Chao Yu Jie

Wen Zhuo slept for a long time, it was dusk now that the sun was setting.Le Zhu saw that he was so sick these days that he became thinner and his chin was pointed, so he made a pot of old ginseng chicken soup for him while he was asleep. The fragrance was overflowing and everyone was envious.But envy is envy, after all there is no difference between superiority and inferiority.

After Wen Zhuo knew about it, he said to Bai Yi: "It's hard work on the road, so don't be too frugal, it's okay to add more food for everyone." Bai Yi agreed, but listened to Shuqin's muttering, and said to Wen Zhuo: "Young master, don't worry too much. Let's go. When you are away from home, it is your duty to be a servant to suffer some hardships, how can you be as delicate as a master. Besides, before you go out, the Marquis and the Eldest Young Master have already rewarded you with money."

Wen Zhuo knew that he was the most considerate of himself, so he couldn't help laughing: "That being said, you followed me all the way. With my bowl of meat, you can't be short of a bowl of soup. Otherwise, everyone will say that the son is stingy in the future. Didn't you just sweep my face?"

The few people laughed for a while, and they ate a particularly hearty meal at his kindness. If it wasn't for Bai Yi's careful handling, adding some wine would be like a New Year's Eve dinner.

A few days ago, because I was on the same road with that bastard, I couldn't be too particular, so Wen Zhuo and his group followed suit, and they always slept in the open, so it was very uncomfortable.Now, even though he was left behind by Mrs. Du, he was able to rest and recuperate under the honor of the son, and everyone praised the benefits of the son.

As usual, Wen Zhuo didn't go down in the house, only drank a cup of soup and used half a bowl of rice.After all, people are easily sentimental when they are sick, and he had such a dream in the afternoon, which made him a little more sad.When he went to bed at night, he tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

He thought that if Yin Hecheng was by his side at this time, he would be able to confide his melancholy to him, but his own background is probably still shocking, and even if Yin Hecheng knew about it, he didn't know how he would feel.When he was about to leave Beijing, he had handed over the reply letter to Ji Yong, but at this moment he had the idea of ​​writing a letter again, but it went out in a flash.

Shi Yu and Le Zhu made up their bedding and slept in front of his couch as usual, and they have been doing this for the convenience of serving him at night along the way.It's just because they worked so hard during the day and they were all asleep at this time, if he got up, he would definitely alarm them.

Wen Zhuo sighed softly, calculating in his mind how much of the journey to Ranzhou was left.It took them nearly ten days to get out of Shangjing, and there was still half the distance to the west, but the weather was getting colder, and it would be even more difficult to walk if there was heavy snow on the road.He also complained in his heart, hating that his body was injured by the brain-dead original owner, and he became like a sick girl, but then he thought that it was not the original owner's death, I am afraid that he has already reincarnated by now, where would it be his turn? Come to be the son of this world.

He thought of Yin Hecheng's unspeakable sweetness, and suddenly his thoughts wandered, imagining the situation of His Royal Highness Luo Wang who was far away in Langzhou.The wind and snow were picking up outside, and the cold wind was beating on the half-old window lattices. This inn may have been around for many years, and there were always many weak places making slight noises in this snowy night.The cold wind penetrated into the house from various gaps. Although there was a heater in the room, it couldn't resist the cold air and made his mind clearer.

Wen Zhuo listened to the wind, thinking that Yin Hecheng must be sleeping now, and he didn't know what happened to the battle in Langzhou.

At this time, he gradually came to his senses. The dream in the afternoon probably told him that he would never go back, just like that dim old house has become a distant dream, which cannot be regained.

And what is in front of him is his responsibility, just like King Luo and the soldiers guarding his country in Langzhou, like the servants and guards guarding him, people have to find their own position to become themselves, otherwise they will be the same as ghosts what?He didn't want to experience the feeling of not being watched anymore.

However, when he heard the sound of wind and snow, he suddenly felt something was wrong.