Dream Hua Embers Records

Two young servants picked up the charcoal from the charcoal stove and stacked it one by one on the bottom of Linglong Stove, and the other two young servants agitated the bellows to burn the charcoal until it was red.

Putting on the mask and taking out some pills over there, and warming them up on the smoker cage, the pills are like a plaster, softened and slightly sticky.Dai Zihe took those long poles, glued the ingots to the ends of the long poles, inserted them into the small holes on the Linglong stove, carefully adjusted the angle so that the ingots could touch the corresponding acupoints, and then sealed the gaps with white plaster Reality.

Because Yan Yin wanted to expose her injured arm, she put a porcelain pillow under her body and sat up high. If the long poles wanted to touch the correct acupuncture points, they had to be inserted from bottom to top at an angle.A long slanted pole looks like a pile of firewood, but Yan Yin seems to be set on the firewood to be burned at the stake.The charcoal fire was burning red, and the room was getting hotter and hotter, and there was a faint scent of medicine floating out from the gaps on the edges of the wooden boards.

The more Yan Qihao watched, the more worried he became, rubbing his hands, fidgeting, "Wouldn't this be steaming people?"

Dai Zihe inserted the last long pole, and said with a smile, "No, the through hole between the liquid medicine and the upper layer can only be found along the wall of the stove, and the steam will not directly rush to people. The curvature of the shape is very delicate, allowing the hot air to circulate along the stove wall and around the person, so that the person will not be burned, and there is this..." Speaking of this, Dai Zi and the big man who took the hand from the servant A copper pot, a layer of water droplets condensed on the outside of the copper pot, and the inside should be cold water that has just been poured.

Dai Zihe raised the copper pot high and poured water on the back of Yan Yin's neck.

Yan Qihao was shocked, and was about to reach out to stop it, only to find a thin pottery tube protruding from Yan Yin's back, and the water was pouring into Linglong Stove along the pottery tube.

Dai Zihe explained, "This pipe is connected to a cavity under his body. Cold water can be poured into it to cool down. There is a drain below to drain the hot water and replace the cold water constantly, but..." Dai Zihe He pondered for a while, "Today he has something under his body, the cooling effect is not as good as usual, I'm afraid this child will suffer more."

"Master, I'm not afraid of the heat, I'm fine." Yan Yin rested her chin on her uninjured arm, "Brother Die, go and set up the mattresses and tables, and bring some candied pears and tea for snacks. Father and master are resting. Get some more ice, the room is hot, don't bore everyone."

Those young servants quickly set up tables to eat, but Yan Qihao refused to move, just stood beside Linglong Stove.

"Father, you and Master go sit and rest, it will take three hours, you can't stand all the time."

"It takes three hours?!" Yan Qihao was very surprised.

Dai Zihe nodded, and let Yan Qihao behind the table.

The two of them drank tea and ate snacks in silence, and the atmosphere suddenly became somewhat inexplicably awkward.

Yan Yin smiled at Brother Die and asked, "Have you ever read a book?"

Brother Die nodded, "I've read it a bit."

"Can you memorize which part?"

"Can recite "Zhuangzi"."

"This is strange. Didn't Kaimeng learn the Four Books and Five Classics first? Why do you learn "Zhuangzi" first?"

"Daddy asked me to learn it. He said that we have fallen into this situation now. The more we study the Four Books and Five Classics, the more angry we become. It would be better to read Lao Zhuang to broaden our minds. He also said that the official family also loved "Zhuangzi" the most. ..." When the young man said this, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, his face turned pale, and he quickly knelt down and kowtowed.

Yan Yin knew the customs of Southern Zhao, and often referred to the emperor as an "official family". Although it was a bit inappropriate to mention Zhao Suzong on this occasion, it was not a serious crime of beheading. Brother Die was so frightened that he had never Be treated less harshly.Yan Yin felt pity in her heart, and hurriedly said, "Get up, get up! You are right, why are you so trembling, Su Zong is quite a bit of a fairy, and he is really different from us ordinary people."

Hearing Yanyin's kind tone, Brother Die stopped and stood up slowly.

"Your father, where are you now?"

Brother Die lowered his head, "I was sold to Korea..."

"He used to be?"

"Nanping County King."

Yan Yin sighed softly, "Then you can recite a passage of "Zhuangzi" and I will listen to it."

Brother Die nodded, "There is a fish in the North, and its name is Kun. Kun is so big, I don't know how many thousands of miles away it is. When it turns into a bird, its name is Peng. The back of a Peng, I don't know how many thousands of miles away it is. Anger And Fei..." Wei Wei had a somewhat girder accent.

"...Its wings are like clouds hanging from the sky. It is a bird, and the sea will migrate to Nanming. The Nanming is also Tianchi..." Yan Yin's recitation also joined in.

The clear and clear voice unique to young people echoed clearly in this small room. The voice was like two birds flapping their wings and chasing carefreely in the blue sky and vast sea.

"...Therefore, it is said: All people have no self, gods and men have no merit, and saints have no name." After reciting a chapter, the lingering sound lingers.

Brother Die didn't know whether he should continue reciting, so he raised his eyes to see Yan Yin's face.But Yan Yin closed her eyes slightly, biting her lips lightly, her forehead was densely covered with beads of sweat.

"Yin'er!" Seeing this, Yan Qihao rushed forward and grabbed Yan Yin's hand.

"Father..." Yan Yin's eyes widened, "I'm fine, just a little drowsy, like soaking in a hot spring for a long time, I'm fine."

Dai Zihe also came over, pushed away Yan Qihao's hand, pulled Yan Yin's wrist, and felt for his pulse.

Yan Yin squeezed out a smile, "Master, I'm fine, I'm just a little tired, I'll call you if I need something."

Dai Zihe kept a straight face and didn't answer, but just ordered the boy to pour out the water that was used for cooling, and then add some cold water.

Dai Zihe walked behind Yan Yin, and uncovered the silk tapestry.

The whip wound on Yan Yin's back stabbed Yan Qihao's eyes again.It may be because of the steam, the red marks are bigger and more convex than before, and the skin is stretched as if it is about to burst.

"Yin'er, I'm afraid your back injury is not in a good condition." Dai Zihe said in a deep voice.

"It's okay, Master, I feel fine, there's nothing serious." Yan Yin's whole body was fixed, and she didn't dare to move a little, so she could only twist her neck slightly, and said to Dai Zihe.

Dai Zihe stretched out a finger and poked hard at a wound, Yan Yin was caught by surprise and cried out.

Yan Qihao was shocked, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop him.

But seeing that Dai Zihe had already withdrawn his hand, he said coldly, "You can beat me, but I can't touch it?" Turning around, he poked Yan Yin's temple again, "You brat, just be brave!"

"Master..." Yan Yin expressed her dissatisfaction with her tone.

Dai Zihe sighed deeply, and applied medicine to the wound behind Yan Yin, but there was nothing he could do to the part below the shoulder blade that was buried in Linglong Stove.

The author has something to say: it’s all imagination, I don’t know if Linglong Stove is like this