Chapter 3 Father and Son (Four)

The mountain stream is shallow, and even if there are huge waves, it can be calmed down soon.

The four people on the shore were still unable to calm down until they left Yanran Mountain.

As the saying goes, if a person is not angry, he will be useless.

Chai Rong, the oldest of the four, is only twenty-seven or eight, and has not experienced the ravages and polishing of the officialdom, and his heart is naturally rugged and angular. Zheng Ziming, the youngest, is at most seventeen years old at this moment. He is still in high school in his later generations, and even has an eternal knife hidden in his heart. (Note 1)

However, righteous indignation is righteous indignation, but what the four of them think at this moment is different.

Chai Rong and Zhao Kuangyin both came from generals. They heard or witnessed it with their own ears. The warriors were born and died on the front line, but were nitpicked by the "scholar-flavored family" like Feng, who controlled public opinion and made things difficult for them. Therefore, they were mostly thinking about how to change this unfair situation so that the soldiers would not always have to keep half of their strength to take care of their backs when fighting.

What Han Jing was thinking at this moment was his father and uncles. What was the difference between him and the Feng family? Are the so-called Han family in Youzhou and Feng family in Bianliang essentially born with the same kind?

As for Ning Ziming, he couldn't help but think of his father Shi Chonggui, who could not see clearly in his memory. He remembered all the rumors about the foolish king Shi Chonggui who had heard after he woke up from a coma. He was arrogant and stubborn, and knew that his strength was not good, but he insisted on not bowing to the Khitans. He knew that the war was getting more and more difficult, but he still did not work hard to rectify the military preparations and train soldiers. He knew that the Prime Minister Feng Dao was determined to be at peace, but he still trusted him very much. Although he knew that Du Chongwei and Liu Zhiyuan had both had different intentions, he always let him go...

Is he too ambitious or has a difficult ambition? Is he stupid or has a passionate heart, but has no choice but to be helpless in the cold reality around him? Is his behavior of traveling thousands of miles to recognize each other too reckless? Is he going to hide him out and live in seclusion in Jiangnan before, is he wishful thinking...

When young people learn to think, their growth begins to accelerate.

This is true in ancient and modern times, both in China and abroad.

Although sometimes, thinking can make people exhausted both physically and mentally.

Almost in just a few days, the four people had a completely different transformation, both spirit, temperament and appearance than before entering Yanshan. The soldiers guarding the fortress and level along the way were difficult to connect the current and original people even when facing the portrait.

However, all growth comes at a price.

Not long after leaving Yanshan, Han Jing started to sway on the war horse. Her forehead was burning like charcoal fire. The back of her hands and face exposed outside her clothes also withered down like lotus flowers leaving the water surface at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"No, it's a spasm of the golden sores!" Zhao Kuangyin supported Han Jing and jumped off his mount. "The bandits who were hitting the grass valley around were obviously not yet civilized. They used the same knife to eat, mow grass and kill people!"

"Ah—?" The other five people were shocked and quickly jumped off their horses, forming a circle back to back, surrounding Zhao Kuangyin and Han Jing in the center.

At this moment, Zhao Kuangyin didn't care about any major troubles between men and women. He pulled out the knife from his waist, wiped it with a soft cloth on the inside of the cloak, and cut Han Jing's sleeve with one knife.

After looking closely, he immediately took a breath of air conditioning. Han Jing's exposed left arm had already swollen into blue-black and crystal clear. On the cloth band he banded with his own hands a few days ago, the pus was sucked out of the circle, and the stinking smell was blowing by the cold wind!

This is not a good sign! Zhao Kuangyin took a deep breath of air conditioning and his tiger's eyes widened. As a general's son, he knew clearly that in every fierce battle, only one-two-tenths of those who died in the battle were the ones who died. The other seven or eight out of ten died of excessive blood loss in the next few days, or the wound was infected and suppurated.

At this moment, everyone had just left Yanshan. There was no village in front or store behind. Not to mention the fact that the doctor of the Ming Dynasty could not find, even with Bian Que and Hua Tuo present, they could not get enough life-saving medicinal materials!

"Brother, am I going to die?" Although Han Jing was so burned in a daze, she had not completely lost consciousness. She felt a wave of coolness coming from her arms, tried hard to open a line of eyes, looked at Zhao Kuangyin in a daze, and whispered.

Zhao Kuangyin's heart trembled when he heard this, gritted his teeth and shook his head hard, "No, no, don't think about it! It's just that the wound is windy. It's a very simple thing. When you find a suitable place to stay, boil the medicine and wash it a few times, you will get better quickly!"

"Then, that's good!" Even though Zhao Kuangyin was comforting himself, a happy smile still surged on Han Jing's face, "I don't think about it, I will try my best to persevere. Brother, my surname is Han, and my family is in Renshoufang in Youdu City, next to the Nanshumi Yuan Yamen. My grandfather is a high-ranking official from the Liao Kingdom, no, not a rich businessman!"

"I, I know! I saw it before! If you don't say it, you must have your own difficulties!" Zhao Kuangyin felt a tingling pain in his heart, nodded, and responded loudly, "Don't think about it, really. At the beginning, didn't I tell you that my grandfather was a high-ranking official in the Han Dynasty? And how could he tell the other party that he was the adopted son of the Deputy Envoy of Privy Councilor Guo Wei when he met a stranger. And, there was the third brother, he didn't say that he was the prince of the previous dynasty, right? Don't think about it! From the beginning, no one cared about these things outside of us!"

"I don't care!" Hearing his words so simply, Han Jing smiled more and more relaxed. He tilted his head and continued to whisper: "I, I will follow you to Liaodong, no, not to help my third brother. I, I just can't bear to leave you, and I have no shame to say it directly! Brother Zhao, I, I really like you, I fell in love with you since I met, but I just haven't had the courage to tell you!"

She is a mixed-race of Hu Han. She grew up in Youzhou since childhood. She speaks and does things directly than ordinary Central Plains women. At this moment, she thinks she has not had much time, so she simply put what she has always wanted to say and took advantage of her mind to clean up her mind with the man she likes.

When Zhao Kuangyin heard this, his eyes immediately turned red, he held back his tears and said loudly: "I, I know. You hold on, I will take you back and find a doctor. I, I will definitely find a doctor to save you!"

After saying that, he stood up and strode towards the war horses looking for grass buds on the mountain roadside. As the elder brother, Chai Rong saw it and hurriedly chased after him, shouting: "Don't be reckless. When you return to Youzhou, it's too late to do anything! Follow me and go directly north from the fork in front. I just looked carefully. The fork in the north is wider than this one, and there are many fresh cow dung and horse dung on both sides of the road!"
Chapter completed!