Gao Xiaoliu no longer has to lie down at the window, he can stand at the window and look out.
He held a flower in his hand and leaned against the window to pull it off piece by piece.
"One day, two days, three days."
As he counted in his mouth, petals fell one by one.
Two idlers in the shop opposite saw it and shouted, "Master Liu, why are there only these few petals now?" "It's too few, it's not as good as before."
Gao Xiaoliu threw the flower branches at them.
"Don't worry," he shouted, "Sixth Master will go down and give you a few punches, so that you can see the sky full of petals."
The idle people downstairs were not angry either, laughing and joking.
“Sir—” the shop assistant poked his head from outside, “the carriage is ready.”
Gao Xiaoliu turned around and glared: "My leg injury hasn't healed yet."
As he spoke, he leaned against the window and sat down on the ground, pressing his legs and making a hissing sound.
"You have never broken your leg, do you know how painful it is?"
The shop clerk was not surprised: "Sir, I know you are waiting for someone and are reluctant to leave. We went to Miss Qixing's house and asked about it. Her family said that she went out to do business and was not in the capital."
Although Qixing didn't say it personally, Gao Xiaoliu had already guessed that it was useful for her to borrow the blacksmith shop, and she would definitely go to do some work when the blacksmith shop was used up.
but.
I've been out for several days.
Gao Xiaoliu stretched out his palm to look at it. He had a bad feeling in his heart. He always felt that something had happened.
"I heard earlier that the Mo disciples outside were inquiring about something? Is there anything strange near the capital?" he asked.
The store clerk nodded: "Yes, but it's not surprising. After all, there has been a lot of commotion in the imperial court recently, and the location of our Momen Heroes Association has also been selected. Everyone is more cautious."
Gao Xiaoliu said oh.
"Sir, Miss Qixing will definitely participate in the Heroes Association," the store clerk added.
"That's natural." Gao Xiaoliu said, with a proud look on his face, "She is a true hero."
The shop clerk hurriedly said: "Isn't that great? The young master will go to the Heroes Meeting to wait for her. Even if he goes out to do errands, she will definitely come on time."
Upon hearing this, Gao Xiaoliu immediately stood up.
Moreover, even if she doesn't come, she can get more news from all directions outside.
Although he is sitting in the capital, he has people and money, but this place can block the wind and rain, and it also limits his hearing and vision.
Since the incident in Momen, his father survived the disaster, and with Liu Yan's watchful eye, the capital has become more and more difficult. He can understand his father's caution, but...
He should look outside more.
Otherwise, I wouldn’t know someone like Qixing.
Gao Xiaoliu stood up on one foot and jumped to walk out.
"Sir, slow down," the store clerk said hurriedly, and then shouted to the outside, "Someone come quickly and carry the master."
More shop assistants rushed over and lifted Gao Xiaoliu up with all their hands and feet.
Gao Xiaoliu also yelled.
"Slower."
"It pulled off my toe—"
"It hurts..."
"You have never broken your leg, so you have no idea how painful it is-"
People are coming and going on the road. Although it is not too cold or hot now, the journey is always hard and I cannot help but take more rest. Therefore, there is always no shortage of business in the tea sheds on the roadside.
"Look - make more money -" several people pointed to a newly erected tea shed on the roadside, "This tea shed, which has been open for more than ten years, can be renovated and rebuilt -"
As he spoke, he looked at the tea shed that was being built in front of him. It was much larger than before, and the entire land had been plowed.
"Hey, with this grandeur, I think I'm going to build a teahouse."
Some people pointed and looked curiously, some people passed by in a hurry, and some people put down the baskets and frowned at the opened tea shed.
"Where are we going to have some tea?" he muttered.
The workers who were building the teahouse heard this and pointed out with a smile, "Just three miles further, there are also cheap teahouses."
The man was dressed simply, probably because it was too hot while traveling, and his robe was half loosened and askew, with one arm exposed and the other hanging down to cover his fluttering hands.
"We still have to go so far." He shook his head and simply sat on the ground aside, "Forget it."
He raised his head, poured the skin bag into his mouth, and quenched his thirst with the few remaining drops of water.
The workers no longer paid any attention to it. They all worked hard and worked quickly to get their wages.
Meng Xichang held the leather bag with his left hand, and seemed to be using his right hand to support his body. His arm suddenly moved, and his right hand covered by his sleeve turned into a long sword, which was thrust into the ground. He took it back in an instant, and lifted it up by wiping his sweat.
Sniffed in the mouth and nose.
Even though so many days have passed and deep soil has been turned, the smell of blood is still there.
He looked at the iron hand in his sleeve, and saw the mud brought out from the depths, mixed with a touch of blood.
He couldn't help but close his eyes.
"That kid, don't sleep here." A supervisor shouted nearby.
Meng Xichang opened his eyes: "I haven't slept, I haven't slept." He shook his sleeves, and a bug he had hidden in advance came out, "Why are there bugs?"
After saying this, he sighed again and looked at the insects on the ground with their legs in the air.
"It's such a small one, it hurts so much when I press it down."
The blood penetrated so deep, what a tragic scene it must have been.
The doors and windows were open, the room was bright, the embroidery needle was shining, and the next moment it poked the tender skin, a drop of blood seeped out instantly.
Qing Pheasant hissed and quickly put his fingers in his mouth to prevent the blood from dripping and staining the brocade red.
In that case, the embroidery made by the lady will be ruined.
"Miss Xiaoqing." Aunt Guo walked in, saw her appearance, and called softly, "Are you okay?"
Qingzhi raised his head: "It's okay, I pricked my hand."
Aunt Guo looked at the tears rolling in her eyes.
"Earlier, Mr. Gao's man from the capital hall came to ask about the young lady. You also said that the young lady and him are acquainted." She said softly, "Why don't you tell him about the young lady? After all, he is the palace hall in the capital.
, the more people you have, the more eyes you have.”
Qing Zhi shook his head: "Although Miss knows him, she didn't tell him what to do, so I can't make my own decisions for Miss."
Aunt Guo said hello and added, "I've already sent someone to send a message to Mr. Wei's family."
Qing Zhi nodded and gave her a smile.
"I'll cook you a bowl of noodles." Aunt Guo said and went out.
Qing Zhi looked at his fingers. The blood spots from the needle pricks were no longer visible. The tears that had been rolling in his eyes finally rolled down.
"It hurts even if a needle pricks me." She murmured.
My body was injured and it really hurt.
You can feel it even when you know you are in a coma.
Her consciousness couldn't help but curl up.
It's been a long, long time since I've felt pain.
When was the last time?
When you were four or five years old?
Or when I was younger, I might have bumped into something.
I'm too young to remember.
Since the last pain, she has had no more pain.
At this moment, every piece of flesh is being torn apart, endlessly, and the pain is really uncomfortable.
A hand fell on her body. It was cold, and the place where it touched seemed to freeze the skin. She couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, and her chaotic consciousness gradually condensed. She opened her eyes slightly, and saw the dimness.
There was a vague figure standing in front of him.
Noticing her movement, the man raised his head. The dark night receded, and the green light was bright.
"Liang Bazi." She saw it clearly and asked, "Where is my sword?"
Huo Lian raised her chin: "You can take it yourself."
Qixing groaned, touched the sword in his arm, and closed his eyes again.
It was actually early morning, but the cell was not exposed to the sun, and the light came from the surrounding lamps.
Watching the girl on the bed close her eyes and fall into sleep, the old man who stepped away because Huo Lian spoke just now stepped forward again.
"Captain, could you please hold her down a little longer to stop her from moving," he said, "I'll finish applying the medicine here."
The girl lying down had only a simple covering at this time, because she was covered with bruises, so this was the most convenient way to make it easier to apply medicine.
It was fine a few days ago. The girl was unconscious in a coma. However, she has obviously recovered in the past two days. She is aware of the pain. When taking medicine, she always moves around to resist.
If it's someone else, the doctor doesn't have to worry about it, just find two jailers to apply the medicine.
But this girl was carried into the cell by the governor himself.
And Zhu Chuan, who was next to the governor, would come and circle around the unconscious girl from time to time, clicking his tongue while turning, which was weird.
So when the medicine couldn't be used, he immediately sent someone to inform the governor, who also came over immediately, still wearing official robes. Zhu Chuan was still looking outside the door just now.
"Captain, go and tell the palace that you'll be there later?" he asked.
Huo Lian hummed.
The doctor was shocked. He was actually going to see His Majesty. He heard that he came here if he needed anything. The treatment of this girl was the same as that of Miss Wanwan in the backyard!
Following his words, Huo Lian reached out and gently touched the girl's body again. The doctor steadily sprinkled the pungent-smelling powder on the wounds.
As the medicinal powder was sprinkled, the girl's skin trembled slightly, but with these hands gently pressing it, the trembling was very small.
"This medicine is a little stronger," the doctor explained, "but it is very effective. Don't worry, my old Sui Medical Superintendent. In the prison of Du Cha Si, no one will die if I don't let him. Even if the Lord of Hell comes,
Have to wait."
Speaking of which, I got busy again.
It is not appropriate to brag at this time. If you want to make the governor happy, in addition to reassuring him, you must also praise the people who can make him happy.
"Of course, this young lady's body and will are very strong. The injury was really serious. Logically speaking, she wouldn't survive."
"No matter how high the fever is these days, people are not confused. As long as they wake up, their eyes will be clear."
"I estimate that in ten days and a half at most, she will be able to get out of bed and walk."
When he was talking about other things before, Huo Lian didn't say a word. She just followed his movements of applying medicine and gently stroked Qixing's body. When she heard this, she raised her head.
"Really?" he asked.
As expected, he was really concerned. Dr. Sui nodded hurriedly: "Yes, we can definitely do it."
He, Lao Sui, tried his best to make the girl get out of bed and walk in ten days and a half to make the governor happy!
Huo Lian turned around and called to the jailer outside: "Add chains here in ten days."
The jailer outside answered yes.
Doctor Sui's smile froze on his face.
The governor's happiness seemed different from what he imagined.