In the night, lights were swaying all over the city, and in the quiet and somewhat deserted courtyard, Ning Yi put the water basin on the table in the back room.
The woman in black was holding a small medical bag in her hand. She was leaning on the bedside to tidy up her wounds. When Ning Yi came in, she pulled up her clothes and stopped. Her face was still covered with a veil, but there was still blood everywhere. Ning Yi came in.
Yi thought for a while, looked for it in a cabinet nearby, and took out a robe.
"There is no change of clothes here, only this one. It is clean. Your clothes are torn. You can change them a little tonight. New clothes can be brought over tomorrow."
The woman looked at him coldly: "Where do you want to go?"
Ning Yi hesitated for a moment, then raised his hand and said with a smile: "Okay, when you believe me, you take care of your injuries first, and I'll sit outside and boil more water."
"If you want to leave, no matter how fast you run, I guarantee you won't be able to get out of this courtyard."
"I know, I won't leave."
Ning Yi smiled, then turned back and took down a jar from the shelf, opened it, and was filled with the strong smell of alcohol.
"Wine, but the alcohol content is too high to drink. If you want to wash a wound, you can use this."
In fact, it was full of alcohol. Ning Yi went out and closed the door. The woman frowned slightly and listened to the footsteps. For a moment, she opened her clothes in the light, and the red cloth strips covered her chest layer by layer, in several places.
The cloth strip has also been broken. From the upper shoulder to the lower abdomen, the skin is covered with blood, and some of it has condensed into blood scabs, which are dark red. Together with the wounds, it is shocking. The scars on the front, back, and hands are relatively light.
One of them might have hurt her muscles and bones. When the clothes were pulled down, the condensed blood scabs were torn open again. She pursed her lips to endure it, but most of the wounds on her body were not bleeding at this time. They were actually
It stopped on its own.
The woman twisted the cloth in the basin, frowned slightly and began to wipe the blood on her body. The light like bean spots, the ancient sword, the woman wiping her body in the simple room... For a moment, on the other side of the wall, Ning
Yi also sat down on the stool, looking at the lights in the room. The woman could probably hear his movements, paused slightly, and then continued to wipe the wound and apply the wound medicine powder to the wound.
"This place was originally an abandoned garden, and usually no one came here. If it were in the past, they might have been found during the search, but I have already rented it, so it shouldn't be a big problem. Next door is Yushan Academy, and beyond that there is a small bamboo forest and a small river.
It's not wide across the river. There are two restaurants on the other side of the river, which expands into a triangular residential area. The alleys in it extend in all directions. If someone wants to catch up there, it shouldn't be easy. There are Changxing Street and Changye Street next to it.
, if you go there again, the road will lead to the south gate... On the other side of the yard is..."
With his back against the wall, Ning Yi slowly opened his mouth and introduced everything around him. The woman was quietly applying medicine over there, listening, and after a while, she said, "Are you a Taoist disciple?"
"Um?"
"There are so many alchemy things out there."
"Oh, it's not alchemy. I should be a disciple of Confucianism. These are objects."
"should?"
"should."
"...Why do you know I'm under the carriage?"
"I feel...or guess..."
"Do you have a grudge against Song Xian?"
"No, I have heard of some of his bad reputation."
"...Not entirely true."
"I have met the girl before."
There was a slight silence on the other side: "When?"
"On New Year's Eve this year, when the girl was fighting on Zhuque Street, I was watching from a few dozen meters away. Later, in the restaurant, the girl dressed as a maid was pouring wine."
"...I remembered." The voice sank slightly. On the other side of the wall, the woman wiping the wound slowly stopped. With a wave of her right arm, she grabbed the hilt of the sword on the small table and slammed back.
He stabbed it. With a pop, the earth and rocks shot out from the other end of the wall. The sword edge pierced the earth wall and stopped on the side of Ning Yi's face. Ning Yi turned his head and glanced with a smile.
"You were the scholar who wrote poetry back then...why did you follow me!"
"You are the one following me today." Ning Yi said these words to the wall. The woman on the other side of the wall was slightly stunned, "But you should understand that I don't mean any harm."
After a moment, the woman withdrew the sword's edge and placed it on the table. The light slightly penetrated through the gap where the sword pierced.
"But why are you following me? What are your intentions?"
"Except because of Song Xian... I want to learn martial arts." Ning Yi said frankly. The other side of the wall was stunned for a long time, seeming to be stunned by the answer. After a while, his voice softened a little: "Nonsense."
"It's the truth. I've always been careful about martial arts. I've always wanted to know what the legendary advanced martial arts is like..."
"Are you quite talented?" the voice over there interrupted him.
"Well, it's hard to tell yourself this..."
"That day upstairs, everyone asked you to write a poem. After you finished a poem, no one had anything to say... You talented people have always looked down on martial artists. You are also talented and famous, but now you want to practice martial arts, but you still have nothing to say..."
Advanced martial arts. If you don’t go into battle or fight with others, you are just showing off. What’s the point of practicing it? I don’t believe it.”
The woman spoke lightly, without any emotion in it. She was just stating these words. Ning Yi thought about it and heard the faint ringing of bells outside the city, and laughed: "It is indeed... of no use. Besides,
I heard that all advanced martial arts must be practiced from a young age, and it takes more than ten or twenty years to achieve success every day, is that right?"
"You are indeed past the age of practicing martial arts."
"It's a pity." Ning Yi smiled, "Actually... I have a good time."
"...Gewu?"
"Well, it's about studying the ultimate principles of all things, and then deducing and utilizing them. For example, the alcohol you use to clean wounds has been cooled and distilled several times. At present, it is only a small amount of extraction, but if it is used to make wine..."
It was late, so Ning Yi said something casually and waited for time to pass. In the room inside, the woman was dealing with her injuries and occasionally said something absentmindedly. After all, her clothes and pants were all covered in blood. At this time, she took off her clothes.
She came down and was still on the side. The white bandage tied her chest, wrapped around her shoulders in circles, and even wrapped it around her thighs and right feet several times. After hesitating for a while, she finally put the robe on her body.
At this time, the veil was taken off, and the pale face looked weak, but still alert.
After a while, Ning Yi said: "It's too late. If you don't go back, my family will probably come here. I'll come back tomorrow morning. The girl is injured. Please rest early."
Ning Yi waited for a moment, but there was no answer. He extinguished the lamp and prepared to go out. Then he said: "By the way, if you want to extinguish the alcohol lamp, just take a cover from the side to cover the flame. If you use a blower,
Yes, for fear of exploding, after saying that, I pushed the door out and closed it gently.
The door of the room inside was gently opened, and the robe was gently pulled with her hands. The woman walked out barefoot and silently, frowning and looking at the door. Then she walked to the door and opened it a crack, looking towards the yard.
Look, Ning Yi has already left the courtyard gate. After a while, the sound of a carriage rang and gradually faded away.
The sound of insects chirping came from the grass in the yard, and the stars in the sky were blinking in this night. The woman looked at the direction of the carriage and frowned and thought for a while, then looked back at the room outside.
There were all kinds of things, bottles and cans. She had only glanced inside when she woke up, so she thought it was a place where Taoist priests made alchemy. Only then did she see more things in the room. A few pictures in a slightly empty area.
The tables are arranged in a long row, with weird iron shelves, strange iron barrels, pipes, and instruments that are completely incomprehensible. A black board hangs on the wall at the end, with strange white symbols, and starlight shines through the window lattice.
On the book pages and open rice paper on the table, the brush clanked on the pen holder...
The night wind blew in from the opening of the wooden door at the back, blowing her messy hair and her slightly too big robe. Under the robe, the outline of her body wrapped only in bandages was faintly revealed. The woman closed the door with her backhand.
He walked all the way back to the inner room, hugged her sword and knees, curled up in the corner of the bed and fell asleep...
I shouldn’t suddenly leave tonight...
As the carriage drove towards the side door of Su's house, Ning Yi took a few deep breaths, thought like this, and then laughed.
Because she has no clothes to wear...
Of course, the most important thing is because of her injuries. If an official like Song Xian dies, it won't be long before officers and soldiers will set up checkpoints everywhere in Jiangning. With such a serious injury, she will not be able to get out for the time being.
Judging from the way this woman arranged the dispatch of Song Xian's personal guards, she was not a fool. She knew how to balance things so that she would not suddenly make a fool of herself.
It's a little hard to figure out the scale to directly say that you are interested in martial arts. The most important thing is that if you talk about it later, it will inevitably give people the impression that the whole plan is just for this matter. Although in these days, culture is emphasized over martial arts, but
In the society, there is still a tendency to cherish one's own skills, not to mention such magical skills. He is over his age, but he does not seek to be a first-class master, and he has not even considered running around in the world or going to the battlefield.
If you talk about this matter first, and then try to dilute it with other elements, it will appear to be honest. As long as this hurdle can be overcome, it will be all right if you mention it again in the future. If you put it up in the future and make the other party unhappy, they will really feel that they owe you a favor.
Maybe she will think that you are scheming against her and give you a perfunctory treatment.
I have to leave a good impression tomorrow and let her stay...
After coming to Wu Dynasty for so long, this was the first time that he took the initiative to think about planning things. It felt similar to the way he used to negotiate with people to get orders or sell ideas. First, he had to make people feel sincere, and then talk slowly.
Conditions, what do you need, what do I need. In fact, for him, from the beginning to the end, he still has the kind of money and goods, equal exchange, but before that, he will try his best to fight for a position where he can have equal dialogue.
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All the way home, I walked through the path from the side door and looked over from a distance. There were no lights in the small courtyard where I lived. It was probably that Tan'er's master and servant hadn't come back yet. Xiaochan didn't know if he had slept. When he walked to the door of the courtyard,
, and then saw the girl sitting in the central pavilion.
With neat bangs and a floral white skirt, the girl sat there without knowing what to think about. She put her hands into fists on her knees, giving people the feeling of clenching her teeth. The light of the stars fell from the sky, shining on the girl's focused eyes.
Ning Yi looked at the side of her face for two seconds. The girl's eyes moved, then she looked over and stood up.
The night wind blew the hem of her skirt, and the girl stood there and looked over blankly. She didn't look like the bouncing little Chan with her hair wrapped in a bun, but rather like a more mature one who was always hiding behind her back.
Xiaochan, this feeling lasted for two seconds.
"Aunt..."
The first syllable was spoken with some choking breath. Tears rolled down from the girl's eyes. She raised her hands to wipe them and suddenly started crying.
"Uncle..."
Amidst the crying, Xiaochan ran over from there, jumped directly into his arms and hugged him, almost pushing him back a step. Ning Yi hugged her back and murmured a sigh
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"came back……"
"Uncle...where have you been..."
Under the night, the crying girl seemed to be shorter, and then she turned back into the little Chan she was before...