After returning to the inn, Sizhu went to fetch water and put it on the table: "Miss, it's warm."
Zhao Yan looked at the water on the table, motionless, looking tired.
"Miss, are you still feeling unwell?" Sizhu asked again.
Zhao Yan glanced at her, raised her head and looked towards the door.
After the little girl came back, she suddenly stopped there again when she entered the door, and now she was looking up at the mountains in the distance.
"Miss, why are you looking at her?" Sizhu also looked at Xia Zhaoyi and curled her lips, "It's a good thing we are in this remote country. If she were in our Huzhou, I would definitely make her look good."
"It's not the people I meet on the roadside that bother me," Zhao Yan looked away, frowning, "What I'm afraid of is that we can't catch up with Dr. Shen, and what will happen to daddy's illness by then."
"So we shouldn't have come out at all," Sizhu curled her lips again and said angrily, "We can't catch up anyway..."
Zhao Yan immediately looked at her with disgust: "What nonsense!"
Sizhu lowered his head and did not dare to say anything.
The area of Jiangsu and Zhejiang is a land of plenty, rich and fertile land and soil. The ancestors of the Zhao family started to run a winery and were well versed in the art of winemaking. The wine they brewed was fragrant and fragrant, and became famous. Gradually, the size of the winery became larger and larger, and the semicolon also opened the winery. There are more.
However, the family property is getting richer and richer day by day, and the money is filling boxes after boxes, but the number of people is getting smaller and smaller.
In this generation, there is only one Mr. Zhao, Zhao Li, and the eldest lady Zhao Ning, who disappeared early in life.
Zhao Li has two sons and two daughters. His son Zhao Wen is ten years old this year, his eldest daughter Zhao Hui is over seventeen years old, and his second daughter Zhao Yan is fifteen years old this year.
Zhao Li was seriously ill and had to stay in bed for a long time. The doctors all said that medicine and stones were ineffective and he could prepare for his funeral.
The Zhao sisters refused, so they sent people to inquire around and seek medical advice from various sources. Later, they heard that there was a miracle doctor Shen who had excellent medical skills. If he could no longer have a child, then there would really be no cure for this disease.
But according to Shen Shen’s rule, when parents are sick, their children need to ask for help. When children are sick, parents need to ask for help, and brothers and sisters ask for help from each other. Anyway, you have to go to him in person to ask for help. Anyone sent to look for him will never see him.
If someone is alone, without a father, mother, or brother, he will directly reject it. Legend has it that he himself said that such people are like evil stars, causing chaos and bad luck everywhere.
Zhao Yan couldn't bear to see her father die of such illness, so she went to the temple to ask for a fortune. The master said that sincerity would lead to success, so she simply bit her teeth and ran out with Sizhu.
When I came out, I brought a bunch of guards with me, but when I passed by Peifeng, I encountered a large number of victims and various unexpected situations. In short, one by one, they were dead, sick or separated, leaving only their main pair. Served.
After more than two months of torment, she couldn't bear it, but there was no sound from the letter. She didn't know what the situation was like at home, and whether her father's tone was still there.
She wanted to go back several times, but every time she inquired, she found that Divine Doctor Shen was not far away from her. This kind of unwillingness was really frustrating.
Zhao Yan picked up the water on the table and said it was warm, rather than cold.
She was not interested in drinking it and put it back on the table: "I'm hungry."
"Miss, wait a minute," Sizhu stood up and looked towards the kitchen at the other end of the backyard. "Where are the foods I promised you earlier? Bring them over quickly! My lady is hungry!"
The shopkeeper responded while urging his men to quickly take out the hidden things.
There is a small mechanism set up in the kitchen. When a horse thief comes, just push the counters with food in.
But it's not that easy to take it out. The whole thing is stuck underneath, so it takes a lot of effort.
Xia Zhaoyi was still at the door, looking at the top of the mountain over there.
When she entered the inn just now, she raised her head with feeling and saw a big white flag waving on the top of the mountain.
It's very regular, and the shaking is a bit laborious. You can faintly see that two or three people are shaking it together.
There should be a post over there. How far the horse thief has traveled will be expressed by the number of times the flag is waved.
She figured out the pattern and calculated the horse thieves' footsteps, and she could probably guess the distance represented by one shake.
Xia Zhaoyi withdrew his gaze and walked towards the inn.
Sizhu saw her coming in and said, "How about it, do you still want my article?"
With a somewhat sinister tone in his tone, Xia Zhaoyi remained silent and calmly picked up the medicine bowl that had been placed on the table before and brought it to the back of the kitchen.
"Hey! You're deaf!" Seeing her silence, Sizhu shouted proudly.
She always felt awkward and uncomfortable when she was being stared at by this girl before. This feeling of being inferior to a dwarf for no reason made her very annoyed. Now, in turn, it gave her the pleasure of letting out a sigh of relief.
The shopkeeper and a few innkeepers were still moving cabinets there.
Xia Zhaoyi stood aside and looked at them. The shopkeeper was a little embarrassed and pointed to the table beside him: "You can leave it over there, girl."
Xia Zhaoyi smiled slightly: "Shopkeeper, you are working hard for using brute force like this."
The shopkeeper smiled awkwardly, his face turned red, and he shouted slogans with the clerks and moved the cabinets up some more.
Xia Zhaoyi looked at the formation, turned around and put the bowl on the table over there: "Shopkeeper, I'm leaving."
"Got it!" the shopkeeper shouted casually.
Back in the lobby, Xia Zhaoyi climbed up the wooden stairs.
She had eaten early and was not hungry now. She placed the bundle next to the table, took out a candle and lit it. She took out the newly bought pen and ink from the bundle, poured some water from the bamboo tube onto the inkstone, and rubbed it gently.
But when she was about to put down the words, the tip of her pen stopped there.
After thinking for a while, she wrote the word "brother" on the paper.
But I hesitated for a long time about what I wanted to write next.
The light of the candle was very dim. The evening wind outside the window suddenly blew open the window sash, and the candle flame flickered.
What should I say?
What to say?
After that, how do you send the letter?
If you tell this kind of thing, will you be believed?
Moreover, such unprovoked letters would most likely not even be delivered to the Duke's office.
The word "brother" on the paper has dried ink stains.
Xia Zhaoyi gently held the thin paper with his left hand, paused, then crumpled the paper into a ball and placed it next to the inkstone.
After dipping it in ink, she wrote the word "Master" on the paper.
She spoke of her master with all her heart, so she did not hesitate when writing this time, writing each word quickly.
...What happened to me is unimaginable, but I am definitely alive. I am a young girl, I don’t know my past, I live in a bandit’s den, and people are worse than dogs...
As I wrote this, my nose suddenly became sore.
She recalled her master's eyes and expression on the day she left Liling.
As quiet as usual, neither sad nor happy, calm as an ancient well.
"Do you know that if you leave, you will die, and our master and disciple will never be able to see each other again in this life," the master said.
She kowtowed heavily and said in a hoarse voice, "My disciple is unfilial."
"Then go ahead and don't look back."
She stood up and left. After saying "Master, take care of me," she got on her horse and never looked back.
The master and her never spoke much. Even if they were separated by life or death, it was so indifferent and without any words of gratitude.
