The six riders fled away without any danger, and the onlookers who were retreating rushed forward to care about the child.
Probably the moment the horse's hoof fell, it was lifted open again. The young man fainted as he gasped for breath between life and death.
His head and face were bruised and bloody.
"The flesh injuries are more serious, but there is no need to worry about life." Fang Er said.
If you have seen enough casualties in war, you will know it at a glance.
Hearing his words, people around him remembered the previous announcement that they were the Li family of Jiangling Prefecture. The ancestral reputation was far away and could not be ignored. The prestige of this generation of Governor Li Fengan was great. Although he had passed away, the Li family was still the number one in Jiangling Prefecture.
Everyone.
Fang Er's clothes were not as gorgeous as those of the previous six, so he was clearly a servant. Everyone's eyes turned to the carriage not far away, where a similarly simple man stood quietly beside the carriage.
The man next to the car moved closer to the car door, as if the person in the car said something.
"Give him some medicine." Yuan Ji said to Fang Er after listening to Li Minglou's instructions.
As a soldier of Jiannan Road, he carried the best wound medicine with him. Fang Er took it out as he was told: "You guys send this back with him, it will only take a few days." He looked at the young man who was still unconscious.
, "Although his life is not serious, his muscles and bones are still a little bad. Please send him back as soon as possible."
The onlookers looked at each other, as if they didn't know who was going to take the medicine.
"Good man." The old man bowed deeply before, with a look of shame and pleading, "This kid is pitiful. There is only one crazy father in the family. I don't know if he is at home at this time. I don't know when he was found. I don't know if he can."
Please ask a good person to send him back."
This is because they have a car. Fang Erdaosheng can't do it. This car is not for others to use casually.
It was already a great act of kindness to save people and give them medicine, but to force it any further was to go too far. The old man knew this in his heart, and his face became even more ashamed, and he apologized repeatedly.
Yuanji raised his voice: "Bring this person over here."
This was certainly not Yuan Ji's wish, so Fang Er answered yes without any doubt, bent down and picked up the young man and walked towards the carriage.
Only then did the onlookers react and sincerely thanked him. Regardless of whether they knew the injured boy or not, it was everyone's expectation to have someone to help him in times of crisis. Who as lowly as them could guarantee that they would not be in danger.
"Good man, let me lead the way for you." The old man said excitedly. Seeing the man standing by the car nodding to him, he hurriedly quickened his pace to keep up. After thinking about it, he picked up the three pheasants that had fallen to the ground.
.
This is the main culprit for causing disaster to the young man, and it can also help him recover from his injuries.
Fang Er held the boy and stood beside the car, apparently planning to walk all the way there.
"Put it in the car." Li Minglou said.
This is not only to protect the young man, but also to make Fang Er feel more relaxed. Why bother when he has a relaxed condition? Li Minglou doesn't mind the identity and messiness of the people in the car with her, although no outsider has ever sat in her car.
In those ten years, the carriage of Miss Li who lived in the Xiang family in Taiyuan Prefecture occasionally passed through the streets. The carriage decorated with gems and the horse wearing vanilla made countless people envious. No one had ever ridden in her carriage, including the female relatives of the Xiang family, but
It's not that Li Minglou doesn't allow it, it's that they don't want to and don't dare. No one has ever had this idea, and Li Minglou doesn't make ideas for others.
Li Minglou opened the car curtain and ducked deeper, and the crouched young man was put in steadily by Fang Er.
This time the old man made a request, which was as easy for Li Minglou as asking Fang Er to stop the six people from continuing to commit crimes.
The carriage drove forward smoothly. Li Minglou looked down at the young man lying next to him. He was still a child. He might as well be alive as long as he could.
I don’t know what will happen to the corpses of Li Mingyu and others piled up in the courtyard, but some people cover their eyes with a layer of white cloth, and some people light incense candles to pay homage.
"The Li family in Jiangling Prefecture have been good people for generations." The old man sat next to Fang Er and expressed his gratitude enthusiastically, "Xiao Wan really saved his life when he met you."
The ancestors of the Li family were famous for their military exploits and killed countless people. Yuan Ji responded with a smile and said nothing.
The old man didn't mind the cold attitude of the other party. At his age, he no longer used words to distinguish between good and bad.
"Xiaowan's family lives farther away, at the foot of the mountain." He introduced proactively, pointing to the village in front of him, and then pointed further away, "The neighbors are far away. Find his father and then go to the villagers. I don't know what happened.
It's time."
This village is familiar to Yuanji. They have been here before. The small population in the village makes a living by hunting.
"This child is pitiful. His mother died young and his father is half crazy. He had to hunt to support the family at a young age." The old man could always find a topic and looked back at the car while saying this.
The carriage had been silent and there was no sign of any traffic. He even suspected that the female voice he heard earlier was an illusion.
"He can't catch any good prey at such a young age, so he's taking a desperate risk by passing it off as a good one." The old man shook his head and sighed, "Oh, I won't enter the village from here."
The carriage bumped along the rugged path. The roads here were entirely walked by people. Just when Yuanji was about to stop the carriage and let Fang Er carry the young man away, the old man exhaled: "We're here."
A small house appeared at the end of the road, and Yuan Ji was a little surprised. This was a real house, not the simple thatched cottage with wooden fence that the villagers had before.
Although the gray walls are cracked, the door has holes, and the roof inside is covered with grass, the original elegance still remains.
"The Xiaowan family used to be wealthy, but it fell into disrepair three generations ago. It is said that it was originally a summer residence. It was not sold because it was remote, so it still gave them a place to stay." The old man explained everything.
This kind of thing is common. The Li family's ancestral property was once dilapidated and sold, and only a tiled house was left to shelter them. Yuan Ji rushed the horse over first, and Fang Er drove the carriage over steadily.
The old man jumped out of the car: "Ji Liang, Ji Liang."
"You are calling so urgently." A voice came from the broken door immediately, and the patter of footsteps echoed with the knock on the door, "But is there anyone seeking medical help?"
Seek medical attention? Doctor?
Yuan Ji lifted the car curtain, and Fang Er took the young man out. He was startled when he heard these words, and paused to look over.
The broken door was not opened, and a face poked out of the door. It was a man in his thirties, with messy buns and unshaven beard. His face was full of color, and his small black bean eyes were shining.
"Ah, there are people, and there are cars." He raised his voice, and the next moment his face disappeared from the doorway. The door opened with a bang, and the man stood at the door, stroking his hair with one hand and stroking his clothes with the other, and said in a low voice:
"I wonder what the disease is?"
Is he really a doctor? But why did he say there is no doctor here when he asked?
Yuan Ji said: "Excuse me, your Excellency, are you..."
The old man standing by the door grabbed the man and apologized to Yuanji: "He is a semi-madman, don't pay attention to what he said." He shook the man's arm hard again, "Ji Liang, Xiaowan was injured.
"
Crazy? Yuanji stopped the rest of his words.
"They are not treating patients, they are kind-hearted people who sent the small bowl back." The old man complained, "You go and thank them."
When he heard the words "It's not about seeing a doctor," the man's expression suddenly became unhappy. He simply scratched his hair twice, making his bun even more messy: "It's not about seeing a doctor."
Yuan Ji lowered the car curtain without looking at the man again, and Fang Er walked over with the boy in his arms.
"They saved Xiaowan, but if it weren't for them, Xiaowan would have died." The old man said angrily. Although no one cared about the madman, he felt very ashamed to ask for help.
The name Xiaowan twice made the man sober up a bit, as if he had just recognized his son, and he made a sound as he stepped forward and reached out to take the boy.
"What's wrong with you, Xiaowan?" he yelled.
The old man explained to him nonchalantly.
"Little bowl, little bowl." The man whimpered, but the next moment he stopped sobbing and his voice became high-pitched and excited, "Don't be afraid, little bowl, daddy will treat your injury."
At this time, Fang Er had already turned around and walked back to the car to sit on it. Yuan Ji got on his horse and waited for the whip to urge the horse to turn around.
Li Minglou reached out and lifted the car curtain: "Wait a minute."