Yan San's trauma this time was not as severe as last time, but he was poisoned by countless messy poisons. Although Ling Qingyu's blood protected his heart, it was not easy to pull out all the poisons. thing.
Shi Fang gently put down his hand, and said: "I'm not good at poison, so I can only suppress it like this first." Exiting the cabin, Shi Fang looked at the sky and sighed secretly. A person like San, that person should be able to make a move.
"Yan San, wake up quickly." Reaching out to fiddle with his hair, Ling Qingyu crawled on the head of the bed and said in a low voice: "I regret it, I shouldn't have promised you that I wouldn't die before you, Yan San, I don't want to die." You died before me, you are so strong, you must be able to bear it better than me." It was too painful, watching his breath weaken, thinking that those eyes might never open again, just thinking about it made her heart ache .
"Shou...don't...stop..." A low whisper escaped from the corner of Yan San's mouth, Ling Qingyu hurriedly moved closer, and said, "Yan San, are you awake?"
Yan San's eyes slowly opened, and he hooked his fingers. Ling Qingyu quickly held his hand, and tears fell down involuntarily.
"You are... I... only... strong..." Yan San said in a weak voice, word by word.
"Me too." Ling Qingyu cried and laughed, then kissed his chapped lips lightly, and said, "Yan San, don't scare me again."
After Yan San woke up, Shi Fang announced that his life was brought back from the gate of hell, but this time it might not be so fast this time. Ling Qingyu couldn't help but smile from ear to ear when he was ordered to come back, and only then was he in the mood to see the other two lifesavers.
Cheng Jia's waist was bulging with bandages, and the thighs of Wang Xuanzhi, who came to Cheng Jia's door, were also thickened a lot. Ling Qingyu couldn't help asking: "Who bandaged you? Isn't it unprofessional?"
Both Cheng Jia and Wang Xuanzhi looked at the book case.
"Isn't there a medical boy? Why don't you let them see it?" Ling Qingyu asked again.
The two looked at the desk again.
"Haven't they been here? Where's Shi Fang? Not here? I'm going to scold them!" Ling Qingyu got up angrily.
"No, no, the head of the family has been here, has been here." Shuan hurriedly said.
"Then why are you bandaging?" Ling Qingyu asked puzzled, your level is too stinky!
"That's not it, there are too many wounded on board, I'm afraid they won't be able to handle it?" Shuan said awkwardly. In fact, he felt the faint hostility of the people on board, which was different from Commander Zhang and the others fighting to the death. Although they also helped, it was indeed like fishing in troubled waters, not to mention the betrayal of the Wang family. It's better now, Yan San When he was seriously injured and still awake, he could feel the piercing gaze behind him, but he couldn't tell his masters this.
"Sum, go to Shi Fang to get medicine and bandages." Ling Qingyu called, and Sum responded, and ran down quickly.
"What are you doing?" Wang Xuanzhi looked at her suspiciously.
"My bandaging technique is the best. Of course, you can also choose to continue to use this wooden head to continue wrapping yourself into rice dumplings." Ling Qingyu raised his chin at Wang Xuanzhi and said.
Undoing the messy bandage on the desk, seeing a hole in Cheng Jia's fair and delicate waist, Ling Qingyu paused slightly, then applied the medicine and bandaged it calmly, and said at the same time: "I have something to tell you. .”
Cheng Jia looked at her and said with a smile, "What's the matter?"
"We are not going to Mayi or Jiaozhi now." Looking up and seeing Cheng Jia's expression remained the same, Ling Qingyu lowered his head and continued to bandage, "Let's go to my site in Fanwai."
Cheng Jia smiled knowingly, glanced at Wang Xuan, and said, "We will definitely keep it secret."
"Your injuries don't heal all at once. Your Majesty, do you just need to bring the spices back, or do you want to bring the credentials back?" Ling Qingyu asked.
"The emperor only wants spices." After a pause, Cheng Jia said with a faint smile: "The Zhengshitang wants credentials. But this time our mission was attacked by a sea boat from the Xie family, and all the members of the mission were lost. Whether we can go to those foreign countries is also uncertain." Unknowable."
"Okay." Wrapping the bandage around Cheng Jia's back and tying it into a knot, Ling Qingyu patted his lower back, then turned around and began to untie the bandage for Wang Xuanzhi.
Wang Xuanzhi's injury was on his thigh, and Ling Qingyu's fingers stroked the inner thigh, making Wang Xuanzhi's ears turn red, and said: "We will definitely write to the court when we go back."
"Spices are easy to handle," Ling Qingyu said as he sprinkled the powder on the wound, "Actually, the national documents are also easy to handle. The question is, how do you handle this matter."
"Is it easy to handle the letter of credence?" Cheng Jia raised his eyebrows and said.
"I have some friendship with them, as long as you send the things on the ship, let alone the credentials, his wife can give it to you." Ling Qingyu smiled. It's just that I originally arranged for you to travel inland, but now I can't help it.
"They listen to you?" Wang Xuanzhi asked, lowering his eyes.
"I don't have that great ability, it's nothing more than profit-driven, everyone gets what they need." Ling Qingyu re-bandaged him and smiled.
After both of them were bandaged up, Ling Qingyu smiled and said: "Yan San is already awake, why don't you move down below." After all, both of them were trying to save her, she was still very grateful, and added a bed in the captain's room below. That is, Shifang is also easy to treat.
"Okay, we'll go down by ourselves later." Cheng Jia said with a smile.
"Then I want them to clean up the downstairs." Ling Qingyu stood up with a smile and said, then opened the door and went out.
"Book case, tell everyone that if word of what you see in the future gets out, I, Cheng Jia, will take his life." Cheng Jia said in a low voice.
Shu An's heart trembled, he knelt down to answer, and then stepped out of the door.
"Why?" Wang Xuanzhi was a little puzzled and asked.
"Xuanzhi, if my guess is correct, most of the sailors on this ship are soldiers, moreover, they are soldiers who retreated from Heishui Pass." Cheng Jia lowered his eyes and said, "Her stronghold in Fanwai is definitely not simple. , even, the Ling family can control the source of spices throughout Nanyang."
Wang Xuanzhi's eyes widened and his voice became hoarse.
"If any of these things are reported to Da Zhou, Xuanzhi, it will be her death." Cheng Jia's voice was tinged with bitterness.
"Really? But even so, she didn't..." Wang Xuanzhi stopped talking, and she didn't kill them all, and she didn't do anything when her servants didn't do it.
"I'm afraid there are not a few people on this boat who want to pull out the root of our troubles, but no one is willing to go against her wishes." Cheng Jia said with a wry smile.
"If she wants to take my life, I will give it to her." Wang Xuanzhi said indifferently.
"Xuanzhi, think about it carefully, what will you do when you go back?" Cheng Jia looked out the window and said in a low voice. If the Ling family was so powerful and had a good relationship with Yang Zhao, he didn't know what he would do.
Cheng Jia had sketched the village Ling Qingyu mentioned many times on the boat, including the island version, port version, and mountain villa version, but even if he let go of his imagination, he never thought it would be like this.
It is golden yellow everywhere, with continuous ups and downs, and various plants are planted on the ridges of the fields, including pepper, pepper, tomato, etc. All the people working in the fields, whether they are locals or Dazhou people, look happy and excited.
A group of children came running in the distance, shouting: "The head of the house, the head of the house is back!"
"Be careful." Ling Qingyu supported Yan San and shouted to the children: "Don't fall!"
The people here were still blocked on the pier and did not leave, and the sound of horns came from the sea.
"It's the Shura and the Rakshasa who have returned." A farmer nearby shouted.
Ling Qingyu supported Yan San and stood aside, seeing that the boat hadn't stopped, he jumped off the boat and swam directly over.
"The weather isn't hot enough for you to go swimming, right?" Ling Qingyu smiled as she looked at the people running over.
"Are you okay?" Yan Qi resisted the thought of touching her cheek, turned her head and saw Yan San who was half leaning on Ling Qingyu's body, her expression froze, and she said, "Are you attacked again?"
"It's the Xie family again? Still not giving up?" Fang Nianyuan, who caught up with him, said angrily.
"Brothers, go back to the boat!" said Yan Hong, another thousand-man under Fang Nianyuan. A group of people behind shouted and prepared to turn around.
"Slow down, slow down! Don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive! It's all gone!" Ling Qingyu shouted quickly.
"How did he do this?" Yan Qi quietly asked Ying Shisan.
"The Eighteen Ghosts of Southern Border." Ying Thirteen said flatly.
Yan Qi fell silent.
"I said, there are so many wounded here, why don't you go get some sedan chairs and rattan chairs?" Ling Qingyu said while holding Yan Qi.
"Here we come!" A few soft sedan chairs carried by two people ran over from the ridge of the field.
Sitting on the soft sedan chair, the field of vision is wider, looking at the endless fields, farmers on both sides who greet Ling Qingyu from time to time, children running up and down the field ridges, and curling green smoke floating in the faint villages in the distance , and the mighty group of soldiers following behind and the boxes they were carrying.
Cheng Jia didn't know what it was like.
When they arrived at the village, Ling Qingyu ordered the two of them and their entourage to be taken to the courtyard inside, and then Yan Qi and Fang Nianyuan dragged them away.
Cheng Jia and Wang Xuanzhi sat in the soft sedan chair, watching the attendants and the peasants here busy cleaning the room, they looked at each other, and they both saw a trace of uneasiness in each other's eyes.
"Here, for you." A little girl was pushed by her companions into the yard, and handed a large bouquet of flowers to the two of them.
Cheng Jia took the flowers and smiled at the girl, "Thank you."
"Thank you for saving the master!" The children outside all ran in, lined up in two rows and bowed respectfully, said. Then he ran away laughing.
"These wild children!" The cleaning woman laughed and said, "You two young masters, don't argue with them. You two saved the head of the family, and that is our savior."
"Then, the one in charge is your... king?" Cheng Jia asked with some difficulty.
"Hehe, we don't have that here. We want the head of the family to be our king, but the head of the family said that all people here are equal. As long as everyone works hard, they will have their own gains. The people here are all With no way out, they were rescued by the head of the family, who gave us fields and taught us to plant, and everyone is free.” The woman smiled, then pointed to two dark-skinned locals and said: “They are the same, although they are locals. People, it is also because of the head of the family that they have this way of life."
"Are you from Great Zhou?" Wang Xuanzhi asked.
"It used to be, but now, we are just from Lingjia Village." The woman carried the dried quilt into the bedroom.
Cheng Jia leaned back on the back of the chair, bringing some scorching sun to shine on her body, Cheng Jia closed her eyes, but she didn't realize that she was looking across the way, everyone looked satisfied and happy, like this The scene of this scene, in the regions he traveled so many weeks, he has never seen it, never seen it...