After crossing, I surrounded the capital from the countryside

Shen Qingsong felt very guilty at this time. As the person who carried his younger brother all the way today, he didn't even notice that he had a fever. Self-blame and guilt swept over him all of a sudden, and he slapped himself hard.

With a "pa" sound, a red palm print appeared on Shen Qingsong's face.

"Big brother!"

"Green Pine!"

"Young Master!"

Shen Qingsong silently carried Shen Qingyun on his back without even raising his head, "It's okay, I'm just teaching myself a lesson."

Shen Qingqing sighed. She knew that her elder brother must be feeling bad, so she didn't say anything.

The person who was also feeling bad at this time was Yan Dongsheng, whose life was saved by Shen Qingyun. He looked at Shen Qingyun with guilt. If it weren't for Shen Qingyun, he might have been killed by the knife long ago.

He clenched his fists and secretly prayed to the Bodhisattva, "Merciful Guanyin Bodhisattva, please make the Second Young Master better! I am willing to pay any price, please. 】

Because Shen Qingyun had a fever, the atmosphere in the team became somewhat tense, and everyone was racing against time to move forward.

While on the road, Shen Qingqing would touch Shen Qingyun's forehead from time to time. Only when she felt that the temperature in her hand did not continue to rise did she breathe a sigh of relief.

It’s a good thing that the temperature didn’t continue to rise. Thinking of this, he gave Shen Qingyun another fever-reducing pill and an anti-inflammatory pill.

They walked for an unknown amount of time, but the sun had already set behind the mountain, leaving only a faint ray of sunset on the side of the mountain, illuminating Shen Qingqing and her group.

After constantly traveling, Xu Nanshuo and Aunt Li and her daughter had already turned pale, and they were completely forcing themselves to continue on their journey.

Just as the sky was about to disappear completely, a city gate finally appeared before everyone's eyes.

Seizing the last bit of time, Shen Lingyun and his group headed towards the city gate.

"Stop, what are you doing?" The soldiers at the city gate stopped Shen Qingqing and her group.

Shen Qingqing pretended to be an innocent child and hid behind Xu Nanshuo as if she was frightened. Then she curiously poked her little head out and looked at the tall and strong officers and soldiers in front of her.

Shen Lingyun took two steps forward and took out the fake pass and some silver coins that he had prepared in advance from his arms, and put them in the hands of the man in front of him who was obviously the leader of the gatekeepers.

"Sir, we are common people who are going to the city to seek refuge with our relatives. Please be kind and let us in." Shen Lingyun restrained his aura and acted humble and cautious like an ordinary citizen.

The officer squeezed the silver in his hand and looked the people in front of him up and down. [I didn't realize these people were so rich.]

Thinking about it, he raised his head and said, "The city gate is about to be closed. Otherwise, tomorrow..." As he said that, he looked into Shen Lingyun's arms.

What is not yet said is that the money is not enough. If you want to get in, you have to pay more.

Shen Lingyun quickly took out two more pieces of silver and handed them to the officer, smiling ingratiatingly: "Sir, look at this...?"

"Go in!" The soldier tossed the silver in his hand and waved his hand.

"Yes, yes, thank you very much, sir. Thank you very much, sir."

Shen Lingyun bent down, took the pass with both hands, and led everyone into the city.

As soon as he entered the city gate, Shen Qingsong hurriedly asked the vendors who had not yet left the street, took out a few coins from his pocket and handed them over: "Young man, please ask, is there any clinic nearby?"

The vendor glanced at Shen Qingsong and Shen Qingyun, who was obviously sick on his back, and pointed to the end of the street: "Just walk along this street, turn right at the end, and you will see the medicine shop."

"Thank you, young man!" Shen Qingsong immediately turned around and ran to the direction the vendor pointed.

The vendor put the copper coins in his hand into the money jar beside him and continued to collect.

Shen Qingqing and the others also heard the place the vendor mentioned, but as it was getting late, they split up into two groups. The woman followed Shen Lingyun and Yan Chunsheng to find an inn to stay, while Old Yan and Yan Dongsheng followed Shen Qingsong to the clinic.

When everyone was settled and arrived at the clinic, they saw Shen Qingsong and Yan Dongsheng sitting at the door with their heads down, looking dejected and self-blaming.

I didn’t see Old Yan, probably he’s in the clinic.

"Brother?" Shen Qingqing walked forward and called softly.

Shen Lingyun and Xu Nanshu looked at each other. When they saw Shen Qingsong's behavior, they knew that Shen Qingyun's injury was probably not serious.

Xu Nanshuo walked up to Shen Qingsong, hugged Shen Qingsong in his arms, and comforted him silently.

The next second, Xu Nanshu felt the wetness in her arms. She sighed slightly, raised her head slightly, and her eyes were filled with tears.

After a long time, a voice came from Xu Nanshu's arms, "Qingyun, he injured his back bones. If he doesn't recover well, I'm afraid he won't be able to practice martial arts in the future!"

"Even if he recovers, it will still affect his martial arts practice."

"He likes martial arts so much, why did he have to do it? Why?!"

Shen Qingsong's choking voice came from Xu Nanshu's arms, and everyone was stunned.

Everyone knows that the two sons of the Shen family, as the sons of the prime minister, are not good at literature and prefer martial arts. Especially the second son, he wants to be a general who fights on the battlefield.

But now, Shen Qingyun, who wanted to be a general, might never be able to practice martial arts again. I wonder what a big blow this will be to him.