It is a pity that the jade was not found after all.
Now calm down and think about it, Jiang Yan regrets it. She has always been used to being free and undisciplined. Whether she will marry or who she will marry is not something that can be decided by a piece of jade, so why bother to repay the jade at this critical moment and stimulate Fu Li for nothing?
That person Fu Li has arrogance and arrogance, how can he bear the humiliation of retiring the engagement face to face? It is reasonable for him to be so angry. Both of them are young people, if there is a rift, it is still unknown whether they will be able to return to Shuozhou alive.
Recalling Fu Li's decisiveness when he lost the jade last night, Jiang Yan was a little confused. He had been coveting this jade for a long time, and he should have planned to divorce a long time ago, but why was he so angry after he got his wish? Could it be that he just couldn't bear the humiliation of paying him back in person?
Jiang Yan couldn't figure him out, so she sat on the threshold, turned her head to look at Fu Li in the room, and sighed.
Seeming to have sensed something, Fu Li suddenly opened his eyes at this moment, met Jiang Yan's gaze, and said indifferently: "What do you see?"
Sure enough, it was difficult to change from extravagance to frugality, he returned to the indifferent attitude he had when we first met, and Jiang Yan was a little uncomfortable. She shook her head and asked, "Are you feeling better?"
Fu Li looked away, "You and I have called off the engagement, and my injury has nothing to do with you." The voice was faint, and many emotions could be heard suppressed.
The sorghum rice on the stove was cooked and steaming, Jiang Yan got up and took the enamel bowl to wash it, and explained while filling the sorghum rice, "Even if we don't have a marriage contract, you and I are still classmates. What's the point of caring for each other in times of crisis?" No? Besides, you saved my life"
"Your father also saved my grandfather's life, and he owes nothing to each other." Fu Li paused, lowered his eyes, and said, "If you really want to break it, then do it cleanly."
What does it mean to break cleanly? Will the cold weather part ways on a dangerous battlefield?
The little guilt in Jiang Yan's heart turned into helplessness, and she pressed the sorghum rice in the bowl with a wooden spoon with a broken handle, and hummed, "You don't like me anyway, it doesn't matter who quits the engagement? If you really can't keep face , I will ask you to pay me back the jade once, and then tell the elders that I am not good enough for you, how about it?"
"It's not a matter of face." Fu Li closed his eyes, as if he didn't want to continue this topic, and simply turned his head away from her, looking a little lonely.
After running around all night, his neatly bundled hair became a lot messy, two strands of messy hair hung from his temples, and his martial robe was stained with blood. Compared with his usual dignified and elegant appearance, he added a bit of youthful chivalry.
Jiang Yan put down the spoon, looked at Fu Li's perfectly lined profile for a long time, and then asked cautiously: "You don't know, do you like me a little bit?"
Fu Li froze suddenly, clenched his five fingers on his knees, and almost immediately retorted: "Who likes you? Pretending to be passionate."
Jiang Yan said 'oh', and whispered: "That's good."
I don't know which word stimulated Fu Li, he looked over quietly, his eyes were very cold.
Ignoring his gaze, Jiang Yan handed a bowl of sorghum rice and bamboo chopsticks to Fu Li, and said with a warm smile, "There is only a small bag of sorghum rice here, and you can just eat it. If you have anything to say, wait until we get back to Ying Tianfu." Discuss again, if you can return home safely, then I will listen to you."
Fu Li was speechless. Jiang Yan added: "I listen to you in everything, and I won't compete with you for the first place in the exam."
Fu Li's expression turned pale, his tone softened a little, and he said sullenly: "You eat, I'm not hungry."
"There's still in the pot, don't worry, I won't starve myself." Jiang Yan stuffed the bowl and chopsticks into Fu Li's hands, and then remembered that his shoulder was injured and his movement was inconvenient, so she kindly asked, "Can I feed you?" ?¡±
Fu Li was startled, cleared his throat, and said awkwardly, "No need."
Jiang Yan laughed, and got up to fill herself with the little sorghum rice left at the bottom of the pot.
The sun shone on the snow, and a layer of faint warmth completely buried the fighting and turmoil last night. Fu Li and Jiang Yan rushed to Shuozhou after a short rest. After all, driving in snowy weather would leave footprints and easily attract pursuers, so they trekked all the way without taking a break.
Arriving at the diplomatic border of Shuozhou City, an ancient street stretches in front of you. The once prosperous business place is in ruins, the snow has been trampled into mud, and there are no living people in sight. Jiang Yan walked for several miles, her hair wet from the temples was sticky to her face, her shoes were already soaked in snow, and she shivered with the cold every step she took.
Fu Li's body was in a state of embarrassment, his lips were slightly pale, but his eyes were still energetic. Considering his injury, Jiang Yan couldn't help persuading him: "I'll get the book basket, you take a break."
"No need." Fu Li still used these two words. Seeing that Jiang Yan was worried, he raised his hand and threw the sword into her arms, saying, "Help me hold the sword."
Jiang Yan caught the sword and wanted to; The woman's straight eyes are very similar to Ji Ping who is desperately protecting the classics.
Jiang Yan suppressed the soreness in her eyes, and quickly regained her composure. She closed the door decisively, and said to Fu Li who was waiting outside: "Young Master Fu, it's hard work for you to bring a pot of hot water, and you have to scald it." Scissors and strips."
Then, she rolled up her sleeves and lifted off the quilt, took off the woman's blood-soaked underpants, asked her to stand up her legs, and asked, "How long has it been in pain?"
"Sixhours" The woman's face was pale, and she gasped, "The first child, the robber killed the mother, I was frightened, and I couldn't give birth." After finishing speaking, she screamed in pain again.
Jiang Yan bit her lip and said, "Don't be afraid. I haven't had a baby, and I can help you only a little. You have to work hard on your own."
"Please, cut it off. If it doesn't come back, my son will die." There were tears in the corners of the woman's eyes, which mixed with cold sweat and soaked the pillow.
Jiang Yan was stunned for a moment before she understood what the woman meant by 'cutting open'.
She shook her head violently: "Without the hemostatic medicine, you will die!"
The woman's lips trembled, and she looked at Jiang Yan pleadingly.
The woman was frightened and had a dystocia. It took two quarters of an hour to barely see the head of the fetus, but the mother was too weak to speak. After another half an hour, he bled profusely, and the spurt of blood sprayed Jiang Yan's hands all over.
Jiang Yan is an unmarried girl. She doesn't know how to stop the bleeding of a pregnant woman. No one taught her this. At this time, all the dignity, upbringing, and all the beauty of a woman are shattered by suffering and pain, and they can only struggle in the mud by instinct.
She delivered the woman while weeping. When the fetus was born from a pool of blood with a pile of filth, when a loud cry was accompanied by the sun pouring down from behind the clouds, Jiang Yan was exhausted, dripping with cold sweat, and could only sit on the edge of the bed, letting her blood-stained hands hang down by her side , biting his lip and weeping silently.
She didn't know what she was crying for, maybe it was because of the devastation, or because of the fragility and strength of life.
After crying, she rubbed her eyes vigorously, wiped away the tears, cut the umbilical cord with red eyes, wrapped the baby carefully in the cotton jacket on the bedside, and gently placed it beside the young mother with pale complexion and empty eyes.
"Congratulations madam, you are a young master." Jiang Yan squeezed out a smile.
The woman's withered eyes lit up, her pale lips twitched, and she said intermittently: "His father isShuozhou GeneralLi GuangyingThank youIn the next life, I will"
The breath was cut off, the brilliance in the woman's eyes disappeared, her head slowly turned to one side, as if imprinting a kiss on the baby's face, and then there was no more sound.
The door behind him opened with a creak, and Fu Li looked back. Jiang Yan, whose hands were covered in blood, was holding a crying baby. With red eyes, she looked at him and said, "Fu Li, I want to take him back to Shuozhou."
Fu Li looked calm, nodded and said: "Okay."
He rode a gallop, stepped on the snow and splashed mud, and went straight to the city of Shuozhou.
Fu Li reined in his horse, looked up at the crossbowmen on the city wall, and said, "Fu Li, a student of the Imperial Academy, has returned with thirty-seven volumes of ancient books from the Wei and Jin Dynasties, please see Cai Qianhu!"
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