After hearing the words of Doctor Sun, Wang Jing's face changed and she hurriedly looked at Cui Zhen: "Mr...."

Before Cui Zhen could speak, Doctor Sun shook his head: "Come in!" If he hadn't seen Zhuzhu and knew that Xiao Rujun was not dead, he wouldn't have thought of treating Cui Zhen's illness, and at most he would have spoken to remind him.

Cui Zhen did not refuse and walked into the yard with Doctor Sun.

The people in the yard were doing their own things. Except for the manager who helped Sun Hospitality, no one else came to disturb him. The people in the yard were different from what Cui Zhen saw when he was in Taiyuan Prefecture. Not only were there many people who announced the list to surrender, but everything was managed in an orderly manner.

Cui Zhen followed Doctor Sun into the house and sat on the chair. He realized that he was sweating all over his clothes at some point.

Doctor Sun put his hand on Cui Zhen's wrist and frowned after a while after a diagnosis: "I'm obviously seriously ill but I have to hold on." His body was hot and he was walking around and he didn't know how to recover, so he deserved to be sick like this.

"Mr. Marquis, I'll twist a towel to wipe your face!" Wang Jing's voice was deeper than usual.

Cui Zhen wanted to refuse, but felt a little weak and his breath was extremely hot while he was breathing. It seemed that he was really sick.

When he came out of the mansion, he felt that nothing was wrong. He didn't want to be sick here, but he might have thought that he had done everything he should do. Such a relaxation would make the disease overwhelm the spirit.

"I'm sorry Mr. Sun." Cui Zhen could see Mr. Sun's hostility. If it weren't for the kindness of the doctor, he would definitely not be willing to pay attention to him.

The warm towel wiped his face, Cui Zhen temporarily recovered from some clarity and was about to say goodbye to Mr. Sun. He could not really be sick here, and he had to return to the Hou's Mansion first no matter what.

"Amitabha."

A Buddhist saying came from the door, and Cui Zhen looked up.

A monk walked over slowly, and the monk Cui Zhen knew it.

"Elder Chonghua."

After burying the old monk on the frontier, he took the scriptures left by the old monk to Longhua Temple and had a conversation with a monk in Longhua Temple. The monk was named Chonghua, but he didn't expect to meet him here.

Cui Zhen stood up and saluted.

Chonghua returned the gift: "Cui Shizhu."

Doctor Sun ignored the monk. The monk hated him very much. After meeting him, he insisted on walking with him. He also said that he could not cure the disease, so the monk came to help.

When he met a patient who Yao Shiwang saved, when the patient passed away, the monk would do a ritual, which made him feel that the monk was deliberately following him to beg for alms. Master Wei San came to pick him up, and the monk also insisted on following him. This was not a monk, it was just a dog-skin plaster. But what happened to Doctor Sun didn't expect was that the monk also met Cui Zhen.

After the doctor Sun finished the diagnosis, he looked at Cui Zhen: "Cui Hou injured his internal organs and the wound has begun to ulcerate. Although I have diagnosed the root cause, the injury may not be cured if it is delayed for too long. Cui Hou can invite other doctors."

Cui Zhen did not hesitate: "I would like to ask Mr. Sun to prescribe the prescription."

Doctor Sun said, "I will boil the medicine first to help you clear the wound." He said that, and stood up and walked out of the house with his apprentice.

Cui Zhen was left in the room facing Chonghua. Cui Zhen looked at Chonghua and said, "The elder has always been good?"

Chonghua nodded: "I am free and at ease. However, Master Cui doesn't look good, but what is the hard knot in my heart?"

Cui Zhen shook his head: "Elder Lao is concerned about it, but he has a lot of work at home recently, so he can't help but be tired."

"That's good," Chonghua said, "you have to know that life is long and it's not easy."

After all, he finally got to where he was today. He wanted to ask for peace. How difficult it was! Cui Zhen looked at Elder Chonghua's quiet and friendly expression, and suddenly his expression was a little dazed.

"If everything can be done again," perhaps he still has a chance.

Chonghua took a candle and lit it on the table: "Just like this candle, once it burns, there is no chance to look back. Mr. Cui should look forward."

The elder was right. Cui Zhen looked at the candle and wanted to get up to thank Chonghua, but suddenly the eyes went dark.

I don't know how long it took, but the pleasant sound of iron rings hitting me in my ears.

Cui Zhen suddenly woke up. When was it time? Should he practice guns? After he started practicing martial arts, he stood up at Yin Shi and never was late.

But now... Cui Zhen looked at the window and a ray of sunlight shone directly in.

It's too late.

Cui Zhen lifted the quilt and got out of bed, put on his clothes and picked up the wooden gun standing in the corner, and hurriedly ran to the yard. His father took time to give him some advice, and he couldn't let his father wait in a hurry.

Running along the corridor to the backyard was not far away, but he was panting because he was running too anxiously. When did his body become so weak?

"Brother Zhen."

A voice came from behind, and Cui Zhen turned his head and saw his mother.

My mother was wearing a lotus-colored dress and a round bun, looking radiant.

Cui Zhen couldn't help but be stunned.

"Brother Zhen," a worried expression appeared on his mother's face. "If you are sick, you have to rest well. Don't practice guns today. Body bones are more important than anything else."

Cui Zhen still looked at his mother, not knowing what to say.

My mother's hand stroked his forehead, and her hand was so soft.

"Look, it's still hot, go back and rest."

Cui Zhen did not move.

"Why are you so stubborn?" The mother took his hand and was about to walk back.

Cui Zhen still refused to move.

"He doesn't want to go back and lie down, so don't force him."

A slightly majestic voice came, and Cui Zhen turned to see his father.

The father nodded to Cui Zhen with relief: "No, I have some backbone, it's not a shame that I am the son of my Cui family."

The mother said unhappily: "So what about your son in Cui's family? My son's body is more important than anything else. If Brother Zhen'er's illness is not cured for a long time, it depends on how I settle the score with you."

"Okay," the father's power was not diminished on the surface, but his voice was a little gentle. "Brother Zhen was sick and couldn't practice guns, so let him sit next to him. I'll practice it and see."

The servant brought the chair, Cui Zhen sat down with his mother, and watched his father pick up the iron gun.

The iron spear passed down from generation to generation by the Cui family danced in his father's hands.

Cui Zhen looked at his father's figure and carefully turned his head to look at the smile on his mother's mouth. Everything seemed to be true.

Everything is true.

It really made him dare not blink and clenched the wooden gun in his hand.

The sound of "clang" iron rings hitting each other again.

"Marty, Marquis."

Cui Zhen seemed to hear someone shouting, and the scene in front of him disappeared and turned into darkness again. He tried hard to open his eyes.

Finally, a trace of clarity was restored and the light of the candle was vaguely seen.

That was... the candle placed on the table by Elder Chonghua.

The candlelight became brighter and brighter, and everything in front of you gradually became clearer. It was a pair of dragon and phoenix candles.

Cui Zhen looked down at his body, he was wearing auspicious clothes.

"Mr. Marquis, go quickly! Don't miss the good time."

"Yes, brother, let's see what my sister-in-law looks like."

Suddenly there were many more people around me, all of whom were female relatives in the Cui clan.

"I heard that my sister-in-law gave birth very well. What I said is true. Who doesn't know in Beijing? Not only did my sister-in-law give birth well, she was also proficient in both chess, calligraphy and painting, especially the seven-stringed zither. I also wanted my sister-in-law to teach me."

"Big brother, go."

Cui Zhen felt that he was surrounded and walked forward. The hand where he was holding the wooden gun was now a scale rod.

"Satisfaction."

Amid the cheerful voice of the cameo, Cui Zhen opened the red veil.

A pair of clear eyes came into his eyes. The woman's face was a little familiar for some reason, but it made him unable to remember when he had seen it.

But Cui Zhen knew that this was not Zhang, she was Zhou Rujun.

"Big brother is stunned."

Is this a dream? Or it is not a dream.

Zhou Rujun is still alive, and a big rock pressing against Cui Zhen fell to the ground, which finally made him feel a little relaxed.

Just be alive and everything can be saved.

Cui Zhen stepped forward and pulled Zhou Rujun's hand. There were bursts of laughter coming from beside him, as if laughing at his anxiousness and congratulations to him again.

Getting married is a major event in life, so what if you put down the burden on your shoulders temporarily?

Cui Zhen thought of the beeswax and wanted to mention Zhou Zecheng to Zhou Rujun. His hand touched his chest, but the beeswax was gone.

Where did beeswax go?

"Dangdang" is the sound of the impact of the iron ring on the wooden gun.

The scene in front of Cui Zhen changed again, and the sound of fighting came from his ears. When he was lost, a long sword fell and slashed on him.

Cui Zhen endured the pain, waved the spear in his hand and stabbed the enemy general's chest.

"Brother." Someone rushed over to help him block the attack around him.
Chapter completed!