After a while, a servant said in a panic: Who was... uncle just now?
Except for Huoling, I'm afraid no one dares to go straight in like this, but isn't the old man in the northwest?
Because Qin Xue was sleepy, everyone also discussed whether to know Huo Ling. Finally, Xuan Zhao decided:
The eldest brother has important things to do. If it is not impossible to imagine, he will not be able to disturb him without any trouble at home.My sister-in-law's illness may be cured in one or two days, but now she will still wait and see how it turns out to be better.
Therefore, Qin Xue was in a coma for more than a month, and Huo Ling knew nothing, but as the situation became more and more serious, Xuan Zhao could not hide it from him again.
Huo Ling still remembered the day he received the letter. He was anxious and regretful, wishing he could not bear wings and fly to his wife immediately.
At that moment, he hurriedly wrote a letter to the court to allow him to take leave, and then he told General Jingbei, who was guarding the northwest. Before he could wait for the court to make a reply, he returned to the capital at night, without stopping.
There were seven or eight Dayuan horses he ran to death along the way. Every time he went to an inn, he would never stop and rest if he hadn't been able to hold on. He only changed his horseshoe to replenish his dry food and set off immediately.
Fortunately, the more you go south, the warmer the climate is, far less like the northwest. Even in April, there are still occasional wind and snow.
But the ten-day meal and dew still made him look haggard, with stubble on his face. If he weren't a familiar person, he would hardly recognize him.
The galloping in the heavy rain made him soaked.
The cold air kept pouring in through the gaps in the clothes, and the fabric soaked in water was pressed heavily on his body. When Huo Ling turned over and dismounted, the girls and women were all shocked and dared not show up.
...Where is grandma?He spoke in a hoarse voice.
Having not spoke for a long time, his voice was rubbing like gravel, and his eyes were as dark as ink, covered with terrifying blood.
The girl answered. On the bed in the inner room, before she finished speaking, her tall figure rushed in quickly.
When he rushed to the curtain, he suddenly stopped again and quietly lifted the curtain. Slowly, step by step, as if he was afraid of waking up the person on the bed, and he seemed to be afraid to face it, and stopped beside the bed.
...She was still asleep.
Her face was calm, and there seemed to be a faint smile on her lips. Her gentle and beautiful eyebrows made Huoling's eyes warm. She quickly pinched her fists tightly and pressed back the sudden sourness.
He sat down silently by the bed, raised his hand and gently stroked the black hair that Qin Xue dragged by the pillow.
She had extremely thick long hair from crows. When she was tentacles, she felt as smooth as silk satin. But from when she started, the shiny black satin began to dry and wither.
He felt sad, Huo Ling's hand paused and continued to touch it, but the force was more gentle than just now.
On the way back, he thought he had a thousand words, but he wanted to tell her that he was late and he wanted to apologize to her because he did not protect her...
But until this moment, he realized that he could not say anything, not that he didn't want to, just because... no one could listen to him.
But in Xuanzhao's study, there were tables, boxes and cabinets in the room... lamps and candles were lit everywhere, making the whole room as bright as daylight and illuminating the pages of books and papers on the ground.
Some of the papers had some sloppy handwriting, while others had acupoint maps and some herbal patterns. Xuan Zhao sat casually among the papers all over the floor, brushing his pens from time to time like the wind, and his expression was blank and dull from time to time. I wonder what he was thinking about.
Since Qin Xue was in a coma, except for the half hour he went to the room to see her every day, he locked himself in the room, read countless classics and medical records, and vowed to find out the reason for Qin Xue's coma.
Every day, the candles in this room were not extinguished all night. When he was thirsty, he would grab the teapot and drink it. He would not call anyone when he was hungry. Until the girls came to deliver the meal, he could feel the hunger in his stomach.
In the past thirty days, he quickly lost weight, his eyes were sunken, and under the candlelight, his eyes became dimmer.
There was a large ball of ink on the hem of the clothes. Xuan Zhao didn't care. While writing quickly, suddenly, the girl's voice came from outside the door:
Second Master, the old man has just returned, please come over.
Except for Huoling, I'm afraid no one dares to go straight in like this, but isn't the old man in the northwest?
Because Qin Xue was sleepy, everyone also discussed whether to know Huo Ling. Finally, Xuan Zhao decided:
The eldest brother has important things to do. If it is not impossible to imagine, he will not be able to disturb him without any trouble at home.My sister-in-law's illness may be cured in one or two days, but now she will still wait and see how it turns out to be better.
Therefore, Qin Xue was in a coma for more than a month, and Huo Ling knew nothing, but as the situation became more and more serious, Xuan Zhao could not hide it from him again.
Huo Ling still remembered the day he received the letter. He was anxious and regretful, wishing he could not bear wings and fly to his wife immediately.
At that moment, he hurriedly wrote a letter to the court to allow him to take leave, and then he told General Jingbei, who was guarding the northwest. Before he could wait for the court to make a reply, he returned to the capital at night, without stopping.
There were seven or eight Dayuan horses he ran to death along the way. Every time he went to an inn, he would never stop and rest if he hadn't been able to hold on. He only changed his horseshoe to replenish his dry food and set off immediately.
Fortunately, the more you go south, the warmer the climate is, far less like the northwest. Even in April, there are still occasional wind and snow.
But the ten-day meal and dew still made him look haggard, with stubble on his face. If he weren't a familiar person, he would hardly recognize him.
The galloping in the heavy rain made him soaked.
The cold air kept pouring in through the gaps in the clothes, and the fabric soaked in water was pressed heavily on his body. When Huo Ling turned over and dismounted, the girls and women were all shocked and dared not show up.
...Where is grandma?He spoke in a hoarse voice.
Having not spoke for a long time, his voice was rubbing like gravel, and his eyes were as dark as ink, covered with terrifying blood.
The girl answered. On the bed in the inner room, before she finished speaking, her tall figure rushed in quickly.
When he rushed to the curtain, he suddenly stopped again and quietly lifted the curtain. Slowly, step by step, as if he was afraid of waking up the person on the bed, and he seemed to be afraid to face it, and stopped beside the bed.
...She was still asleep.
Her face was calm, and there seemed to be a faint smile on her lips. Her gentle and beautiful eyebrows made Huoling's eyes warm. She quickly pinched her fists tightly and pressed back the sudden sourness.
He sat down silently by the bed, raised his hand and gently stroked the black hair that Qin Xue dragged by the pillow.
She had extremely thick long hair from crows. When she was tentacles, she felt as smooth as silk satin. But from when she started, the shiny black satin began to dry and wither.
He felt sad, Huo Ling's hand paused and continued to touch it, but the force was more gentle than just now.
On the way back, he thought he had a thousand words, but he wanted to tell her that he was late and he wanted to apologize to her because he did not protect her...
But until this moment, he realized that he could not say anything, not that he didn't want to, just because... no one could listen to him.
But in Xuanzhao's study, there were tables, boxes and cabinets in the room... lamps and candles were lit everywhere, making the whole room as bright as daylight and illuminating the pages of books and papers on the ground.
Some of the papers had some sloppy handwriting, while others had acupoint maps and some herbal patterns. Xuan Zhao sat casually among the papers all over the floor, brushing his pens from time to time like the wind, and his expression was blank and dull from time to time. I wonder what he was thinking about.
Since Qin Xue was in a coma, except for the half hour he went to the room to see her every day, he locked himself in the room, read countless classics and medical records, and vowed to find out the reason for Qin Xue's coma.
Every day, the candles in this room were not extinguished all night. When he was thirsty, he would grab the teapot and drink it. He would not call anyone when he was hungry. Until the girls came to deliver the meal, he could feel the hunger in his stomach.
In the past thirty days, he quickly lost weight, his eyes were sunken, and under the candlelight, his eyes became dimmer.
There was a large ball of ink on the hem of the clothes. Xuan Zhao didn't care. While writing quickly, suddenly, the girl's voice came from outside the door:
Second Master, the old man has just returned, please come over.
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