"We have found a farmer's house on the mountainside. There is only an old woman in the house. It should be suitable for the prince to live." The man in black glanced at Yehua in Hua Xuanji's arms and said calmly without any hesitation.
He bent down again and said to Hua Xuanji:
"Give me the prince."
The face of the man in black looked fierce. Hua Xuanji glanced at Xiao Jiu hesitantly. Seeing that Xiao Jiu had no objection, knowing that the man would not hurt Ye Hua, she stepped back and looked at Ye Hua.
It was easily carried on the man's back.
The calm face of the man in black in front of him gradually turned into Yehua's perennial iceberg face.
Hua Xuanji suddenly wanted to laugh.
Sure enough, what kind of prince he is, he has what kind of followers.
Xiao Jiu just lowered his head and remained silent along the way, which was very inconsistent with his usual angry temper. Hua Xuanji was actually a little confused at that moment. She had been struggling with her tears just now and did not notice Xiao Jiu.
Nine unusual performances.
I found out later, but it was too late.
The farmer was on the mountainside just as the man in black said. Seeing the man in black lifting Yehua easily, a flash of doubt suddenly flashed through Hua Xuanji's mind.
Since the man in black acted so easily, why didn't he send them back to the palace instead of finding a random farmer in the deep mountains and wild forests?
The moon hidden in the layers of clouds finally showed its head. Under the moonlight, the small courtyard seemed more and more peaceful and peaceful.
The owner of the small courtyard is an old man who looks to be over fifty years old. His black hair has turned white, but his legs and feet are still tight and tight.
When Hua Xuanji and the others pushed the door in, she was using a small stick to drive the chickens into the cage, making cooing sounds from time to time. When she saw Hua Xuanji and the others arriving, she was just slightly startled. She was not in a hurry.
Close the cage door.
He rubbed his calloused hands on the washed apron that had turned white, and the smile lines at the corners of his eyes made ravines, "Here he comes."
These words sounded extremely familiar, as if he was familiar with the person next to him. The corner of his eyes glanced at Ye Hua slightly, and the deep smile lines were condensed there, turning into a look of worry.
"What's going on? It's really disturbing. Come on, come in." He said, pushing open a wooden door and ushering Hua Xuanji and the others in. Xiaojiu didn't say anything along the way, nor did he follow.
They just piled up at the door, looking at the moon in the sky, showing a somewhat sad expression.
The man in black who was carrying Yehua just put Yehua on the bed and went out. Seeing the stern look on his face, Hua Xuanji thought that this should be the secret guard in every novel.
While Hua Xuanji was staring at the back of the man in black, the old man brought in a basin of water, handed over a clean towel, and pointed at his face.
"Girl, wash up."
Hua Xuanji rolled up her sleeves while thanking her. However, when she saw her little face reflected in the water, she was startled and quickly covered her little mouth so as not to scream out and scare the old man.
Hua Xuanji hurriedly splashed some water on her face as if running away, washed her face carefully, and wiped the gaps on her face. Hua Xuanji saw that the old man who was over fifty years old had got a bunch of silver needles from somewhere.
Warner's injured calf was densely covered with scars, which looked a bit scary.
The blood that flowed out has turned black and red, and the pus that flowed out is tightly attached to the stockings. Every time a piece is torn off, a piece of bloody flesh will be removed.
However, Yehua on the bed always maintained his plain face, his narrow eyes were tightly closed, and his thick and long eyelashes cast a shell-like shadow on his face under the moonlight, and his face was stained like white paper.
The upper layer is reddish, the pale thin lips are tightly pursed, and the dark hair is scattered on the pillow like silk.
Really, I didn’t even frown.
Hua Xuanji is not the kind of person who is particularly afraid of blood, but when she gets close to her, her heart trembles slightly when she sees this emotion. A surge of sourness suddenly surges up in her chest, lingering in her throat, as if it is about to burst out.
generally.
Wiping the water drops on her hands, Hua Xuanji swallowed it as hard as she could, moved a small stool and sat next to the old man, and asked cautiously and worriedly:
"Is he okay?" As soon as he finished speaking, the acidic water that had just receded came back up again. Hua Xuanji couldn't hold it back and let out a vomiting sound.
The needle in the old man's hand froze slightly, he raised his head and said softly with his eyebrows bent:
"Young lady, you better go out. The bloody spirit is not good for the girl, but the prince is fine."
Prince? Hua Xuanji was shocked. It was already very strange for an old man to live in this deep mountain wilderness. Moreover, Hua Xuanji had already suspected that she and Yehua were acquainted. The worry flashed in her eyes.
, when it comes to the sentence about just entering the door, and adding this sentence, it becomes even more clear.
This old man must have known Yehua.
Hua Xuanji swallowed, looked at the wound on Yehua's leg, and felt that it was definitely inappropriate to ask about this matter at this time. Since she knew them, she would definitely not hurt them, and knowing this was enough.
There was another soreness and flatulence in her heart. Hua Xuanji originally wanted to stay, but she couldn't bear the waves of nausea. She nodded, moved the stool back, covered her mouth and walked out.
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However, as soon as he arrived at the door, he heard Ye Hua's low call.
"Xuanji, Xuanji, Hua Xuanji."
The sound was very soft, like talking in a dream, but it stopped Hua Xuanji's steps.
The old man pulled out the needle and pointed to the table behind him, "Since the prince has asked you, then come with me. It will be better if you drink some tea and press it down."
Hua Xuanji quickly thanked her, poured the tea and took a big sip. As the tea slowly went down her stomach, the soreness and bloating she felt just now suddenly subsided a bit.
Hua Xuanji sat on the small stool beside her, but she had no intention of watching the woman perform acupuncture and rubbed her slightly confused head.
What's wrong with me? It's not like I haven't seen scenes of flesh and blood like this before. I've watched horror zombie movies a lot. Why do I feel like this today?
Before she could think clearly, the little hand that was rubbing her head was wrapped in a gentle touch.
Hua Xuanji quickly raised her head and said in a somewhat depressed voice, "You're awake."
"Yes." Yehua just responded lightly and looked up at the peasant woman who was giving him the acupuncture. Her frowning eyebrows gradually softened, and even her voice lost the coldness it had before, with a tinge of emotion.
Sporadic gentleness, as if looking at one's own relatives again.
"Mommy, will there be any marks on the legs?"
Mammy! Hua Xuanji was startled. She suddenly raised her head and looked at the woman who was over fifty years old, and then at Yehua, who rarely expressed gentle eyebrows.
Sure enough, they knew each other. But, wasn't the nanny the emperor's woman? How could there be a nanny hidden in this barren mountain?