It was cold in Yi State, and heavy snow fell, almost turning the sky and the earth into pure white.

The sky was dark, the carriage was moving slower, and when night was about to fall, they found a village.

Although it is covered with ice and snow, you can still see the thatch piled on the eaves of the house beams. Every house is closed and there are no footprints on the road. Only some people quietly opened a gap when the sound of carriages was heard outside, looked at it twice and then closed it again.

Already.

Young Master Yue wrapped himself in a cloak, and when the carriage stopped, he fell from the carriage onto the thick snow and knocked on the door: "Excuse me, is anyone here?"

Knocked three times on the door, but no one answered.

Gongziyue stepped on the snow and moved to another house. There were voices inside, but they were not very friendly: "Go, go, don't knock on my door. There is nothing you want here."

Zongque exhaled a breath of white air and said, "This place is very guarded against outsiders."

"It's difficult to walk after snow. If you stay in the snow all night, you may be buried in it tomorrow." Young Master Yue said, stroking his hands.

The snow scene is indeed beautiful. Such thick snow is really rare in Lin Kingdom, but such beautiful things can also kill people.

Gongzi Yue knocked on several more houses, saying that he would not live there for free, but still no one was willing to open the door.

"Stop knocking." A wooden door opened a gap, and an old voice came from it, "There is nothing to entertain here. If you want to find a place to spend the night, go to the ruined temple at the entrance of the village."

After he finished speaking, the door was immediately closed.

Young Master Yue saluted and said, "Thank you very much, old sir."

Zongque stretched out his hand and held it when Young Master Yue walked to the carriage. He got on the carriage and breathed out lightly: "It should be in front."

Zongque waved his riding whip, and the sound of horse hooves in the snow made it feel very dull. The wheels turned and stopped in front of the so-called abandoned ruined temple at the entrance of the village.

It is said to be a temple, but it is just a tiny thatched house, which is covered with abandoned spider webs. There is a statue made of clay enshrined on the table. It is no longer clear who has the facial features. Half of the temple has been covered with snow.

It collapsed and leaked a huge hole.

Zongque got out of the car and looked at the place. He took off the broom from the car and walked in. The cobwebs were swept away casually. He looked at the house that was weighed down by the snow. The beams were not broken, but the hay on them could not bear the weight and was crushed.

Come down.

"How's it going?" Gongziyue asked, stroking the horse's mane when he came out.

"It can be repaired, and it won't be a problem to spend the night." Zongque pulled out a stool from the carriage, placed it under his feet and swept the snow off the roof.

"What can I do?" Gongziyue asked.

"Untie the horse and lead it into the temple. Be careful not to touch the door." Zongque picked up the scattered hay, took out small bundles of rope and tied them tightly.

"Okay." Young Master Yue supported the carriage shaft, took off the horse rope and led the horse in.

Although the small temple is damaged, it can still block the wind.

After the two horses were tied up, Young Master Yue lifted up his cloak and gathered up the hay on the ground. He carefully carried it outside. He looked up at the re-covered roof and said, "Are these enough?"

"It can block the wind." Zongque took the hay he held and put it on top, pressed it down with the stones he picked up, and jumped down.

The small temple was simply cleaned, and a clean floor was cleared. The carriage was stopped at the door, and a patchwork of rags was spread aside. The dead wood and charcoal taken from the carriage were piled aside to continue the lit fire.

When the water in the small pot on top was steaming, the sky outside turned completely dark.

The snow was falling harder and harder, the cold wind was howling, and the snowflakes scattered through the bottom of the carriage, but they dissipated directly before touching the firelight.

The snow water in the small pot was boiling. Zongque scooped up a cup and handed it to the person next to him: "Be careful of the scalding."

"Thank you very much." Young Master Yue held it in his hand, and when his cold fingers touched the temperature, he breathed a sigh of relief and his whole body warmed up. "With such heavy snow, I don't know if I can still travel tomorrow morning."

"If the snow is too heavy, just stay here for a few days. The first snow usually doesn't last long." Zongque broke half of the hot cake and handed it over.

Young Master Yue took it and brought it to his lips to bite it. Although the place was simple and a little dusty, in such a snowy day

But it is a comfortable place to stay.

The scones and water were enough to wrap around the belly on this snowy night. One quilt was spread under him and the other was covering him. Before going to bed, Zongque used the wooden table here to block the wind and snow coming in from the door. The flames danced and the two of them walked side by side.

Lie down with your shoulders leaning against each other, almost sleeping with your feet touching each other.

"Now that the heavy snow has stopped, people should strengthen their houses." Gongziyue caught the light of the fire and his eyes fell on the statue of the god with no facial features.

"Yi State has a lot of snow in winter, so they should be prepared before the first heavy snow comes." Zongque counted the months.

Studying is second. Now we must find a place to stay as soon as possible and prepare dry firewood and food for the winter. Otherwise, once the road is blocked by heavy snow, it will be difficult to find food.

"I hope so." Gongziyue looked at the statue and said, "This should be an earth temple."

Zongque's eyes turned to the face of the statue without facial features and said: "Can you tell from the clothes?"

"Well, gods have their own regulations." Young Master Yue sighed lightly, "If there are not enough warehouses, the people will also lack reverence for the gods."

The Yi State was weak, and it was only on par with the Lu State, which ranked last among the Six Kingdoms. The Lin State was only second to the Ning State. The people were already in so much hardship, and the Yi State would only be worse than he imagined.

"Do you believe in God?" Zongque asked.

He didn't believe it at first because the system believed it, but now he doesn't believe it. Heaven is ruthless and treats all things as stupid dogs. Those who control the original world are above the so-called fairy world, but they still have human emotions. There is no god in the world, and everything depends on it.

Own.

"Yue doesn't believe in gods." Young Master Yue said softly, "When Yue first entered school, his father told him that the so-called gods are only used to educate people's hearts. People's hearts can be united or dispersed because of this. It depends on human beings."

"Yeah." Zongque agreed with this point of view.

"Don't you think the royal family is fooling the people?" Young Master Yue turned to look at him and asked.

"From the perspective of gods, we can also see the people's hearts." Zongque said, "Water can carry a boat, but it can also overturn it."

The people recognized the royal family, but all they wanted was to survive well. Even if there were theories about gods and gods, the celestial phenomena were unlucky, and people would still have to punish themselves when they were in dire straits.

"Water can carry a boat, but it can also overturn it..." Young Master Yue recited this sentence silently, with surprise flashing in his eyes, "This sentence is excellent, it can be summed up in one sentence."

"I'm just quoting what my ancestors said." Zongque said, "Go to sleep."

"Yes." Young Master Yue responded lightly, closing his eyes in the warmth.

Water can carry a boat, but it can also overturn it.

If you want to unify the world, the most important thing you must not lose is the support of the people. Listening to your words is worth ten years of reading.

The breathing in the temple gradually deepened, and when Zongque's thoughts were about to fall into sleep, the person next to him curled up beside him as expected, his eyebrows relaxed slightly, and his body relaxed.

…

The snow light penetrated, and the slightly dazzling light woke up the morning. Gongzi Yue blinked his eyes, but what he saw was the figure sitting with his back to him.

The figure not only blocked the light of the fire, but also blocked the light of the snow, allowing him to sleep peacefully.

"Are you awake?" Zongque turned around and looked at Humanity who opened his eyes.

"Well, the snow has stopped?" Gongzi Yue lay there looking at him, and for a moment he didn't want to get up.

"Stop. I asked for directions. There is a town twenty miles north." Zongque handed the water cup over and said.

Young Master Yue stood up, took the cup and said, "Thank you very much."

The water cup is not hot and the mouth is just right.

Young Master Yue drank some water and rinsed his mouth, then took the handkerchief Zongque handed him, cleaned his face, put on his cloak again, and straightened the quilt on the ground.

He was not good at cleaning up before, but now he is used to it.

Zongque used a wooden board to shovel the snow to put out the fire, put the door-blocking table back to its original position, and went out to harness the horse and sweep away the snow on the roof of the car.

Young Master Yue delivered the quilts to the car, and when he checked to see if there was anything he had not brought with him in the temple, his eyes were fixed on the statue of the kind-faced god.

It was still the original clay sculpture, but the face of the statue that had no facial features was carefully carved out, looking kindly outside the temple.

Young Master Yue clasped his hands together and said, "Thank you very much."

Staying in this temple is a time of gratitude for the night's protection.

.

"What else didn't you bring?" Zongque asked outside.

"No more." Gongzi Yue turned around and went out, got on the carriage, and smiled softly as he looked at the man driving calmly next to him in the dazzling snow scene.

He didn't need to ask, he knew that the statue must be made by him.

Although I don’t believe in God, I always have a grateful heart.

"What are you laughing at?" Zongque turned and looked at the smile on his face.

"It's nothing." Young Master Yue said with a smile, "Yue is in a very good mood."

"Yeah." Zongque responded and didn't ask any more questions.

The snow only fell in the middle of the night, and as the sun rose high, the originally thick snow had melted a lot, revealing the ground scattered with withered grass, moistening the earth.

The carriage traveled far and entered what was called a town. Although it was a town, the houses were lined up in rows, but there were very few people on the road.

Gongziyue did not show up randomly. Zongque went to hand over the matter and brought back a land deed.

"Five miles north of the city." Gongziyue looked at the land deed and said, "Should we stay here temporarily?"

"Spent the winter first, and then go to school in the spring." Zongque said.

"Okay." Young Master Yue responded.

He doesn't understand as well as Zongque about survival.

The carriage stopped several times in the town, and Zongque went down to buy a lot of things. After almost filling the carriage with loads, he left the city and rushed to the place marked on the land deed.

Then……

Gongziyue looked at the spacious roof in front of him, but almost half of it had fallen off, and the courtyard where even though it was covered with snow, the grass sprouting out was almost as big as his own. For a moment, he couldn't muster the courage to go in. He hesitated before asking:

“Why buy here?”

"It's cheap." Zong Que said concisely and to the point, looking at the houses here, "They are all new wood, they can be lived in after some repairs."

"The coins I have here are not enough?" Young Master Yue doesn't mind being far away from the city. With his current status, it would be better not to have too many contacts with people.

But the weeds here always feel like something will come out of them.

"In addition to yours," Zongque said, "there are other things that need to be purchased."

Gongziyue once again realized their current predicament: "This place is good."

"We'll clean up after lunch." Zongque said, taking out the pots and pans from the car.

"Okay." Gongziyue calmed himself down.

Lunch was as simple as ever. After the meal, the bowls and utensils were put away. Zongque took off the sickle and cloth strips from the car, wrapped them around his hands, and handed the remaining two strips to Young Master Yue, saying: "Wrap them around.

To prevent your hands from being scratched or getting frostbite.”

When working in winter, we still need to make a few pairs of gloves, but now we don’t have any, so we have to make do with them.

Young Master Yue wrapped his hands around Yiyan, looked at the sickle in his hand and said, "What should I do?"

"Drag out the cut grass and branches and debris from the grass," Zongque said.

"Okay." Young Master Yue responded.

Zongque entered the house, beat the grass with a stick, then cut the grass in half and put it aside, looking for the way to the main house.

The work was not difficult, but it just took time. Gongzi Yue dragged the grass out bundle by bundle and dried it on top of the dry stones.

The main road was cleared. It was not muddy, but paved with cobblestones. However, it was uninhabited all year round, and the cracks in the road were filled with weeds, which directly covered it up.

Zongque walked to the door of the main house and pushed it gently. The door fell directly inward, splashing countless dust and making a loud sound. Young Master Yue stopped and almost dropped the thing in his hand: "The roof can also be used.

Repair it?"

"It can be repaired, but the roof needs to be rebuilt and the tiles need to be re-paved." Zongque looked at the man in front of him who covered his mouth and nose and coughed lightly. "If you feel choked, tie a cloth to your face to avoid breathing in too much dust."

"Are you okay?" Gongziyue asked, looking at his safe and sound expression.

"I hold my breath." Zongque said, looking at the dusty things in the room.

Gongziyue: "..."

Covered with cloth, the furniture in the main room was carried out one by one. Gongziyue paid attention to the bricks and tiles above his head and cleaned up the remaining ones. Zongque knocked on the fallen wood, built a ladder and climbed out.

One

The house looks quite complete from the side.

The main beam was not damaged, and it was much easier to repair the secondary beam. The sound of knocking sounded in the sunset, causing some earth and rocks to fall. In the extremely cold north wind, the sweat on Zongque's forehead slid down bit by bit.

Gongzi Yue looked at the people on the roof, and used a cloth soaked in snow to dust off the tiles he picked up little by little, and then put them into the bamboo basket.

The clean little courtyard he once saw may have been cleaned up bit by bit by the people in front of him. Now this courtyard was built and decorated by his own hands. Even if he leaves one day, it will become the most profound part of his memory.

When the sun was about to set, Zongque carried a bamboo basket on his back and went up to the roof, laying tiles on the half-repaired house.

The carriage was brought in by Gongziyue, and the door was closed when the sunset set over the last horizon. Fortunately, the door was much thicker and stronger than the house door.

The roof can protect them from the wind, so they stayed in the main house that night, but they still spent the night as if they were in a ruined temple.

The bonfire is lit, and because the sky is clear, you can see the bright stars in the sky even while sitting in the house.

"First wipe your fingers with snow. Frostbite will affect your writing." Zongque said, looking at the fingers of the person next to him who was taking off the cloth.

"Okay." Young Master Yue did as he was told. Warmth flowed across his fingers, but he was still puzzled, "What's the reason for this?"

"When the body is cold, blood vessels will constrict..." Zongque told him the principle.

The words are equally calm in the quiet night, with a soothing feeling.

After cleaning up and repairing day by day, Zongque went to the city several times on horseback, transported back a lot of missing roof tiles and wood, and completely repaired the originally broken roof.

The weeds were cleared, the door was repaired, and the originally opaque windows were sealed with cotton cloth. The house was cleaned, hot water was boiled and washed, and the repaired furniture was put in. Although there were only some simple shelves, it was already

It has become a place where people can live.

Other debris was slowly being cleared. While Zongque continued to fill the cleaned cellar with food, Gongziyue also chopped the completely broken furniture into firewood.

On the fifteenth day after they arrived here, heavy snow fell from the sky again.

Although there is a main house and a secondary house here, it is not as crowded as the small courtyard in the past, but the two of them still live in the same place, because the house is empty, and things that are lost in winter such as firewood still have to be saved.

But even if a charcoal basin was placed, and Gongziyue had a quilt and a cloak draped over it, the coldness of the early winter in Yi State was far beyond his imagination.

The night was getting darker, and Zongque woke up to the sound of breathing. It was already midnight, but the person on the other bed was curled up tightly, obviously not asleep yet.

Zongque said: "Feeling cold?"

The voice over there stopped for a moment, and the voice that came over was helpless: "The winter in Lin country is not so cold."

It was okay when he first came here. The cold weather in the past few days was beyond Gongziyue's imagination. No matter how long it had been warmed, the quilt was still cold. Maybe it was almost completely covered, and the charcoal fire was even closer to him. He didn't know how to return it.

How can it be.

"Want to come over and sleep?" Zongque asked.

The weather here is indeed extremely cold. It is still early winter. When it comes to late winter, the things he has prepared now are not enough to survive the winter.

Young Master Yue tightened his hands on the quilt, and for some reason his cheeks felt warm: "Is that okay? I don't sleep well right now."

"Okay." Zongque responded.

Young Master Yue tried to get up, but heard another voice on the other side: "You don't have to move, I'll go over."

The snowy light through the window illuminated the outline of the man standing up to hug the quilt. Gongziyue's breathing was slightly stagnant. The other person was approaching the bed and covered the quilt on top. It was so thick that it made people feel panicked.

The corner of the quilt was pulled away, and the person who walked out of the room felt a little cold, but after the cover was closed, the steady stream of warmth seemed to envelope this square inch of space in an instant.

On the pillow, his breathing could be heard clearly. As Gongziyue's body warmed little by little, he could also hear his own heartbeat, which was extremely clear.

Thump thump thump thump…

I can't suppress it at all, it's an extremely strange yet familiar feeling.

"Is it still cold?

?" Zongque asked, feeling his breathing that he was trying to suppress.

It was no longer cold, and the person lying next to him in the small space was like an endless furnace. However, the words Gong Ziyue said were a little strange: "Yeah."

The next moment, the person who was lying on his side turned over, leaned forward and hugged his back. When the tip of his nose touched the other person's chest, he suddenly understood what he was thinking.

His arms tentatively wrapped around the other person's waist, and his face was buried deeper than before. His breath was filled with this person's warm and steady breath, and his heart was so hot.

Zongque.

"If you want to survive the winter, you have to build a kang in the house." Zongque said solemnly, feeling the curled up body in his arms.

"What is that?" Gongziyue's voice was a little muffled, but he didn't dare to raise his head at all.

"A bed with a fire at night, otherwise the winter will be very difficult." Zongque closed his eyes and said, "Go to sleep."

The room was quiet, and after a long time, a soft response came from his arms: "Yes."

After a deep sleep all night, when Zongque got up in the morning, he let go of the blushing person sleeping in his arms, got up, covered himself with the corner of the quilt and opened the door.

In this era, if there are tiles, there will be bricks, but bricks are very expensive to build a kang. Zongque has slept on that kind of bed, but has never made one, but the principle is there, and it can be done by changing the materials.

It's just that the ground is frozen now and there is frozen soil everywhere. It is not easy to dig out mud.

The stove hadn't been turned on yet, so the porridge for breakfast could only be made on the bonfire in the courtyard. Zongque ate it himself, scooped up the rest and went into the house. The person on the bed was still sleepy and didn't wake up.

sign.

Zongque walked to the bed and pushed it gently, but saw that the cheek that was finally exposed from the quilt was full of blush, his hand covered his forehead, and there was a high fever on it, and the sleepy person on the bed raised his hand and held his wrist.

, it was a bit difficult to breathe when he opened his mouth, and the words he spat out were hoarse: "I...what's wrong?"

"You have a fever." Zongque took back his hand on his forehead and touched his pulse. He looked at the man with half-closed eyes and asked, "How do you feel?"

"It's hot, I feel like vomiting..." Gongziyue opened his eyes and looked at him, already realizing something was wrong with him, "Is it the cold?"

"Well." Zongque sat on the bedside, helped the person up, handed the porridge over and said, "Eat something first, and I'll buy you medicine."

Young Master Yue leaned in his arms a little weakly, and breathed out slightly, which was already hot: "I'm afraid this disease is difficult to treat."

Even among the people in the palace who got this disease, there were also those who died after taking countless medicines. Being here, there are no medicines and stones, it is no different from waiting to die.

"It's just a minor illness. Let's eat something first." Zongque didn't quite understand what he said. According to the history he had learned, there was no problem with the medicine of this era in curing a cold.

Young Master Yue felt hot all over, and his eyes were so hot that they felt sour. He looked at the porridge that was brought to his lips, endured the discomfort in his stomach, and swallowed several mouthfuls.

"Don't lie down in a hurry." Zongque raised the pillow and let him lean there. He put the bowl in his hand and stood up and said, "I'll buy you medicine."

"Yes." Young Master Yue responded softly, holding the bowl in his hand. Looking at his back as he opened the door and left, he gently closed his eyes, with some uncontrollable moisture oozing out of them.

After running for a long time, he always felt that nothing could destroy him. He escaped from assassins and got used to being hunted and exiled. Even if he ate bark and grass roots when he was extremely hungry, it would be fine. However, he finally settled down, but this disease

Came unexpectedly.

This disease is difficult to treat, and it is indeed fate. He has just made up his mind, and this high fever will make him die outside his homeland.

The high fever was so uncomfortable that the slight moisture seeping out of the corners of my eyes was almost evaporated by the high heat.

The bowl was put aside with trembling hands. Gongziyue listened to the cold wind whistling outside and looked at the window. Even if it was pressed tightly, it was constantly being blown up and deflated by the wind, and the draft was making a sound.

, the whole yard is empty and silent, like a lonely tomb.

Tears were winding down his cheeks, and Gongziyue covered his face with his sleeves. When he tasted the sourness of his tears, he realized that there was no point in hiding his face.

The sound of horse hooves trampled through the snow in the town. Zongque stopped when he met someone and asked: "Sir, where is the pharmacy?"

The pedestrian stopped in a hurry and was caught off guard. He raised his head and swung his sleeves and said: "What drugstore? There isn't one."

I’ve heard of it.”

Zongque frowned and stopped a few people, but those passers-by either said they had never heard of it, or said: "You have to go to Qamdo to find pharmacies. If you want to sell medicinal materials, you have to go there."

"What about the doctor?" Zongque asked.

"Doctor? They are all serving the palace, how can we dare to think about it." The man looked at him with a strange look and left in a hurry.

It was snowing all over the sky and there were very few people in the town.

Zongque got on his horse and headed out of the city. In his original memory, there were doctors, but as that person said, those who had some medical skills were those who served the palace, and some famous doctors who traveled around the world were hard to come across.

When people get sick, they just randomly take some medicinal materials and treat them by themselves.

No wonder Gongzi Yue said that wind and cold are difficult to treat. In this era, wind and cold may be a serious disease that can kill people.

[Host, I have cold medicine here.] 1314 said.

[No need.] Zongque rode towards the mountains and forests.

There were a lot of medicinal herbs in the mountains. He had encountered them almost everywhere before, but he didn't take the medicinal herbs too seriously and only dug up two extremely precious ones. Even though it was early winter, it was not difficult to find medicinal herbs under the snow.

He just thought it would be more straightforward to buy medicine, but now it seems that he still has to do many things by himself.

The horse's hooves trampled the white snow, stopped in front of the mountain forest, and was tied outside the forest. Zongque picked up a branch and entered it. The snow layer was pushed aside, and there was still a lot of life under the dead leaves.

Zongque marched all the way and put all the medicinal materials he encountered into cloths and wrapped them until he found several ephedra plants. When he dug them out and wrapped them up and was about to leave, he heard the sound of flapping wings in the forest.

When Zongque left, not only was the medical bag bulging with stuff, but there was also a pheasant in the horse box that had been shot through by an arrow when it was out looking for food.

1314 looked at the dead pheasant and sighed: What a little unlucky guy.

The medicine was boiled and turned into a thick bowl of concoction. When Zongque entered the room with the bowl, the people lying on the bed were quiet. When he got closer, he felt his pulse. Zongque helped the man who was unconscious again and put the medicine bowl close to him.

With his lips, he opened his chin and poured some in.

His illness was caused by environmental factors. He traveled long distances, and even though he seemed to be able to eat well and sleep well, the previous events had laid the foundation for the disaster, and there were also internal causes. Even if the Lin country was still peaceful, Queen Lin did not suffer. She was far away from her homeland.

It was because I was frightened and kept my mind up, but suddenly relaxed. Coupled with the severe cold weather, this disease came with a fierce force.

"Ahem..." The dazed man reluctantly swallowed the concoction, but the tears from the corners of his eyes kept dripping downwards and stained Zongque's hands, making them very hot.

He looked at the tears in his hands, the person in his arms was helplessly relying on him, and his breathing was extremely hot.

Calculating his age, the world-famous Young Master Yue is over twenty this year, the age at which he has just been crowned.

At an age when I was sitting in a clean and bright classroom studying in peaceful times, in this era, I have to flee in a hurry, which consumes my mind. If I am not careful, my head may be in a different place.

Zongque took the spoon and continued to feed the medicine. The person in his arms was not very awake. He often had to pinch his throat to swallow, and kept coughing.

[Host, I don’t want cold medicine, but a strong antipyretic medicine?] 1314 asked.

[He is suffering from a heart disease.] Zongque fed all the medicine, put the person on the bed, and pulled the quilt.

A piece of ice was cut off from the riverside. When Zongque returned, the man lying on the bed was sweating slightly. His pulse was checked again and his fever had gone down a bit.

Ice cubes were wrapped in cloth and placed on the forehead, which calmed down the person who was originally slightly short of breath.

Zongque pulled up the quilt and went out to deal with the pheasant. 1314 once again felt how useless the system was when the host was too useful: [Host, let me help you keep an eye on Gongziyue's condition. 】

【Yes, thank you.】Zongque added some water to the pot.

The bonfire burned the bottom of the pot. After the pot boiled, I added a little salt, then turned down the heat and simmered slowly.

When the smell of chicken soup overflowed, the fingers on the bed moved slightly. Gongziyue slowly opened his eyes. When his hand touched the top of his head, he took off a cold cloth.

His breath was still a little hot, but it didn't make his whole body feel like it was burning like before.

The door was pushed open, and the fragrance wafted in. Young Master Yue stood up with difficulty, and saw the person who came in with a bowl in his hand.

His head was already sore that he couldn't hide: "You're back..."

"Yes." Zongque closed the door, put the bowl next to the bed, and touched his head, "The fever has gone down a bit."

"You bought the medicine and came back?" Gongziyue asked, looking at his face so close.

"There is no pharmacy in the city, so I dug up the medicinal materials." Zongque let go of his forehead, took a pillow and said, "Lie down first and put your hands on it."

Young Master Yue lay down according to his words, looked at his hand on his wrist, and breathed out gently: "Thank you for your hard work, how is my illness?"

He dug out the medicine, and naturally he prescribed the medicine. Once applied, the fever can be reduced. With such medical skills, he can be called a famous doctor.

"You need to relax." Zongque retracted his hand, put the pillow aside and said, "Your illness is mainly heart disease."

Young Master Yue looked at him and exhaled softly: "Yue will try his best."

"If you think too much, the condition will recur." Zongque stood up, helped him up, leaned against the soft pillow and said, "Are you homesick?"

Young Master Yue's eyes fell on him, his eyes were slightly sour. He usually did not shed tears easily. I wonder if it was because he was ill, but his heart was particularly fragile: "You are far away from your homeland, don't you miss home?"

"I don't want to." Zongque picked up the chicken soup, scooped it up with a spoon, blew on it and handed it over.

Young Master Yue was slightly startled. He opened his mouth and swallowed the salty soup, and the aroma was already on his nose: "How can I not think about it?"

"You can think about it, you don't have to hold it back." Zongque fed him another spoonful and said, "We have different ways of thinking, so it won't feel uncomfortable if you let go and think about it."

Young Master Yue swallowed another mouthful, stretched out his hand to hold his wrist, and smiled lightly on his lips: "Yue has never heard such a statement."

Let him think freely, how can he control such thoughts?

"I've heard it now." Zongque said.

Young Master Yue's eyes turned slightly, and there was moisture in his eyes: "What kind of soup is this?"

"Chicken soup, I happened to come across a pheasant when I was digging for medicinal materials." Zongque said, "The wind and cold consume energy, so this is very good for replenishing the body."

Young Master Yue's hands hidden in his sleeves tightened slightly, and when he looked at Zongque, he hugged him into his arms and burst into tears.

Zongque raised his hand and avoided the bowl. He could already feel the gentle trembling in his arms. He changed his hands with the bowl and placed it on the bedside. He gently supported the other party's shoulder. The shoulder he was leaning on was already wet.

"I miss my homeland and worry about my mother..."

The cry in his arms was choked with sobs, and Zongque responded lightly: "Yes."

"The officers and soldiers should be looking for me, but everyone wants to capture me... It's not that I am far away from my homeland, but there is no place for me in my homeland... My worries are useless, and revenge is useless..."

He said incoherently, his fingers tightening on his clothes.

Zongque only responded lightly and did not say anything without permission.

His words can't change anything at the moment. What Gongziyue needs now is to completely vent the accumulated emotions so that his illness can be cured.

"...I will go back one day."

"Yeah." Zongque replied, looking down at him.

The chicken soup worked, and the person who was halfway crying fell asleep again when Zongque held his shoulders and pushed him away.

The person was lying on the bed, her black hair was scattered, but Yaqing's face was covered with tears, and the ends of her eyes were slightly red.

Zongque checked his pulse, stood up, took the bowl out, brought in a handkerchief, wiped the wet marks on his face, thought for a moment, sat at the table, took the bamboo slip, carved the words and put it on

His pillow walked out again.

After Zongque had lunch, he lit a bonfire on the ground outside. When he moved away, he found that the surface was easy to dig and the soil underneath was soft.

If you want to make a kang, you can build it with stones, and use mud and thatch to bake it on the outside. The stove is set outside, so there will be no smoke and it will be hot all night. You can cook in the morning without wasting it.

A lot of soil was dug out and mixed with the grass that had been cut and dried before. Zongque kneaded it into the shape of bricks and planned to lay it as the outermost layer.

Stacks were piled up, and as the sun set, Zongque put the frozen bricks into the basket and carried them into the courtyard.

Hong, but with a smile on her lips: "What are you doing?"

"Prepare the kang." Zongque stood up and said, "Isn't it cold?"

"I wrapped it in two layers, even yours." Gongziyue watched him stand up and pat the dust off his hands, and the heavy feeling in his chest almost overflowed.

When Heaven is about to entrust this person with a great responsibility, he must first strain his mind and will, strain his muscles and bones, starve his body and skin, deplete his body, and mess up his actions. Therefore, tempting his heart and forbearance will benefit him beyond his ability.

It is easy to be a king, but it is difficult to be a truly benevolent king. Having this experience is a blessing in disguise.

This is his advice, one word is enough to make people suddenly enlightened.

"Go in first, I want to take a walk and wait until noon tomorrow." Zongque got up and washed his hands, took the small pot in, put it on the charcoal basin, poured water on it, put the picked medicinal materials aside and said, "We have to wait for it in the evening.

Take one dose, I will tell you the steps, boil three bowls of water into one bowl and you can drink it."

"How many days will I have to drink this medicine?" Gongziyue followed his steps and sat next to the charcoal fire and asked.

"Three days." Zongque said.

"Okay." Gongziyue said, looking at the jumping flames.

Zongque raised his eyes and glanced at him. He also placed the morning porridge on the charcoal basin. He stood up and continued to move the mud bricks into the courtyard. When he washed his hands and came in, the strong smell of medicine filled the whole room.

Zongque sat in front of the brazier and drank porridge. Young Master Yue opened the lid and picked up the medicinal materials and said, "Can I take a bath after drinking the medicine?"

"Put two more fire pots and scrub them with hot water." Zongque said, "I want to take a bath and wait until I recover."

"Okay." Young Master Yue responded.

The concentrated medicine was very dark in color and felt warm in the mouth. The bitter Young Master Yue frowned tightly, but even so, he drank the bowl of medicine in one gulp without leaving a drop.

After scrubbing and gargling at night, the quilt was still filled with the faint smell of herbs. Gongziyue lay on the bed, looked at the person approaching with a lamp and asked: "Won't my disease be transmitted to you?"

It seems that wind and cold like his are sometimes contagious and sometimes not.

"It doesn't matter." Zongque put down the candlestick and lay down on the quilt.

It doesn't matter, it's just contagious. Although Gongziyue was happy for his approach, he turned over and leaned against the wall. But before he passed, he heard the person behind him say: "It will be cold if you lean against the wall."

As soon as Gong Ziyue stopped moving, he was hugged from behind by someone approaching him. Their heartbeats touched each other and they felt warm.

[Host, you hug him.] 1314 cheered up.

[Tonight is colder than last night.] Zongque closed his eyes and said.

Houses in this era are inherently leaky. Placing a charcoal basin will not be effective. If you put too much, it will easily cause poisoning. If you don't rely on the human body to keep each other warm, he can't carry it.

1314:【……】

A cold wind blew all night, and the frozen ground became more solid. Zongque also speeded up the construction of the kang. He built the edge, piled stones, and smeared it with mud. When Gongziyue finished drinking the medicine for the third day, Zongque set it up outside the house and followed him.

The kang and the stove were built up, and the fire was put into it for baking. The smoke floated out from the outside. The originally moist stove and kang slowly dried up and hardened, exuding the fragrance of thatch and earth.

That night, a straw mat was spread on the kang, and a thick mattress was spread on top. There were two quilts, one inside and one outside. Young Master Yue touched one of them, and the warmth spread. Even the room was warmer than before when the charcoal basin was lit.

A little warmer.

"Get some rest early." Zongque brought the water basin in and placed it on the ground. He occupied the position outside the bed and closed his eyes.

The kang was very wide. Young Master Yue lay in the warmth and pulled up the quilt. His body was very warm, but the person who was hugging him tightly never came closer.

In the silence of the night, his eyes slowly saw the inside of the house clearly under the snowy light. Gongziyue turned over slightly and stared at the man's straight silhouette for a long time.

He is currently facing a difficult life, and it is largely because of Zongque's efforts that he can live such a peaceful life. The affairs of the Lin Kingdom are not settled yet, so it is not appropriate to expose his thoughts and involve him in the situation.

As long as you can stay with this person and look at him, it is much more important than those occasional hugs.

The heavy snow falls one after another in Yi State in winter. Even if it is cleared one day, the snow that falls the next day can still be buried up to the ankles.

It was rare that the snow melted for a few days. Gongziyue was cleaning the road under the corridor. He looked at Zongque leading the horse and said: "Today we are going to enter."

Mountain?"

"Well, our food won't survive the winter." Zongque hung a bow and arrow on his saddle. "Food is scarce, and the wolves in the mountains may come out to look for food. Close the door."

"Okay, be careful on the road. If it snows, please come back soon." Gongzi Yue warned him as he watched him lead the horse out.

"Yes." Zongque responded, got on his horse and rode into the forest.

Young Master Yue watched his figure go away and closed the door.

It snowed heavily in late winter, and those who hibernated would go out to look for food. Zongque hunted three to five rabbits and one or two roe deer when he met a wolf in the jungle.

Wolves that travel during the day may go to villages and towns to hurt people once they are extremely hungry.

Zongque's arrow hit its vital point, but the wolf's body was hung on the horse's back, and the herbs in the basket were slowed down. When he was ready to return home with a full load, he heard an ouch sound coming from behind the tree.

His horse whip waved, and the originally hesitant person shouted: "Hey, there is a big living person here, does he have a conscience?"
Chapter completed!