Yang Jin Enters Beijing

I climbed onto Kardorji’s back, and he touched the ground with a waist knife and walked towards the camp. I patted him on the shoulder and asked, “Would you like to tell the post first?” You cannot leave the post at will during the post. of.

"I'm not in charge," Gardorji said. "I came out to practice listening and archery in the rain."

"Oh, so it is like this!" I said that I usually arrange guards, and no one has ever dared to arrange shifts for Garduoji.

"Okay, let's go."

"Go to my place first. I have good medicine there. Bandage your wound first."

"That's good." Although this knife is not serious, it is not something that two mouthfuls of saliva can solve.

I leaned on Garduoji's shoulders and pointed him in the direction, but there was no need to point him out. He walked very smoothly by relying on his memory and hearing ability.

Kardorji lives in a single courtyard by himself, the place is quite spacious and clean, not like the pigsty where our brothers lived.

Garduoji found a box from the luggage and gave it to me, "Apply externally and take internally."

I opened it and saw a box of medicine powder in yellow, green and green.

Pick up a little bit with your fingers, put it under your nose and smell it, then lick it, and said happily: "Rhodiola rosea, pearl powder, agate powder, woody fragrance..." I listed more than a dozen drug names in a row, all of which were specialized. Good medicine for treating trauma, hemostasis, enriching blood, invigorating blood and nourishing blood.

"You know the goods!" Garduoji said with a smile: "I can't see it, you did it yourself."

"No problem, I'll do it myself." I took off my wet clothes, threw them aside, and started to untie the bandage on my shoulder, but my fingers landed on the knot of the bandage and didn't pull it off for a long time.

"What's wrong?" Kardorji asked after listening to the movement on my side.

"This wound has been treated with medicine before, and it is also a good medicine. Don't waste it, just let it be." I said.After speaking, I picked up the wet clothes and prepared to put them on again.

But as soon as the clothes touched my body, I felt a chill go straight to the bones, and I couldn't stop shivering from the cold.

I am a person who has been seriously ill, and I immediately feel that something is wrong.

"Gal Dorje, I'm cold."

Kardorji reached out and tried my forehead, then touched my ice-cold hand, "You have a fever."

I sighed, "What's this called? Chaba's life, the queen's body?"

"Ha!" Gardorji helped me to his bed, and wrapped me in his thick robe, "Don't leave tonight, just sleep here overnight."

"It can only be this way."

Kardorji also took off his wet robe, and found a place to hang it together with mine.Then climbed into bed too, and lay down beside me.

I was exhausted, but probably because I slept too much during the day, I couldn’t fall asleep for a while, I felt my throat was itchy, my mouth was dry, I coughed twice, and suddenly I wanted to drink butter tea: Just drink butter tea."

"I have ghee and tea leaves ready." Garduoji said to get up, "You wait, I'll fetch water."

"You don't need to go out to fetch water, just catch some rainwater." I said.

"That's right." Garduoji took a copper pot to collect water under the eaves.

But just now, when the rain was heavy, it seemed to be pouring heavily, but now it wanted to catch water, but it was small again, beating the copper pot listlessly.

"I'd better go out to fetch water, when will I receive it," Gardorji said.

"I'll go with you." I got up wrapped in my robe.

"Lie down and don't move. I walked around with my eyes closed in the barracks. I couldn't get to the well ten steps away and I still tripped over." After Garduoji finished speaking to me, he turned his head and went to get the copper pot under the eaves. , Unexpectedly, I tripped over the threshold under my feet.

"Haha!" I laughed.

Kardorji got up from the ground and also laughed, "This is called talking big."

I pulled him in the past and walked to the well outside the house.

The well is a common Lulu well here in the Central Plains.

I threw the wooden bucket tied with the well rope into the well, and Garduoji shook the reel, twisted up a bucket of water, and filled the copper pot.

I went back to the house with the copper pot in my arms, trying to boil the buttered tea, but found that I couldn’t because there was nothing to light the fire.

This is not Tubo. No matter in spring or summer, there is always a fire in the fire pond. Although there is a stove here, it has not been used for many years. Not to mention the fire, it is clean without even ash. Now it is wet outside, and there is nowhere to find firewood. .

"I can't help it, you just drink cold water." Garduoji stuffed the copper pot into my arms.

I picked up the copper pot, took a sip from the spout, and praised: "Oh, what a delicious butter tea, the best butter tea I've ever had in my life!"

"You are confused." Garduoji took the copper pot, took a sip, and then praised loudly: "It is really delicious butter tea, and it is also the best butter tea I have ever drunk in my life!"

"Don't drink it all up, give me some more." I snatched it back and took two big gulps, "It's delicious."

Kardorji snatched it back again and took two gulps, "It's delicious!"

After both of us drank cold water, my head began to sink, "Gal Dorje, let me tell you a story." I supported my heavy head like a stone with my hands and said to him.

"You can't keep your eyes open, and you still have the spirit to tell stories?" He pulled my head over and let it rest on his shoulder.

"The holy lake at the top of the Kawabog Snow Mountain is connected to the road to the sky. There is a goddess of Tianyin in the sky, and the goddess of Tianyin has two loyal eagles... Once she flew to the world in a flying eagle, Falling in love with a cowherd in the world..., one day the wind and snow were blowing..., the flying eagle broke its wings and fell to the sky, and the goddess fell to death..."

"I've heard the story before." Kardorji said, "But it's different from what you told. There's nothing about the eagle in the story."

"Hehehehe..." I smiled dryly, and licked my lips that were still dry despite being poured with cold water.

"Even if there is such an infatuated eagle, that eagle will not shed tears when it dies for the goddess." Kardorji said: "The eagle slave just did what it should do, and it completed it with its own life. The mission of being a loyal servant, and guarding the love in his heart until the end of his life, is fulfilled, and he will smile at Jiuquan."

"You think so?" I closed my eyes, resting my head on Kardorji's shoulder, thinking in a daze. It is said that Galdorji's ancestor was the reincarnated hero of the Great Jinpeng under the seat of Master Padmasambhava, and also the ancestor of the eagle. Future generations, will eagles and eagles have similar ideas?

"The so-called seeking benevolence and gaining benevolence." Garduoji said: "Myths and legends are not meant to make people fear and sad. They are spread to sing about pure love, faithful belief, and broad and tolerant feelings."

"Gal Dorje, I feel that you are different from before." I said.I still remember how he used to be, always raising his eyebrows and hanging his eyes, a very flat look.But now he will wait with the arrow because the dragonfly stops, and he will use the tone of singing a poem, talking about pure love and broad and tolerant feelings.

"I used to target you on purpose and bully you on purpose," Gardorji said.

"Why are you targeting me?" I asked.

"Nobles need a reason to target a slave and intentionally bully him?" He replied.

"Oh!" I forgot about this recently.

"Hehe." Gal Dorje laughed, "Actually, the first time I saw you, I felt as if I had seen you somewhere, and it seemed as if you still owed me something."

"Hehe, that's what I owed in my previous life." I yawned and finally fell asleep uncontrollably.

In a daze, the discomfort became severe, and the whole body was shivering from the cold.

A pair of arms hugged me tightly, and a pair of warm and dry hands clasped my cold, ice-like hands in their palms.

……

Let's talk about Dragon Fourteen on the other end.

Long Shishi was walking in the rain, feeling very bad, he wanted to find a place to drink.

At this time a person came to him.

Seeing this person, Long Shisi called out in his heart: "The eighth woman!" This person is Li Yunsuo.This person is not only an eighth wife, but also a professional eighth wife.

"Come with me, I'll buy you a drink." The professional eighth woman said.

Long Shishi dislikes Li Yunsuo who specializes in lifting other people's coffin boards and revealing their old background.But Li Yunsuo does have good wine, and his job as an eighth wife guarantees him that no matter who hides the good wine in the wine cellar, or buries it in the vegetable garden, or stuffs it under his kang, it will be sold. He pulled it out.

So although Long Shisi didn't like Li Yunsuo very much, he still readily accepted when this person asked for a drink.If Long Shisi said he has any hobbies, the first is good martial arts, and the second is good wine.

The two walked for a while in the rain and came to a small restaurant.

The store is very small, there are not many tables inside, and maybe because of the heavy rain, the whole store is empty, only one table is seated.

Meals and an open jar of wine have already been set on the occupied table.Wine is good wine.This Long Shisi smelled the aroma of wine as soon as he entered the door, but when he saw the three people sitting at the table again, he turned around and left.Because if Li Yunsuo is a professional eighth woman, then these three people are non-professional eighth women.Moreover, he is the kind of person who has already admired Hachi's interest to the bone.

"Don't go, don't go." Li Yunsuo quickly stopped him.

And one of the middle-aged scribes among the three people sitting at the table took out a fan and began to fan the wine jar, and the wind was directed towards Long Shisi.

"Excellent Shaoxing Nurhong! 30-year-old wine!" said one of the three, an old man who looked no less than 70 years old, twirling his beard.

"Looking for you to have a drink, it scares you, what's the matter?" the youngest of the three, wearing a short embroidered waistcoat and a short skirt with a bunch of gold earrings on his ears, said, On the other hand, come to pull the dragon fourteen.

Finally, Long Shisi sat down hesitantly under the push and pull of Li Yunsuo and the gold earring, and under the hook and hook of Shaoxing Nurhong.

As he sat down, he cursed in his heart: These four wretches!

Among the four wives, the one holding the fan and fanning wine is Gao Fengnian, the old man is Chen Qiming, and the one wearing a small waistcoat and short skirt is of course Dian Wang Feng Jiayi.

These four people on a rainy day didn't say they went home and put their arms around their wives, so why did they trick me here?Long Shishi pondered in his heart.

But speaking of these four people..., Long Shisi went through the situation of these four people's homes in his mind.Li Yunsuo is in his forties and hasn't married a wife yet; Chen Qiming's wife has been dead for more than ten years and hasn't remarried; Feng Jiayi is short-sleeved, and Feng's roots may be broken in his generation; as for Gao Fengnian , others are without him too much.

Don't look at him as a gentleman, but he is definitely a womanizer, with a lot of wives and concubines. He once threatened to marry as many as a hundred in his life.

I know these things were mentioned by the boss when I was drinking with him three years ago, but the boss is not an eighth wife, the boss knows himself and the enemy.

Why!It's really not easy for the boss to say, he has to deal with Rongdi and Japanese pirates externally, and these eight wives internally!

When Long Shisi was thinking this way, Li Yunsuo, a professional eighth woman, had already picked up the wine jar and filled a bowl with wine.

As soon as Long Shishi picked up the wine bowl to drink, Feng Jiayi, an amateur eighth woman, tapped his bowl with chopsticks, scratching her ears and scratching her cheeks, and asked, "Quickly tell me, is Yang Jin Long Yue?"