It's hard to seal a fool

When Song Qingming woke up, he was in darkness.

He stretched out his hand to touch it, touched the gauze over his eyes for a moment, and held his wrist with one hand.

"Zhao Xi..."

"I'm here."

"What's wrong with my eyes?" Song Qingming smiled and asked him in a low voice, "Why don't you just scratch the skin, why do you need to wrap it in gauze?"

There was a tremor in his voice that he hadn't noticed.

"There is poison on the arrow and it scratched your eye socket. I'll apply an antidote to you." Qin Shou's voice was next to his ear, "Don't worry, just wake up."

Qin Shou sighed, it's not good to be a doctor, he was injured all over his body, and he was pulled out of the house by Zhao Xi, he was so angry that Anhe almost fought him desperately.

"There are so many doctors in the world, don't look for Qin Shou all day long."

"If it wasn't for the doctor in the medical center saying that the young master's eyes would be damaged, would we be able to find Doctor Qin?" Wang Wang retorted in a low voice.

Song Qingming touched the gauze over his eyes, feeling uneasy.

"Don't worry too much. It stands to reason that you can know the result when you wake up..." Qin Shou hesitated.

Zhao Xi glanced at her and said nothing.

Qin Shou helped Song Qingming up, and unwrapped the gauze round and round until it was completely removed.Zhao Xi's figure was reflected in the clear almond eyes, but Song Qingming stared blankly without any reaction.

"Qingming?" Zhao Xi stretched out his hand tremblingly, and waved it in front of Song Qingming.

Song Qingming shook his head, his face was white as paper in an instant, he stretched out his hand to grab something, Zhao Xi hurriedly held his hand. "It's okay, Qin Shou will find a solution."

"Qin Shou is not a god either." An He was still fanning the flames.

"Song Qingming!" The door was pushed open with a slam, and Ning Rong rushed in and went straight to the bed.

"go out."

Several human voices merged together, but there was nothing but voices. Song Qingming held on to Zhao Xi's hand tightly, like a swimmer desperately grasping for a life-saving straw. "How long will it take?"

Zhao Xi looked at Qin Shou silently, and Qin Shou turned his head to look at An He.

Don't look at me like that, An He lip-synced.

Ning Rong stood beside the screen, his body stiffened.

"Qingming, I'm here." Zhao Xi finally bent down, grabbed Song Qingming's hand and pressed it to his cheek, with a deep and mellow voice, "I'm here no matter what happens."

"Zhao Xi, am I blind?"

"It's okay, it's okay." Zhao Xi awkwardly wiped the corners of his eyes with his fingertips, and kissed carefully, "We'll figure it out, okay?"

There was silence all around.

After a long time, Song Qingming fell asleep again.

Zhao Xi quietly went out of the house, punched the pillars of the verandah with his fist, propped his forehead and beat himself over and over again, while Ning Rong watched quietly through the window of the wing room.

"What happened to his leg?"

"I was beaten by the King of Jin. Fortunately, the bones were not broken. After a few days of recuperation, I was able to stand up." Qin Shou sat at the table and drank the cold tea, feeling a sigh of relief in his heart.

"Can he still see?"

"It depends on how much the toxin is cleared, but," Qin Shou lowered his head, "seeing how he wakes up, it should be impossible to return to his previous state."

"What do you mean?" Ning Rong frowned, "I won't be blind but I can't be completely well either?"

Qin Shou raised his head, "His riding and shooting skills, how many people in the whole martial arts can surpass him? When he was 16 years old, he could hit a flying eagle with an arrow in Spring Hunting, but now he is only in his twenties , I’m afraid you won’t even be able to see the fifty-step arrow target clearly.”

Ning Rong's fingertips trembled quietly, his heart throbbing and he couldn't speak.

"It's not terrible to die. It's okay to be blind alone, but when he finds that he can no longer do what he is best at..." Qin Shou lowered his eyes, "That kind of pain is worse than death .”

On the bed, Song Qingming slowly opened his eyes.

The night came quietly, but for Song Qingming, it didn't make much difference.The room was still quiet, maybe someone was guarding him, but he didn't dare to make any movement around him, for fear of irritating him.

He sat up with his hands up.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Xi's voice was next to his ear.

Song Qingming shook his head, "It's enough to lie down, it's no fun to lie down any more."

"The army has captured Yancheng, the king of Wu has surrendered, and General Zhuangwu is now going to take advantage of the victory to recover Hexi. They all think that you were injured after leading the army into the city, and they want to see you very much." Ning Rong suddenly said, "This Is that what you want to hear?"

"What's the point of talking about military affairs at this time? It's so boring." Qin Shou poured a cup of tea, walked over and handed it to Song Qingming's lips, "Here, it's warm."

"Master, do you want to congratulate me? There is a spittoon here."

"What's the matter, you really don't think of Qin Shou as a woman." An He's voice moved from far to near, pulling Qin Shou to go out.

Song Qingming suddenly lowered his head and smiled.

"What's the matter, man, why are you still laughing?" Qin Shou touched his forehead, and Zhao Xi patted her hand.

"It's okay." Song Qingming raised the corners of his lips, "I just didn't expect you to be here."

"Hmph, this military doctor has really let go of his words. If you don't heal your eyes, I, Qin Shou, will take the surname of your prince!"

"Qin Shou, this king has the surname of the emperor."

"Well, the lord and princess are also the same surname." Wang Wang added in a low voice.

Song Qingming leaned on the beam of the bed, listening to them chatting around, even Zhao Xi rarely talked more.For a while, it seemed that he was not so depressed.

There were many shadows of candles, and the candle flames were flickering on the edge of the window sill, Song Qingming narrowed his eyes slightly.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Xi sensed that something was wrong, and touched his cheek.

"Zhao Xi, is there a candlestick over there?"

Everyone looked at that place in unison, looking at each other in blank dismay.

"God bless, young master, you, can you see it?" Wang Wang tentatively asked.

He narrowed his eyes and looked hard, "There is a little light."

Several people were happy, An He sat at the table, unable to figure out what they were excited about, but there was an envious look in their eyes unconsciously.

"The young master will definitely get better slowly!"

Song Qingming asked about the time, and drove them all back until late at night. Qin Shouan went back to the inner courtyard, expecting to say that he would stay at the door and guard. Zhao Xi naturally took off his outer robe and squeezed into the bed, but He was invited out by Song Qingming.

"It's the first time you've treated me like this." Zhao Xi's eyes were deep, and he grabbed his hand and touched his face, "Is it because this king's appearance doesn't please General Song anymore?"

Song Qingming touched his eyes and lips, leaned up and kissed the tip of his nose. "I've always liked it tight."

"The perverted thief, that king is so generous tonight, I'll let you get away with it once."

"You don't have to worry about me." Song Qingming smiled. It was the first time he saw Zhao Xi like this. He must have said such indecent words, and now even the tips of his ears were red. "Only for one night, I can do it by myself."

"That's good." Zhao Xi gave him a final hug and stood up, "I sleep in the next room, so call me if you have anything to do."

"it is good."

The moon slanted against the window paper, and the sound leaked out. Song Qingming just sat quietly on the bedside like a sculpture, without sleep all night.

Only when the candles were all burned out, and the white candle tears condensed on the candlestick, he slowly opened his eyes, and the window was slightly lit.He raised his hand to cover his right eye, and the world was pitch black.

He put down his hand again, and the light was still shining slightly by the window.

Song Qingming got up from the bed, half-fumbled to pick up the clothes hanging on the wood, and put them on one by one. He combed his hair, put on a hair crown, and put on a crane cloak.

Just waiting for everything to be ready, he picked up the bow and arrow on the wall and slowly opened the door.

By the door, Wang Wang fell asleep, and he really guarded the door all night.

Song Qingming stepped on the snow step by step and walked to the courtyard where King Jin practiced martial arts. The courtyard was covered with snow and no one cleaned it, and the fifty-step archery target was still erected in place.

He took out the oolong iron ridge arrow, drew the iron bow to the full, and the arrow hit the string, his posture was perfect and impeccable.

However, in his eyes, the target was a blur.

Song Qingming aimed and aimed again until his palms were sweating, when he heard someone shouting from a distance, Song Qingming!

With a sound, the arrow left the string.

He suddenly threw away the bowstring, turned a deaf ear, strode towards the archery target, Ning Rong rushed up to grab him, "Be sober!", he shook off Ning Rong's hand again.The snow was so deep that he fell into it. He got up again and walked towards the target until he touched the target. He stretched out his hand to touch the target little by little, but there was only the dent left by the arrow practiced before. , not a long arrow on it.

The arrow missed the target.

Song Qingming slammed his fist on the target and roared angrily, "Why! Why are you doing this to me!"

Ning Rong stared blankly, and finally realized what Qin Shou meant.

After a long time, heavy snow began to fall again.

Ning Rong and Song Qingming sat quietly under the arrow target.

"Don't you always want to know why I treat you differently than others?" Ning Rong looked at him.

Song Qingming moved but didn't speak.

"It's quite embarrassing to say it, not to mention, I think you should have forgotten it." Ning Rong lowered his head and laughed at himself, "I used to be the first-class student of the Imperial College, and that was when I was more than ten years old. "

"Guozijian?" Song Qingming leaned on the target, his voice hoarse, "I went there too."

"Yes, you were sent here by your father's force. In order to be persuaded to quit, you fought, skipped class and fought crickets. You didn't do anything." Ning Rong looked up at Xueluo and recalled, "I remember you , I envied you very much at that time, you are only so young, you have a father and a mother, you don’t come to class if you don’t want to. But I’m different.”

"My parents died when I was young, and I was sent to my second uncle. I had to be outstanding so that I could succeed in the officialdom without relying on my second uncle. At that time, I was aloof and arrogant, studying hard, and was squeezed out by many dudes .”

"I don't remember you."

"But I remember you." Ning Rong turned his head and looked at him seriously, "That time in Ningjing's Danlian Lane, I was besieged in the alley by disciples from several aristocratic families. They beat and humiliated me and regarded me as a joke. Tool of……"

"I've never done that before." Song Qingming tried hard to remember and shook his head.

"Of course you haven't done that! Because you are the one who saved me."

Ning Rong closed his eyes, and could still see Song Qingming rushing against the light that day, kicking the leader away, stuffing the cricket into the man's mouth, forcing him to kneel and kowtow to apologize.

"Hey, Song Qingming, why meddle in so much business?" Hua Youdao leaned against the wall, "Your mother will beat you again when you go back."

"Master, I am happy!"

Song Qingming cleaned up the children of the aristocratic families one by one, and Ning Buqing went into the alley to help Ning Rong. "Why are you, Cousin Rong?"

"Song Qingming, let me introduce you, this is my cousin Ning Rong!"

He turned around with the dog's tail grass in his mouth, and patted Ning Rong on the shoulder in an angry manner, "Wei Guogong's mansion, Song Qingming!"

The snow fell into Song Qingming's palm and gradually melted.He smiled and shook his head, "Sorry, I really don't remember."

"It's okay, it's just a small thing when I was young." Ning Rong lowered his head, concealed the gloom in his eyes, and turned his head to look at Song Qingming with a smile, "It's just that I want to talk about talent, not how much he can do alone, but How much he alone can bring to many people."

Song Qingming shrugged.

"You learn to ride and shoot, and practice this good skill, is it for the sake of showing off?"

"No."

"What's that for?"

Song Qingming was silent, but suddenly understood.His Adam's apple moved slightly, but he still didn't make a sound in the end.

Ning Rong stood up and saw Zhao Xi standing quietly outside the courtyard with snow covering his shoulders.He lowered his body and patted Song Qingming's shoulder again, "Go back early, someone may still miss you."

He walked out of the yard and stopped, "Aren't you going in?"

"He wants to be alone." Zhao Xi's voice was flat.

"You do understand him." Ning Rong smiled lightly and walked past Zhao Xi. "Things in the world follow the flowing water, and it is a dream floating in life. I am melancholy about a snow plant in the east, how clear life is."

Zhao Xi still didn't move, Ren Xue covered his shoulders, staring at the man under the arrow target in the courtyard for a long time.

The author says:

It's been a long time since I changed it, it's too late...