nucmednet Chapter 542: Road Crying Erhan
Chapter 542: Road Crying Erhan
Summer finally arrived with hot steps.
The sun was scorching above the desert, burning this vast land without any hindrance.
The sky was so blue that it was almost pure, but there was not a single cloud to cast any shade on the earth. The air seemed to be distorted and deformed by the heat, and it was filled with a hot breath.
Under such scorching heat, many Xixia people settled along the rivers.
The river is like the lifeline of the desert. The water is clear and cool, nourishing the aquatic plants along the river.
The Xixia people set up tents by the river in pursuit of water and grass. Their cattle and sheep graze leisurely in the abundant water and grass, creating a peaceful and life-filled picture.
According to past customs, at this time of year, everyone should migrate north.
The north has a cooler climate and more lush aquatic plants, making it a good place to escape the summer heat.
However, the current situation forced them to stop their journey north.
The war in the south with the State of Chu was raging fiercely, with smoke and flames filling the battlefield.
The mobilization of troops and the transportation of supplies made the roads extremely dangerous and chaotic, and the north was not peaceful either.
Although King Lamor is dead, the remaining troops are still active. Their power is still strong and they may launch attacks on the surrounding tribes and people at any time.
Enemy from both sides.
Chen Changan's soul seemed to have been wandering for a very long time.
In the courtyard of the Chu State, the breeze was blowing and the branches of flowers were swaying. Chen Changan returned to the Chu State he had been thinking about day and night.
Chen Changan looked at Zhao Qingcheng, his eyes instantly moistened, he wanted to say something, but in the end he couldn't open his mouth.
Zhao Qingcheng in the dream was still as beautiful as ever, wearing a moon-white brocade robe that perfectly wrapped her slightly bulging belly.
The brocade robe was embroidered with lifelike twin lotus flowers, using the finest silk threads, which shimmered with a soft luster in the sunlight.
She had a light pink silk ribbon tied around her waist, which highlighted her graceful figure. Even though she was pregnant, her stunning beauty could not be concealed.
"Qingcheng, are you okay?"
When she heard Chen Changan's voice, she was stunned at first, then her beautiful eyes widened, eyes full of surprise.
She subconsciously raised her hand to cover her mouth, and tears flowed uncontrollably.
After confirming that the person in front of her was really Chen Changan, she ran towards him hurriedly, but a little slowly because of the baby in her belly.
"Chen Lang, don't you want me anymore? Don't you want our child anymore?"
Zhao Qingcheng cried, her soft voice full of grievance.
Chen Changan's heart was broken!
"No, of course not... Qingcheng, Qingcheng... ah!"
Chen Changan stretched out his hand to grab Zhao Qingcheng, but it was just a dream after all, and the grab was just an illusion.
Chen Changan was anxious and suddenly woke up!
"Alluring!!!"
Chen Changan suddenly shouted out, quickly opened his eyes, and stared blankly at everything around him.
There was a dry heat in the air and a stream was rushing in the distance.
Chen Changan was in a small felt tent. The woolen felt surface had long lost its original softness and was covered with stains, as if it had been torn apart by time.
A few patches were sewn on it crookedly, with rough seams, which showed that they were hastily repaired.
The wooden poles supporting the tent were thin and bent, as if they would break if the wind blew, barely maintaining the tent's precarious shape.
The door curtain of the felt tent was just a piece of tattered cloth, half hanging on the door frame, and it could hardly perform even the most basic shielding function.
The tent was small and cramped, and one could see everything at a glance.
The soil on the ground was bare and uneven, and one had to be very careful when walking on it, for fear of tripping. The whole tent was filled with an old and dilapidated atmosphere, telling of the hardship of life.
"Here, what is this place?"
"The underworld?"
"The Ten Lords of Hell?"
Chen Changan's consciousness seemed to be wrapped in a thick darkness. In the chaos, the last scene repeatedly emerged like a ghost.
He stood in that desolate land, willing to die rather than surrender. Opposite him, Yinzhu Zhuoma's eyes were cold, the gun in her hand flashed, and three shots were fired in succession. Each bullet seemed to carry the power of destruction and penetrated his body straight.
The pain in my chest came in waves like surging waves, as if the bullet was still rampaging in my body.
He was breathing heavily, and every breath was accompanied by a sharp pain, as if countless steel needles were stirring wildly in his chest.
His lips were cracked, and when he tried to speak, he could only make a few weak, unclear sounds.
My throat felt like it had been rubbed with sandpaper, dry and painful, and every syllable seemed to be squeezed out from my broken lungs, fragmented.
He raised his hand and touched his chest tremblingly.
"Hiss!!"
The real pain made him dazed. How could he still be alive?
Is this what it feels like to be alive?
Where am I?
“Bang!!!”
There was a sound of a basin falling to the ground at the door, and Chen Changan raised his head with great effort.
She was a Xixia woman.
She was wearing a coarse cloth dress. Although the fabric was plain and simple, and even had a bit of old-fashioned feeling, it seemed just to highlight her presence.
Her face is like a beautiful jade carefully carved by God.
Her eyebrows are curved like a crescent moon, hiding endless tenderness; her eyes are deep and bright, like the twinkling stars in the night sky, and their unintentional glance can be captivating.
Under the straight and beautiful nose bridge is a cherry-like small mouth without any lipstick. When the corners of the mouth are slightly raised, it seems like a spring breeze blowing, making people's hearts soften.
Her long, shiny black hair was casually tied up, with a few strands of hair falling beside her fair cheeks, adding a bit of charming charm.
Her temperament is gentle yet tough. She exudes an innate elegance in her every move. She is not bound by coarse clothes. Instead, she looks more refined and elegant in this simple outfit.
The isolated orchid in the valley exudes a unique fragrance.
"Luo, Aunt Luo, is it you?"
Chen Changan's heart trembled violently. He wanted to speak, but blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
"It's me, it's me, woooo! Changan, don't talk, don't talk!!!"
Luo Zhuyu took a few steps towards Chen Changan, then suddenly stopped, shook his head and said, "Don't worry, I'll go call the doctor!"
"Doctor, doctor, Lu Kuerhan has woken up!"
Are you crying and sweating on the road?
what is this?
Chen Changan's head was still dizzy, and before he could come to his senses, a group of doctors filed in.
The leader had a white beard and looked hurried, holding an old medicine box tightly in his hand.
Without saying a word, they quickly surrounded Chen Changan.
These doctors looked solemn as they stepped forward one by one, gently held Chen Changan's wrist, closed their eyes and concentrated, carefully feeling his pulse with their fingers.
After taking the patient's pulse, they each took out a pen and paper and wrote down a prescription. The paper rustled in their hands.
After a while, many young people wearing masks came in from outside the door, holding torches in their hands, muttering something, and then began to dance.
His movements were exaggerated. Sometimes he jumped high, sometimes he spun quickly, as if he was performing a mysterious ritual. He was also shouting some spells that others could not understand, as if he was relying on some mysterious power.
After a long commotion, a doctor finally came over with a large bowl of black, unknown liquid with a pungent smell.
"Changan, quickly drink the medicine blessed by the God of the Desert!"
"Drink it, and you'll be fine!"
Luo Zhuyu said loudly with a face full of piety.
Chen Changan himself didn't believe in ghosts, but in order not to go against Luo Zhuyu's kindness, he had no choice but to drink it.
The group of people were rejoicing, as if they would get better after drinking Chen Changan.
"Changan~"
Luo Zhuyu finally couldn't bear it anymore and threw herself into Chen Changan's arms!