After raising the emperor, he always wanted to marry me

In the military medical office, in the three large medicine furnaces that were temporarily built.

Pei Yiheng half-kneeled in front of a basket of herbs with his sleeves rolled up, lowered his head and picked out the twigs and shoots that could be used in medicine among the dense and swollen hemp in the basket, and looked up from time to time to the person who was sitting on the main seat and was preparing the soup. Miracle doctor Su Changru.

For more than a month, Su Che has spent about six of the twelve hours a day in this pharmacy, making medicines, dispensing medicines, and consulting medical books. And the generals who fell into madness.

Xiong Hu, who was the first to suffer from the disease, has basically recovered now. He only needs to take Guben Decoction every day to restore his physical strength. The situation of Han Taifu, who has saved hundreds of thousands of troops by himself, is not optimistic.

Because the time of using Ponceau japonica was too long, and the dose of active inhalation was too large, the drug addiction of Ponceau chinensis seemed to be camped on this person. After a long time, there was no improvement. Pain.

"Sir, you...you...don't blame me?" Pei Yiheng put down his sleeves rolled up on his forearms, pushed away the herbs that were being sorted in front of him, knelt down and sat beside Su Che, and said bravely.

"What am I blaming you for?" Su Che still didn't raise his head, squinting his eyes and sipping a stick of dried herbal medicine with a foolish face, as if trying to find a way to solve the current predicament.

"It's because I'm not good at learning, and I didn't prevent these dirty things from getting into the barracks. It's also the Li Chunhua I used for Taifu Han...Sir...I..." Pei Yiheng started talking and couldn't stop it. He was full of guilt, Filled with self-blame, he knows that his secret is not a secret. His mentor must have known it a long time ago, but instead of saying anything, he even helped him hide it.

"I know what kind of person he is. I can't even stop him from what he wants to do, let alone you." Su Che tasted the bitterness of the herbs in his mouth, and sighed, "He has been like this since he was a child. We must do what we set out in our hearts, and no one can stop it. We grew up together in Baiming Mountain, and he was strong in everything, and his eyes were full of those Jiangshan Sheji that Mr. said. In the face of big right and wrong, he never I didn't think about myself, he is such a person, as if written in a book, but also like a painting in a painting. Sometimes I also think that he and Mr. Yi are probably gods who sacrificed their lives to save suffering, just born sooner or later. .”

"But..." Pei Yiheng's eyes were filled with tears, and thousands of words were choked in his throat.

"But what's the matter? Have you finished sifting out all the herbs? And today's Guyuan soup is ready? You haven't finished your work yet, but you talk a lot. If you are so free, go and help the Huotou army light the fire." Su Che interrupted Pei Yiheng's further impassionedness, and ended the topic on the actual facts in front of him.

It's not that he's too cruel, it's that he really can't hear Pei Yiheng's sad tone.

When he cries, he's messed up.

Pei Yiheng swallowed his saliva in an instant, swallowed the words stuck in his throat together with his saliva, and sat down in front of the herb basket honestly to continue picking.

***

Darkness and coldness are what Han Mochu has seen the most these days.

It was difficult for him to perceive everything in the outside world, as if he had fallen into a long and painful nightmare.

In this nightmare, all his defenses were removed, and all the sufferings he had experienced were magnified hundreds or even thousands of times.

He dreamed of his mother, that beautiful and gentle peasant girl who was bitten into a pile of minced meat by a group of monsters with green faces and fangs. The arm was constantly exploring towards him, and the mournful and sharp voice called out: "My son, my son."

He was so young that he was so frightened by this scene that he retreated again and again, suddenly there was a sharp pain in his chest, the sharp knives in the hands of those monsters pierced him, and more sharp knives pierced his body, he struggled in pain, desperately He had to twist himself into a twist, and the monsters got annoyed and threw him off the point of the knife.He just fell off the tip of the knife, and that face proved that the mistress had strangled his throat and snarled fiercely: "You bastard! You bastard! Go to hell, bastard!"

"Let... let go... let me go... please..."

In the king's tent, the king, Gu Xiu, leaned heavily on the tent's temporary camp couch, hugging the man in extreme pain tightly, trying to keep him immobile with both arms, so as not to hurt himself.

Since the armor cannot be removed in the army, in order not to hurt the man, he put a soft quilt in his arms, but even so, the man in his arms was still pale and kept talking.

Because he couldn't eat, the person in his arms became thin to a bone in just a dozen days, his cheeks and cheeks on both sides were sunken, and his eye sockets were so deep that he seemed to be of barbarian blood.

During this period of time, he almost only slept for two hours a day.

Except for dealing with necessary military affairs and directing battles, he has always stayed by Han Mochu's side, sitting and forgetting to eat and sleep. Only when he is extremely sleepy, he will hastily close his eyes, wake up after a short sleep, and continue to guard this person around.

He knew that Han Mochu's current dream was his unbearable past. He had a suit of armor but couldn't break into his nightmare. He could only watch helplessly as the master who had always been a barrier for him was helpless in his arms. Hustle, the pain was so painful that the blue veins bulged, and the thin lips were bitten to pieces because of the pain, the scabs mixed with blood, even the softest kiss would be painful.After a long time, he took off his wristband, rolled up one sleeve and waited. When Han Mochu was enduring the pain, he directly handed his wrist to his lips, making him bite himself hard, so as to beat him up a thousand points. One's pain is shifted onto oneself.

This is the only thing he can do right now, which can relieve this person's pain a little.

No, there is one more thing.

That is to give Han Mochu medicine.

The first time, the whole bowl of medicine was knocked over by Han Mochu.

The second time, more than half of the medicine was vomited out by Han Mochu, and the vomited medicine juice was mixed with blood and stomach acid.Then he closed his eyes and whispered tremblingly with his lips: "Bitter...too bitter..."

He took a sip quietly, it was a bit bitter, but Han Mochu had also eaten more bitter medicines.

For example, when he went out with him for the first time, he used the decoction to treat whiplash.

At that time, Han Mochu usually drank it all in one gulp, not even eating half a candied fruit to relieve suffering.

Su Che told him that Han Mochu was very resistant to taking medicine when he was a child, and in order to resist taking medicine, he rarely even got sick.Now he has fallen into a coma, and all his fears will be maximized in his blurred consciousness, but Gu Xiu must be ruthless to pour these medicines twice a day, and these medicines can keep him alive when he does not eat. his life.

"Help me, I'm about to drown..." This is what Han Mochu yelled most often when he was choking on drugs.

"You won't drown because you're in my arms." Gu Xiu would usually hold a bowl and respond to Han Mochu's call for help with a deadpan expression.

When these words came out, even Gu Xiu himself felt that he was a complete idiot.

Han Mochu in his arms couldn't hear what he said at all, he could only feel the bitter medicine pouring from his throat, aggravating the pain in his dream for no reason.

Such a dry word of consolation was not so much comforting Han Mochu as comforting himself.

Gu Xiu was born in the Northern Wilderness. The members of the Yun family are all iron-blooded and ambitious soldiers, and their biological mother is also an invincible general.Born among the snow-covered mountains, he developed his inarticulate character.

Over the years, Han Mochu was by his side and never needed him to say anything to fully understand what he was thinking, and sometimes he even understood himself better than himself.

He wanted to say a lot to Han Mochu, but he never really said it once.

The sober Han Mochu seemed to be able to know everything in his mind just by looking into his eyes, and then told him: "You don't need to say anything, I understand everything."

He always smiles with crooked eyebrows, like a cunning little fox.

Gu Xiu has been attached to that smiling face since he was a teenager, and this smiling face has satisfied all his expectations of family affection, confidant and lover.Whether it's the raging battlefield or the turbulent court, as long as he looks at him, he can always feel extremely at ease.

I don't know how long it took for Han Mochu, who was struggling in his arms, to gradually calm down, and the entire Wang Tent fell into an extreme silence.

Concentrating for a long time made Gu Xiu's nerves tense, and the extremely quiet environment would undoubtedly magnify such tiredness, and gradually Gu Xiu's eyelids relaxed.

Together and down, one piece and one close, completely fell into silence between one breath and one breath.

These days Gu Xiu seldom dreams, because the sleep time is too short, there is no chance of falling into a dream.

I don't know what happened today, he actually had a dream for no reason.

In the dream, a gray-bearded, fairy-like old man looked down at him with a birthday stick in his hand, and said to him: "Son, you can rest assured and sleep for a while, Ziran will get better."

"It will get better? I just don't know when it will get better." Gu Xiu in the dream is still persistently awake: "Or, can you tell me how to save him? Seeing your appearance, sir, you must have some background .”

"I have no background, I just told you that he will be fine and someone will save him. Aren't you already saving him?"

Gu Xiu was full of confusion, and wanted to go up to ask for clarification, but the old man in front of him suddenly turned into a shimmering light with mist, and disappeared before his eyes.

"Yun Chi."

Gu Xiu was shocked by the sudden sound, and he woke up as quickly as possible, like a keen wolf king.

"Zi Ran, you called me?" Gu Xiu calmed down his violently beating heart, rubbed his sore eyelids, saw the man struggling in his arms in the flickering white light, sat up, and pressed his palms together his cheeks.

"Yes, I want tea."

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感谢在2021-10-1323:11:31~2021-10-2716:43:34期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: 2 bottle of rabbit who is stewing snake soup;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!