Nightfall

The third volume of eventful autumn Chapter V Sang Sang's disease

The black horse-drawn carriage flies through the East City, forcibly opens the Suzaku Gate with two waist cards, and runs along the straight official road to the Southern Academy.

In the compartment, Ning Que held Sang Sang tightly, groping with the right hand in the compartment wall, breathing non-stop. His body is excellent, and the breath is even longer after practicing the noble breath. Naturally, the breathing is not due to fatigue or hard work, but fear-because of the thick bedding, he can also feel that Sang Sang's body has become colder and colder. .

He finally found the small jug he had prepared before. Without any hesitation, he unscrewed the lid with his trembling fingers and handed it to Sang Sang's lips. A strong aroma of wine filled the compartment.

Sang Sang closed his eyes tightly, his sparse eyelashes twitched slightly, his face pale, his slightly gray lips were tightly squeezed, his teeth clenched tightly, and he rather lacked the spirits poured out of the jug. There was no way to enter her. The mouth ran down the corner of her lips and wet the bedding.

Ning Que looked at the dripping wine, her weak face, and her body and mind were occupied by fear, but she was frightened and lowered her head in pain, holding her tighter.

Sang Sang has not been ill for a long time. More precisely, since she left Weicheng and came to Chang'an, she has never been ill again. Today, she is so sick that every time Bining lacks memory. It was terrible to come, so he was frightened and made a decision at the first time. Instead of holding her to the hospital, he took her to the carriage and ran towards the college in the south of the city.

There are no doctors in the academy, but there are teachers and brothers in the academy. Ning Que believes that as long as she arrives at the academy, Sang Sang still breathes, then she will be fine.

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Facts prove that Ning Que's judgment is correct.

He ran into Sang Sang into the cloud and came to the mountain cliff behind the academy. He shouted to the side of the lake. The brothers and sisters who were still asleep suddenly woke up and came out to welcome them. The ones who walked in front were Sister Seven, who was embroidering a fluttering cat before going to bed, and fell asleep with her clothes late at night. At this time, an embroidered needle was still inserted in the bun, and her face was woken up with others by being tired. Angry.

When she saw Ning Que's frightened expression and Sang Sang in his arms, she immediately understood what was happening, and the tiredness and anger on her face suddenly became dignified. She didn't ask Ning Que, but just looked at Sang Sang's pale face, and then pulled out the embroidery needle from the bun, and stabbed four notes in her neck like lightning.

When the needle fell into the wind, Sang Sang Qing ming, still frowning, did not wake up, but the pale color on his face was a little lighter, and the original light black appeared again.

"Sister ... how?"

Ning Que looked at Sister Qi and asked, trembling, he didn't even know that Sister Sister would use needles in addition to embroidering, but looking at Sang Sang's changes, he suddenly looked forward to it.

"It's a bit chilly, it's a little dangerous. I can only use the needle to suppress it first." Sister Qi said.

The arrival of Ning Que awakened everyone behind the academy to the mountains and lakes, and the master also appeared in the distance, but his movements were still so slow, it seemed that nothing could make him feel anxious and anxious.

Sister Seven looked at the elder brother and didn't know what to think, his expression became a lot more relaxed, shouting: "Brother, pull Eleven Eleven from the mountain, but it can be faster."

The master was startled, turned around and walked back to the forest behind him.

Sister Seven looked at Ning Que's anxious expression and comforted her, saying: "It's not a big problem. You first take Sang Sang to Cao Lu. The teacher is there, and she will not be in trouble. It will be fine when Elder Eleven comes over."

Ning Que did not understand the meaning of this sentence of Senior Sister. If the teacher is willing to take action, Sang Sang will naturally not have an accident, but why should he wait for eleven Senior Brother?

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As the morning light approached, it covered the back hill of the academy, and fell on the grass like gold on the grassy eaves, and then reflected to the mountain forest farther away, and the meadow surrounded by flowers and trees was bright.

Ning Que and Chen Pipi and others stood outside the cottage, waiting for the news inside. Since last spring, Sang Sang has been going in and out of the backyard of the academy regularly. With his good meals and quiet temperament, he has won the love and pity of everyone. Tang Xiaotang even had anxious red eyes, but Ning Que was calmer than before.

Because the teacher was already awake, he was in the grass cottage at this time. He believed that even if Sang Sang had already stepped into the underworld, the teacher would be able to pull her back.

At this time, Wang Chi came out of the grass cottage, and Ning Que hurried forward. Wang Chi looked at him and said, "She has a congenital deficiency, and has been cold for many years. This kind of old disease is serious every time it happens. Once, the longer the time of concealment, the more serious the illness will be ... I diagnosed her pulse earlier, and confirmed that she had suffered a severe cold some time ago.

Ning Que asked, "Will it be all right?"

Wang Chi said: "Sister Qi's golden needles are very timely. I gave her a decoction and should be able to retreat slightly. There is no major relationship, but I must pay attention to keeping warm in the future, but I don't dare to suffer from the cold.

Ning Que listened to the words and suddenly relaxed, suddenly feeling that her legs were a little soft.

Suddenly thinking of something, Wang Chi looked at him in doubt and asked: "Senior brother, Sang Sang's illness was brought from his mother's womb. In the past few years, he has also suffered from illness many times. There is no good doctor in Weicheng, especially in Chang'an. It ’s all a group of quack doctors. What method did you use to make her live to the present? "

When Sang Sang was young, Ning Que often took her to see a doctor. The hard-working silver coins were basically spent in the drugstore, but they were of little use. Later, he occasionally found a way to let Sang Sang get through. Today, listening to his brother ’s question at this time, he dared not conceal anything, and honestly replied: “Whenever Sang Sang's disease occurs, I always let her drink a large bag of spirits.”

Brother II has been standing silently outside the cottage without any expression on his face. At this time, listening to Ning Que's use of spirits to cure Sang Sang for these years, he immediately frowned and looked extremely unhappy.

After a moment, Wang Chi nodded and said, "This is indeed a symptomatic method. Although the liquor can only temporarily cure the symptoms, it is always cleaner than those rotten medicines."

Fortunately, there is such an evaluation, otherwise Brother Two will never spare Ning Que.

Seeing Wang Chi's figure disappearing into the flower tree, Ning Que only learned today that the eleventh senior brother who loved to talk to the flower idiot turned out to be a medical sage, thinking about the full head he saw when he entered Houshan early in the year. The idiot of the petals couldn't help but feel a little worried and said, "Brother Eleven ... reliable?"

Senior Sister Qi said: "The spirit of Lao Eleven's life is above the flowers and plants. Where is the idiot like the flower idiot Lu Chenjia that only loves its shape and does not know its soul? He can know all the flowers and plants in the world. It is the most reliable to use all the flowers and herbs in the world and master all the techniques of herbal medicine to ask him to see a doctor. "

Listening to this, Ning Que finally felt relieved, but he was not completely relieved, because in his view, the most reliable person in the world was of course the teacher, so he had to listen to what the teacher said.

The grass cottage was breezy on all sides, and there were only a few screens lying on the platform in a row and a row, and there was a large couch inside, which was the residence of the Master, and Sang Sang was lying there.

Sang Sang woke up for a while, and then fell asleep again under the action of medicine. Tang Xiaotang put the medicine bowl aside, wet the towel with hot water, twist it to a semi-wet, and then carefully caught her still cold On the forehead, then holding her little hand and whispering something.

Looking at the scene across the screen, Ning Que felt so grateful. Then he looked back at the Master and worriedly asked, "Teacher, look ... Is there anything wrong?"

Confucius got up much earlier today than usual, so his mood was a bit bad, just thinking about Ning Que's mood must be worse at this time, so he could not bear to reprimand him.

With a bowl of lotus seed porridge blowing, he said, "What can I do? It's better to get more sun in the sun."

The seemingly irresponsible remarks made Ning Que really relieved, because since the Master said that it was okay, then Sang Sang must be fine, but ... Is it useful to bask?

He walked over to the Master, took the bowl of lotus seed porridge, carefully stirred it with a spoon, and asked with unprecedented respect: "Teacher, Sang Sang's body ... didn't you say it was all right last time?"

The Confucius said: "She has congenital deficiency and coldness, and she has not been treated seriously in these years. I don't know how much cold breath is accumulated in the internal marrow. Fortunately, when she met Wei Guangming as a teacher, she was able to capture the divine brilliance. Suppress those cold breaths, as long as the time is longer, the dignity of her body can turn those cold breaths into nothingness. I said nothing to you that day, that is nothing, are you questioning me? "

Ning Que confirmed that the lotus porridge was cold, and handed it over with respect and respect. He said humbly: "The teacher's words are hitting me in the face. The disciples just don't understand what is going on."

The Master watched him tauntingly and said, "You have to ask yourself what happened to you. I was a sick girl, and I was taken by you, a ruthless master, to fight with Xiahou ... Xiahou is so good to kill? To help you, she shined brightly on the cliff that night, and the instantaneous meaning exhausted all the divine brilliance. The cold breath in her body was suppressed for many days, and she suddenly regained her freedom. Naturally, she wanted to find a time to rebel. How have you bullied her recently and let this little girl lose her rare mind?

Ning Que was silent, and she thought it was all her fault. It was just that Sang Sang had a quiet temper and even a little stupidity. What could make her lose her mind ... Is it an engagement?

"Teacher, since it is congenitally cold, how do you get to the root cause?"

The master took a sip of lotus seed porridge ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ nodded with satisfaction, said: "As I said earlier, the treatment is very simple, basking in the sun, diligently divine magic, when the magic is completed, the girl's illness Heal naturally. "

Ning Que thought about going on a journey soon, and tentatively asked, "This is a long way to Luke Temple. Now that she is in a weak body, the disciple ... can't you go?"

The Master was furious and scolded: "Which son's brother are you? You can't walk without the little maid's service? Even if she wants to recuperate, you can go by yourself. Besides, Buddhism also has its own set of skills, Lanke Temple That little monk's medical skills are also admired for the teacher, you can't see it yourself. "

Ning Que said helplessly: "Go on, why are you so angry, teacher?"

The conversation between Confucius and Ning Que has already made the disciples in Caolu want to laugh. After listening to Ning Que's last sentence, people finally did not hold back laughing.

The elder brother did not smile, he looked at Sang Sang on the couch, his face full of worry and pity.

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