The clouds swam by the hazy clear moon at night, and occasionally the barking of dogs in the streets and alleys. The sound of clamoring scattered outside. In the courtyard of Yong'anfang, there were bright lights, and figures sat in the yard, looking at the room in the attic.

The door leaf opened, Qiao Niang held out the basin with red eyes, and the smell of herbs in the closed door room was filled with herbal smell. The light standing on the head of the bed shone on the side of the young man sitting on the stool next to him, with dark faces and water stains on his eyes reflected the candlelight, which was particularly bright in the dim yellow.

In his eyes, the hunched figure walking along the edge of the bed was applying acupuncture to the sleeping old man. This was the sixth doctor invited. He heard that the skill of acupuncture was first-class in Chang'an. As soon as Geng Qing came back, he asked the three doctors at home who took turns to treat the doctor. None of them could do anything else. He called Zhang Huaiyi, asked the famous and skilled doctor in the city, and finally forced the person over.

Now, half an hour has passed, and the doctor is sweating profusely. He is slowly removing the silver needles on the old man's shoulders, chest, and head one by one, and carefully put them into the medical box.

"How is my dad?"

"Oh, there is too much blood stasis, so I can only try my best to clear it, but it takes too long..." The doctor closed the medical box and sighed. The doctor's parents were forced to come over. At first, he had complaints. It can be seen that the young man in front of him was serious ill for his father at home, so he also tried his best to use his acupuncture skills.

Geng Qing looked at the old man with his eyes closed on the bed with expressionless expression, and his voice trembled: "Is there no other way? I can get all the medicinal materials for you, no matter how expensive it is, I can find a way."

The doctor shook his head.

"It's too long... Ling Zun has an old injury on his head. It should be that after he was injured, he did not rush to remove blood stasis. The old injury became a disease. It was a fate that it took so long to relapse. Now, I have tried my best. Maybe after a while, Ling Zun will wake up, but not to mention too much... He may be a little unconscious."

"Thank you."

Geng Qing stood up and bowed, sent the other party outside the door, asked Dou Wei to pay for the medical treatment, turned around and sat in front of the window and looked at the old man on the bed. He was not a sentimental person, but he could understand the care of the old man and his fatherly love for this body, after all, this body is him now.

Perhaps he lacked the warmth of his family in his previous life. Geng Qing treated the two elderly people as respected as his biological parents. How could he have not had any feelings in a few years?

But at that time, I was too confused, and I didn’t pay much attention to the wounds on the old man’s head after the bleeding stopped. Besides, the conditions were not good at that time, and when the conditions were better, this matter was gradually forgotten.

Now that the old man suddenly fell down, Geng Qing felt empty and felt indescribable guilt.

"father......"

He called out softly, the old man on the bed did not react at all, his breath was weak, and occasionally his fingers twitched twice. As the night became darker, Wang Jinqiu pushed the door and asked, wanting to guard Geng Qing. After all, tomorrow, his son still has business to work hard.

However, the woman was driven out by Geng Qing, and even Qiao Niang could only stand at the door.

"I am his son. My father is sick, so I should stay as a son. Mom, go back to your room to rest first, and come here tomorrow morning."

He said this, closed the door, and then sat back on the stool and stopped moving. The people outside were still watching the occasional footsteps. Geng Qing ignored it and looked at the old man with a little dazed sense.

Not long after, the hand placed beside the bed was suddenly snatched. Geng Qing came to his senses and saw the old man slowly opening his eyes, his eyes were turbid, looking at the curtain, and then looking at his son, confused, his voice hoarse and weak.

"Zhuzi... Why are you here? Have you cultivated the fields at home?"

After grabbing his hands around a few times, he didn't hold up. Old Man Geng's voice became a little anxious.

"I'm still sitting... When is it time? If I don't plant the fields, what should I eat in winter..."

In the nonsense, Geng Qing understood what the doctor said just now, "Maybe a little unclear in consciousness." His memory was vague and he only remembered the fields in the village.

Fortunately, I still remember my son.

"Dad, the fields have already been plowed..."

However, when Geng Qing said this, the old man on the bed looked a little demented and stared at the tent in a daze, "Zhuzi... Dad misses home... The fields in the village must have been... Geng Shun's old guy... secretly planted... Dad wants to go back and take a look..."

The old man said, as if his head started to hurt again. He coughed a few times and fell asleep in a drowsy way.

Geng Qing held his father's hand, was silent for a long time, and suddenly nodded.

"Okay, my son will take you home. Let's go back to Gengjia Village. If the field is occupied, I will snatch it back for you. You have a good sleep. When you open your eyes, you may have already arrived home."

He put the old man's hand back into the bed, got up and left the room, and the groups of gangs sitting quietly below stood up and looked at them. Geng Qing smiled and raised his hand to press them softly, "It's okay, my father has woken up, which means there is nothing wrong. You are also tired today, so you all go back to rest first."

Geng Qing was speaking, and there was a knock on the door of the side yard. A gang member went over to open the door of the courtyard. Then, a small figure followed behind him. He grabbed a note in his hand and rushed to the attic with a quick step, handing the note over.

On the other side, Geng Qing was still talking, took the note, took a look, and said, "Tomorrow, there may be something to tell everyone..."

Then, the voice stopped and looked at the contents carefully. The smile that was originally squeezed out froze, gradually returning to calmness, and then expressionless.

"Ji Chang, what's wrong?"

Seeing that he was strange, Qin Huaimian jumped, stepped on the stairs guardrail, and threw it to the second floor with the force, landed next to Geng Qing, and looked at the notes in his hand, and his face suddenly became complicated.

"This matter needs to be discussed for a long time. Let's wait and see first. Ji Chang, I know you have some friendship with them, but you can't do anything wrong now. The governors of each town are still stationed outside the city, and they are no more than the group of people from the Yellow Thief."

Geng Qing naturally heard the words he passed, squeezed out a little smile, raised his hand and patted the scholar's shoulder, turned around and walked to the stairs, and passed by without saying a word. He sat on the stone bench under the tree. Bai Yunxiang wanted to go up to comfort her, but she didn't know what was going on, so she had to worry next to her.

The red fox seemed to feel the mood of his master and jumped over. Geng Qing grabbed it and hugged it on his legs, looked up at the shaking treetops, and the vague night clouds under the hazy moonlight, which seemed to outline the outline of a woman.

The dead concubine is named Wang Surong. She is a girl who is only seventeen years old, but she is also a talented person in the palace. The emperor's wife was in Guangdefang in the past. Every time she went there, she could see her holding a watering can and watering flowers or cleaning the paths in the flowerbed. Perhaps the girl's character is that every time she sees Geng Qing, she calls her husband very sweetly.

"Husband...how do you think I grow this flower? Is it good-looking?"

"Actually, sometimes it's quite embarrassing to call you husband."

"......If you go back to the palace in the future, you must take good care of the flower garden here."

The changing clouds and the hazy moonlight seemed to have a crisp and sweet voice echoed in his ears. The day before parting, Su Rong was among the girls, with a hesitant expression. When she left, she seemed to see her short-lived gifts with everyone.

"Send your husband to your health..."

Although I knew that it might be the last side, I didn’t expect it to be the last voice.

The surrounding gang members, Dou Wei and others surrounded him and understood what was going on from Qin Huaimian. They had been to the courtyard of Guangdefang and knew the little girl named Wang Surong. Now they heard that the other party was beaten to death by her husband and were filled with righteous indignation.

"Sir..." Dou Wei spoke.

Before he could speak, Geng Qing on the stone bench under the tree lowered his face and touched the red fox on his legs and slid down his hair. His voice was low and hoarse, and he squeezed out from his throat.

"Take the two heads in the secret room out of the city tomorrow and send them to Li Keyong and Zhu Wen's military camps."

Everyone was puzzled.

Geng Qing raised his face, his eyes filled with emotions that everyone had never seen before. For a moment, it seemed as if Han Bing slid along the back of his neck to the tailbone.

"Don't ask, do as you do."
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