Rao is the sun is faint, and the cold wind is still cold.
Meng Qiqi was carrying Sheng Jiayan, and the rope twisted from the clothes rubbed her shoulders with great pain. In the end, he couldn't take it any longer. Seeing a cave not far away, Meng Qiqi quickly dragged Sheng Jiayan into it.
After she was seated, she took a few breaths. Before I could rest any longer, I ran outside the cave and gathered a little snow in my palm, melted it into water with warm hands, and dripped it on Sheng Jiayan's lips little by little.
She checked Sheng Jiayan's whole body, and quickly tied the bleeding place with a cloth to prevent the wound from worsening and bleeding.
After that, Meng Eqi was finally able to lean on the mountain wall and let out a long breath. She was cold all over, and there was burning pain in the broken shoulder. Meng Eqi forced herself to calm down, trying to figure out what to do next.
Sheng Jiayan is in a coma now, and she can't directly carry it back to Meng's house, because she doesn't know what other tricks the people behind the scenes have. The palace can't go to the palace, and the Meng mansion can't go back. Looking at Sheng Jiayan's appearance, maybe the people who brought them out from the Meng mansion don't know that something happened to them.
Who can she trust now? Yao Xin? Fang Yansui? no... can't...
A gust of cold wind came in, and Meng Eqi shivered coldly. But a shadow of a person appeared in her mind, and she frowned tightly.
Can you believe him
Meng Eqi looked out, and now the color was getting brighter, there should be many pedestrians and vendors in the city. If she wants to drag Sheng Jiayan to the General's Mansion, she will definitely be ostentatious, and she will definitely attract attention. What should she do if she invites danger again.
But if she is allowed to wait here with Sheng Jiayan for a day, whether she is cold or not is second, whether Sheng Jiayan can survive is a big question. She couldn't take such a risk.
Meng Eqi tugged at her hair angrily. She was in a dilemma now, and neither was a good choice. She looked at Sheng Jiayan, who was still frowning in a coma, and was very depressed. If she is lying here today, Sheng Jiayan must have a way to take her out.
No, you can't just sit still like this!
Meng Eqi stood up, moved Sheng Jiayan to a place where the shelter was not easy to find, and packed up his tattered clothes and walked out. She needs to find a helper, whether it is a farmer or a villager in the mountains, as long as there is a place that can temporarily accommodate them.
She was lucky, and not long after she left, she met a woodcutter. Meng Qiqi was overjoyed, beckoned and ran over: "Old gentleman! Old gentleman!"
The woodcutter was walking with firewood on his back and heard someone calling him from behind. He hesitated for a while, but did not look back. Because he was old, he thought he was behind his ears. He didn't turn his head until Meng Qiqi's hand was on his shoulder. How could he know that this sight almost scared him out of his mind.
The woodcutter ran away, running at a speed that really didn't match his age. Meng Eqi was in hot pursuit: "Master! Don't run away! I'm begging you for something!"
In fact, it's not that the woodcutter was afraid. Meng Eqi's nosebleed when he fell down is now all over his face. There was still a big bag on his forehead that he had knocked on at an unknown time, and the dresses on his body were one by one, his eyes were eager and eager.
Meng Eqi chased the woodcutter for two mountain paths before catching up with the old man. She grabbed the woodcutter's arm and said, "Master! I really have something to ask you!"
The woodcutter followed Meng Eqi to the entrance of the cave, and saw Sheng Jiayan covered in blood, his puzzled eyes swept back and forth on Meng Eqi and Sheng Jiayan. In the end, the woodcutter said: "But this young man seems to be seriously injured. If there is something wrong, how can I be a mountain old man. What's more, you guys are unknown..."
He shied away, but his eyes couldn't help glancing at the Pixiu jade pendant on Sheng Jiayan's waist.
Meng Eqi had no other choice. After thinking about it, she stepped forward and took off the piece of Pixiu and handed it to the woodcutter: "Sir, please, my brother needs immediate treatment."
"Okay." The woodcutter took the Pi Xiu and rubbed it in his arms twice, put it in the sunlight and looked at it a few times, and then put it away happily.
He and Meng Eqi worked together to push the plank, but the woodcutter turned out to be so old that he even slapped his foot when he pushed it. Now Meng Eqi's task of taking care of the wounded is aggravated. Not only did the woodcutter fail to help, but Meng Eqi also stopped from time to time to rest because of his sprained foot.
In this way, the two of them dawdled until the sun was shining, and then they vaguely saw a thatched hut with smoke from cooking.
The woodcutter also knew that he hadn't been of any help, so he was a little embarrassed: "Girl, it's not that I won't help you, it's because my foot is swollen and I can't help. I'm really sorry, but I'll let my mother-in-law serve it later. Here comes the bowl of soup, and I will not return this jade pendant."
Meng Qiqi held back her anger and tried her best to be kind: "You take it, please go to the nearest place to help me find a doctor or a husband."
"Hey, I'll go right now." The woodcutter happily took the jade pendant and left, and when he walked to the gate of the yard, he chatted with his wife. From time to time, the two of them cast scrutiny glances at Meng Eqi, but Meng Eqi just couldn't see.
She lifted Sheng Jiayan onto the kang made of mud, and the fire that burned with firewood in the house was pitiful. Meng Qiqi put the brazier around Sheng Jiayan, and she squatted aside to keep warm. Meng Qiqi was afraid that Sheng Jiayan would freeze to death, so she rubbed her hands together to cover Sheng Jiayan's cheeks.
After a short while, the woodcutter brought with him the Langzhong, whom he had found from nowhere. Nalangzhong's eyesight was even worse than that of the woodcutter's. His older eyes couldn't see clearly, and he was helped along the way. His eyes were often squinted, and Meng Eqi didn't know whether his eyes were open or closed.
Seeing that the old man has a good look, he gave Sheng Jiayan a pulse, and finally touched his beard: "Injury."
Meng Eqi's heart relaxed for a moment: "Is it enough to apply a few medicines?"
Lao Langzhong rummaged through his medicine box, and gave Meng Qiqi a sideways glance at his eyes: "He hurts the tendons of his right hand, and he has to live for a few years!"
Injured the tendon!
"Then you are still injured?!" How could Sheng Jiayan be injured so badly? Could it be that the people behind the scenes ordered that he could not be killed in time, and he would also be abolished? ! He injured his right hand, how will he hold the pen and swing the sword in the future!
"Of course it's an injury. He's not very old, so he's recovering very quickly. As a young man, he'll be fine in two or three years." The old man fumbled for a bottle of medicine powder from the medicine cabinet: "Apply it to all the wounds for him. , stop bleeding and remove blood stasis, don't move him for now."
He dropped the powder and was supported by the woodcutter and walked away tremblingly.
Meng Eqi turned to look at Sheng Jiayan's right hand. If it wasn't for Lang Zhong, she would not have seen anything wrong with Sheng Jiayan's right hand. Thinking of her bumping and bumping Sheng Jiayan down the mountain, I don't know if it aggravated his injury.
Meng Qiqi didn't even think that she would cry after falling so much just now that she got a nosebleed. At this moment, tears of despair were flowing, and she wiped away the tears on her face with her torn sleeves. Xinyi untied Sheng Jiayan's clothes and spread medicine powder on his wound. The most serious sword wound on Sheng Jiayan's body, in addition to the broken hand tendon, there is a trace from the collarbone down to the top of the left chest.
Meng Qiqi's movements were light and slow, and she could see all the big wounds on Sheng Jiayan's body clearly. For the first time in Meng Eqi's heart, the desire for revenge was born.
It just so happened that the woodcutter sent off Lang Zhong and pushed the door in. Meng Eqi looked back vigilantly. The woodcutter was startled by the terrifying hatred in her eyes, so he stood at the door and did not dare to go in.
Meng Eqi took a deep breath, turned and walked to the table to sit down: "Sir, you heard just now that my brother is seriously injured. He can't move without two or three, before I contact our family. , we are all staying here for three."
The woodcutter rubbed his hands: "There is no problem with staying temporarily, it's just the money..."
Meng Eqi swooped over and locked the woodcutter's throat, his eyes were as cruel as a wounded lone wolf: "Sir, the jade pendant I gave you is at least enough for a year's livelihood, don't be greedy and insufficient. Make me anxious, my brother and I are both people walking on the tip of the knife, I don't mind adding another soul like you to my hands!"
The woodcutter was frightened, and begged for mercy again and again: "The heroine spare your life! Don't live for two or three, even half a month!"
Seeing him like this, Meng Eqi released her hand and snorted coldly, and sat back next to Sheng Jiayan again.
The woodcutter turned around and went out, and Meng Eqi breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, she was a killer in her previous life, and she still remembers the basic chokehold technique. If she wasn't ruthless now and couldn't deter the money-loving woodcutter, she and Sheng Jiayan wouldn't be able to live in peace for two days.
Meng Eqi was extremely tired, she didn't dare to sleep, she just lay on Sheng Jiayan's pillow and stared at him.
When Sheng Jiayan frowned, his eyelashes cast a deep shadow on his skin.
Meng Eqi reached out to touch it, but retracted.
Seeing him so weak, Meng Eqi was filled with emotion. When Sheng Jiayan was the King of Hell, how could he ever be so embarrassed. He didn't drink Meng Po soup in his previous life. Although he was also intriguing in the palace, he was obviously much more sophisticated than this life. In this life, he drank Meng Po soup, and learned everything from scratch. This time, others took him as bait, and Sheng Jiayan took it seriously.
It would be nice if he hadn't reincarnated with him, if Sheng Jiayan didn't promise him to be punished with him in front of Emperor Zhenwu that day, if...
But why did His Majesty the King of Hell choose to be with her
Meng Qiqi was very confused about this, and after thinking about it, she fell asleep beside Sheng Jiayan's pillow.
The sun shines brightly outside the window, and the snow is white.
But in Meng Eqi's dream, there was a blaze of fire, and the mourning continued—
"Amen, run."
She and Sheng Jiayan were trapped in the same battlefield, surrounded by fighting gods and wild spirits. The three real fires of Taishang Laojun reduced the wildness by three or three nights.