital today, and an old friend was injured. , no need to worry."
Half an hour later.
Zheng Xiu walked to the "Ba Liufu Medical Center".
It wasn't until not long ago that Zheng Xiu knew that Scar Lao Liu's original name was "Ba Liu Fu".
...His parents gave him a good name, a blessing.
Ba Liufu Medical Center is located in a remote location, its doors are deserted, and its business is obviously not doing well. "In the past" this place was lively because it "used" to be the study room of a great writer - but after the world line shifted, Ba Liufu's talent was obviously not comparable to that of a great writer.
So Zheng Xiu easily used ten taels of silver to pay Ba Liufu Medical Clinic for a month and blocked Ba Liufu's mouth.
People's experiences can change, and their identities can change, but their nature should never change.
Zheng Xiu, who was familiar with Scar Lao Liu, knew him well: Scar Lao Liu had no hobbies, one was gambling and the other was money. If you have money, you have principles.
Just give him money... haha.
The wooden door of the dilapidated small courtyard of Ba Liufu Medical Center was locked, with a sign hanging on it: Outbound consultation.
Zheng Xiu knocked on the door and heard three long and two short words.
Scar Lao Liu's voice came from inside: "A plate of pork head?"
"Two Liang Lao Bai Gan."
"The enemy!"
Scar Laoliu, who was sneaky and thief-like, opened the door a crack and let Zheng Xiu in.
After taking a few steps, an unpleasant herbal smell wafted over.
Zheng Xiu looked up and saw black smoke coming from the chimney of the woodshed.
"Are you just making medicine here?"
Zheng Xiu stared, grabbing Scar Lao Liu and asking.
Scar Laoliu was beaten for a while by Zheng Xiu last time, and the bruise on his left eye has not completely dissipated. Zheng Xiu was so angry that he covered his right eye in fear and said with a guilty conscience: "What else?"
Zheng Xiu put down his fist expressionlessly, thought for a while, and sighed: "I can only hope that it won't attract the attention of interested people, but please change the sign immediately. Don't write 'out for remote diagnosis', just write 'closed for serious illness'" '."
Scar Lao Liu was stunned: "Isn't this ruining my Ba Liufu's signature?"
"It's okay, everyone knows that doctors can't heal themselves."
Scar Lao Liu wanted to say something else, but Zheng Xiu took out a broken piece of silver and threw it away.
Scar Laoliu shut up immediately.
Zheng Xiu pushed the door open and entered. The smell of herbs inside was even stronger, mixed with a stench.
In the inner room, a man with ragged clothes and long hair was lying on a bamboo mat.
The man's knees were bloody and bloody, and there were many blood-stained gauze next to them. Pieces of rotten pus were scraped off the gauze.
It’s Qing Thirteen.
Zheng Xiu took a deep breath and sat down in front of Qing Shisan without changing his expression.
Scar Laoliu accepted the money and was very obedient to the advice. He quickly changed the small sign at the door, and soon he came in with a bowl of black plaster.
Zheng Xiu stretched out his hand to test, and Qing Shisan's skin felt hot to the touch.
"The wound is infected!" Zheng Xiu's eyes were sharp and his teeth were clenched. He looked at Qing Shisan's broken knees and thought to himself: "Ordinary methods can't save him! I have to find a strange person with the skills of a 'healer'!"
"But now, where can I find a strange doctor? Scar Lao Liu said that there is no doctor named 'Situ Yong' in the city!"
Scar Lao Liu glanced at Zheng Xiu. He actually knew that the identity of the man lying in his hospital was not simple. When Zheng Xiu brought him here, this guy was still wearing prison uniform.
"Gudong."
Scar Laoliu touched his left eye, with a sad face, secretly wondering why he was so unlucky that Zheng Haoran's son had troubled him. What's even more unfortunate is that Zheng Haoran's son has no idea why he misbehaves with the second generation and insists on violating Daqian's laws. You are amazing and noble, you are the consort of the Northern Barbarian Wolf King, and your father is a famous general who protects the country. If you dare to break the law, don't torment the common people!
Scar Laoliu was crying in his heart, but he didn't dare to move rashly on his face, and he honestly changed Qing Shisan's dressing.
At this time Qing Shisan opened his eyes due to pain.
Zheng Xiu looked into Qing Shisan's eyes. He didn't know what happened to Qing Shisan to make the cynical knife hunter in his memory become so decadent. Zheng Xiu felt that simply being in jail would not be able to overwhelm the Qing Shisan he knew.
There was no light in his eyes. If he were not still breathing and still having a heartbeat, anyone who looked at him would think it was a corpse.
Wait, unless...
Zheng Xiu suddenly asked: "Where is Ji Hongou?"
Qing Shisan's eyes that were like dead water finally flashed with fluctuations like a living person.
But only for a moment.
After a while.
"died."
A hoarse voice came out of Qing Shisan's mouth coldly.
(End of chapter)
