Chapter 11 Chapter 9 Walking on the road frankly, Youren Zhenji

Waking up from time to time, Yan Wei felt that she was having dreams one after another: dreaming of being bitten by a vicious dog; dreaming of struggling in the icy water of Lingxun; dreaming of being chased by a white bear. ;dream of falling from a cliff, palpitations, life and death... Waking up from a sharp pain, Yan Wei was in a daze, not knowing where she was.It was dark all around, except for one lamp like a bean, reflecting the shadow of the rough wooden fence, one black, one bright, another black, and another bright, like the six lines of the Book of Changes, with no good or bad luck.

The surroundings couldn't tell what the smell was, damp, cold, sour, rancid... just like the smell of pus-smelling sores when Li Qichen first arrived, but...was it emanating from himself? The lamp moved, shaking together with the surrounding light and shadow, light and darkness, as if the whole world was shaking. The person holding the lamp came to the side of the wooden fence, half of his face was exposed in the gap of the wooden fence, with mottled wrinkles, gray beard, and concern in his eyes: "Are you awake?" "You are..." Yan Wei's voice was hoarse. The old man said: "I am your Uncle Meng, the older brother of Uncle Meng who is on duty. Last time you went to deliver medicine, I met you."

Only then did Yan Wei remember the old man she met at Uncle Meng's house the last time she took care of Li Qichen's errands. Meng Bo said: "My old brother's leg injury is thanks to you. If it weren't for you, this leg would be useless and the job would be gone." Yan Wei said: "It's nothing, you don't have to be so polite." At first it was just a coincidence, Uncle Meng hurt his leg because of the slippery snow, and he took the initiative to deliver the medicine. It is not purely out of kindness that I have the opportunity to move my legs and feet more. It is a bit uncomfortable to be thanked like this at this time.

Uncle Meng sighed: "Good man...your father and you are both good people, how did you end up in this situation..." Yan Wei felt a sore heart when she heard this, she almost shed tears, and asked, "Do you know my father?" Uncle Meng said, "Why don't you recognize me? I'm working in this prison, and your father often comes to treat prisoners. The medicine you're applying on your hand is still left by your father." Only then did Yan Wei notice that her hands were slightly cool, and when she sniffed it close to her nose, there was a clear medicinal fragrance. "Huayu Ointment?!" Yan Wei was a little surprised, as if seeing a relative. With this medicine, I'm afraid the injury will heal faster and the fingers will be saved, right?

Uncle Meng nodded and said: "Yes! It happened several years ago. It was the earthquake that year. Jiang's concubines fled. The leader was imprisoned here, but he was restless. He injured my shoulder when I didn't have a spare shackle. , just when your father came to see a doctor, he gave me a small jar. I have half a jar left, and I have been reluctant to use it until now. I heard that this medicine is very precious, and it must be stored in a jade bottle, otherwise it will be lost. Medicinal, isn't it?" Yan Wei nodded slightly, and said: "The medicine contains badger oil, and it is easy to perish if it is stored in bamboo and wood; it is easy to change color if it is stored in bronze; it is also okay to be packaged in pottery, but it can be stored in jade or stone. Not bad for a few years."

Uncle Meng took out a small jade pot and said, "Don't talk about the medicine, even this piece of jade is not ordinary, right?" When Yan Wei saw the jade jar, she was familiar with it, it was her own, and she felt more cordial, and said: "This bottle is for dispensing medicine for the inner court, and the king specially rewards it. Most of them are filled with the prepared medicine and sent to the palace. Now, there are only three or four left at home..." After talking so much, Yan Wei only felt short of energy, plus pain in her fingers, chills all over her body, only felt dizzy, and her voice became lower and lower.

Uncle Meng saw her like this, and said: "You have been in a coma all night, you must be hungry, drink some hot soup." He unlocked the lock, opened the door, and handed over a bowl of soup. Yan Wei took it with the palms of both hands, and Uncle Meng said, "Just open your mouth and drink, I'll hold it for you." After eating a bowl of soup, Yan Wei only felt a little more comfortable. Looking around, the three-foot-square cell was covered with hay on one side and a white cloth on the top. Lying on it? Seeing her looking at the pile of straw, Uncle Meng said, "That's all here. I've helped you choose the cleanest prison cell. The grass is only changed once a year, so dirt is inevitable, so I put a piece of cloth on it for you." Don't think about anything, get a good night's sleep and take care of your body. I've been here for decades, and I've seen a lot of ups and downs. I still hold a wat in the court in the morning, and wear a shackle here at night, and some people After drinking the decapitated wine, he was about to be executed, and a king ordered him to become a master again. Who can say a good word about orders... Especially those who are imprisoned here are all big shots, and no one knows what will happen tomorrow. ..."

Yan Wei was a little curious: "Are all the big shots locked here?" Meng Bo said: "That's right, it's not the criminal officials, but the concubines and eunuchs who committed crimes in the palace, and other idlers can't get in. Ordinary criminals are locked in the prison outside. There are more than ten people in a cell. ..." Uncle Meng shook his head, but did not continue. "So I was imprisoned here, or was I overstepped..." Yan Wei sighed softly, suddenly thought of something, and asked again, "Then...was Li Qichen imprisoned here before?"

Uncle Meng was taken aback, and said, "That's right, it's the cell opposite." Yan Wei looked over, it was the same size as this side, and there was no one inside, it was pitch black. Uncle Meng said again: "It's almost dawn, and it's time for me to change shifts. I've already taken care of it, no one will trouble you, alas! Don't think too much about it, let's rest!" It was already noon, but the prison cell was still in darkness. There was only a palm-sized window on the wall more than ten feet high, and a ray of skylight poured in.Fine dust, dancing in that ray of light, endlessly.

Yan Wei curled up on the white cloth, trying not to let her body touch the straws, but the disgusting smell still came up one after another. She didn't feel much when she was in a coma, but now she was awake, but felt that the smell was like torture. Father's Huayu Ointment was really not ordinary, and the wound was no longer so painful, it was just a slight throbbing pain.The head is still dizzy, the body is still hot and cold, first fell into the water to catch the cold, then felt sad, and then was frightened by torture.As usual, taking two doses of medicine and sweating, he will recover soon, but in prison, there is no such condition.Even scraping and acupuncture can relieve the symptoms, but my hands are already like this, so what can I do...

After all the suffering, there is no resentment on the contrary, no resentment for Li Qichen and Tong Shui, nor does he seem to hate Gongzi Heng, the love and hatred have faded away, only indifference is left, I only hope that time will pass as soon as possible, this nightmare will end as soon as possible, and finally When I woke up, everything was back to normal... Yan Wei touched each injured finger in turn with her good thumb to see if the bone was broken.Fortunately, only the little finger of the right hand feels wrong. It seems that the bone has been broken, but everything else is normal.In prison, who can set bones and splints for himself?Forget it, even if the little finger is disabled, it doesn't matter, it's just the little finger... Yan Wei thought about it, and then thought of Li Qichen, what would he think when he was wronged and tortured in the opposite cell?Shouldn't be the same as myself, thinking about how to heal the injury and whether it can be cured?Someone rescued him, what about him?Where is my savior... Night came again. Uncle Meng brought the newly cooked porridge, Yan Wei ate it, her spirits improved a lot, and she asked, "Uncle Meng, how did Li Qichen escape from prison, do you know?" , this mystery has troubled the two of them for a long time, if they don't ask to understand, they are afraid that they will die in peace. Uncle Meng was slightly surprised, wondering why Yan Wei was so interested in this Li Qichen, he shook his head, and replied: "I wasn't on duty that day, but I heard that there was a man in black who knew how to tap acupuncture points. The few brothers who were in the hospital had numb limbs and couldn't move, and watched him carry people out." Yan Wei wondered: "Hitting or massaging acupoints can cure diseases. According to Ziwu Liuzhu, it can indeed make people's limbs numb, but it's only a momentary thing. I've never heard that it will make people unable to move for a long time ..." Meng Bo said: "I didn't see it with my own eyes. When people say this, I just listen to it. If I say that, you just believe it. It's true and false, false and true. Why are you so serious? Some things, you know Too much is not good..." Yan Wei heard that there was something in his words, and it seemed that there was something hidden about this matter, but thinking that he would not say anything, she turned a corner and asked, "Will the people on duty be punished if they get away with repeat offenders?" Meng Bo said: "That is unavoidable, and they are all sent to Changyan Pass to supervise the slaves building the city." Yan Wei said: "That's the border between Yang Guo and Jiang Guo. It must be very difficult. Naturally, it's not as good as being in the capital, is it?" Uncle Meng shook his head and said, "It's hard to say. Although it's more difficult in the wind and the sun, it's a military job. The food and rewards are generous, and there are oil and water to take in the middle. If I were younger than ten years old, I would be happy to go there." She smiled, "My dear girl, don't worry about other people's affairs, and think about your own affairs first! Why did you end up here?" Yan Wei briefly talked about the scene in the palace the day before yesterday, and Meng Bo sighed: "It's strange that you always ask Li Qichen, but it's related to him. If someone wants to frame you for a crime, then the crime of harboring can also be the same crime as the person being harbored." Yan Wei felt chills when she heard this, and hurriedly said, "Then what should I do?" Uncle Meng said: "Think about it carefully, are there any relatives and friends in the family who are princes and nobles who can help and talk?" Yan Wei thought about it carefully, she had never seen any relatives from her mother's family, her father also died early, and had no brothers, now that her parents are not around, and her whereabouts are missing, there is no hope at all.Lu Jin is also a commoner, with no power or power, and can't help much.Although my father was enthusiastic about his patients, he had few close friends and old contacts. He really didn't know who to turn to. Seeing that Yan Wei's brows were deeply furrowed, Uncle Meng reminded him, "For example, what high-ranking officials did your father treat?" "Is it a high-ranking official..." Yan Wei thought, maybe there was, but she didn't know her. When her father went out to see a doctor, he rarely brought her with him, except to go to the palace to see a doctor for the princess.Because the princesses are all unmarried, they are afraid that they will be ashamed of the doctor, and it is inconvenient to tell the doctor directly about some symptoms. After that, I changed into myself.But how often have those princesses looked at themselves?I'm afraid even the doctor, father, is nothing more than a domestic slave in their eyes?Suddenly thinking of Young Master Heng's eyes with a contemptuous sneer, Yan Wei couldn't help shivering, and slowly shook her head. "Oh..." Uncle Meng sighed, "Don't worry, just think about it again. At this time, don't worry about your face. You have to catch even a straw, and it might save your life." straw?Who is the one?Those two people?They have gone far away, where would they think of themselves...Wu Hou?Something happened to the priest, she avoided picking it up before she had time, how could she get into this muddy water... that person... that young master who stared at him and wouldn't let go?how is this possible?I only met once, and I didn't even say a word, and I was only worthy of being someone's gossip. Another day passed, no one answered, no one questioned, no one interrogated, and of course no one let him go. The injury on the hand has slightly healed, but the illness on the body has gradually worsened.Headache, cough, burning hot all over, half awake... Yan Wei felt that she was going to die, a doctor, died of a small wind and cold, really... died inexplicably, a bit funny.