Chapter 66

The moonlight outside the hall is bright, and a lamp in the hall is like beans.

In the flickering light of the candle, Su Yun looked tangled. He didn't know whether to say that the poem was engraved by his brother.

Li Qing discussed poems with Zhao Pu for a while, and felt more and more that the mood of Beiyang's early departure was bleak. They were good at playing with saixiaqu and could not be generalized.

"Xiao Yun, what's the matter with you? Are you uncomfortable?"

Li Qing noticed that Su Yun looked different, 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 possible!"

Zhao Pu took the lead in denying, "this poem has far-reaching significance. Written on paper, there is only one authentic work. I'm afraid it will be more valuable. This is the original work of everyone in the poem."

Li Qing also agreed and said, "de Mou is right. If it is on paper, the value of this poem will be higher."

Su Yun nodded heavily. Looking back, she wanted to ask her brother whether he engraved the poem and whether she could write it again on paper.

"Sir, Mr. Tan is here."

He Wu, with several attendants, led an old man in from the outside and reported it to Li Qing.

Mr. Tan is an old man with white hair and beard. Listening to Zhao Pu talking about the situation, his eyebrows wrinkled.

"Tule was born in the grassland. There are many unclean arrows. If the wound is suppurative, there is nothing old man can do."

Su Yun was frightened. The flower looked pale and flustered. He grabbed Li Qing's arm and made Li Qing take a deep breath of air-conditioning.

"Lao Tan, why don't you take a look?"

Su Yun told the doorkeeper's mound to push open the door with the little mud and led Mr. Tan into the house.

"My brother is already asleep, Mr. tan. Please 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 is not heavy, but the delay is too long, so he is a little tired."

"Don't worry, Miss Su. I'll prescribe some medicine for Lord su. After using it, not only will the trauma recover, but also the inner abdomen will be intact."

Old man Tan said happily, untied the medicine cloth on Su Lu, looked at the wound carefully, then took out a paper and pen and wrote some prescriptions.

"I'll prescribe a tranquilizer for Lord Su first and let him sleep for a few hours. He will be a hero at the poetry meeting tomorrow. This is a medicine to wash his wounds. When Lord Su wakes up, boil water to clean his wounds. Lord Su is tired, let him sleep first."

Su Yun nodded and gave the prescription to mound Er, asking him to go outside and buy the medicine back.

Li Qing asked Su Lu, "Mr. Tan, how is Lord Su's injury? Is it serious? Today, the war in Beizheng is in full swing, and there is a lack of food and grass, so it is inseparable from Lord Su's transportation of food and grass."

Zhao Pu also asked and said, "don't let him sleep for too long. Don't sleep past tomorrow's poetry meeting. I want to see what kind of poetry he can write."

Old Tan laughed a few times: "I understand that I won't delay the princess's poetry meeting."

Zhao Pu was still a little worried. He asked Li Qing and said, "maybe the poetry meeting will be held on the city wall. Your house is too far away from here. The city wall is close to Su Lu's house. Even if he doesn't wake up, it's convenient for him to participate in the poetry meeting when he wakes up, and he can replace the city defense and guard Beiyang."

Zhao Pu is proud of his wit.

Li Qingwen nodded and felt the same. Tomorrow's Mid Autumn Festival, the moon is just bright, and it's right to see thousands of lights on the city wall.

Su Yun was stunned. He was very puzzled about the two people's behavior of turning the poetry club from the county Wei's house to the city wall. I really can't understand the world of the rich.

The next day, Su Lu looked at a bowl of soup brought by little mud and frowned: "are you sure it's soup, not poison?"

The taste is really strong. It's almost the same as the disinfectant you've used.

Su Yun put some black ideas on his cheeks and rushed in: "brother, don't drink. It's for external use to wash the wound."

Su Lu's hand holding the bowl couldn't help shaking. Thanks to his mouth, he asked.

Er Niu brought in a bowl of normal soup medicine from the back. Su Lu was a little frightened and asked Su Yun, "shouldn't this be wrong?"

Su Yun stared: "wrong, there are so many mistakes there. Drink quickly."

Then Su Yun took the bowl in one hand and grabbed Su Lu in the other. He 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 injury. It's soothing. You'll sleep after drinking."

Su Yun looked at the empty bowl in his hand and looked at Su Lu with round eyes. He slipped away with the bowl: "brother, this medicine can also be drunk."

Su Lu almost fainted. If it weren't for his sister, he would have to be killed.

He told little mud to bring some food for himself. Su Lu ate and began to feel dizzy. The calming medicine was quite powerful. Although it was not better than sleeping pills, Su Lu also felt a little sleepy.

Waiting for Su Lu to sleep, er Niu and Su Yun poked their heads out of the door and gestured at the little mud in the house.

"The adult has fallen asleep."

The little mud whispered.

Su Yun took a long breath, patted his chest and said discontentedly, "Er Niu, if you make the wrong medicine again, next time I'll send you to the county Wei's house to show you how they have a long memory."

Er Niu's head was as low as a quail: "Miss, people don't want to, but they always forget things recently. It's been like this since the resurgence broke through to the third floor."

The little mud nodded: "me too, but I learned from the old soldiers in the army, tied ropes and recorded things on this rope."

Rebirth is not a talent, but it does great damage to the body. The third level is directly the torture of the body. You should feel all your internal organs and limbs.

Su Yunmei frowned. "Look back and I'll ask Master Chang if he has any good ways. Master Chang's father has been at the front line of the East Road army for some time. When can he come back?"

In the yard, Xiao Si came in dexterously, "Miss, General Zhao Pu came. He asked if Sir Alex was awake?"

Su Yun's small face suddenly became a ball of bitterness and pursed his lips. After several times, he ordered Xiao Si to say, "go and tell General Zhao that my brother is still asleep."

Outside the door, Zhao Pu looked confused and fell asleep?

After turning his horse's head, Zhao Pu went to the county Wei's house. Last night, he specially told old man tan. Unexpectedly, he still had an overdose of medicine. Su Lu is still asleep now. Make a fart poem tonight.

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When Su Lu woke up, the moonlight had fallen on the ground in front of the bed through the window lattice.

Today is the Mid Autumn Festival. The moon is big and round. The bright moonlight is like running water, pouring on the ground as if covered with a layer of white frost.

Mid Autumn Festival moon, in my hometown, I should have been eating moon cakes to enjoy the moon, and the Mid Autumn Festival party should also begin.

Home, after all, can't go back.

Su Lu took a deep breath, and the pain in his chest decreased a lot. The medicine Su Yun gave himself was still very effective. After looking at the wound, a new medicine cloth has been replaced, and the wound should have been cleaned.

There is a shortage of medicine here. It's hard for her to find so many medicine back.

Ethereal songs sounded in the distance and spread far away in the silent night.

Mid Autumn Festival, bright moon, homesickness, Jilv

It should be that literati and poets climbed up the city and expressed their feelings.

Today, Guo Dashan brigade should be on duty. He let these literati go to the city wall and gave him some military sticks. Then he let him fool around in the army with the potential of the princess. It's hard to take the soldiers of Nanguan camp.

Every festival, Su Lu's homesickness becomes more and more serious when he listens to the singing voice from afar.

Raising my head, I see the moon so bright; withdrawing my eyes, my nostalgia comes around.

Su Lu read the quiet night thought written by Li Bai and felt that the whole person was affected by the homesickness.

The bright moon in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground.

Raising my head, I see the moon so bright; withdrawing my eyes, my nostalgia comes around.

In the yard, a small mud surprised voice sounded: "