If not 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 carriages of Tsing Yi army. If we eat sparingly, it won't be a problem to get through the winter."
"What about clothes to keep out the cold?" He resisted the urge to cough. It was hard to hold it in.
Zhang Ping said, "Don't worry, they won't freeze to death."
In order to cope with this winter, almost every commoner had brought enough clothes with them.
If they killed Tsing Yi army, not only would they plunder their food, but they would also strip them of their clothes and take them away.
The clothes were not clean, but they could be wrapped around the body to keep warm.
Wei Ci was slightly relieved and suddenly thought of something.
He said, "If there's nothing important, tell them not to stay in the snow for too long, in case they get eye diseases."
Zhang Ping nodded in agreement.
This year's winter was probably the most wretched that Wei Ci had ever experienced in his memory.
There was a lack of medicinal herbs in the mountains. Wei Ci's cough did not improve. In addition to his fear of the cold, his complexion was greener than usual. When his illness was serious, even the rise and fall of his chest could not be noticed. His appearance made many people worried.
Dian Yan secretly looked for Zhang Ping, "Mister Xiheng, why don't I carry Mister Zixiao down the mountain to see a doctor …"
Zhang Ping looked calm on the surface but he was worried about Wei Ci's illness.
There was no medicine that could cure the illness. If it dragged on, a minor illness could become a life-threatening illness.
Dian Yan said, "I heard from a few people that it's only a day's journey from here to Xiangyang district. I can walk fast …"
Zhang Ping said worriedly, "We don't know if the Tsing Yi army has retreated. Now the mountain is sealed by heavy snow. It's difficult for you to go down the mountain alone, let alone bring a sick person like Zixiao …"
The more he spoke, the less confident Zhang Ping was. His tone gradually became softer.
He could also see that if he continued to drag on, no one knew if Wei Ci's illness would continue to worsen.
After a while, Zhang Ping changed his words, "Then be careful."
Dian Yan was tall and burly. Just by standing, he was more than two heads taller than an ordinary man. His body was even more burly and strong.
He carried the unconscious Wei Ci on his back and carefully instructed the brothers from the same village to listen to Zhang Ping's words when he was not around. If this trip went smoothly, not only would Wei Ci be treated, they could also call for reinforcements.
Dian Yan followed a person who knew the way down the mountain. The three of them disappeared into the pure white snow.
Wei Ci's consciousness was blurry, various images appeared in front of his eyes from time to time, but finally it was fixed in the lofty palace, the late Emperor had passed away, the officials were kneeling on the ground, each with their own thoughts, he pulled out his sword and committed suicide … this scene, repeated over and over again.
In the end, Wei Ci could not even tell if he was still alive or if he had already killed himself.
He vaguely remembered that he had returned to the prime of his youth after that incident. Everything had to start all over again.
Which one was the real one?
He was already dead, but he was still alive …
Dian Yan was wrapped in heavy clothes. The three of them walked down the mountain with difficulty. They had to pay attention to the path under their feet at all times. No one knew what was under the accumulated snow. If they stepped on air or slipped, he would have to roll down the mountain with Wei Ci.
Normally, it would take at most an hour to complete the mountain path, but now, it had taken them almost six hours. It had stopped snowing not long ago, but now it was fluttering again. The cold wind carried the ice and snow, blowing on their faces, as if a small knife was slowly dismembering their flesh.
Dian Yan was born boorish, he asked the person leading the way to help him keep a close eye on Wei Ci, who was on his back, to prevent him from catching a cold and the wind.
"Brother Dian, the teacher has dropped something."
The youth behind him trembled as he crouched down and picked up the perfume bag that had dropped.
Dian Yan took a look and said, "I'll take it, you keep a close eye on the teacher."
The three of them descended the mountain with difficulty. The only thing to be thankful for was that the Tsing Yi army that had surrounded and intercepted them had already retreated.
"Wait — don't move —" The youth leading the way was just about to take a step when Dian Yan pulled him over, "There's someone!"
They found a place to hide. The youth had a puzzled look on his face. Who would come out at this time of the year?
However, not long after, the sound of horse hooves could be heard from afar. The youth looked at Dian Yan with admiration.
Don't be fooled by his boorish and frightening appearance, his ability was not weak.
The approaching people seemed to be going into the mountains to hunt. There was a group of 20 people, each dressed in hunting attire, carrying a bow and arrow, and a quiver hanging from their waists.
The youth wanted to go out and ask for help, but Dian Yan did not allow it. Instead, he pulled him back tightly. A pair of eyes that resembled copper bells slightly squinted, staring at the leader of the group.
It was a youth dressed in water-colored clothes, with a thick and warm cloak draped over his body. His face was hidden in the wind and snow, so it could not be seen clearly.
Dian Yan did not move, the group also did not move. The youth who was the leader sat on the horse with a faint smile, his gaze faintly glancing in his direction.
I've been discovered?
Dian Yan's heart was shocked, he was so nervous that his palms were sweating.
"My lord, what's wrong?"
The hunter who was leading the way saw that Jiang Pengji did not move, his face was full of confusion. There was no prey here.
Jiang Pengji played with the horsewhip, putting on a posture that said, "If you don't move, I'll guard here, let's see who moves first."
Today, Liyun accompanied Jiang Pengji out to hunt for wild game.
To be honest, barbecuing and having a meal together was as addictive as knitting.
They had just eaten two days ago. Today, the few men in the government office smacked their lips, feeling hungry again.
It was time for the lord to go out and hunt, bring back wild game, and continue to have a barbecue gathering.
Liyun naturally noticed that there were people hiding around. He slightly moved his horse forward and asked Jiang Pengji with his eyes.
She said, "Wait."
After a while, it was Dian Yan who gave in first.
They were carrying a patient on their backs, and they did not have enough clothes to keep them warm. How could they compare to the enemy who was fully armed?
Hiding like this was not a solution.
Dian Yan faintly felt that his limbs were stiff and numb. In the end, he sighed and slowly moved out from his hiding place.
As soon as he revealed himself, more than ten bows and arrows were aimed at him.
"Ambush?" Liyun raised his eyebrows.
Looking at the tall and sturdy man who was completely fearless, and then looking at the youth beside him who was trembling, this combination was interesting.
Jiang Pengji said calmly, "No, it's probably a passerby who got lost."
Her gaze swept to a certain spot, her brows tightly knitted together.
That sachet …
Dian Yan took a deep breath. Just as he was about to speak, Jiang Pengji raised her hand and ordered people to put down the bows and arrows.
"Who is this person on your back?" Jiang Pengji asked White to step forward. She said in a gentle tone, "I am the magistrate of Xiangyang district."
What?
Dian Yan's eyes widened in shock. He sized her up in disbelief. It did not seem like it.
His lips moved. After a while, he said, "I am sick and urgently need to find a doctor to treat me."
Sir?
Jiang Pengji jumped off the horse and stepped forward. "Your sir … is his surname Wei?"
Dian Yan was startled. He said, "His surname is indeed Wei."
Jiang Pengji asked Dian Yan to untie Wei Ci from his back. "Let me see. I know your sir."
Looking closely, it was indeed that familiar face, but it was thinner and weaker than she remembered. His face was pale and bloodless.
Dian Yan used his body to block the wind. He stammered, "The … the wind is strong …"
Jiang Pengji frowned. Without thinking, she untied the cloak on her body and wrapped it around Wei Ci. Then, she carried him horizontally and leaped onto the horse.
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