Eight hundred and thirtieth eight chapters terminally ill
Chapter 838: Extremely ill
Gudong dong stuffed the whole bag into his mouth, held the bottom of the bag with both hands and tilted his head upward. I saw his Adam's apple moving. The most fragrant spirit on the grassland went down the throat and directly into the stomach. This way of drinking is simply delicious.
Exchange the wine containers. It would be weird if you don’t get drunk.
But there were quite a lot of strange things happening today. Xu Qing just drank at least five kilograms of white wine. His chest was burning with a fire. His mind was still clear. He stretched out his hand and pulled out the skin bag, which made a crisp sound.
It is estimated that no one will go to slurp it. Daleng on the side can only swallow his saliva.
The horse team had already arrived while Xu Qingniu was drinking, and naturally surrounded the three of them in a semi-arc shape. A tall Mongolian horse stood in the arc gap. The man with a sick face was riding on the horse, trying to stand as straight as possible.
He straightened his waist, as if he wanted to look as heroic as possible, but to outsiders at first glance he looked like a weak scholar with no strength.
Xu Qing covered the wine skin in his hand and threw it to Daleng. He burped and stood up. He shook his head deliberately and staggered a few steps to the front of King Khan's horse. He grinned and said, "You are the one."
King Chahara Khan? He doesn’t look that good either.”
Meng Buding lost a word in Chinese and had an authentic Jiangcheng accent. He wanted to pretend to be drunk to cover up his gaffe, but unexpectedly he showed his flaws and shocked his hometown.
Ahige Khan trembled all over, leaned to one side on his horse, opened his lips twice but took a deep breath, and whispered: "Are you from Jiangcheng?" He also used standard Chinese. For many years,
This language has already penetrated into the bones along with memory.
Xu Qing's heart skipped a beat. Before he even started talking to each other, he took the initiative to show off his flaws. He was so numb. His son saw that I was under too much pressure, so he had to find a way to get back.
"You don't have to worry about my hometown. It's not your turn as a Mongolian Khan to do the household registration work. Let's get straight to the point. Whether the key to the imperial mausoleum is measured in pounds or pieces, give me a real price." Xu Qing reached out and took it out from his pocket.
Two keys, rubbed with his fingers, separated into a small V-shaped fork. He actually had another key in his hand, but he was not ready to take it out yet, because it was a relic of his mother, and showing up was tantamount to revealing his identity.
, I don’t want to do this kind of thing like peeing my pants with my eyes open.
Ashig Khan frowned and said in a deep voice: "Can you bring me the key to the imperial mausoleum first? If it is true, I can give you ten thousand taels of gold."
When it comes to the safety of the ancestral mausoleum, the Chahara royal family, as the guardian clan, has an unshirkable responsibility. No matter what, the key to the royal mausoleum must not fall into the hands of an outsider.
Xu Qing narrowed his eyes and smiled and said: "Ten thousand taels of gold, it sounds very good. I don't know if one key is worth ten thousand taels or if the two pieces add up to ten thousand taels?" He now completely acted like a money-obsessed small businessman.
He looked like he was asking for the price in a docile manner.
A look of solemnity appeared on Ashighan's pale face, and he said in a deep voice: "A key is ten thousand taels of gold, and it is guaranteed to be gold with a purity of 39%. Are you satisfied?"
Xu Qing nodded with satisfaction and said: "The price is quite fair. If these two keys can be sold for one thousand kilograms of gold, I have nothing to say. It is best to get both money and goods. After all, this is the first time for us to cooperate."
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Asiga turned over and dismounted, his movements were clean and neat. As soon as his feet stood still, he suddenly felt a tightness in his chest. He habitually covered his lips with his palms and coughed violently.
The low and intense coughing sound lasted for half a minute before Asiga removed his palm from his mouth and poked it directly into his pants pocket.
The sharp-eyed Xu Qing found a trace of blood on the corner of Cheap Dad's mouth that had not yet been wiped off. With a blink of an eye, he looked through the thin trouser pocket and saw the hand that was held empty. A small pool of blood was particularly dazzling in the palm.
What's wrong with him? Is he sick? He was willing to pay ten thousand taels of gold for two broken keys. Why didn't he get cured when he was sick? Xu Qing frowned and focused on the pool of blood, all kinds of questions running through his mind like a revolving lantern.
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The tree wants to be still but the wind doesn't stop, the son wants to be filial but the relatives are not. The meaning in the old saying poured through Xu Qing's mind like a revelation. He felt that the 36,000 pores in his body were letting out cold air.
I thought about the first time we met and saw that my father had a physical problem. Judging from the coughing of blood, the symptoms were quite serious.
"Kid, Ahig always means what he says. Can you show me the key to the imperial mausoleum now?" Ahig Khan had already walked closer and stretched out his other palm.
Xu Qing nodded, put the two keys gently in his palm, and touched the palm inadvertently with his fingertips. It was so cold that he could hardly feel any body temperature. For some reason, at the moment when their palms touched,
There is a strange feeling, it is something purely from the bottom of my heart, it seems familiar
Ashig Khan squeezed the key in his hand, and it only took him a moment to identify the authenticity. Both pieces were the real keys to the imperial mausoleum. He opened his palms and looked at them carefully, with a deep look on his face.
Disappointment
Wan Liang is a trivial matter. What he wants most is to find a difference in the key. Among the five keys to the imperial mausoleum, only one has a mark unknown to outsiders. Unfortunately, the two keys in his hand are not among the special ones he is looking for.
Xu Qing took a breath and tried to calm down the throbbing in his heart, and asked in a low voice: "Is this thing real?" Ashig Khan forced a smile and nodded: "Yes, I accepted the thing, as promised just now.
Remuneration can be paid at any time”
Xu Qing looked at his father's hairy temples, glanced at the palms that had never been taken out from his trouser pockets, and suddenly asked: "What disease do you have?"
Ashiq Khan was startled by this sudden question. Normally, he would be the most reluctant to talk about his illness. His close attendants all knew that this was a taboo, and if he mentioned it, it would attract a lot of attention.
He was very unhappy and even got angry, but for some unknown reason today, he didn't feel any disgust at all when this strange young man brought it up.
"You really want to know what disease I have?" Ahige raised the corner of his mouth, but did not show any smile, and said very calmly: "Have you ever heard of tuberculosis? It is also called lung cancer in Western medicine. It is in the advanced stage.
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Xu Qing said nothing. He knew very well what late-stage lung cancer meant. Any disease with the word "cancer" in it was fatal. Putting the word "late-stage" on it basically meant it was an incurable disease. Damn it, late-stage lung cancer?
Can't be cured? Now he feels that his mind is in chaos, sad but without tears...
Ashighan looked at Xu Qing's face and sighed: "Well, everyone has this day. It's just that he comes early and comes late. I actually have a son. If he is here, he should be about the same age as you. I really hope he can survive."
Come and see him and do something for me, okay?"
Xu Qingqiang couldn't bear the sadness and said: "What is it? As long as I can do it, I will try my best."
Ahiqhan smiled and said: "Slap me, hit me hard, just for my son I have never met..." After speaking, he raised his head and gritted his teeth.