Don't be tempted, sir

The carriage in front stopped and a man walked out.

"Sir Song, the snow is too heavy for the carriage to move. I'm afraid we can only abandon the carriage and ride on horseback," Zhao Zhongtai asked outside the carriage.

Song Xiaoyuan, who was dizzy from fever, asked hoarsely, "Is tonight New Year's Eve?"

Ma Awu replied, "Yes, Beijing night is New Year's Eve."

Song Xiaoyuan reached out and lifted the curtain to look at the heavy snow outside the window. At this moment, they were in the mountains not far from the capital. If they did not abandon the carriage, the snow would not stop for a while, and it was not safe to stay in the wilderness. Song Xiaoyuan walked out of the carriage wearing a snow-white fur coat, his face flushed with fever.

"Let's go, listen to Lord Zhao"

Ah Wu was worried, "Sir, you..."

"Let's go!"

Afterwards, the four of them abandoned their carriages and rode their horses to Beijing.

"Come on, brothers, let's drink."

"Tonight is New Year's Eve. Everyone has gone home early. I guess no one will pass through the city gate."

The gatekeeper had just finished speaking when he heard someone asking him a question.

"Where is the city defense commander? Open the city gates!"

"Who wants to enter the city? The gates are closed now. Wait until tomorrow."

Zhao Chongtai replied, "I am Zhao Chongtai, the deputy general of the West Camp. Please open the city gate," and then took out his badge.

"Greetings, Vice General Zhao. I am too blind to recognize you."

Zhao Chongtai didn't have time to pay attention to him at the moment, because Song Xiaoyuan behind him was blushing so much that he was almost ripe.

He said impatiently, "Okay, okay, open the city gate quickly."

After entering the city, he did not go home but went straight to the residence of Imperial Physician Liu, riding his horse wildly on the street, scaring a group of children who were setting off firecrackers and fireworks so much that they hurriedly ran to the side of the road.

This caused a group of children's parents to be dissatisfied, saying, "Who is this official? He is riding a horse on the road during the New Year."

Song Xiaoyuan, who was originally riding a horse, had a high fever and fainted on the way, so he had to ride with Awu. At this moment, he was unconscious on Awu's back. Zhao Chongtai led the way and rode to Liu's house, frightening Liu Taiyi, who was accompanying his grandson to set off fireworks, to the ground.

Doctor Liu yelled, "Who is it? Who is it? You are not careful when riding a horse! Ouch! I fell so hard that my old bones are almost broken."

Zhao Chongtai was too embarrassed to dismount, so he hurriedly bowed to Doctor Liu who had just been helped up by the servant, "Sorry, sorry Doctor Liu, I was too rude."

Doctor Liu raised his eyes and said, "Zhao Chongtai, you old man, do you want to make me unhappy during the New Year?"

Zhao Chongtai bowed again and said, "I am so sorry, Doctor Liu, please take a look at Lord Song! He is almost done..."

"Master Song! Where are you? Master Song, what do you mean by 'almost done'?"

Ah Wu got off the horse and carried Song Xiaoyuan on his back. "Here, Lord Song is here. Doctor Liu, please save my son."

Doctor Liu took one look and said, "Quick! Bring him to the palace. How could he be so burned?"

The servant led the way to the guest room, and Ah Wu put the unconscious Song Xiaoyuan on the bed. At this moment, Song Xiaoyuan frowned and closed his eyes as if he was burned. Doctor Liu ordered the servants, "Hurry up and get some charcoal to warm up the guest room, and quickly get my silver needles."

Doctor Liu took a silver needle and pricked Song Xiaoyuan's ears to let the blood flow. The blood slowly turned from black to red, and Song Xiaoyuan's red face slowly recovered.

Doctor Liu then felt Song Xiaoyuan's pulse with a serious expression on his face, which shocked Zhao Zhongtai. Finally, he couldn't help but ask, "Doctor Liu, what's the matter? Can Lord Song be saved?"

Doctor Liu was displeased, "How can you, an old man, be hopeless?"

"Oh, I am worried about Lord Song. As a bodyguard, Lord Song has lost half his life. How can I report this to His Majesty?"

"How are you going to report? Just ride your horse to the court and report... and whip the horse faster."

Zhao Zhongtai covered his face in embarrassment, "I...I am just anxious..."

Doctor Liu sat up straight and asked, "Tell me, why didn't Lord Song ask a doctor to check on him when he had a fever for so many days?"

Ah Wu said, "This can't be blamed on Lord Zhao. Lord Zhao was also injured and sick, and I have been taking care of the young master. The young master had a fever all the way back, but he endured the discomfort and didn't tell anyone because he wanted to go to Beijing to celebrate New Year's Eve."

Imperial Physician Liu: “Oh! It was because he fainted that you, old Zhao, discovered it! Next time, just wait for Lord Song... and then send him over on horseback!” Imperial Physician Liu could not help but stop cursing Song Xiaoyuan.

Zhao Zhongtai thought, why are you so obsessed with the horse beating? I didn't mean to do that...

"Oh my, what a time it is, Doctor Liu is still teasing me. Hurry up and think of a way to save Lord Song!"

Doctor Liu then asked, "Can you tell me where Lord Song was injured?"

Then A Wu unbuttoned the shirt of Song Xiaoyuan who was still unconscious, revealing shocking scars. The rest of the scars had mostly recovered, but the wounds on the back and right shoulder remained red, swollen and inflamed and would not heal, which led to the recurring fever.

Doctor Liu couldn't help but frown even more deeply. "Look, how well you take care of the patient! It's also winter and the weather is cold. If it's hot, the wound will fester and stink..."

Zhao Chongtai knew he was in the wrong and didn't say anything.

Doctor Liu then asked the servant to prepare sterilized knives, needles and thread, etc.

At this time, Song Jueming also rushed to Liu Taiyi's house. When he entered the room, he saw his only child lying on the bed with wounds and bloodless face. His legs were weak and the servant hurriedly helped him to steady himself. He thought to himself that it was a good thing that he did not ask his wife to come and let her stay at home. If she came, she would definitely be extremely sad.

Soon after, the servant from Liu's mansion came with Shen Changjun, Shen Yining and Shen Changsi. The three of them looked solemn when they saw him. Shen Changsi frightenedly threw himself on Shen Yining's legs and hugged him.

Shen Changjun had originally taken Shen Changsi and Shen Yining out to set off fireworks. When he saw three people riding their horses at full speed, Shen Changjun recognized at a glance that the leader was Zhao Chongtai and was delighted. However, that direction was neither the Zhao family nor the Song family, and there was a man in white lying on Awu's back behind them, seemingly unconscious.

Shen Changjun hammered his hand! It's broken! He walked forward quickly. He completely forgot that there were two people following him, one big and one small, Shen Yining holding incense and Shen Changsi holding fireworks. The two didn't understand what was going on, thinking that they were going to set off fireworks somewhere else, and followed him happily.

Arriving at Liu's house, Shen Yining called out in confusion, "Brother!"

Chang Si was tired from running and asked confusedly: "I'm afraid we can't set off fireworks in Liu's mansion..."

"Oh, I forgot about you two", so I had to come together!

Seeing that Changsi was scared, Shen Yining took him out to wait. When the grandson of Doctor Liu saw Changsi coming in, he also ran over and said, "Little brother, is that a firecracker in your hand?"

"Yes, that's right." Changsi looked up at Shen Yining.

Shen Yining immediately understood and said, "Go ahead!" He then smiled and said, "Thank you." to the servant beside him.

Shen Yining had nothing to do, so he decided to go in and see what happened. Why was his elder brother so anxious? He only went in and stood by the door. After all, Mr. Song was too bloody and not dressed at the moment.

Song Jueming stepped forward worriedly. Doctor Liu was afraid that Lord Song would misunderstand him, so he said, "Don't worry, Lord Song. Your son is just unconscious."

"Thank you, Doctor Liu!" He then asked Awu, "Why would Xiao Yuan be like this? Could it be that the Qiang Kingdom even dared to kill an envoy?"

Zhao Chongtai knew this matter best and answered first, "Master Jueming! It was all because of my failure to protect Master Song that Master Song was so badly injured!" Then he told them how the Saint Lady had made things difficult for them, forcing Master Song to steal the medicine, and then how the seven of them fought the Imperial Guards in the Qiang Palace, how Master Song was teased by the Saint Lady, and how he finally returned to Tongzhou. "

The whole room was silent. "......"

It was not until the servant came in and interrupted Liu Taiyi's contemplation when the things he needed were ready, "Master, it's ready," that everyone came back to their senses.

Song Jueming wanted to question Zhao Chongtai, but after hearing what he said, he bowed to Zhao Chongtai and said, "Thank you, Lord Zhao, for protecting my son!"

Zhao Chongtai hurriedly replied, "Master Jueming, please don't be like this! I have never been able to protect Master Song!"

Doctor Liu said, "In that case, I will not interfere with your riding a horse in the streets."

"Thank you very much, thank you very much! Tomorrow, Zhao will take the initiative to apologize to Your Majesty!"

Song Jueming was so busy that he said, "Master Zhao, there is no need to be like this! You are exhausted and it is the Spring Festival. Master Zhao, please don't blame yourself so much."

Shen Changjun said, "I'm sorry, Lord Jueming. Xiaoyuan was injured because of your brother's poisoning. Our Shen family is grateful. I was in a hurry to go out today and did not tell your father that Xiaoyuan was returning to Beijing. I will come to apologize another day."

Speaking of this, Song Jueming only felt regretful. At the beginning, he saw that Changqing was very suitable for studying literature and had appreciated him and wanted to take him as his disciple.

"Alas... Changqing is also a pitiful son... Let's not mention him anymore... to save old man Shen from adding to his sorrow at the end of the year."

Changjun: "I am really sorry, Lord Jueming."