The moonlight outside the hall is bright, and there is a light like a bean in the hall.
In the flickering flame of the candle, Su Yun looked tangled, wondering whether he should tell that the poem was engraved by his brother.
Li Qing discussed poems with Zhao Pu for a while, and felt that the artistic conception of Beiyang's early trip became more and more cold.
"Xiaoyun, what's wrong with you, are you sick?"
Li Qing noticed that Su Yun's expression was strange, so he asked.
Su Yun shook his head, pursed his lips, and asked Li Qing: "If the poem engraved on the table is written on paper, will it become worthless, Sister Qing?"
"how is this possible!"
Zhao Pu took the lead in denying, "This poem has far-reaching significance. It is written on paper and has only one authentic copy. I am afraid that the value will be higher. This is the original original of the poem."
Li Qing agreed and said: "Demo is right. If it were on paper, the value of this poem would be even higher."
Su Yun nodded heavily, and when she turned back, she was going to ask her elder brother personally if he engraved the poem and could he write it again on paper.
"My lord, Mr. Tan is here."
He Wu took a few attendants, led an old man in from outside, and reported to Li Qing.
Mr. Tan is an old man, his hair and beard are all white, his brows frowned as Zhao Pu talked about the situation.
"Tule was born in the grassland, and the arrows are too dirty. If the wound is purulent, the old will be helpless."
Su Yun was frightened, Hua Rong paled, her expression flustered, and she grabbed Li Qing's arm with great force, causing Li Qing to take a deep breath.
"Old Tan, you hurry up and take a look?"
Su Yun ordered the mound guarding the door to push open the door with Xiao Mu, and led Mr. Tan into the house.
"My brother is already asleep, Mr. Tan, can you help me take a look."
Old Man Tan sat down in front of the bed, pulled out Su Lu's arm, and put his fingers on Su Lu's wrist.
"The physical loss is quite heavy, the arrow injury in Lord Su Jue is not serious, but the delay is too long, so it will be a little tired."
"Miss Su, don't worry, I will prescribe a few medications for Lord Su Jue. After using it, not only the trauma is healed, but the inner abdomen is also intact."
Old Tan said with brows and brows, untied the medicated cloth on Su Lu's body, looked at the wound carefully, then took out a pen and paper, and wrote a few prescriptions.
"I will prescribe a soothing medicine for Lord Su, and let Lord Su sleep for a few hours. At the Minger Poetry Meeting, I will be another hero. This is a medicine to wash the wounds. When Lord Su wakes up, he will boil it. Water will wash his wounds. Lord Su Jue is tired, so let him sleep for a while."
Su Yun nodded, handed the prescription to Mound, let him go outside to buy the medicine.
Li Qing asked Su Lu: "Mr. Tan, how is Su Jue's injury? Is it serious? The war in Beizheng is in full swing, and there is a shortage of grain and grass, and Su Jue's transfer of grain and grass is inseparable."
Zhao Pu also asked and said: "You should let him sleep peacefully, not too long, but don't sleep over tomorrow's poetry meeting, I want to see what kind of poem he can write."
Old Tan laughed a few times: "The old man understands that he won't delay the princess's poetry meeting."
Zhao Pu was still a little worried. He asked Li Qing and said, "Will this poem meeting be held on the city wall? Your mansion is too far from here, and the city wall is close to Su Lu's house. Even if he is not awake, wait until he wakes up. It is also convenient to participate in the poem fair, and it can also replace the city defense and protect Beiyang."
Zhao Pu is triumphant for his wit.
Li Qing nodded when he heard the words, and felt the same. Tomorrow, Mid-Autumn Festival and Moon Zhengming, above the city wall, it is suitable to see the lights of thousands of houses.
Su Yun was stunned. As soon as he patted the two of them, he was completely puzzled by the behavior of turning the poetry club from the county lieutenant's mansion to the city wall. The world of the rich is indeed beyond my comprehension.
On the second day, Su Lu watched the bowl of soup medicine brought by the little mud, and frowned, "Are you sure this is soup medicine, not poison?"
This smells really irritating, it's almost the same as the disinfectant I have used.
Su Yun wiped a few black spots on both cheeks and rushed in: "Brother, don't drink it. It's for external use to wash wounds."
Su Lu couldn't help shaking his hand holding the bowl, thanks to his own words.
The second girl brought in a bowl of decoction that was considered normal from the back. Su Lu asked Su Yun with some trepidation: "This shouldn't be wrong, right?"
Su Yun's eyes widened: "Wrong, wrong, wrong, there are so many mistakes, drink quickly."
After speaking, Su Yun took the bowl in one hand, grabbed Su Lu in the other, raised his hand and poured the medicine into Su Lu's mouth.
Xiao Si rushed in from outside, holding another bowl in his hand, and yelled: "Miss, this is the medicine for the wound. That one is for soothing the nerves. If you drink it, you will sleep."
Su Yun looked at the empty bowl in his hand, and then at Su Lu, whose eyes were round, and slid while carrying the bowl: "Brother, this medicine is also drunk."
Su Lu almost fainted, if it wasn't his sister, he would have to be killed.
He told Xiao Mu Ba to bring himself some food. After Su Lu ate the food, he began to feel groggy. This calming medicine was quite powerful. Although it was not as good as sleeping pills, Su Lu also felt a little sleepy.
When Su Lu fell asleep, Er Niu and Su Yun poked their heads out of the door and gestured towards the little mud in the room.
"My lord has fallen asleep."
Little Mud whispered.
Su Yun took a long breath, patted his chest, and said dissatisfied: "Er Niu, if you make the wrong medicine like this, next time I will send you to the county lieutenant's mansion and let you see what they are doing. Long memory."
The second girl's head is as low as a quail: "Miss, people don't want it, but I always forget things recently. Since the resurgence of power broke through to the third level, that's it."
Little Mud nodded: "Me too, but I learned the method from the old soldiers in the army, knotted the rope to remember things, and recorded things on this rope."
The resurrection skill does not emphasize talent, but the damage to the body is great. The third layer is directly torturing the body, the internal organs, the limbs and the corpses, all have to be felt again.
Su Yun frowned, "Looking back, I will ask Master Chang if there is any good way for him? Master Chang has been on the front line of the East Route Army for some time. When can I come back."
In the yard, Xiao Si came in dexterously, "Miss, General Zhao Pu is here, he asked Sir Alex if he was awake?"
Su Yun's small face suddenly became a ball, and his lips were pursed. After a few times, he instructed Xiao Si to say: "Go and tell General Zhao, my brother is still asleep."
Outside the door, Zhao Pu looked dazed, still asleep?
Turning the horse's head, Zhao Pu went to the county lieutenant's mansion. Yesterday he specifically told Old Man Tan, but he didn't expect that he was still overdose. Now Su Lu is still asleep, so let's make a fart poem tonight.
...
When Su Lu woke up, the moonlight had passed through the window lattice and fell on the floor in front of the bed.
Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon is big and round, and the bright moonlight is like running water, pouring on the ground, as if covered with a layer of hoarfrost.
Mid-Autumn Festival Yueming, in my hometown, I should have been eating moon cakes to admire the moon, right? The Mid-Autumn Festival party should also begin.
Home, after all, can't go back.
Su Lu took a deep breath, his chest pain eased a lot, and the medicine Su Yun gave himself was quite effective. I took a look at the wound, and I had replaced it with a new medicine cloth, and the wound should have been cleaned.
There is a shortage of doctors and medicines, so it is difficult for her to find so many medicines.
The misty singing sounded in the distance, and it spread from far away in the silent dark night.
Mid-Autumn Festival, bright moon, homesickness, travel...
This should be the literati poker who climbed to the top of the city and left to express his emotions.
It should be Guo Dashan's brigade today, but let these literati go up to the city wall, and give him a few sticks when he turns around, and then let him run around in the army under the power of the princess. The soldiers of Nanguan Daying will not be easy to carry. .
Whenever he missed his relatives during the festive season, Su Lu became more and more homesick when he listened to the sound of chanting from a distance.
Looking up at the bright moon, looking down at hometown.
Su Lu read the Quiet Night Thoughts written by Li Bai, feeling that the whole person was influenced by the homesickness.
The moonlight in front of the bed, suspected to be frost on the ground.
Looking up at the bright moon, looking down at hometown.
In the yard, a surprised voice of little mud sounded: "...