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Gu Qinghong stepped out of the carriage, reached out to block the glare of the sky, his eyes were red, his eyes were hot. The high fever persists day and night, and he is already supporting his body to the limit.

"No ... nothing ... find some water." He gasped and ordered: "Drink some water and continue on your way! Be sure ... Must be in Yingguo within five days ... Must ..."

He hadn't finished talking, and before his eyes darkened, he immediately fell to the ground. In the ear came the call of the groom, suddenly far away: "Master of the country! Master of the country! ..."

He opened his mouth, and before the darkness completely struck, he seemed to see a goose yellow shadow smiling at him under the sky.

"Wusou ..." He sighed and finally passed out.

...

He had a long dream. He sank into his sleep and sat down under the flower stand in front of the court with his books in hand. The spring breeze was thin, and he could not help but stretch his waist.

"Xiangong ..." The door opened slightly, and he saw her walking with a plate of dishes smiling.

"Mother." He stepped forward with a smile.

"Xiangong, this is the dish you like to eat, all very light and delicious." She rolled up her sleeves to add food to him, and his wrists were like snow, but he saw a stain.

"What's the matter with you, here." He shook her hand, only to find that it was the wound that had been splashed with hot oil, and it had turned red.

She retracted her hand, not thinking: "It's okay, Sangong. Eat it."

The heart seemed to shrink, he insisted on holding the hand, holding it all the time, blocking his heart with a thousand words, trying to say but could not say anything. He knew he was dreaming, so real a dream that he didn't want to wake up.

"Sangong, what's wrong with you?" She smiled as usual, and asked gently, "Sangong, what's wrong with you? ..."

Her face was gradually blurred, and he tried to look at it again, but could not see it anymore.

...

"My son! My son! ..."

"This boy, boy, wake up ..."

Someone kept calling in his ear, a clear spring poured from his mouth, and he finally opened his eyes. In the mist, he saw a clean and simple face.

He woke up and sighed in anger, "What happened to me?"

"My son, you just passed out." The groom wiped the sweat on her face, and pointed at the girl next to him: "If it wasn't for the girl who picked the medicine, my subordinate really didn't know what to do."

Gu Qinghong glanced at the slightly shy village girl in front of her, and nodded: "Thank you for your help."

The village girl blushed: "You don't need to be polite. You just got rid of the water and got high fever, so you just fainted, just take a few pills."

When the groom on the side saw that she knew a little about pharmacology, she wanted her to help. Now she just interfaces: "Can the girl help me to pick some herbs for my son? We will pay for it."

When the village girl heard it, her face turned red, and she waved her hands again and again: "What makes this, how makes it. If Dad knows he will blame me, I'll help you pick some herbs, you wait."

As she said, she hurried up the hill.

"Wait." Gu Qinghong stood up with her hand in her hand, panting, "I wrote a prescription, and the girl helped me take the medicine above."

He said he ordered Mafu to bring a pen and paper, and trembled and wrote a prescription: "Trouble Girl." In a few words, he could not write well. Seeing his weakness, the village girl's eyes were filled with sympathy: "This boy is very ill, so why don't he go to my house to rest ..."

"it is good!"

"no need."

Two opposite sounds came from the mouths of Ma Fu and Gu Qinghong. Gu Qinghong gasped and annoyed, "Time is too late! Don't delay major events because of my illness!"

"But your son's body ..." The groom cried with tears: "Subordinates are also for the son's body!"

The village girl looked at the two of them, shook her head, glanced at the prescription, and turned and went up the mountain: "You have a good discussion, I think this boy is too sick to rush away. What if the person is not good? Nothing can be done, do you think this is the case? "

Gu Qinghong was stunned, could not help but mute.

Three days later, the carriage returned to the road. In the shaking carriage, in addition to Gu Qinghong, who was surrounded by a cloak, there was another girl who was smart and plain.

From time to time, Gu Qinghong coughed, and the **** the side touched his forehead and fed him water and medicine. Gu Qinghong opened his eyes and looked at the busy and busy girl and sighed, "Mrs. Zhou, why are you here? The journey is dangerous and tired. You ..."

"My name is Ali, and my son can call me Ali." She opened her clear eyes and smiled slightly. "Don't drive me away, my father said that the son is a person who wants to do big things. Although Ali doesn't know anything Great thing, but it ’s okay to take care of the son all the way. "

Gu Qinghong lowered his eyes, and he was almost half of his body, but maybe his illness scared his pretend to be a groom. Regardless of the risk of leaking, he told Ali's father Gu Qinghong's identity, asked him to agree, and borrowed his daughter. His attendant girl-in-law is the pear in front of her.

Gu Qinghong sighed, and Junlang's brows were worried.

A pair of warm hands touched his forehead, and he opened his eyes to question. A Li spit out her pink tongue: "The boy sighed again. No wonder the boy is young and has a little white hair. Aye said that the sky is down and there are tall men. So it is not necessary to be so distressed."

Gu Qinghong listened to her crisp voice, and smiled bitterly in her heart, where the heavy task on his shoulder was as simple as she thought.

Suddenly, Ali asked again, "My son, who is Wushuang? I heard the son always crying Wushuang when he had a fever ..."

Her eyes were innocent. With a bang, Gu Qinghong has crushed his cup. A Li was startled.

Gu Qinghong looked up coldly: "Girl Zhou, you have asked too many questions." Sen Leng's anger emanated from his thin body, and A Li had never seen someone so angry and polite and heart-warming cold.

Gu Qinghong loosened his tight palm, and the broken pieces fell with a little blood. He stared out the window and whispered, "It's almost time for Yinguo."

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