(I'll talk about something before. I wrote about the paragraph of black gunpowder before. The author put in the experience of making firecrackers when he was a child. He mistakenly thought that explosives were the same. After verification, he found out that he was wrong. Thanks to book friend AKIYA for his correction.)

What stumps heroes is not only a penny, but also a cold.

After experiencing the scene of the Huxin Pavilion, the hero saving the beauty and sending Song Wanwan back to her courtyard with stacked banana leaves, Chen Zhongqing finally fell ill the next day, lying on the bed and sighing. Old Jia went out wearing a straw raincoat overnight. The knocking sound in the middle of the night woke up the doctor in his sleep and grabbed two packs of medicine to cure typhoid fever. In his daze, he saw the straw raincoat that returned from the wind and rainy night. Old Jia, who was soaked, tightly protected the medicine he grabbed on his chest, and the paper wrapped in the medicine did not have any wet traces.

In a daze, Chen Zhongqing seemed to see Lao Jia back and forth, grabbing the herbs and setting up a pot in the kitchen, slowly boiling medicine. Occasionally, he saw him walking through the wing with a palm fan, frowning, and tossing back and forth for several hours a night.

This hunchbacked and vulgar old guy can still hold on to him at a critical moment.

Chen Zhongqing thought that he was over the age of being sad and sad in the autumn, but in the end he still felt a little sad about youth.

He remembered many things, such as the master of the great power who was once a hundred years, his grandfather who could hang a white wall in his family with military medals, and his father, who had been in the officialdom for decades in his previous life. He was tired, so tired that he could not remember many things. The past was like smoke, everything had passed, and now he just wanted to sleep quietly in the comfortable and soft bed, without dreams all night.

Listen to the spring rain in the small building overnight, and sell apricot flowers in the deep alleys in the Ming Dynasty.

A smell of medicine floats in the air.

It rained all night.

One night he only heard the ticking of rain on the crabapple flowers, the crackling sound of dry firewood breaking, and the world was silent in the sound of rain. Chen Zhongqing only felt his forehead was hot and his whole body was shaking like a sieve. It was difficult for him to think about anything, and he suddenly thought of many things in his sleep. It was said that he wanted to make a name for himself and be rich forever. Chen Zhongqing was a family of officials for two lifetimes, and only he knew the sourness of the center.

The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and how many flowers fall.

Before falling asleep, Chen Zhongqing's only concern was the crabapple tree with sparse flowers and leaves in the yard. Can it survive the storm tonight?

After waking up the next day, what caught my eye was Lao Jia who was sleeping with his clothes on the edge of the bed. His face was darkened, and there was a bowl of black medicine soup on the table. He could no longer remember whether he had drunk this bowl of bitter and astringent things when he woke up yesterday.

The clouds fade away and the rain clears, and the sky is getting brighter.

Chen Zhongqing got up from the bed and woke up the old servant who was lying on the bedside. He rubbed his blood-colored eyes and yawned, "Young Master, you are awake. The doctor said that this was a cold rain and cold air invading the body. After drinking ginger soup and bitter medicine last night, the fever subsided and had already eased."

"Old Jia, thank you."

Chen Zhongqing slowly crawled out of the quilt in his coat. Jia San originally wanted to support him, but was rejected. He squeezed out a smile at the old servant, looking tired, "I'll go by myself."

Stepping out of the wing room full of medicine, Chen Zhongqing stood in the courtyard. The sound of wind and rain overnight covered the small pond with falling red crabapple flowers, and the red carp appeared and disappeared between the bright red petals of the pond. He leaned against the threshold, looking weak.

Chen Zhongqing asked for no reason, "Old Jia, how many years have you been in our family?"

The old servant who cleaned up the dishes and medicine residue in the house stopped moving. He no longer had his usual unfair attitude. He thought for a while with a serious expression and said, "Go back to the young master, it has been almost thirty years since he joined the Chen family to serve the master."

"Oh~" Chen Zhongqing dragged his tone and said casually, "More than thirty years ago, when Emperor Liewu's white horse Yisong traveled all over the Jin Dynasty?"

Lao Jia's movement paused for a moment, and Chen Zhongqing turned his back to him, not paying attention to this subtle movement.

Chen Zhongqing also heard of this bloody past in the world in a few words from others. After Emperor Liewu unified the former dynasty, he issued two special secret orders. Confucianism used literature to disrupt the law and prohibited them. Heroes used martial arts to violate the ban and punished them.

However, even if Emperor Liewu was in power and had great power, he would not dare to burn books and bury scholars.

Anti-Confucianism is equivalent to opposing the foundation of the Jin family's rule. The people in the temple were angry and came in full force. He had no choice but to finally create the military power of the Privy Council and the three provinces and six ministries, and the regime was divided equally, so he barely suppressed the group of Qingliu.

However, the ending of the people in the martial arts world who were powerless in the court seemed a bit sad. At that time, the Qin Snake, who had the power of the army, directly pointed the generals, leading the most elite white horse Yicong in the hands of the emperor. Ten thousand troops were flattened all the sects of the Jin family, and they were unwilling to be lackeys under the Jin family. Only a few highly respected sects such as Dragon and Tiger, Wudang, Tianshidao, and Vajra Temple survived. Since then, the foundation for eunuchs to take power in the Jin Dynasty was laid.

They were eunuchs and only remembered the ancestral teachings of the Jin family in the current dynasty, being a dog, and defending the country and the country.

From a strategic perspective, Emperor Liewu had a very far-reaching consideration, otherwise he would not have made ruthless measures to kill six people who wrote letters to oppose the establishment of the Privy Council.

"Dang thump~"

The knock on the door made Chen Zhongqing feel relieved from his thoughts. He didn't know who was visiting early in the morning. He was about to get up and open the door, but Lao Jia took the lead and opened the door.

The beautiful woman stood at the door, with a bulging bag behind her back, and a calm face. The empty and unsightly eyes were "staring" at Lao Jia.

Song Wanwan leaned on a crutch in her left hand and asked softly, "Will Mr. Chen live here?"

Old Jia was about to speak, but Chen Zhongqing, who was sitting in the courtyard, stood up suddenly, walked through the yard quickly, and walked to the front of the gate. When he saw Song Wanwan, he was a little surprised, "Miss Song? Why do you know where I live?"

Old Jia turned around and looked at Chen Zhongqing with a strange expression, with a smirk of "The young master has finally grown up."

Chen Zhongqing gave him a blank look, too lazy to pay attention to him.

The blind Song Wanwan didn't notice the strangeness in the courtyard, and asked with a smile, "Young Master mentioned it on the banks of West Lake, have you forgotten? I didn't know if the steps from the alley to the door of your house were accurate. Now it seems that I'm sure."

Old Jia looked at the girl with interest. He could use those steps to calculate the direction. This blind girl is probably even better than a normal person.

"Miss Song, don't stand stupidly at the door, come in and sit."

Old Jia hurriedly led Song Wanwan towards the direction of the courtyard, and the sound of his walking stick hit the bluestone slab, and the sound was heard.

When passing by the crabapple tree, Song Wanwan's nose twitched, as if she smelled the fragrance of flowers, and said softly, "Last night, the wind and rain are sparse. I wonder if the crabapple still remains in this courtyard?"

Chen Zhongqing looked at the bare crabapple branches, then looked at the fallen red flowers in the hall, and hurriedly said, "Still, still."

With a gentle smile, Song Wanwan stepped across the threshold.

Chen Zhongqing took out the oil-paper umbrella he borrowed that day and handed it to Song Wanwan. She took the umbrella and held it in her arms, but refused to leave. She asked in a tactful tone, "I'm here to get the umbrella today, and I have a reluctant request. I want to listen to the bullet of Mr. Chen again, a poem that is ambushed on ten sides."

"Hmm?" Chen Zhongqing was a little surprised at her.

Song Wanwan looked serious, "I was blind since childhood, and both my parents died. If it weren't for a zither named Liu in Hangzhou who took me in and taught me music and poetry, I'm afraid I wouldn't have lived today. The shock brought by the young master's poem on the ten-sided ambush that day was no less than the mountains and flowing water played by the master. After I returned, I found that no matter how the strings were right, I would have no way to repay him today, but I prayed that Mr. Chen would talk about an ambush for me again!"

Song Wanwan's voice was not loud, but her tone was very firm, "I hope the young master will give me advice!"

The blind girl zither's persistence in music almost exceeded Chen Zhongqing's imagination. However, the ambush that appeared the day before yesterday was also due to the right time, place and people. If he was asked to pick up the pipa again, he might not be able to play the joy of breaking gold and stone.

"Miss Song..."

Chen Zhongqing thought for a long time before speaking, "I can play another song for you..."

"But it's not that song that is ambushed on ten sides..."

Song Wanwan was stunned for a moment and didn't know how to reply. But she still took off her backpack, unbuttoned the buckle, revealing the ancient pipa. She carefully handed the pipa to Chen Zhongqing, and the graceful and graceful woman had a blush on her face.

Chen Zhongqing found a chair to sit down, placed his fingers on the strings, slowly closed his eyes, and thought for a long time before he plucked the first string.

This time, unlike the sonorous and passionate ambushing on all sides, it is the graceful and graceful flow of women from the south of the Yangtze River, like a black-sailed boat rowing a lotus pond.

The rhythm is gentle like that ray of moonlight.
Chapter completed!