The fox minister in the late Tang Dynasty

Chapter 173
Night clouds swim across the hazy moon, occasionally the sound of dogs barking can be heard in the streets and alleys, and the sound of clappers lingering indistinctly outside, in the courtyard of Yong'an Square, the lights are brightly lit, and figures are sitting in the courtyard, looking at the rooms on the attic.

The door opened, and Qiao Niang came out with a water basin with red eyes. The smell of herbs filled the closed gatehouse. The lamp standing by the bedside illuminated the side face of the young man sitting on the stool next to him. His dark face was reflected with water stains in his eyes. With candlelight, it is extraordinarily bright in the dim light.

In the eyes, the rickety figure walking on the edge of the bed is giving acupuncture to the sleepy old man. This is already the sixth doctor invited. I heard that the needle skills are top-notch in Chang'an. When Geng Qing came back, he asked about the family's rotation of diagnosis and treatment. There was no other way among the three doctors, so he called Zhang Huaiyi, asked a well-known and skilled doctor in the city, and finally brought him here by force.

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

"How is my father?"

"Alas, there is too much congestion, I can only try my best to clear it up, but it took too long." The doctor closed the medical box and sighed. The doctor's parents were heartbroken. He was brought here by force. The young man in front of him used his acupuncture skills because his father was seriously ill.

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

The doctor shook his head.

"It's been too long. Your father has an old injury on his head. It should be that after the injury, he didn't remove the blood stasis in a hurry. The old injury became a disease. It took so long to relapse. It is good fortune. I have tried my best. Maybe it is too late After a while, your father will be able to wake up, but don't talk too much, he may be a little unconscious."

"Thank you sir."

Geng Qing got up and cupped his hands, sent the other party outside the door, asked Dou Wei to pay for the consultation, turned around and sat by the window and looked at the old man on the bed. He can feel the fatherly love of the body, after all, this body is his now.

Perhaps the previous life lacked the warmth of the family. Geng Qing treated the two old people with the same respect as his biological parents. How could there be no affection in a few years.

It's just that he was too confused at that time, the old man didn't pay much attention to the wound on his head after the bleeding stopped, and the conditions were not good at that time, and when the conditions improved, this matter was gradually forgotten.

Now that the old man fell down suddenly, Geng Qing's heart was empty, with unspeakable guilt.

"father"

He called softly, but the old man on the bed did not respond, his breath was weak, and occasionally his fingers twitched twice. As the night deepened, Wang Jinqiu opened the door and came in to ask, wanting to guard for Geng Qing. After all, tomorrow, his son still has official duties be busy.

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

"I'm his son. Dad is sick. As a son, he should watch over him. Mother, you go back to your room to rest first, and come back tomorrow morning."

After he said this, he closed the door, then sat back on the low stool and remained motionless. The people outside were still guarding and could occasionally hear footsteps, but Geng Qing ignored it and just looked at the old man in a daze.

I don't know how long, the hand placed by the bed was suddenly squeezed, Geng Qing came back to his senses, and saw the old man slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were cloudy, looking at the curtain, then at his son, confused Woke up with a hoarse and weak voice.

"Zhuzi. Why are you here? Has the family farm been plowed yet?"

He grabbed around a few times indiscriminately with his hands, but he didn't stand up, the old man Geng's voice became a little anxious.

"How long have you been sitting around? If you don't plow the fields and sow seeds, what will you eat in winter?"

Amidst the gibberish, Geng Qing finally understood what the doctor said just now, 'Maybe my mind is a little blurry'. Her memory is fuzzy, and she only remembers the fields in the village.

Fortunately, I still remember my son.

"Father, the field has been plowed"

However, when Geng Qing said this, the face of the old man on the bed was a little dazed, and he stared blankly at the roof of the tent, "Zhuzi. Dad misses the fields in the village. That old fellow Geng Shun must have secretly planted them. Dad want to go back and see”

As the old man said, it seemed that his head started to hurt again, he coughed a few times, and fell asleep drowsily.

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

"Okay, my son will take you home. Let's go back to Gengjia Village. If the field is taken, my son will take it back for you. Get a good night's sleep. When you open your eyes, you may already be home."

He put the old man's hand back on the mattress, got up and left the room, and the group of helpers who were sitting quietly stood up and looked at them. Geng Qing smiled and raised his hand to them, "It's okay, my father has already woken up. , indicating that there is nothing wrong, you are also tired today, go back and rest first."

Geng Qing was talking, when there was a knock on the door in the side courtyard, a helper went to open the door, and then, a small figure came in behind, it was the end of the fish, holding a note in his hand, he jumped up to the attic with brisk steps, and put the paper The strip was handed over.

Over there, Geng Qing was still talking, so he took the note over there, glanced at it, and said, "Tomorrow, there may be something I want to tell everyone."

Then, the voice stopped, and when I looked carefully at the content above, the smile that I had squeezed out froze, and gradually returned to calm, and then became expressionless.

"Ji Chang, what's wrong?"

Seeing that there was something strange about him, Qin Huaimian jumped up, stepped on the guardrail of the stairs, and threw himself onto the second floor with his strength, and landed next to Geng Qing. When he looked at the note in his hand, his expression suddenly became complicated.

"This matter still needs to be discussed in the long run. Let's wait and see. Ji Chang, I know you have some friendship with them, but you can't mess around right now. The Jiedu envoys of the towns are still stationed outside the city, no more than the yellow bandits."

Geng Qing naturally heard the words passed on, squeezed out a little smile, raised his hand and patted the scholar on the shoulder, turned around and walked to the stairs, passing by the crowd, also without saying a word, sat on the stone bench under the tree, white Rue Xiang wanted to go up to comfort her, but she didn't know what happened, so she had to worry beside her.

As if feeling the master's mood, the red fox ran over and jumped up. Geng Qing caught it and hugged it on his lap. Outlined the outline of a woman.

The dead concubine was called Wang Surong, a young girl who was only seventeen years old, but she was also a talented person in the palace. The emperor's mother-in-law used to be in Guangdefang. Every time she passed by, she could be seen watering the flowers with a watering can , or cleaning the garden path, or the girl's heart, every time I see Geng Qing, he will take a husband every time, and call him very sweet.

"Husband, how do you think my flowers are growing? Do they look good?"

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

". If I go back to the palace in the future, I must take good care of the flower garden here for my concubine."

The changing clouds and the hazy moonlight seemed to be the clear and sweet voice echoing in his ears. The day before the farewell, Su Rong was among the girls with a hesitant expression on his face. Body blessing ceremony.

"Send off my husband, hope your husband is well."

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

The crowd around, Dou Wei and others gathered around, and from Qin Huaimian's mouth, they probably understood what was going on. They had been to the courtyard of Guangde Square before, and they knew the little girl named Wang Surong to some extent. Her husband was beaten to death, and she was filled with righteous indignation.

"Sir." Dou Wei opened his mouth.

Before he could speak, Geng Qing, who was on the stone bench under the tree, lowered his face, stroking the red fox on his leg, sliding down its hair, his voice was low and hoarse, and squeezed out from his throat.

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

Everyone is puzzled.

Geng Qing raised his face, his eyes were full of emotions that no one had ever seen before, and for a moment it seemed that ice had slid down the back of his neck to his tailbone.

"Don't ask, just do it."

The cool voice is simple and frightening.

　I can't finish writing today, so I can only finish this volume tomorrow, and it will probably be put in the VIP chapter.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)