Uncle Jinwu Zangyi

"It's getting dark." Guan Yao's voice was lazy and wanton.

Liang Ling rubbed his face against the other's forehead, "Are you hungry, why don't you get up and have something to eat, or want to sleep again."

"Lie down again." Guan Yao narrowed his eyes again.

Liang Ling pinched the other person's nose, "If you don't tease me, you don't have to suffer from this."

"Your concentration, why didn't you get hooked by others?" Guan Yao pushed a little into the opponent's arms.

Liang Ling snorted, "I don't have time to hook others up. If you hadn't come, I would still be on the pasture."

"Are there any Hu enemies invading the country recently?"

"It's less after autumn."

Guan Yao opened his eyes, and calmly pondered for a while, "Marshal Liang is still outside the border of Beiliu?"

"Well, I don't know what the Holy Majesty thinks, but my father was just transferred back to Fujing last year and moved back after only two months." Liang Ling said with a dissatisfied tone.

Guan Yao frowned, "Marshal Liang is so old, and he still suffers so much."

"I don't know if it's appropriate to say it or not, but it's just getting angry." Liang Ling lowered his voice.

"What else can we say between you and me?"

Liang Ling kissed Guan Yao's forehead, "In the past few years, the Holy Majesty has become more and more confused. The military power is held by my father but used in the barbarians of Beiliu. The chaos in the northwest border does not allow me and my father to intervene. I committed myself to the southwest for five years. Like a goalkeeper, the crown prince's death in the frontier is completely the result of his soldiers being useless."

"It's not easy for Marshal Liang to master this soldier talisman. His Majesty's confusion is also influenced by the chaotic party in the court." Guan Yao said, thinking of that person in his mind.

"It's all helpless. The only good thing is that at least my father can protect himself in the barbaric border of Beiliu. If he stays in Fujing, he must always guard against the sword and bow in the dark." Liang Ling sighed.

Guan Yao's palms couldn't help sweating, "Since the old commander has the destiny to stand in this position, it is natural for Xiangyun to lean over and be more at ease."

"I hope it's as you said." Liang Ling echoed far-fetchedly, "You have to be more careful when you walk around in the officialdom."

"I understand this." Guan Yao exhaled, "I will be careful."

Liang Ling didn't know what to say, Guan Yao's situation really made him worry, "I have something, I think I should tell you."

"What's the matter?" Guan Yao felt a little palpitated.

"I think it's better for you not to work under Prince Duan. I don't think he...has gotten along well with the North Korean Party in the past two years." Liang Ling looked worried.

Prince Duan, Chu Yuan, the current emperor's mother and younger brother, is the only emperor's uncle in Dali.

Guan Yao lowered her eyes, "I have been a servant of Uncle Chu for nearly ten years, and there are some things that cannot be solved."

"If he can help you, I can help you too. If I had met you earlier, maybe I could have given you a hand." Liang Ling was so serious that he couldn't be more serious.

Guan Yao raised her hand to cover her eyes, and said wearily: "The person who killed my righteous brother has not been found yet, so I have to rely on Uncle Chu's hand."

"I'm not very clear about some things. In short, you have to be careful, Prince Duan and Prince Duan." Liang Lingyu said earnestly.

How can Guan Yao tell the other party that he has been working for these two people.

"I'll be careful, and so are you." There was something unspeakable in Guan Yaoming's eyes.

………………

In the past two days, there were riots in several places down the mountain, Song Yu went alone to quell the riots, and stayed in the city for another day, preparing to leave for the mountain.

However, when they passed by the Bishui River, they found someone, or something that looked more like a corpse lying in the haystack by the roadside.

Song Yu was a little panicked. When he went over, he saw a young man in his twenties lying down. His face was pale, his hair was disheveled, and there were smudged black and red blood in many places on his clothes.

Song Yu reached out and touched the other party's throat.There is also body temperature, but the breathing is a little shallow, and the person is still alive.

He patted the other party and yelled twice, but the other party didn't respond, probably passed out from his injuries.

Song Yu hesitated, whether to take the other party back to the mountain or turn back to the city to make him have a hard time.

After struggling for a moment, Song Yu put the man on his back, planning to carry him back to the mountain step by step.

I was lucky, when I walked halfway along the plank road in the mountain, I met the villagers who were going down the mountain in the middle of the village. With the help of the villagers, this trip was less strenuous.

But after returning to the village, Song Yu ran into trouble again. He was brought back, so where will he be placed next?What's more, this person doesn't seem to be in a good condition.

After the number of refugees in the village increased, there were no vacant houses left, but let's send them to the medical workshop. The place there is not big, and it is not suitable to send them to other people's homes.

The reason why Song Yu never thought about the Qingyu case was because there was a selfish voice in his heart saying: The Qingyu case belonged exclusively to him and Xiao Kan.

But on second thought, Du Nujiao lived in, and Zhu Jianqing also lived in. Such selfish thoughts should be resisted.

What's more, the other party is still a dying patient.

Therefore, Song Yu brought the other party back to the Qingyu case, and ordered someone to call Doctor Zhao.

But Doctor Zhao didn't come, it was Zhao Linjiang who came.

Song Yu hadn't seen Zhao Linjiang for half a month, and Zhao Linjiang looked a little depressed.

"How?" Song Yu stood aside and looked at the people on the couch.

Zhao Linjiang wiped off the blood stains on the man's face, "It should be due to excessive fatigue and a knife edge on his shoulder, and he lost too much blood. I will give him medicine later, try to sew him up, and take good care of him. It should be very good. Wake up soon."

"Okay, thank you for your trouble." Song Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

"Third Master is serious. It's all Linjiang's business." Zhao Linjiang opened his medicine box and began to give the man medicine.

Song Yu was not idle either, planning to get a clean suit for the man to change into.

But there were originally two people living in this courtyard, whose clothes should I take?

He wanted to take his own clothes, but that person's figure didn't fit his own, but he was very close to Xiao Kan's.

As soon as this idea came up, Song Yu immediately vetoed it.

Finally, Song Yu said to Zhao Linjiang as if nothing had happened: "You have extra clothes, I think the clothes of this generation are tattered, so I need to change them."

Zhao Linjiang understood the other party's intentions without much thought, "Yes, I'll send some over later."

"So good."

"May I ask, is this person a friend of the third master?" Zhao Linjiang asked while picking out blood clots.

Song Yu felt a little pain when he saw the thick knife wound on the man's shoulder, "I picked it up at the foot of the mountain."

"This..." Zhao Linjiang wanted to say that the origin of this person was unknown, but he didn't think of words, "It must be someone who fled."

"Maybe."

A day later, the man finally woke up.

Song Yu happened to come to see him at that time, the man opened his eyes and saw Song Yu and immediately became defensive, "Who are you!"

"Shouldn't I be the one asking you this question?" Song Yu put the food brought back from the kitchen on the table beside him.

The man glanced around, touched his shoulder again, and asked cautiously, "You saved me?"

"Yeah." Song Yu sat down straight.

The man was quiet for a moment, probably thinking about things, and asked after a while, "Where is this?"

"South of Pingyong City, Cangwu Peak, Heiyao Village." Song Yu said with a drum.

"Heiyao Village..." The man whispered to himself, then asked, "Why did you save me?"

Song Yu didn't have any extra explanations, "I saw it on the road and saved it."

"Then, who are you?"

"Heiyao Village, the owner of the village, Song Yu."

The man's vigilance relaxed a bit, and his face became more pleasant, "Junior Yue Zhongxing, from the west... Southwest, thank you for saving my life, senior."

The author has something to say: Yue Zhongxing is taken from the name of the Ci brand "Yue Zhong Xing", oh, Liang Ling is also the name of the Ci card, a two-character Ci card name.