Broken wings

Ouyang Qian woke up and found that it was a dream, he was covered in sweat, touched his forehead, and found that he was a little burned. Because of the fever in the middle of the night, Ouyang Qian didn't get up in time to serve Yuan Zhen the next day, and when Yuan Zhen finished breakfast, he didn't see his figure, so he raised his eyebrows and asked Han Bo: "Where is Ouyang Qian?"

Han Jiangyuan said, "Hmm...... The old slave went and took a look......

".

"I'll go personally. Yuan Zhen raised his feet and strode over, Han Jiangyuan hurriedly followed, opened the dim maid's room, and in the room at a glance, sure enough, Ouyang Qian was still asleep, Yuan Zhen reached out and lifted the quilt and dragged him off the bed, Ouyang Qian rolled to the ground, because the room was too narrow, his head hit the table leg with a 'bang', and he woke up with an 'ah' sound. Looking up and seeing Yuan Zhen with a frosty face and Han Jiangyuan standing outside the door with a worried face, Ouyang Qian's not very bright mind told him that he had done something wrong again.

As soon as Ouyang Qian rolled down, Yuan Zhen realized that he had a dilapidated hand stove in his abdomen, but at this time, he also fell to the ground because of his movements, and the hand stove was broken open, and the charcoal that had been extinguished inside was scattered everywhere on the ground.

Ouyang Qian stretched out his hand and grabbed his coarse linen clothes, his stomach hurt as if he had been clamped with pliers, his back was not straight at all, and he knelt down with a shrunken face: "Master, ......

."

"Why can't I see your figure, it's all sunrise and you're still hiding here to sleep. "

Ouyang Qian bowed, his hands were still pressed tightly on his abdomen, his face was pale, and he bowed and said, "I'm sorry, the slave overslept, please punish ......

."

Han Jiangyuan saw that his face was ugly, his hands were covering his abdomen tightly, and his body was bowing heavily, so he asked out loud: "Qian'er, do you have a stomachache, why is your face so ugly?"

Ouyang Qian replied: "A little bit, it's okay." "

"Why don't you care, you see what your face looks ugly!" Han Jiangyuan walked into the house, helped his back, reached out to his forehead, and exclaimed, "It's so hot! Qian'er, you have a fever?"

"It feels a little cold in the middle of the night, it's okay, just drink some hot water later, you don't have to worry. "

It turned out that he was sick, Yuan Zhen saw the dilapidated hand stove on the ground that had been broken, and he didn't know where he picked it up, his heart was slightly sour, and he said softly: "Get up, since you are sick, let's rest first, you don't need to go to the palace to be on duty in the next few days, at home." "

Ouyang Qian kowtowed, and his teeth trembled as soon as he spoke: "Xie, Master Xie......."

Seeing that his face was really ugly, Yuan Zhen bent down, his palm covered his forehead, it was really hot and scary, and his hand probed his abdomen again, he was already thin, and his body had no flesh under a long illness, his abdomen was sunken, and he could feel the spasms and shaking of his stomach through the skin. Yuan Zhen was also a little uncertain in his heart, and said to Han Jiangyuan: "Go and call Gu Shi to come and show him." "

"Huh. Han Jiangyuan wiped his tears and walked out, since his son was gone, Han Jiangyuan paid more attention to interacting with people, Ouyang was humble and kind, polite and respectful to his elders, Han Jiangyuan regarded him as his half son from the bottom of his heart, and saw that he had always looked sad for half a year, like an incurable disease, and his heart was even more sad.

As soon as Han Jiangyuan went out, Yuan Zhen helped him to bed, stuffed it into the futon and only showed his head, and tucked the corner of the quilt: "When the lonely time comes, let him show you again, the lonely time said that you have a disease in your body, you need to take care of it, these days, you can raise it at home." "

Ouyang closed his eyes weakly, and then opened them again, his pupils were tired to astigmatism gray: "Thank you for mercy, when the slave is better, I will make up for the missing work......

."

"If you don't make up for it, what matters, it's the most important thing to take care of your body. Yuan Zhen's tone was rare gentle, he raised his eyes to look at the sky, and said, "I'm going to enter the palace, there are still a lot of things to deal with today, and I will come back to see you in the evening." "

Ouyang Qian's heart was sour, and he nodded slightly: "Well......

."

When he came to show Ouyang Qian, he was still depressed and induced the root of the disease, took out a delicate hand stove from his arms, and then stuffed it into his quilt: "Your father-in-law asked me to buy it for you, hurry up." Then he took out the wrapped medicine, and said while frying it on the small stove: "Qian'er, your stepfather has said that you will live in the house, so you will be obedient and take care of your body, and you will serve your father-in-law in the future." "

As soon as the hot hand stove entered the quilt, Ouyang Qian's body instantly relaxed a lot, and he pressed the stove tightly against his abdomen, and suddenly felt much better.

Ouyang Qian looked at the small flame burning on the stove in a trance, and said in a trance: "It's not cured, we all know that my illness will probably not get better, it has been delayed for so long, so many medicines have been dispensed, and so much silver has been spent, but it still can't be used." Not necessarily, alive...... It's useless, so it's better to end ......

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Lonely was stunned for a moment, walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, and rubbed his hair: "Who said it's useless? It's the appearance factor that causes the old disease, and the situation is slowly improving, don't worry, take your time." "

"It's too expensive...... Ouyang Qian muttered, "I'm also guilty...... The thing I hate most in my life is drinking medicine, but now it has become a medicine jar, and I really don't think it's interesting to live. "

"Come on, I heard those girls say that Long Ting will return to Beijing in a few days, he has been in Jiuzhuzhou for more than half a year, you can take him back and wash the dust, you two brothers have a good chat, often talk to people, your look will be better." "

Ouyang Qian nodded.

"Small, seven ......" Ouyang Qian fell on the bed, his eyes were out of focus and looked ahead, and his heart was extremely uncomfortable.

After drinking two meals of medicine, Ouyang Qian felt less uncomfortable, and his fever had subsided, so he put on his clothes and went to the courtyard to see if there was anything he needed help with. Han Jiangyuan naturally wouldn't let him do anything, only helped him sit down on the stone bench in the garden, and thoughtfully found a shabby cloak to put on him, and put a thick plush blanket under his buttocks, so that he could sit and watch the scenery with a warm hand stove, Ouyang Qian bowed down and thanked him, and then sat and looked at the pond.

Yuan Zhen

came back at dinner in the evening, Ouyang Qian laid out the meals one by one, and then waited behind him, Yuan Zhen looked at his face, generally better than in the morning, but his expression was even more dazed and tired, and he couldn't help but ask: "Are you still sick?"

Ouyang Qian glanced at him in a trance, shook his body lightly, bowed and replied: "The slave is already good, Master Xie remembers." "

"But how can I see that your face is still so ugly?What do you say about your condition?".

"When I was lonely, I said that I was depressed and caused by my old illness. Ouyang Qian replied in a low voice.

Yuan Zhen raised his eyebrows, and his tone was a little heavier: "What have you been thinking about all day long? What are you so depressed?".

Ouyang Qian pursed his lips and said nothing. He didn't want to tell him about his worries, it was obvious that he had always wanted to seek relief, and he was worried that he would die, and it would make people feel hypocritical to say it.

Seeing that he had become a stuffy gourd with a sawed mouth again, Yuan Zhen rolled his eyes angrily, and then ate his own food.

Ouyang Qian

stayed in the mansion for several days, and drank the medicine day after day, but his condition was still deteriorating, and when he was swinging under the tree that day, a stream of qi and blood surged up and sprayed straight onto the grass! Ouyang Qian coughed a few times, wiped the blood from his lips with his hand, looked at the blood on the grass in a lost mind, and smiled suddenly.

A while ago, he was obviously so sick that he couldn't walk, and he felt light and fluttering all day long, but in recent days, he has been able to go to the ground and still do things as usual, Ouyang Qian guessed that he might have returned to the light, but in fact, most of his body had entered the ghost gate, and his heart swelled with infinite melancholy and emptiness.

Because he always has to pay attention to Ouyang Qian's state, so Yuan Zhen tries to come back to the house, sleep all night and then enter the palace the next day, this day after eating to the study, just picked up the pen to approve the fold, Ouyang Qian knelt three meters away from the desk, Yuan Zhen raised his eyes to look at him, Ouyang Qian kowtowed respectfully to Yuan Zhen, then straightened up, and looked at Yuan Zhen calmly: "Master, the slave wants to confess one thing to you, I hope you don't get angry." Seeing Yuan Zhen looking at himself inquiringly, he said, "The slave has actually been looking for news of his biological parents, and he accidentally learned that his parents were still alive half a year ago, and now, I want to go to them." "

Yuan Zhen was stunned, opened his mouth to ask something, but didn't make a sound.

"Can the master allow the slave to go home?" Ouyang Qian's eyes were wet, like a lost deer.

Yuan Zhen's body collapsed, and he only asked, "You have been looking for them, why have you never mentioned them to me?".

"The slave used to be afraid that the master would think too much, so he didn't have a clear reason, but now, there is nothing to hide. The slave has always wanted to resign from you, but he can't pull his face, after all, you have raised the slave for the slave's parents for more than ten years, and the slave should repay the master, and he has no face to ask to leave. But now the slave's body has reached the point where he can't live without the drug, I really don't want to drag down the master anymore, when the slave is sick, he is also homesick, they always say that they want to pick up the slave and go back, the master is also a parent, you can understand the mood of the father and mother looking forward to the early return of the child, right?".

After listening to his words, Yuan Zhen was stunned, and suddenly rubbed his eyes vigorously, as if his eyes were confused, and when he let go, his eyes were already red, and he forced a smile and said: "Is this so? That's really congratulations, where are they? Do you want me to send you back?"

"No need, the minions can go back by themselves, they are not in the capital, they live in a small secluded village, and they don't like to be disturbed. Ouyang Qian had no room to refuse.

I don't like people to bother

, I don't like people to bother, and now I'm an outsider.

"When are you leaving?" Yuan Zhen seemed to be several years old for a moment, and his voice was low.

"If the master agrees with the minions to leave, it's tonight. "