Xu Zizhen felt as if he had had a long dream, in which he had his deceased parents, his quiet and well-behaved younger brother, his childhood home that was dilapidated and low, and the dirty and dilapidated alley in front of his door.
The scenery changed, and the world in front of me suddenly became unfamiliar. The blue sky, clear water, golden rice fields and towering city walls, and then familiar faces appeared in this strange world one after another. Zhao Ju, Mo Lier,
Shui Liuli, Wen Xian... Kou Qiaoyi was sitting quietly by the bed, mending clothes. Yun Shanglan and Su San were sparring in the yard, Li Luoyan was watching with a smile, and Zhuo Ya was sitting coldly by the window.
Next to him, he held a book in his hand.
Xu Zizhen looked a little crazy. He wanted to walk over with a smile, hold their hands and say something, but at this time he found that he couldn't move, and he couldn't make any sound in his throat.
He became anxious and sweat began to form on his forehead. He tried desperately to wave and call them and call their names, but no one could see him, as if he was just a ball of air and nothingness.
"Dad, he moved, he moved!" A clear and simple young man's voice seemed to ring in the void, with joy in the voice. It seemed very far away, but also seemed to be right next to his ears. Xu Zizhen was a little startled. This
He definitely didn't recognize the voice. Who was it?
A rough and warm hand touched Xu Zizhen's forehead, and then a calm male voice said: "Go get a bowl of warm water."
"Oh." The young man responded and ran out.
Xu Zizhen only felt that his head was dizzy. He vaguely remembered that he had been hit by an arrow before, and then fell into the river with the arrow. He didn't know anything after that. He didn't know how long he had been sleeping, and he didn't know now.
He wanted to open his eyes to see who was talking in front of him, but he found that he had no strength in his body, and he couldn't even raise his eyelids.
Not long after, the young man's voice came back, and then a thick and powerful arm lifted him up, and a large, rough bowl was brought to his lips.
Xu Zizhen subconsciously moved his lips and poured a mouthful of slightly bitter water into his mouth. But at this time, he couldn't care less. He found that his throat seemed to be so dry that it was about to catch fire, and now there was suddenly water.
Appeared, he immediately drank greedily.
"Ahem...!" Maybe he was injured too seriously or was unconscious for too long. As soon as he drank the water too quickly, he choked and coughed violently. The big hand quickly reached behind his back.
After patting lightly, Xu Zizhen slowly came to his senses, his coughing stopped, and his eyes slowly opened.
The first thing that catches the eye is the rough face of a middle-aged man, with a thick beard on his cheeks and a pair of bright eyes. Next to him is a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old, whose face is very similar to that of a middle-aged man.
It's just that he is missing a beard and his eyes are a little childish.
The eyes of the first middle school student and the young master all had joy in their eyes. The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Brother, are you awake?"
Although Xu Zizhen was awake now, he was still feeling weak and there was a slight pain in his chest and abdomen. He took a breath and smiled weakly: "Thank you, big brother, for saving your life."
The man said: "My boy found you by the river and carried you home."
Xu Zizhen glanced at the young man in surprise. He weighed a hundred or dozens of kilograms anyway, but the young man was clearly not yet fully developed and was a little thin, but he didn't expect to be so strong.
Seeing Xu Zizhen looking at him, the young man said a little embarrassedly: "I was a little scared at first, but when I saw a golden arrow stuck in your chest, uncle, I knew you must be a good person."
Xu Zizhen struggled to sit up and say thank you, but the man held him down gently and said with a hearty smile: "You just woke up, have a good rest. If you have anything to say, it's not too late to talk to you later."
The young man brought a large bowl from a broken wooden table nearby, which contained half a bowl of millet porridge with clear soup and little water.
The man said: "You have been in a coma for five days. Let's make some rice soup first, and wait until you feel better before eating meat."
Xu Zizhen nodded with difficulty, a smile appeared on his lips, and he drank the porridge reluctantly with the man's hand. He fell asleep again half way through.
When he woke up again after an unknown period of time, the window beside the bed was propped up. The sun was shining brightly outside the window, and the birds could be heard singing happily. Xu Zizhen tried to sit up with support, but was shocked to find that he
I can really sit down.
The door creaked, and the young man walked in. He looked up and saw Xu Zizhen, and shouted in surprise: "Uncle, are you awake? I'll call my dad!" After that, he turned around and rushed out.
It didn't take long for the man to arrive. As soon as he entered the room, he quickly came over and helped Xu Zizhen to sit on the head of the bed. He said with a smile: "My brother is strong enough, and you have been able to heal such a serious injury."
Xu Zizhen also laughed: "If you and your son hadn't saved me, I would have fed the bastard by now."
The man suddenly pointed at a pile of unknown objects in the corner: "Originally, brother, you really can't be saved, but I didn't expect you had a saddle tied to your chest. If it hadn't been for that thing, you would have been pierced by a sharp arrow.
Okay, brother, you are really taking precautions before they happen."
Xu Zizhen couldn't help but laugh: "It's not as serious as you said. To put it bluntly, I'm afraid of death." The saddle was for him to fix his broken ribs. Unexpectedly, it accidentally blocked an arrow for him.
The two looked at each other and laughed, and Xu Zizhen asked again: "I don't know what I call eldest brother? What is this place?"
The man said: "My surname is Zhang Dan, whose last name is the word "mu". This place is called Xiao Zhangjiagou. There are dozens of families in total. It is about eighty miles away from Daming Mansion."
Xu Zizhen immediately changed his words: "Brother Zhang."
Zhang Mu smiled: "What's your last name, little brother?"
Xu Zizhen hesitated for a moment. It was still so far away from Daming Mansion. It might be within the scope of Jin Bing's activities. He didn't want to reveal his name easily, but then he thought about it. It was in the countryside, and the father and son had something to do with him.
The life-saving grace will no longer be concealed.
"My younger brother's surname is Xu, Xu Zizhen."
Zhang Mu's originally smiling face suddenly changed drastically. He stood up suddenly and said in surprise: "You said your name is...Xu Zizhen?"
Xu Zizhen was heartbroken, but he still nodded and said, "Yes."
Zhang Mu stared at him with his eyes fixed on him and said word by word: "But Xu Zizhen who accompanied His Highness Prince Kang to the Golden Camp?"
Xu Zizhen was already accumulating the remaining strength in his body, and the nerves in his whole body were tense. He was ready to break out and escape at any time. He nodded slowly and said: "Exactly."
Zhang Mu slapped his hands fiercely and laughed loudly: "Okay! I didn't expect you to be such a brother, a good man, a good man! As a brother, I admire you!"
Xu Zizhen was a little dazed and didn't understand what was going on. When he turned around, he saw that even the young man was beaming with admiration.
Zhang Mu grabbed his shoulders and said excitedly: "Brother, you don't know yet, do you? Now your story has spread all over the Daming Mansion. Every citizen of the Song Dynasty is praising you, saying that you are courageous and knowledgeable.
Courageous and resourceful..."
Xu Zizhen was stunned: "I'll go!...Is this how I become a celebrity?"
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