A female voice sounded, the old man scolded, and the figure jumping with the firelight disappeared instantly.
Huo Lian looked down at the girl on the bed.
She lay quietly, frowning slightly, as she seemed disgusted by the blood dripping from the back of her hand as she stood beside the bed.
"Again?" Huo Lian asked, "It seems that I really want to believe what you said. You have seen me and seen me cutting myself."
Qixing looked at his hand and said, "You have an old injury on your hand, of course it's another one."
Huo Lian smiled: "That's a good answer."
Qixing said nothing and looked at the blood still dripping.
Huo Lian put away the six-foot sword and dropped her hand by her side.
"Why are you hurt?" he asked.
That night Qixing rushed directly into the Metropolitan Procuratorate. When he saw him, he only said "Give me the sword" and passed out. The next step was to treat his injuries in a coma and sleep to recuperate. And he was out for a few days, so this was the day since that day.
After talking face to face for the first time.
Qixing seemed to have forgotten about the injury. She raised her hand subconsciously, and then paused. She heard the sound of chains. She lay down and looked at herself, looking at the layers of chains on her body. However, her expression was not frightened or upset, she remained calm.
"We were ambushed," she said.
Huo Lian said: "It's so pitiful."
His expression didn't look pitiful, but more like mocking.
Qixing said: "When people walk around in the world, you kill me and I kill you."
Huo Lian couldn't help laughing. For some reason, this sentence made him stop laughing.
In fact, this scene is quite scary. In a dark cell, with chains tied around the body, a man in black is holding a sword and laughing, with blood dripping from his hands.
Qixing, who was lying on the bed, still looked calm and said, "I want to drink water."
As she spoke, she looked at Huo Lian's hand, which was dripping with blood, and licked her lips inadvertently.
Huo Lian looked at her, smiled again, and turned to look around. Doctor Sui was indeed taking good care of her. There was a small stove, teapot, and cups in the room.
Huo Lian placed the six-foot sword on Qixing, took the teapot, poured water in it, and stretched out the tea cup.
Qixing looked at the chain in front of him and still didn't shout or question. He just looked at him to indicate that he couldn't drink.
I don't know whether to call her calm or meek.
Huo Lian wanted to laugh again. In fact, this kind of people are also common in prison cells. Some of them have just come into the prison, and they have high-ranking officials and noble families. They have torture instruments tied to their bodies and still look arrogant and indifferent.
It seemed ridiculous to him, but he was too lazy to laugh.
Qixing looks like this, it's ridiculous, but it's not ridiculous.
He still had the same feeling that this Qixing was very familiar to him, so familiar that he felt at ease in front of him.
interesting.
Huo Lian didn't speak anymore. She leaned over and held her neck with one hand, and put the tea cup to her mouth with the other hand. Qixing took a few sips.
"Do you want something to eat?" Huo Lian asked.
Qixing seems to be thinking
Huo Lian laughed again, let go of her hand and let Qixing fall back on the bed: "Think about it slowly."
After that, he walked out.
Seeing his back disappear, Qixing didn't think anything of it. She lay on the bed, yawned, and was woken up from a sound sleep.
There are some delicious ones that you can try.
It doesn't matter if you don't eat.
The jailer and Dr. Sui were both not far from the corridor. Dr. Sui kept looking this way and saying something to the jailer from time to time. When he saw Huo Lian, he hurriedly came over to greet her.
"Captain, is this young lady awake?"
"Captain, how is she feeling?"
"Captain——"
"Captain." The jailer stepped forward and pushed Dr. Sui away. He looked at Huo Lian's hand hanging by her side. He was extremely sensitive to blood and injuries, "Are you injured?"
injured?
Doctor Sui hurriedly took a look, and sure enough he saw Huo Lian's hanging hand, with blood stains spreading on the back of it.
Huo Lian raised her hand and said, "It doesn't matter, the wound is not deep."
The sword was very sharp when it first touched the back of his hand, cutting through the flesh in an instant. But later, perhaps because Qixing suddenly woke up and spoke, he regained his senses and lost his strength. The blade stopped and the wound did not get any deeper.
The jailer had already brought the medicine box, and Doctor Sui hurriedly wrapped the wound.
"Why are you hurt?" he asked. After asking, he looked at Huo Lian cautiously.
Huo Lian didn't answer.
Dr. Sui wisely kept silent and stopped asking, but all kinds of thoughts were running around in his mind.
Who can hurt Huo Lian? There were only Huo Lian and the girl in the cell.
Why was it hurt? Could it be that the governor intended to use force? The girl refused and pulled out the sword beside her.
Just now I did prick up my ears and hear faintly the laughter of Governor Huo inside.
He smiled so happily that he had never heard it in the past few years in Du Cha Si's cell.
Well, I heard that people with that kind of hobby are happier the more they see blood.
Dr. Sui's mind was full of random thoughts, and without any delay in his movements, the bandage was quickly finished, and Huo Lian left without stopping.
"I'm going to see that girl." Doctor Sui said, carrying the medicine box and rushing towards the cell.
Huo Lian was injured, but the girl didn't know what to do.
It's not that he pities this girl, he feels sorry for the injury he healed. He has been in Duchasi's cell for so many years. His duty is not to save people, but to preserve life. No matter how severe the injury or the punishment, Duchasi
Si is not allowed to die before he speaks. He is fighting for his life with the Lord of Hell.
This girl's life was easier for him to save than ever before. It can be seen that his sincerity has greatly improved his skills!
He wanted to verify it for a while longer, but he didn't want to be tormented to death so easily.
Doctor Sui rushed into the cell and saw no unsightly scene. The girl on the bed was fully clothed and sleeping peacefully with a six-foot sword in her arms.
It's a peaceful sleep, not a coma.
Her breathing was steady and her face looked normal. Dr. Sui walked around gently and found no trace of any distress.
It seems that the governor also cherishes this girl very much.
Huo Lian felt that he had indeed had a problem recently, and he actually had another dream.
Could it be because of that sword again?
However, this time he did not dream of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. Instead, he was walking on a section of the city wall. Different from the city walls in the capital or prefecture, the walls here were so long and huge that they stretched as far as the eye could see.
He knows where this is.
This is the Great Wall on the Beihai border.
Huo Lian stood on the city wall and headed south. She saw running soldiers and horses, flying the flag of the Northern Navy, making roars. Looking north, dark clouds gathered at the end of the vast wilderness, and various strange screams came from the strong wind.
This side rushed over——
Huo Lian raised her hand, and she opened her eyes instantly.
The room was dim, and there was a figure moving beside the bed.
"What's wrong?" Liang Siwan asked, "Do you want some water?"
Huo Lian didn't say anything and sat up.
Liang Siwan was a little surprised. Huo Lian slept very well. Occasionally she would wake up in the middle of the night and turn over and continue sleeping. Why did she sit up?
She lit the lamp and asked, "Do you want to go out?"
Huo Lian shook her head, looked at Liang Siwan, hesitated and said, "I dreamed about the Great Wall."
Liang Siwan paused while holding the tea cup and exclaimed: "It's really rare."
There was undisguised sarcasm in his voice.
Huo Lian ignored it and said nothing.
Liang Siwan held the tea cup but did not hand it to Huo Lian, nor did she say any more.
The interior of the night was stagnant.
"No." Liang Siwan said suddenly, "Why did you dream about the North? Is there something going on there?"
Huo Lian yelled, and he remembered that something happened before. He heard it in the imperial study room, and it turned out that he still remembered it in his heart.
"It's okay." He said, took the teacup from Liang Siwan's hand, raised his head to drink, then gave it to her, turned around and lay back on the bed, "Turn out the lights."
Liang Siwan stood on the spot holding the empty teacup, her body trembling slightly, but she didn't say anything in the end, she aimed her breath at the candle and blew it out.
The candles went out and the room fell into darkness.
When the spring scenery is bright in the capital, the Northland is just covered with a layer of light green.
In the green wilderness, dew condensed on the young grass that had just emerged from the ground. The next moment, a foot wearing straw sandals stepped on it. The dew and the young grass fell back into the ground, but only briefly, and the straw sandals stepped over.
, Xiaocao stood up unsteadily.
This is a young man, in his early twenties, with delicate features and dark complexion. He is holding a pole with a rope in one hand and a piece of dry biscuit in the other hand, chewing it from time to time.
His steps were long and fast, as if he was going to catch up with the morning work.
There was the rapid sound of horse hooves behind him. The young man looked back and saw a group of soldiers and horses running towards the road, causing dust and smoke to billow from their steps.
He looked away and suddenly ran wildly in the wilderness.
But no matter how fast a man can run on two legs, he can't run as fast as a horse on four legs. Soon the group of soldiers and horses caught up with him and surrounded him.
"Chen Shi!" shouted the leading general, "Where are you going!"
As he spoke, the riding crop in his hand swung at the young man, hitting his hand holding the dry biscuit.
“I can still eat!”
The young man called Chen Shi was not frightened. He turned slightly to avoid the long whip.
"If you have something to say," he shouted, "don't waste the food."
