Jian An Kee

When the lights were lit at night, the original doctors in the barracks plus the five doctors I brought gathered in the front curtain of the Chinese army tent.Among these people are quack warlocks, court physicians, experts from Fang Wai, guests, passers-by, all chattering, and the one who never said a word is the gentleman pretending to be an expert from Fang Wai. .

When I saw him outside Xiao Qiao's bed tent, I was shocked and unavoidably scared.If the people sent by Sun Quan failed to stop me that day, or if I insisted on going my own way regardless of the safety of the people who stopped me, would it be impossible for my husband to reach here?Could Zhou Yu never get up from the bed again?Although I don't believe in the so-called fate, the successive events that have happened in succession have shaken my concept all the time.

And now this group of people, obviously unable to come up with a good countermeasure, gathered in the tent and talked about all kinds of absurd and ridiculous methods.

I hid behind the bed and whispered to Zhou Yu, "Look, your Chinese military tent has been turned into a vegetable market."

He motioned for me to keep silent, moved to the side of the bed and listened carefully for a while, then sighed: "Treat me according to their method, I'm afraid I won't survive tonight."

Now I am very sensitive to such a topic, so I immediately stomped my feet and said, "Don't say that! Don't say that!"

"Okay, okay," he laughed, beckoning his confidants to come forward and obey.Seeing this, I know how to resign.

Moving to Xiao Qiao's tent, the nursing maid reported that the doctors had come to the same conclusion after making diagnoses one after another, that is, she was overworked and needed a good rest.

The child Zhou Yin was sitting alone outside the tent. When I called him, he wrinkled his pitiful little face, pouted his mouth, and began to cry.

"Ayin don't cry, what's the matter?" Hearing his cry, I felt my heart suddenly melted into a bag of water, trembling slightly with his sobbing.

He twitched in a low voice, grabbed my robe with his small hands, and didn't answer, just shook his head vigorously.I had no choice but to carry him into the tent. I was afraid of disturbing his mother's rest, so I kept pacing and coaxing: "Sister will bring you something delicious, huh? Mother is sleeping, so we won't quarrel." Is she okay?"

I couldn't coax her back, but the maid came back and reported that Madam had woken up.I breathed a sigh of relief, lifted Ah Yin up, and took the child over to say hello to her.

"Ayin, Ayin, what's the matter with you? Ask your mother to take a look." She stretched out her hand to him with a pale face.

I forced a smile and said: "Madam, please rest, how can you hug Ah Yin now?"

She withdrew her hands and went back, and asked in fear: "Alan, what happened to Gongjin, don't hide it from me."

I felt uncomfortable when I heard that, so I forced myself to smile: "Madam, uncle is much better, otherwise how would Alan talk to you here?"

She covered her face with one hand, and said in a sad and painful tone, "Alan, I'm so sad that I can't bear it."

I grabbed her youngest son's hand and touched the back of her hand, and said some insincere comforting words: "General Sun sent five doctors here, all of whom are highly skilled doctors. Seeing that my uncle is much better today, he I also ate half a bowl of porridge in the evening, and everyone said that my uncle is well."

"Really?" Her eyes lit up, but she lost her spirit for a moment, and she lowered her head tiredly, holding Zhou Yin tightly with one hand, "That would be great..."

How should I answer?I pursed my lips, determined to weave the lie down.

The female doctor who was serving at the side finally leaned over and confessed to me: "Madam's condition is not good now, Madam won't listen to what you say, my lord."

I glared at her fiercely, handed the child into the hands of the maid, and suddenly got up: "Everyone has a dead face, what do you want to do!? Want to take a step first? Why don't you say some more frustrating insinuations, I will immediately fulfill him and drag him out Straight to death."

For a while, there was a chilling silence in the tent.I looked away, and told Qin Se and the others in front of me: "Take good care of the young master and madam."

"No." She hugged A Yin and bowed low.

Under the force of the medicine, she fell asleep again.I sighed, only to feel that the night in front of me had never been so long.

At dawn the next day, as soon as her condition improved a little, she rushed to take care of her husband.I remember in a chat a few years ago, she once said that in this troubled world, only her husband can maintain the promise he made with her before Fafa: she will only be monogamous for life—the more this is the case, the more she will be. It is to reciprocate with a hundredfold love.

At that time, I didn't understand how the kind of water-like family affection could overcome the fire-like love. (The hotter it burns, the faster it will disappear.)

As his condition improved, Zhou Yu finally had an excuse to dismiss the doctors, and wrote another letter explaining to Sun Quan in detail: the doctors who accompanied the army knew more about his condition.And leave the imperial doctor who is said to have been serving Wu Guotai all the time, and the rest are sent away.

In order not to attract attention, my husband never had any contact with me after that night talk, and soon left Baqiu with the doctors and his party.

However, after a temporary improvement, Zhou Yu resumed taking over many affairs in the army.Everyone thought he was as good as the previous few times, and no one even felt wrong when he presided over the meeting to discuss who his successor would be.

But for me, this kind of suffering is worse than death—watching the life of your most important person disappearing in front of your eyes, unable to hold it, unable to grasp it, and forced to pretend to be relaxed and happy.

Day and night, my tears have dried up.I said to Zhou Yu: Dude, you need to get it done quickly, or I will be schizophrenic.

As usual, he shook the large sleeves of the royal blue brocade robe embroidered with tassels and white clouds, and smiled coquettishly: Don't worry, it's almost over.

In the afternoon, I delivered medicine to him as usual.He lay lazily on the low couch and asked me if I was tired.

I complained that the two children in his family were naughty and unreasonable—then, he brushed away a few strands of hair on his forehead, smiled seductively, and said to me: "I can only trouble you to take good care of them for me. Guanglan, I have tell you a secret."

I asked him to drink the medicine, and asked curiously, "Why, don't you have a few farms hidden somewhere?"

"You look down on people too much." He came angrily, stretched his hand into his bosom, took off a jade pendant that was still warm and handed it to me: "Here, take this."

I fiddled with a smooth and translucent three-unicorn swirl jade pendant in my hand, blinked my eyes, and waited for his explanation.

He sat upright, folded his hands under his chin, and said solemnly: "This is a certificate."

"What certificate?"

"Come here with your ears." He lowered his voice and whispered to me for a long time, and finally said: "It's like we have a team in our hands. Although it can't be on the stage, it is still a decisive force for all parties in the current melee. strength."

I mentioned the jade pendant in surprise: "Is it just this piece of jade?"

He nodded, "Okay, put it away now."

Seeing me hang up the jade pendant and hide it in my collar, he told me: "It's no big deal, don't let this thing get out of your grasp."

Pressing the jade pendant on my chest, I said to him, "You have my promise."

"Alas," he changed his posture and lay on the couch, covered his face with his sleeves, and complained, "I'm dizzy from talking so much at the moment. Goodbye, Guanglan, help me to call Gefu in."

"Goodbye." I replied habitually, packed up the cups and walked out of the room, and vaguely heard him chuckling, and in his usual frivolous tone, asked his servant boy to pass on General Huang for him.

Then there is no more then.

It was dinner time, I remembered that I was feeding Zhou Yin something, suddenly many people came in, they kowtowed heavily, their mouths opened and closed, but I couldn't combine those words into sentences, let my head understand they.

The porcelain bowl shattered silently in my hands.

They said: The general is dead.

Five days ago he put on full armor and rode a horse to patrol the river bank; four days ago he wielded a sword in high spirits and defeated me in ten strokes; Tireless, desk work until dawn.And just now, an hour ago, he asked me to take the jade pendant with body temperature, and bid me farewell with a smile.

This bastard, does he never care about other people's heartache!The bastard!asshole!How dare he leave behind such an incomparably big mess, let go and live happily alone!

I am sick.

This disease came at an especially inopportune time.The so-called illness came like a mountain, and I lay dying in Baqiu City for half a month, missing all the sacrifices.I don't want to recall what kind of mood I was at that time, I just thought I came back from the dead.

Perhaps it was an illusion caused by a serious illness. When I fell asleep in the middle of the night, except for the night watchman in front of the bed, more than once I saw someone stretching out his hand to me. That person screamed, cried, struggled, and coaxed me to Leave my bed, but as soon as I wake up, people are gone.

When I told this to Pearl, she was horrified, and convinced that I had brought something unclean.

Unclean things?ghost?There is only one ghost I know very well right now, could it be that he came back to see me?That's great, I just want to ask him, he plans to tell me how a woman can take care of his family, orphans and widows.

The midday sun was blazing, I pushed back everyone and opened the curtains to let the sun shine on my naked body.At that time, the coat of arms that only appeared under the shoulder blades covered my entire ribs, and even extended along the two sides to my hip bones.I inhale in amazement, and gently stroke the tangled lines of bright blue.

Before that, only once, because of a cold and a fever, I accidentally found these small things on my skin, but now it has covered half of my body.

On the night of his first seven days, I struggled to get up from the hospital bed, cut my wrist, poured fresh blood into the wine glass, and splashed it in the seven-star array bathed in the moonlight, trying to call back his soul with blood sacrifice.Maybe it was that time that I consumed too much yang energy, which made the terrible blue coat of arms crawl all over my body even more, making me feel like I was being roasted on fire day and night, until it burned me to the core , restless day and night.

It doesn't matter, as long as he is willing to come back, it doesn't matter.It's a pity that he once again mocked my superficial skills with cold reality.

Occasionally when I wake up, I also admire my life force for being so tenacious.In my dreams, there is always a child with soft hands holding my fingers tightly.Although I don't know whether this dream is a good or bad omen, but there is no doubt that if it weren't for him, I am afraid that I would have passed away in the dream a long time ago.

Just as I was squinting my eyes and trying my best to find out the meaning of the patterns on my back from the bronze mirror, maybe a maid entered the room silently with a tray, and my entire back was exposed in her field of vision.

There was only a scream, and then the tray "clanged" to the ground, and the man collapsed to the ground in fright.

I had a terrible headache, pressed my temples, put on my robe, walked to the maid, raised my fingers, and let out a soft "shh".

I think my face must have terrified her.

"I'm sorry to scare you, but it's time for you to learn some manners. When will it be your turn to take the medicine?"

She clenched her fists tightly, her knuckles turned white, and said in a crying voice: "Young servant, I know I'm wrong... I didn't want to come here by myself, it was the maid who was in charge who asked me to come. Miss, please forgive this servant, The servant girl will definitely not say anything..."

"Okay," I smiled softly, and stretched out my hand. She seemed to be hesitating, but she didn't dare to refuse my support, so she stood up with my hand—the moment she made a gesture to get up, I cut her with a knife. She knocked unconscious on the ground, then picked her up and threw her into my bed.

☆、Zhou Yu Extra Story: Part [-]

You can call me Du Minghan, or Zhou Yu, or others.

At present, my main identity is subject, father, husband, uncle, friend, time traveler and governor of the six counties in Jiangdong.

I want to tell you about my experience, very interesting story.But some of the things involved here are related to some incomprehensible events, so please allow me to mention them briefly.

In 200 A.D. in the Jimao year of the Xia calendar, the lord Sun Ce pacified Jiangdong. In the second year, that is, the fifth year of Jian'an in the Han Dynasty, the lord was assassinated, and immediately became seriously ill due to the Taoist Yuji.On my way back to Wuhui, bad news came.

I didn't have time to be sad.

In the countryside one day's journey away from Wuhui, the whole army drew water and drank horses.After listening to the envoy's report with a solemn expression, I came to the bank of Zhejiang.My hands were only wet when a clear voice interrupted me: "Jiangdong Zhoulang."

I was taken aback, pressed my sword and jumped up, "Who is it?"

"Poverty and auspiciousness."

I couldn't help but take a step back. At this time, all the thousands of soldiers around me disappeared, and there was no one in the field, only an old man with a stick of quinoa standing on the other side of the river, with white beard and hair, and a calm expression.

At that time, I was only in my early 20s, and seeing the person who murdered the lord was right in front of me, I wanted to arrest him.

I slowly drew out my sword: "Mr. Yu claims to be a Taoist who hangs the pot to help the world, but you know that the lord is anxious, but you have played tricks on him time and time again, causing his death and destroying my Jiangdong foundation. It is unforgivable due to emotion and reason."

"Young man, Pindao is already dead. What's the use of catching him? General Sun's death was God's will, so why blame me?"

I drew my sword in my hand, and said angrily: "You are a demon with clever words and tricks!"

"Hahahaha," Yu Ji couldn't help laughing, "General Zhou is extremely talented, and he is destined to help the troubled times. Unfortunately, he didn't achieve success through conquest. It doesn't matter, the poor are entrusted by others, and this will help you achieve success."

I took a step forward and looked around. It turned out that the river under my feet was several feet away from me for some reason, and the hills were also shorter.

I watched helplessly as the sun set in the western mountains for a moment, and the sky was filled with stars.

Then Yu Ji walked in front of me without touching his feet: "The general is very courageous, and he will surely accomplish great things. But the general needs to find someone to help him. I will leave this thing with you, and I will take my leave now."

I held my sword and wanted to block his way, but when I saw a scroll in his hand going straight to my chest and inserted it into the lapel of my clothes, I knew that this man's spells go up to heaven and down to earth, and it is useless to stop him.

Yu Ji flicked his sleeve robe, and turned into a puff of green smoke.I just felt the ground under my feet tremble three times, and the situation above my head changed.

Looking back, it is thousands of years later.

Yes, I was brought by this Yu Ji to 1845 AD in the Yisi year of the Xia calendar, the 25th year of Daoguang in the Qing Dynasty.

Because of the map left by Yu Ji, I traveled from Mongolia to the Western Regions after traveling for several years, and lived in the west of the Caucasus Mountains in the Raksha Kingdom for many years.Fortunately, the nights in the north are long, and I spent many hours in constant lethargy.Gradually, I felt a strange change in my body.

Many years later, when I received the obituary of the death of an old Tatar man I knew well, I left Rakshasa and headed west all the way, and then began to wander uninterruptedly for many years.

Everything is a coincidence, but all seemingly random decisions point me in a fixed direction.

A friend of mine pointed out sharply: You are only in one game, even though there are tens of millions of roads in the game, there is only one exit.

Below is my memo.Oh, I forgot to mention, as a person who travels through time and space, my memory is really bad. What I saw and heard ten years ago is like the fog at ten o'clock in the morning, disappearing without a trace.

Memo:

In Germany, I met Zhong Boning.

We traveled all the way through little Europa together, and came to England after the European War began.

Everything that has happened and will happen in this strange world is always beyond my expectations.The main battlefield of the cold weapon era came to an end a long time ago. In the former Central Plains, all those who wanted to continue to live hard changed their crowns and uniforms, and appeared in newspapers on the corner of a certain country in Europe with ugly images.

Misanthrope scattered into the mountains, wars continued, and she became the target of bullying.This great country, once the lord of the Central Plains, also has such an unbearable history.It is shameful for a country not to be a country.

She is now called "China", the country of the Central Plains, the British call her "China", the place where porcelain is produced, Latin "cathaya".I have almost forgotten what this country looks like.

In the 50th year of the Chinese calendar, Bo Ning and I returned to China.I went to his hometown and Sichuan with him.

"How does it feel to worship your own grave?" I asked Parkin with a smile.

"Life is like a play." Zhong Boning smiled calmly.

Mr. Zhong Bo Ning Zhong, a person who controls his destiny quietly. I am not interested in inquiring about his past, but I know that he is an agile cheetah and a dormant poisonous snake.

"I will never choose to be your enemy, that would be terrible, Prime Minister Zhuge."

"Liang also thinks so, Governor Zhou." Who knows.

Although we have never met any of the same kind again, we have the same conclusion.

"It is not ruled out that some people, or some existences beyond human beings, like to use a world as a stage to enjoy our performance."

I reached a tacit agreement with him to find a way to go back to the past together.

Zhou Guanglan is a girl I met by chance when she was just born.

Her mother risked her life to give birth to her, and Zhong Boning chose her to be our helper.

I see her once a year, and what a strange fate the little girl has, sheer coincidence.As expected of the chosen one.

When we left, in 2007 AD, Bo Ning decided to keep her.Such a decision is cruel, let a person who has experienced a legend return to peace, how will she deal with it?

I guessed it, she really came with us.As for her peculiarity, all I can say is that she was the first person who managed to live to see us go.

Ah, and, seeing my wife and children again after a hundred years, it feels like I have gone through many reincarnations and reincarnated as human beings.

This world, I read the story many times, and I know what will happen even if I close my eyes.

It's a pity that I don't know how to fight for anything now, because I have met "that person", and "that person" doesn't like the unsatisfactory lines in her script.

I will tell my wife and my children that death is a beautiful gift.I will say goodbye to Guanglan.I will also say to Zhong Boning that the happiest days of my life were my holidays in the English countryside.

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In addition: This manuscript is in triplicate, and everyone who sees it is like me.