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A few people entered Zhongshan in a carriage, and when they left the Beili Gate, it was no longer within the range of Jiankang. Cen Li fed some water to Wang Bing who was leaning on him, as if he was hugging a cold dead body. On Wang Bing's wrist, the intermittent intermittent pulse was barely audible.

Cen Li said coldly with a dark face: "Look for a place where there are people nearby."

Several people walked all night, the sky was bright, and found a small mountain village with 500 people. Cen Li poked his head out to look, the rooster kept crowing, the mountains were shrouded in smoke, and the fields were in order. Cen Li and his party were not very surprised. Someone went to inquire and said, "Your Highness, there is an inn ahead."

Cen Li: "Let's go."

After walking for about a cup of tea, a few people walked to the inn called by the locals at the destination - a dilapidated temple, even the back rooms were collapsed, and only the front hall was barely inhabitable.

Cen Li frowned. It is really unlikely that there is an inn in this rural area with hundreds of people. In short, there is barely a place to rest. There should be a doctor here.

Cen Li got out of the car with Wang Bing on his back. Someone had already cleaned up the confession. Cen Li put Wang Bing down, took out his broken silver and said to those people: "Go get a bucket of water, and go buy some rice from the villagers. If you have clothes, you go feed the horses, and you go to the doctor for the best."

A few people dispersed, and after a while the water came, Cen Li fed some more to Wang Bing, and wiped the rest for him. Wang Bing was covered in blood, and the wound on his neck had scabbed over. He took off his prison uniform, and wiped the arrow hole where the white flesh was flying.

The second time I touched this body, it was the same shocking red both times, and this time it was even more horrible. The welt marks all over the body were beyond count, and it couldn't get better.

It took Cen Li a lot of effort to wipe it off. At this time, the rice and clothes shoppers just entered the temple with hot rice porridge and clothes, put them down, and then exited wisely.

Cen Li dressed him expressionlessly and fed him some porridge. Wang Bing remained in a coma. He vomited more porridge than he ate. The corners of the mouth flowed out.

"Eating porridge doesn't make people worry!" Cen Li was slightly angry, dropped the spoon, and poured the porridge into his mouth. After chewing carefully, he felt a cold and delicate touch on his lips. Cen Li was very nervous at first. The porridge was roughly crossed, and a lot of it came out again. Cen Li gradually mastered the trick, and it took a cup of tea to serve the prince to finish the porridge.

"The doctor is here! Please, doctor, please..." A man led a white-haired doctor into the temple. Cen Li could only give this man money, and said two simple words: "Save him."

The people in the countryside are simple, the old man didn't even look at the money in front of him, he walked directly to Wang Bing, his waist trembled in fright, what most doctors in the village saw was fever and bitten by chickens, dogs and snakes , Where have I seen such a terrible and serious illness, and said in horror: "This... is this person still alive?"

"Alive." Cen Li also knew that the man was frightened, "He is still alive, he really wants to live, if you save him, I will give you a lifetime of glory and wealth."

The old man went up and tried Wang Bing's forehead, waved his hand in disapproval, and said, "Young people are talking nonsense, but this old man will try his best. You send someone to my house to bring the medicine box hanging on the left side of my door. I don't care." Knowing that the injury was so serious, I thought it was a common fever, and I didn’t bring all the tools.” Those people did not dare to leave the post without Cen Li’s order, and the old man jumped up angrily: “Go quickly, why are you standing there? Do you want me to go? ?”

"You go." Cen Li pointed to the person who led the old man just now, "Do as he said."

When the medicine box was brought back, the old man wrung out a piece of cloth and applied it to Wang Bing's forehead, then took off the clothes that Cen Li had put on with great difficulty, took out the medicine box, pounded herbs with pestle, and applied them to the right shoulder first.

Cen Li's face became darker and darker, and finally he went out out of sight, wandering around, the clothes were bought by Wang Bing, not suitable for going to the fields, Cen Li sat on the high grass, and closed his eyes comfortably .

He was on the road the next day after being shaken awake, from Shanyin to Runan, and was recognized by an old man on the streets of Runan. He was an eunuch who used to be with Emperor Zhao. People around his father naturally recognized him. The eunuch fled to Runan with a large number of Huns after the fall of Zhao State. Runan is the border between the two countries, and the Liang people were in turn oppressed by the Huns here.Cen Li was brought back to the mansion by him, and there were several ministers of the Zhao Kingdom hidden in the eunuch's mansion. When they saw Cen Li, they all fell to the ground and shouted "God bless Zhao", and there were more than a few ministers. They had a lot of influence in Runan City , almost all the Huns in Runan obeyed them.Cen Li was able to return to his homeland by crossing Runan, but he used his carbine and headed south to Jiankang under the puzzled expressions of the ministers.

Cen Li thought to himself: If you live, you need to see people; when you die, you need to see corpses.He is such a smart person, he has survived the disaster of Anxi, and he will definitely not die in a ghost place like Shanyin.

The reason why it was Jiankang instead of Shanyin was because he found someone following him as soon as he arrived in Runan. With the help of his old ministers and clansmen, he followed the vines and found out that he was in Jiankang Tingwei prison, so he immediately caught a few people familiar with the terrain. People go to Jiankang.

Cen Li didn't close his eyes all night, and he slept until dusk. His subordinates came to wake him up, saying that Wang Bing had woken up.

Wang Bing opened his eyes and saw a white beard, his head was still muddy, like a baby staring at the chaotic world, the white beard on his forehead didn't know what to do, and then walked away.

After the white beard left, a pair of light-colored eyes illuminated the chaotic world. Wang Bing didn't say much in Tingwei Temple. One was that he had no energy and the other was that Wang Hong rarely visited him. Saw wood: "I'm sorry."

You came.Sorry, I killed your most important partner, but you generously extended a helping hand to me.

There are more serious words, but this is the only sentence I'm sorry, which is the only word that Wang Bing, who has nothing at all, can say.

Cen Li's hands hidden in his wide sleeves were clenched into fists, and he didn't dare to stretch them out. Even if he was comforting others, his tone sounded emotionless: "Don't think too much, take care of your wounds."

Cen Li was not hard-hearted, but the loss of Tu Ya made it difficult for him to laugh again.

The Langzhong rushed in regardless of other people's obstruction, and he didn't know where his seventy-year-old bones got the strength to push Cen Li away, removed the cloth on Wang Bing's forehead, and immediately retracted his hand as soon as he put it on, and he didn't know how to speak in a low voice, Holding a scalpel the size of a finger in his hand, he shouted: "You young man, why don't you come in before you are so anxious, you will wake up and have not yet passed the safe period, and you have a febrile disease! You young man thought The old man is a god who can turn people into bouncers with a wave of his hand? The old man tells you that he is still seriously injured !"

Cen Li was bombarded by Lianzhu, and it was the first time that those subordinates saw His Highness the Crown Prince in such a mess, they forced Cen Li to "boom" away with their eyes while suppressing a smile.

Cen Li had nothing to do, so he imitated his subordinates to cook porridge. He plucked the feathers of the pheasants his subordinates had brought, twisted them into several pieces and put them in a pot for cooking. The pot and bowl belonged to the doctor Bai Qingxuan , Bai Qingxuan took Wang Bing home to take care of him, and the rest of the redundant people in Bai Qingxuan's eyes were kicked out.

"Don't touch it!" Cen Li patted the hand that was reaching out to ask for chicken soup, and the man shrugged and turned to eat gruel.

"Senior White?" Cen Li knocked on the door of Bai Qingxuan's house with the unharmed chicken soup, the fence door creaked open, Bai Qingxuan ignored him, opened the door and walked into the house.

Cen Li quickly followed and entered the thatched hut. Wang Bing was lying on the bed, his upper body was wrapped in linen. Bai Qingzheng was afraid that the wound would be crushed, so he only covered him with a thin quilt. He didn't sleep well. Holding the thin quilt tightly with his hands, there is still water in the corners of his eyes.

After Cen Li fed him the chicken soup and walked out of the room, Bai Qing pretended to have prepared some tea and signaled Cen Li to sit down, took a sip of tea and asked straight to the point: "Where is his father?"

Cen Li was stunned by the question, and soon he figured it out - Wang Bing was probably talking in his sleep.

"Dead." Cen Li added without hesitation: "It was a miserable death." It is indeed very miserable to be cast aside by thousands of people when you die.

Bai Qing pretended to be savvy and didn't ask any more, sighed and said: "To tell you the truth, this is the first time this old man has seen someone suffer such a serious injury. It seems that the wound on his right shoulder was not healed in time, and the wrist bone was spliced. It will still cause the root of the disease, it is already half useless, don't even think about writing and lifting heavy objects in the future..."

"He writes with his left hand." Cen Li interrupted him.

"It's a blessing. His left hand is safe. I bandaged the neck and other wounds myself. Don't think about not leaving a scar. He still has a scar on his forehead. It doesn't look like a new wound. I heard you said that he has been hungry for a long time. Now you We can only feed him some porridge, feed him slowly, and not eat too much, and let his body recuperate slowly."

Cen Li nodded, knowing that the person was finally rescued, took out the silver and handed it over, and solemnly kowtowed: "Thank you."

The next morning, Wang Bing woke up.Cen Li and Bai Qingxuan had just returned from collecting the medicines, and as soon as they were about to go in, they gave Bai Qingxuan a blast to sort out the medicines they picked. Cen Li threw the basket on the ground and stood there stupidly at the door.

Bai Qing pretended to come out and looked at the pannier on the ground, "Hey you... get lost, old man!"

So Cen Li rolled into the room. Wang Bing was in good spirits, and his febrile illness was almost healed. Seeing that Cen Li was not as excited and sad as when he just woke up, he said with a smile: "I heard Bai Gong said that you have been the one for the past few days." Thank you for taking care of me."

Cen Li crouched in front of the collapse like a wolf dog, and nodded uncomfortably.

Wang Bing: "I won't let you save my life for nothing, what are you going to do in the future?"

"You know my identity, my father is Liu Kou, and it was my father who sent Chongyan to attack Luoyang, so you... Will you follow me?" This is what Cen Li has always wanted to ask but dare not ask. Kai said, otherwise Wang Bing would regret it after knowing his identity, and he didn't know what he would do.

And Wang Fu separated the monarch and ministers of Zhao State, and was one of the murderers who promoted the demise of Zhao State.

"Okay." Wang Bing didn't hesitate - I'll follow you.

Two sworn enemies seek peace.

Cen Li remembered that he was in Sima Ye's shop, and he said that night: History will only go in two directions: Liang, Xiongnu, and Jie will fight to the death, or assimilate over time, and now they are just at a fork in the road.He can even tolerate himself as the prince of the Huns, and he obviously approves of the latter.Because in Wang Bing's eyes, there is no distinction at all. Everyone is relatives and friends who come from afar, and they are guests who can shake hands and chat happily.

Cen Li loves Liang culture. He was full of expectations for this advanced and enlightened country when he did not follow his grandfather Nagel to the Central Plains. What he saw was a broken mountain and river. Nagel didn’t want to be king and emperor. Treat them as human beings, and if they want to cheat each other, they will take advantage of the emptiness and turn their backs.

Later, the country was ruined and the family was destroyed, and he was reduced to a slave and finally bought by Lin Yi. He was subjected to inhuman abuse, and the beautiful fantasy of Daliang buried in his heart since childhood was completely swallowed up by hatred. He once swore under the feet of others: To kill all the beam dogs!

The resentment in his heart continued to grow day and night, until he escaped from the Lin Mansion. Everyone on the road saw him with a look of disgust, more disgusting than seeing dog shit, until he met Wang Bing in a restaurant.

The man shielded him from the rain and gave him a little peace.

His life and death are unknown, and he sent someone to inquire about his whereabouts.

Cen Li's thin lips parted slightly, and gradually rose to a perfect arc.

Cen Li: "Then let's go to Pingyang and disrupt the situation!"