The young and elder Fang Ding were startled and looked at each other. Before they could recover, the door of the Fang was smashed open with a loud bang.
A burst of choking dust hit their faces and bodies, and when the dust cleared, the two men looked at the menacing group of people with gray faces, and urged their horses to rush in through the wide open gate.
After all, the young Fang Ding was young and energetic, and easily impulsive. When he saw this scene, he subconsciously pulled out the knife and shook it, and roared with anger and guilt: "Who are you looking for death?"
Before he could finish his words, a foot kicked him in front of him, knocking him to the ground. The foot stepped on his heart, and a black iron sign hit his face.
Someone above the head said insidiously: "Open your dog eyes and take a good look. Look carefully."
He opened his eyes wide and looked, and when he saw the word Neiwei, he was immediately discouraged. Panic that broke his liver and gallbladder swept over his heart, his lips trembled, and he couldn't say a word.
The leader had a cold appearance, with an air of calm and self-imposed hostility all over his body. He walked calmly to the elder Fang Ding and asked word for word: "Did you see a girl come in?"
Although the elder Fong Ding was not kicked, he was no better than the younger Fang Ding. His legs were as soft as noodles and he could no longer stand. He could only lean against the wall with all his strength. She couldn't stop trembling and managed to say a complete sentence: "Aunt, aunt, girl, this, this shop, this shop, there are girls everywhere."
The leader took a step closer and asked a series of loud questions: "Jingzhao Mansion's Junjun, Yao Junjun, Yao Yao, come with injuries, have you been here before, have you been here before."
The elder Fang Ding suddenly thought of the girl just now, and he nodded in panic: "Come, I've been here, I've been here."
The leader immediately grabbed the collar of the elder Fang Ding's clothes, his eyes were red, his hands shook weakly, and there was anxiety hidden in his quiet voice: "Where is she? Where is she?"
The young Fang Ding struggled under that foot, pointed to the outside of the Fang door with one hand, and said in a trembling voice: "Let's go, let's go, the head of the village drove her to Jingzhao Mansion."
The leader suddenly let go of his hand, rushed over quickly, grabbed the young Fang Ding by the collar, dragged him to his feet, and said fiercely: "Why, why do you want to send him to Jingzhao Mansion?"
The young man stumbled and said: "She, she, is unconscious."
The leader was stunned, his face moved slightly, he got on his horse, and left a few harsh words: "He Zhenfu goes to find Bao Cheng." He looked up at the sky: "He should be at home at this hour, you know where Bao Mansion is. Bar?"
He Zhenfu nodded in agreement.
Han Changmu narrowed his eyes: "Take Bao Cheng to the Jingzhao Mansion Yamen Office." He raised his eyes and glanced at the Jiaofang not far away, and his voice became more and more serious: "Others, let me guard this Jiaofang. No one can be released."
After saying this, he whipped up his horse and rushed towards the Yamen Office of Jingzhao Mansion.
When the inner guards heard this, they scattered in all directions.
The young Fang Ding and the older Fang Ding were thrown aside.
The young man waited for a long time and found that no one was going to care about them anymore. He boldly got up and helped the older man up. He lowered his voice and said timidly: "Master, who is that person? He is so scary. "
The elder Fang Ding narrowed his eyes with a serious look on his face: "I have seen him before. He is Mr. Han, the young envoy of the Internal Security Department."
Young Fang Ding's legs went weak and he slipped along the wall to the ground. His face was as white as a human face: "Well, then, Master, Master, we have offended him, can we still, can we still have a way to survive?"
The elder Fang Ding glanced at the young Fang Ding: "I told you to be more steady. Look, you have caused such a big trouble and you can't even find a way to plead for mercy." He looked at the young Fang Ding like a puddle. Like mud, he slumped on the ground half-dead. He breathed out unbearably and continued: "Don't worry, I am the young envoy of the Internal Security Department. How can such a big official care about us ordinary people? It's okay. , when you see him in the future, just be respectful and polite."
The young man straightened up, sat up, raised his hands to heaven and said, "I will support him from now on. When I see him, I will support him as my ancestor."
The elder monk sighed angrily, patted him on the shoulder, left the door of the workshop ajar, and stood upright with a knife in hand, half a head taller than usual.
In the boundless night, Han Changmu crackled his horsewhip to cover up his confusion and panic.
He thought that Yao Yao must still be alive, but just unconscious, otherwise he should have been sent directly to the Department of Internal Health instead of Jingzhao Mansion.
He raised his whip and spurred his horse, and while galloping, the internal guards who were chasing after him shouted wildly: "The internal security department is handling the case, and the idlers should retreat. The internal security department is handling the case, and the idlers should retreat."
The sound was sharp and sharp, and several people shouted like thunder, exploding in the cold night.
No one dared to open the door to watch the excitement, and they couldn't see it. They felt as uncomfortable as a cat scratching its paws.
The two stone lions at the entrance of Jingzhao Mansion's Yamen Office were gradually revealed, stained with a layer of cold and slightly white night frost.
A carriage stopped at the gate of the government office, and someone was smashing the gate of Jingzhao Mansion. The two closed vermilion doors made a clanging sound.
Han Changmu was overjoyed. He rushed to the front of the carriage, jumped from the horse's back onto the carriage shaft, lifted the curtain, and took a look. His eyes suddenly felt sour, and he blinked hard several times.
Yao Yao was lying in the car, his face as white as paper, his clothes hanging loosely on his body, and it was obvious that there was not much flesh and blood left in his body.
He took a breath, calmed down, and was about to pick Yao Yao out.
The chief happened to open the door of the government office and turned around to see Han Changmu coming out with Yao Yao in his arms. He had seen Han Changmu investigating cases in Pingkangfang and recognized this man, so he was speechless and said: "Han, Han, Master Han, this girl, this."
Han Changmu nodded and said thank you: "Thank you, Chief. This girl is a soldier from Jingzhao Mansion and is seriously injured. Thank you very much for the rescue. I have already asked Feng Yu to come over and treat her injuries, so I won't bother the Chief. "
He Denglou, who was on duty at Jingzhao Mansion, saw this scene and was so panicked that he almost fell down. He rushed over and asked, "Master Han, what's wrong with Boss Yao?"
Han Changmu's face was cold, as if covered with a layer of frost, and he ordered in a deep voice: "Go in first, then you can greet He Zhenfu here. He has brought someone to treat Yao Yao's injury."
He Zhenfu nodded and ordered the government servant next to him to clean up the side hall first.
Han Changmu held Yao Yao firmly into the gate of the government office. From the gate to the side hall, it was actually only a few steps, but it was as difficult as crossing thousands of mountains and rivers. He heard that the weight in his arms was already very weak. The sound of his breathing, his breathing and footsteps were also extremely flustered.
The yamen servants are very nimble. A soft table has been arranged in the side hall, and two burning charcoal basins have been set up. There is also a desk full of fine white cotton cloth, various wound medicines, daggers and scissors. .
Han Changmu moved very lightly and slowly placed Yao Yao on the soft couch.
He took Yao Yao's hand and put it against his face. The hands were no longer the ones he was familiar with before. There was only a thin piece of skin sticking to the rugged bones, so fragile that it seemed like a slight touch would make him swollen. Shattered.
He pushed up Yao Yao's sleeves and saw that there were numerous lumps wrapped under a thin layer of skin on that thin arm. The lumps started to squirm with a gentle press of his hand.
This is not an illusion, this is real and exists. He doesn't dare to move or look anymore, and the corners of his lips are squirming, almost crying.
Suddenly he heard panicked footsteps outside the door, so he twitched the tip of his nose hard, pushed back the tears that were about to burst out of his eyes, pulled Yao Yao's hand over the brocade quilt, and then stood up and went out.
Bao Cheng must have been lifted out of the bed by He Zhenfu. He was still a little sleepy, but his expression was solemn. He rushed into the side hall with messy steps, pushed Han Changmu aside who was blocking the door, rolled up his sleeves, and asked sharply: "What's wrong with A Yao?"
Han Changmu suppressed the discomfort in his heart and tried his best to speak in a calm tone: "I look like I've been poisoned. Take a look."
As he spoke, he rolled up Yao Yao's sleeves, exposing that arm.
The skin on the arm is still fair, but it is shriveled around the bones. Under the skin, there are bumps as thick as a thumb. In each bump, there is a bloody worm. The bumps cover half of the arm, and there are enough worms. As many as seven or eight. "
"Oh shit, why are there so many?" Bao Cheng cursed and reached out to press the lump. The bloody bugs twisted and squirmed under the skin, which seemed to be extremely painful. Yao Yao frowned in a coma.
Han Changmu was worried: "What's going on? Can you save me?"
Bao Cheng himself was only half a person, but he was still good at treating poisonous insects, so he nodded and said, "Bring the charcoal basin over."
He opened the small wooden box he carried with him, rummaged through it, and found a very thin silver dagger. He roasted it on the fire until it was warm, tried it on Yao Yao's arm, and said in a deep voice: "Yes. A silver hook?"
Han Changmu frowned, and He Zhenfu handed over a pair of silver scissors twisted into a hook.
Bao Cheng glanced at it, nodded and said: "I'll cut open the lump, sir, you need to hook out the poisonous insect very quickly, and then I'll spread the poisonous poison, and you must be quick, because the insect will burrow deeper and deeper when frightened." , One life, two, two, four, when the time comes, we won’t be able to catch them all.”
Han Changmu nodded solemnly: "Don't worry, I'm fast."
Bao Cheng took a deep breath, held his breath, and then the sword flashed and landed on one of the lumps.
The blade of the knife made a cut on the mass, and bright red blood rushed out, while the bloody worm kept drilling into the bone.
Seeing this, Han Changmu didn't hesitate to put the hook into the wound. When he took it out, there was a bloody worm hanging on the hook, twisting and struggling, which was extremely terrifying.
With a shake of his arm, he shook the blood-colored bugs into the charcoal basin. White smoke rose up with a roar, and the smoke was filled with the pungent smell of blood.
Bao Cheng groaned, unable to stop him. He watched helplessly as the bloody bug died in the charcoal basin. He clicked his tongue and said, "Don't burn it. Put it here. I can use it."
