Four Hundred and Sixty-One: The First Winter (8)

If it weren't for his best friend taking care of him, Wei Ci felt that he would have died long ago.

"Do the people have enough food?"

"We robbed six baggage carts of the Qingyi Army before. If we save some food, we can survive this winter."

"Where are the warm clothes?" He held back the urge to cough, which was a bit difficult.

Zhang Ping said, "Don't worry, no one should be frozen to death."

In order to cope with this winter, almost every citizen brought enough clothes.

If they killed the Qingyi Army, they would not only plunder the Qingyi Army's food, but also strip off all their clothes and take them away.

The clothes were not clean, but they could be wrapped around them to keep warm.

Wei Ci was relieved a little, and suddenly remembered something.

He said, "If there is nothing wrong, let them not stay in the snow for a long time, so as not to get eye diseases."

Zhang Ping nodded in agreement.

This winter was probably the most miserable time Wei Ci had ever had since he could remember.

There is a lack of medicinal materials in the mountains, and Wei Ci's cough has not improved. In addition to the problem of fear of cold, his face is more blue-gray than usual. When the condition is serious, even the rise and fall of the chest is barely noticeable. This appearance makes many people worried.

Dian Yin secretly found Zhang Ping, "Mr. Xiheng, how about letting Dian carry Mr. Zixiao down the mountain to see a doctor..."

Zhang Ping seemed calm on the surface, but he was also worried about Wei Ci's condition in his heart.

There is no medicine for the symptoms here. If you keep delaying, a minor illness can also be delayed into a life-threatening serious illness.

Dian Yin said, "I heard from a few people that it is only a day's journey from here to Xiangyang County. Dian is a fast walker..."

Zhang Ping said worriedly, "We don't know whether the Qingyi Army has retreated. Now it is snowing and the mountain is closed. It is difficult for you to go down the mountain alone, let alone carrying Zixiao, a patient..."

The more he spoke, the less confident Zhang Ping became, and his tone gradually became lower.

He could also see that if he continued to delay like this, no one knew whether Wei Ci's condition would continue to worsen.

After a while,

Zhang Ping changed his words and said, "Then be careful."

Dian Yin was born tall and strong. Just standing, he was more than two heads taller than an ordinary man, and his body was even more sturdy and strong.

He carried the unconscious Wei Ci on his back and carefully told his brothers from the same village to listen to Zhang Ping's words when he was away. If this trip went smoothly, not only would Wei Ci be treated, but they could also bring in reinforcements.

Dian Yin followed a man who knew the way down the mountain, and the three of them disappeared in the snow.

Wei Ci's consciousness was unclear, and various scenes appeared in front of him from time to time, but finally they were fixed in the towering palace. The previous emperor died, and the ministers knelt on the ground, each with their own thoughts. He drew his sword and killed himself... This scene was repeated over and over again.

In the end, Wei Ci couldn't even tell whether he was still alive or had committed suicide.

He vaguely remembered that after committing suicide, he returned to his prime age and started all over again.

Which one is true?

He is dead, or alive...

Dian Yin wrapped himself in heavy clothes, and the three of them walked down the mountain with difficulty. They had to pay attention to the road under their feet at all times. No one knew what was under the snow. If they stepped on empty air or slipped, he would roll down the mountain with Wei Ci.

The mountain road that usually took at most half an hour now took almost three hours. The snow that had just stopped not long ago was now fluttering again. The cold wind carried the ice and snow and blew on people's faces, like a knife slowly cutting flesh and blood.

Dian Yin was born rough. He asked the guide to help him keep a close eye on Wei Ci on his back to prevent him from catching a cold again.

"Brother Dian, the sir has dropped something."

The young man behind him squatted tremblingly and picked up the fallen sachet.

Dian Yin took a look and said, "Dian will take it, you keep an eye on the sir."

The three of them walked down the mountain with difficulty. The only thing to be thankful for was that the Qingyi Army that was chasing and blocking them had withdrawn.

"Wait - don't move -" The young man leading the way was about to take a step, but Dian Yin pulled him over, "Someone!"

They found a place to hide, and the young man looked puzzled. Who would come out at this time of year?

However, not long after, the sound of horse hooves came from far away, and the young man looked at Dian Yin with admiration.

Although this man looks rough and scary, he is quite capable.

The people who came seemed to be going into the mountains to hunt. There were twenty people in the group, each wearing hunting clothes, carrying bows and arrows, and hanging quivers on their waists.

The young man wanted to go out for help, but Dian Yin did not allow it. Instead, he held him tightly, and his pair of copper bell-like eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the leader of the group -

It was a young man wearing aqua clothes, wearing a thick and warm cloak, his face was hidden in the wind and snow, and it was not clear.

Dian Yin did not move, and the group did not move either. The young man in the lead sat on the horse with a smile, and his eyes glanced at him faintly.

Discovered?

Dian Yin was shocked, and his palms were sweating with nervousness.

"My Lord, what's wrong?"

The hunter who led the way saw that Jiang Pengji didn't move, and his face was full of confusion. There was no prey here.

Jiang Pengji played with the whip, and put on a posture of "If you don't move, I will stay here, let's see who moves first".

Today, Li Yun accompanied Jiang Pengji to hunt game.

To be honest, barbecue dinner is as addictive as knitting.

They just ate it two days ago, and today several gentlemen in the Government Affairs Office smacked their lips, they felt greedy again.

It's time for the Lord to go out hunting, bring back game, and continue the barbecue dinner.

Li Yun naturally found that there were people hiding around, so he rode forward slightly and asked Jiang Pengji with his eyes.

She said, "Wait."

After a while, Dian Yin was the first to give in.

With a patient on his back, they didn't have enough clothes to keep warm, so how could they compare to the fully armed people?

Hiding like this was not a solution.

Dian Yin felt his hands and feet were a little numb, and finally he sighed and slowly moved out from his hiding place.

As soon as he showed a little, more than ten bows and arrows were aimed at him.

"Ambush?" Li Yun raised his eyebrows.

Seeing the burly man who was not afraid at all, and then looking at the trembling young man beside him, this combination was interesting.

Jiang Pengji said calmly, "No, it's probably a passerby who got lost."

Her eyes swept across a certain place, and her eyebrows were tightly frowned.

That sachet...

Dian Yin took a deep breath, and just when he was about to speak, Jiang Pengji raised his hand and asked someone to put down the bows and arrows.

"Who is this person on your back?" Jiang Pengji asked Dabai to step forward a few steps and said in a gentle tone, "I am the magistrate of Xiangyang County."

What?

Dian Yin opened his eyes wide in shock and looked at the other person in disbelief. He didn't think he was the same.

His lips moved and he uttered a sentence after a while, "My master is sick and needs to see a doctor urgently."

Mr.?

Jiang Pengji jumped off the horse and said, "Is your master... surnamed Wei?"

Dian Yin was stunned and said, "Yes, his surname is Wei."

Jiang Pengji asked Dian Yin to untie Wei Ci from his back, "Let me see, I know your master."

After a closer look, it was indeed the familiar face, but a little thinner than in memory, with a pale face and no blood.

Dian Yin used his body to block the wind and stammered, "The wind, the wind is strong..."

Jiang Pengji frowned, untied the cloak on his body without thinking, wrapped Wei Ci up, then carried him horizontally and jumped on the horse's back.

"Han Mei, take them both back to the city. I'll go ahead."