Su Ranhua recognized the person at a glance. However, the person in front of him had lost all his youthful splendor, leaving traces of wind and rain. He had become much stronger and taller. The only thing that remained unchanged was that he had grown stronger and taller.
He only had that handsome appearance, but it was obviously stained with vicissitudes of life.
Is it him? Is it really him?
Su Ranhua remembered that Concubine Shu had discussed with Ximen Yi about sending Ximen Zhe to southern Xinjiang. However, less than a year later, the weak-looking young man that day had already undergone a deboning transformation.
"Dye painting?" Ximenzhe opened his eyes wide and looked at the woman in front of him. She was in ragged clothes and unkempt, but her appearance at that time was already deeply engraved in his memory. Even though her appearance was ever-changing, she could still recognize her at a glance, especially those pair of Ling Ling.
The flashing eyes were that of Su Ranhua who had become his imperial sister-in-law.
The name Ximenzhe blurted out gave Su Ranhua a positive answer. He glanced at the shopkeeper who had already passed away and said calmly, "King Xi, long time no see."
Ximenzhe quickly turned around, closed the door tightly, strode up to Su Ranhua, and looked at her in disbelief, "There are people searching for you everywhere, why are you living here?"
As he said that, Ximenzhe saw the blood stains on Su Ranhua's left arm and took her hand to check, "Are you injured? Is it serious?"
Seeing Ximenzhe's eager and nervous look, Su Ranhua sighed secretly in her heart. This King Xi still didn't change his attitude towards her.
"It's okay, I just scratched my skin." Su Ranhua gently withdrew his hand.
Afraid that Su Ranhua would be hurt, Ximenzhe did not dare to use force. Su Ranhua's hand broke away from him again, and the melancholy of the day's separation came to mind again.
Su Ranhua deliberately ignored Ximenzhe and glanced at the closed door. It was not dark yet. If the pharmacy was closed for a long time, people would be suspicious, so he had to get the medicine and leave as soon as possible.
So, Su Ranhua turned around and continued searching for trauma medicine.
"Are you looking for trauma medicine?" Ximenzhe asked, "the kind of indispensable medicine that the shopkeeper won't put on the medicine shelf, come with me!"
Ximenzhe said, pulling Su Ranhua into the back room of the pharmacy, opening a door, revealing a small warehouse.
Ximenzhe walked in, packed several medicines, and handed a medicine bottle to Su Ranhua, "This is the best here."
The two walked out of the inner room. Ximenzhe glanced at the shopkeeper who was lying on the counter and wanted to take a closer look. From the moment he entered the door, he saw that he was lying motionless and there was no blood, so he thought he had just fainted.
"Stop looking, he's dead." Su Ranhua pulled Ximenzhe.
"Dead?" Ximenzhe looked back at Su Ranhua. Except for the dirt that was deliberately smeared on her face, her face was calm, but the slight frown showed that her wound must be in pain.
Ximenzhe said no more, pulled Su Ranhua to open the door, walked out as if nothing happened, and closed the door again.
"Let's go on horseback." Su Ranhua said. This pharmacy will soon attract a large number of officers and soldiers, and they must leave as soon as possible.
When Ximenzhe saw the horse parked outside, he lifted Su Ranhua onto the horse without saying a word, turned over again, gave a long shout, and rode away.
Su Ranhua had long noticed that Ximenzhe was wearing the military uniform of the Yuehua Kingdom. No one stopped him along the way, and he soon reached the border between the Yuehua Kingdom and the Qingyuan Dynasty. In fact, this line was blurry.
Someone took a step against each other, causing a dispute. In order to compete for the territory, although the war here has not become uncontrollable, small wars have continued one after another.
"She is the spy we want to send over." Ximenzhe rode his horse and stopped in front of the checkpoint guarding the intersection. He showed a waist badge and pointed at Su Ranhua who looked like a beggar behind him.
Guan Guan took one look at the badge and let him go.
After galloping into the rolling mountains, Ximenzhe jumped off the horse with Su Ranhua and found a flat place to sit down.
Along the way, Su Ranhua sat behind Ximenzhe without saying a word. His calm and calm way to leave the drugstore, his skillful horsemanship, and his calmness when facing cross-examination all showed that this was no longer the inexperienced man.
Weak King Xi. Even if he wanted to sit behind him, it was intentional. If he sat in front, there would be a bit of ambiguity with his hands. Instead, he would leave her behind, which is more consistent with someone who wants to take orders.
The identity of the spy's lackey.
"I'll help you apply the medicine." Ximenzhe took the medicine bottle from Su Ranhua's hand and pulled out the stopper.
"I'll do it myself." Su Ranhua didn't move. She didn't want Ximenzhe to see her skinned flesh.
"You are a wounded person now!" Ximenzhe mistakenly thought that Su Ranhua was rejecting him, so he sounded more serious.
Su Ranhua wanted to refuse, but Ximenzhe grabbed her wrist, causing her to take a breath due to the pain involved.
"I'm sorry." Ximenzhe paused briefly and apologized, but without stopping, he pulled up Su Ranhua's sleeves.
The rag that was used to bandage the wound had long been soaked with blood and was stuck together. Ximenzhe wanted to try to untie it, but he could not untie it because of the tightness.
"Use this." Su Ranhua pulled out the dagger hidden in the back of his shoe and handed it to Ximenzhe.
Ximenzhe took the dagger and carefully opened the rag that was attached to the wound. Every time he picked it, his heart twitched. He knew that the wound Su Ran painted would not be light, and he eagerly wanted to give it to him.
She took the medicine, but was afraid of seeing the heart-wrenching scene.
"You went to the drugstore just to get medicine?" Su Ranhua used topics to divert the two of them, used conversation to relieve his own pain, and also diverted part of Ximenzhe's attention.
"We have a secret deal with that shopkeeper. I went to buy medicine from him. If the door is locked backwards, I will open it skillfully so that no one passing by can see that I forced my way in." Ximen Zhe said.
, "I didn't want you to do something inside, and you closed the door tightly on purpose."
As he said that, Ximenzhe glanced at Su Ranhua and continued to carefully pick out the rags, "You killed the little eunuch who met you and me on the road that day, just like the drugstore shopkeeper today."
Su Ranhua did not expect that after this period of training, Ximenzhe not only became tougher in appearance, but also became more thoughtful. The scene he saw in the drugstore was quickly linked to the mysterious death of Xiao Linzi that day. It seems that Ximenzhe is so tough.
The idea of going out to practice with Ximenzhe also has merit.
"Yes," Su Ranhua made no secret, "does it surprise you and make you a little disappointed?"
"If you want to marry him, some methods are right." Ximenzhe said calmly.
He was referring to Ximen Hao. Today, Ximen Zhe not only doesn't want to call the Second Emperor Brother, he doesn't even want to mention his name.
Su Ranhua's heart flashed. What happened at Wan'an Temple that day left a heavy shadow on Ximen Zhe.