The fleeing team set out on the road overnight, lighting torches sparsely and moving very slowly.
Fortunately it didn't take long for the sun to break out.
Seeing that they were already far away from the dilapidated mountain village, even the bandits could not catch up.
Zhan Qingyue then asked everyone to hide in the woods beside the official road and begin to take a short rest.
During the short rest, Zhan Qingyue kept giving the wounded medicine with her hands and feet.
On the first night after suffering a trauma, beware of fever. Some people cannot survive the fever and die.
"Sister Yueyue, let me help you."
Han Yiyun volunteered and took the small Bupleurum from Zhan Qingyue's hand.
"You led everyone into charge last night, and you didn't get a good sleep all night. Now you can finally rest for a while, so take a rest."
Han Yiyun looked at the green and black eyes under her eyes, and her face was much more haggard than before. He frowned in distress and couldn't bear to have her work so hard.
"Hey, our Mr. Tongsheng can be so gentle and considerate sometimes. Miss Yue, when are you going to drink your wedding wine?"
Zhan Qingyue's face turned red and she murmured in a low voice: "I'm still on the run, why are I talking nonsense! Besides, I'm not planning to get married so early!"
Her voice became quieter and quieter, until later it sounded like a mosquito, making it difficult to hear.
Han Yiyun's fair face was slightly red, and he quickly turned away and coughed for a while to hide his embarrassment.
"Brother Dayong, you haven't slept all night, how can you still have such good energy? Do you want more firewood?"
Hu Dayong is a man who often goes hunting in the mountains with Zhan Qingyue. He usually looks honest and dull, but he didn't expect to speak nonsense so neatly.
Now that Han Yiyun was teasing him, he was not annoyed and still had a smile on his face.
I saw him putting the firewood in his arms in front of Han Yiyun.
"Well, this firewood was originally sent to you. Aren't you going to make medicine for Miss Yue? How can you do it without firewood?"
After delivering the firewood, Hu Dayong ran away with a smile.
Han Yiyun glanced at the fire pit and saw that the hay he had just stuffed in had burned out.
"Oh, Brother Dayong delivered the firewood in a timely manner."
He stuffed firewood into the fire pit, and for a moment he didn't know what to say to Zhan Qingyue to break the awkward atmosphere.
While Han Yiyun was lighting the fire, Zhan Qingyue suddenly discovered that there were two deep cuts on his arm, and the blood stained his clothes red.
And as if he didn't know the pain, he didn't even hum along the way.
"Brother Han, your arm is injured."
"Huh? Really?" Han Yiyun looked at the wound on his arm with confused eyes. It was fine, but why did it hurt?
When he raised his head, he met Zhan Qingyue's worried almond-shaped eyes, filled with a layer of mist.
"No, it's okay. It's just a small wound. It will heal in two days."
Han Yiyun felt as if a deer was about to jump out of his chest. He quickly lowered his head because he couldn't bear to see her distressed look.
Zhan Qingyue frowned and took out some gold sore medicine from the cloth bag.
"Brother Han, don't be careless about minor injuries. If you don't take good care of it, it will cause fever."
She dipped her handkerchief into the spiritual spring water and looked at Han Yiyun seriously.
"Brother Han, put up the veil and I'll give you the medicine."
Han Yiyun was stunned for a moment and had no choice but to do as he was told.
Zhan Qingyue carefully took the handkerchief and wiped away the dried blood bit by bit, then gently applied the gold sore medicine, and then pulled a piece of cloth to bandage the wound.
It was the first time the two were so close.
Zhan Qingyue's long eyelashes fluttered up and down on her eyelids like shells, and her two thin lips were soft and moist.
As he watched, Han Yiyun's slap gradually turned red.
Just after taking the medicine, the two twins from the eldest brother's house came flying over.
"Aunt, aunt, Uncle Han..."
The two children were panting from running and stood in front of Zhan Qingyue. It took them a long time to recover.
"Auntie, Uncle Han, mother said that you defeated the bandit last night with one against ten..."
"Brother, let me tell you, you are too slow."
An'an, the twin of the Han family, scolded his brother Pingping mercilessly and said, "Uncle Han, it's like this. We want to know how you fought last night? Why did you treat one as ten?"
Ping Ping nodded quickly: "That's the problem. There was a huge fire last night. Grandma and parents didn't let us go see it. They also said it would cause trouble for Auntie and Uncle Han."
Han Yiyun and Zhan Qingyue looked at each other unconsciously, and both of them were amused by the twins.
Since the two children are studying hard and specifically coming to ask for advice, there is no reason to push others away.
Han Yiyun smiled as if the spring breeze was blowing on his face. He held the two children in his arms and sat them down on both sides of his legs. He deliberately imitated the master's behavior and began to teach seriously.
"The brave fight against bandits starts with your aunt recognizing the bandits' signs..."
Han Yiyun began to review the entire process of fighting with the bandits without stopping.
Gradually, I discovered that outflanking was something only found in these military books.
How...how could Zhan Qingyue, an ordinary country girl, know this?
In the past, he believed in some weird things written in those ghost stories books, so he didn't delve into it.
But now I found that the Zhan Qingyue in front of me was completely different from the ordinary "Zhan Qingyue" before.
Will a person change that much after he dies once?
"Uncle Han, why don't you continue talking?"
Han Yiyun was stunned for a moment, quickly pulled back from his wandering thoughts, and continued to tell the two children about last night's experience with a smile.
Zhan Qingyue looked at the three of them enjoying themselves and didn't bother them too much, focusing on lighting the fire and boiling the medicine.
After the medicine was boiled, she picked up the medicine bucket and walked to a crowded place.
"Everyone brought their own bowls. I took some medicine to prevent fever. Those who were injured or frightened last night came to drink from a bowl."
After hearing this, everyone stood up from where they were.
Some women and half-grown children who had not participated in the battle last night grabbed the bowls of the wounded.
"You guys worked hard for us last night, please rest quickly. We have good hands and feet and can still do small things like carrying medicine and water."
After a while, the medicine was in everyone's hands.
"Miss Yue, thank you for last night. You didn't abandon us."
"Yes, Miss Yue, if it weren't for you, we would have to feed the bandits' knives."
Zhan Qingyue looked at everyone with a smile, and the favorability score in the space kept buzzing.
She waved her hands repeatedly: "Stop talking about this, everyone, please take a rest. We have eaten and drank enough. We will have to go on the road soon, so we need to regain our energy."
"Miss Yue, don't worry. We all listen to you. Look who is still nagging and saying bad things about you. We promise not to take it easy."
The corners of Zhan Qingyue's mouth were raised and never came down.
Once upon a time, that resentful escape team was as relaxed as if they were on vacation?
