He smiled bitterly: "Don't ask, you just need to know that this case can be closed now. As for the outcome, it is not something you and I can decide."
Huo Hanshan nodded and said haha: "Come on, don't say anything, just eat the hot pot."
Leng Linjiang also smiled and said: "After eating, let's go to Pingkangfang for a walk. I guess many girls have missed me."
For two days in a row, the sky had been extremely gloomy, with low pressure clouds and no sunlight, so there was no feeling of heat at all.
This kind of weather is rare in Mohe Yanqi, and it is most suitable for traveling.
Han Changmu and the three of them set out on their journey in the morning. They galloped all day long, eating and drinking on horseback. It was not until dusk fell that they found a leeward place to rest all night.
On the first day, Xie Mengxia vomited on the horse. When he got off the horse, he held his waist and stiffened his legs. He moved step by step and sat down. His mouth was full of bitterness and he couldn't eat anything. He was held down by Han Changmu and Yao Yao and forced to drink. Have a bowl of soaked sesame cake soup.
By the second day, he was able to adapt to the violent bumps. Apart from his thighs being bruised with blood and scabbing after applying the medicine, he was no longer dizzy, his legs were no longer weak, and his waist was no longer itchy. It hurts, but I can eat and drink.
It was getting late, and Xie Mengxia was resting in the lee of the wind. Han Changmu and Yao Yao went to collect firewood in the distance and came back to make a fire and make soup.
While the sky was still slightly bright, Han Changmu took off his clothes, exposed his shoulders, and asked Yao Yao to give him medicine.
Although the bleeding from the wound had stopped, the flesh and blood were still protruding out, looking rather hideous. After two days, not only had it not healed, but it had become swollen, and the depths were faintly white.
Yao Yao stretched out his hand and touched it lightly, and Han Changmu hissed in pain.
Yao Yao frowned slightly: "Your Majesty, it seems that there is some inflammation and suppuration."
After traveling for days with no rest, the sweat was all over the body and soaked into the wound. It would be strange if it didn't suppurate.
Han Changmu didn't pay attention to this. Instead, he caught Yao Yao's title and said with a trembling voice, "Why did you change your words? You don't call me Young Master anymore."
Yao Yao was stunned for a moment and did not continue the topic. He just said distressedly: "You have to find a way to squeeze out the pus and apply the wound medicine, otherwise the wound will not heal well and will become suppurated again and again."
Han Changmu nodded: "Okay, you can cut it open."
Xie Mengxia was looking at the copper bowl attentively. When he heard this, he jumped up and ran over in a hurry: "What, what, you have to cut it, how painful it is."
Yao Yao sighed and said with a smile: "Of course it hurts, so I have to trouble Your Highness to put your fingers in the prince's mouth to prevent him from biting his tongue in extreme pain."
With a "pop" sound, Xie Mengxia staggered, looked at Yao Yao like a fool, and smiled triumphantly: "Miss A Yao, do you think I'm stupid? I can take off my smelly footwear and stuff it in his mouth." inside."
Han Changmu felt nauseated after hearing this and turned his head away.
Yao Yao shook his head helplessly: "Your Highness, even if you bring the sweat towel to gag the prince, it can be regarded as worthy of the relationship between you two cousins."
Xie Mengxia chuckled, but did not take off the smelly footwear or take over the sweat towel that oozed the smell of sweat. He turned over a brand new clean coat and stuffed it into Han Changmu's mouth.
Yao Yao smiled, quite kindly.
It was completely dark. It was a starless and moonless night, and everything was so dark that it was hard to see clearly.
Yao Yao lit the homemade lantern and asked Xie Mengxia to hold it.
She took a deep breath and held the dagger firmly in her hand.
There was a flash of cold light, and the dagger pierced the flesh, making a muffled sound.
Han Changmu held the groan of cold pain in his throat and only let out a low groan without even shaking his body.
The sweat on his back suddenly broke out.
Yao Yao held his breath and cleaned the pus from the wound very neatly, saying from time to time: "Cotton cloth."
Xie Mengxia was busy handing over the cotton cloth. She really couldn't bear to look at it, so she turned her head away and didn't dare to look at it more, but she couldn't help but want to look at it.
It was so painful.
After cleaning the wound, Yao Yao asked in a low voice: "Your Majesty, how about I help you sew up the wound so that it won't break open easily and it will heal faster, but you will have to suffer a little more now."
Han Changmu groaned and nodded slowly.
Yao Yao pulled out a silver hairpin from the bun, pressed the head down, and poured out several silver needles of different lengths, the tips of the needles shimmering.
Xie Mengxia was surprised and looked closer: "Ah Yao, you are such a treasure."
Yao Yao pursed his lips, raised his hairpin, and half-smiled: "My hairpin is even more precious."
Xie Mengxia took it and found a sharp hairpin-shaped knife. He nodded repeatedly: "Exquisite, exquisite, where is it made? I will make one later, too, and make it pure gold."
Yao Yao pouted.
It’s really the aesthetics of rich people.
She picked and picked out a suitable silver needle, threaded the needle and thread, and reminded Han Changmu: "Your Majesty, I am about to start sewing. You must not move. If the needle breaks inside, I will not care. "
Han Changmu stood up and fell backwards.
Yao Yao smiled slightly, the blunt tip of the needle pierced the flesh, and then with bloodshot eyes, it passed smoothly and was sewn to the other side. She would stop and tie a knot with each stitch.
She sewed quickly and steadily, and it looked like she was an expert at this. After cutting the thread, she relaxed, breathed out, and took off the already soaked middle coat from Han Changmu's mouth: "Okay, Crown Prince, it will be fine now." It’s faster.”
Han Changmu slowly put on his clothes, fastened the ties, and asked thoughtfully: "Your Highness, since when did Ye Ting teach people how to suture wounds?"
"No, what kind of stitches are taught in Yetingli?" Xie Mengxia was stunned for a moment, quickly recovered, and shouted loudly: "Oh, A Yao, it turns out you came from Yetingli. Come on, tell me quickly. Say, are you still a slave now? If you are still, I will make the decision for you. I will take off your slave status and let your household registration be in the Han Dynasty."
Yao Yao looked at the sky speechlessly.
You really can't do anything, and you are the first to expose someone's background.
She turned to look at the copper bowl and said to him, "The soup is ready. Let's eat something early and have a rest. We have to go on the road tomorrow."
Han Changmu looked at the back of the man who was gritting his teeth and running away. He couldn't help but pursed his lips and smiled, but his face suddenly darkened again.
He was almost certain, or he had already been certain, that she was the death guard deliberately trained in the Bei Ya Forbidden Army, the group of people who only obeyed Liu Shengsheng's orders.
The final destination of these death guards is to die an untimely death, and no one can escape fate.
His heart became heavier and heavier, and at the same time he couldn't understand why a girl's family would willingly become a death guard. Could it be that someone had deceived her or forced her.
He followed her there silently, filled the soup with food in silence, and silently made up his mind in his heart. After this matter was over and he returned to Chang'an City, he must find a way to get rid of her status as a death guard and escape. Death is a fate.
There was no conversation all night, and at dawn the next day, Xie Mengxia had a good sleep and felt refreshed. As soon as he stretched, he found that there was no one around him, and there was only one horse left. Only the extinguished fire and the ashes were left. Wen is still there.
He was so frightened that he ran to the sandy slope and looked into the wind, but he didn't see anyone.
He was so flustered that he immediately rolled down the sandy slope, covering himself with yellow sand. He whirled back and forth anxiously and shouted: "Jiuzhao, Ayao, you guys, you can't leave me behind."
The voice echoed and circled in the empty and lonely desert, and no one responded to him, as if he was always the only one in this long yellow sand.
"Jiuzhao, Ah Yao, I don't eat much, but I'm still very obedient. Don't abandon me." As soon as he finished speaking, he froze there, staring blankly at Han Changmu who came on horseback and stood there similarly. Two people.
The embarrassment dissipated around like wind.
Yao Yao turned over and dismounted, carrying a yellow sheep dripping with blood, and broke the embarrassment with a hiccup: "Um, um, Your Highness woke up. He just saw a yellow sheep running past, so he hunted it and improved it for His Highness. Improve the food.”
Xie Mengxia was so embarrassed that he just wanted to cover his face and run away, but looking at the yellow sheep, he still swallowed and smiled reluctantly: "There is meat to eat, okay, okay."
Among the three people, only Han Changmu was the calmest. His face remained unchanged and his heart did not beat. He remained silent and kept his attitude that as long as he was not embarrassed, others would be embarrassed to death. He rekindled the fire and cleaned up the yellow sheep rack. Grilled over fire.
When we set off again, everyone had a few more pieces of roasted mutton in their luggage, and their horses became extra strong.
After half a day of walking, the water bags of the three of them had reached the bottom. Xie Mengxia raised his head high and poured out only a few drops of water, just enough to wet his lips.
Walking along the rugged gray and black dry mountains, the wind was sharp, gravel and ravines were crisscrossed, and the horse's hooves stepped on the ground several times, staggering and almost throwing the person off.
The three of them had no choice but to lead their horses and walk. Fortunately, it was not a long walk over these dry mountains. After walking for another half a day, the withered yellow grass on the ground gradually became lush.
At this time of year, the grass is withered and yellow, and there are no leaves on the poplar trees, but there is still much more vegetation than elsewhere.
After walking a few more steps, you'll see a vast expanse of grassland without any greenery at all.
Populus euphratica trees and red willows that have lost their leaves surround a vast expanse of clear water. They are bare, their branches hang low, brushing over the water, and withered yellow reeds lying in the wind.
The moist water vapor hits your face. If it weren't for the rolling yellow sand, you would immediately forget that this is Moheyan Moraine.
Xie Mengxia cheered, threw down his riding crop, jumped off his horse, and ran to the water's edge. He jumped into the water without hesitation, picked up a large amount of water and splashed it on his face. He turned around wetly and saw that Han Changmu and Han Changmu were not tight. He walked over slowly, waved and cheered: "Aren't you thirsty? Come here quickly, the water is still sweet."
Yao Yao suddenly wanted to quarrel with Xie Mengxia, so she threatened him with a smile: "Your Highness, the water you think tastes good, other things will also taste good."
