Meng Suige didn't believe this, and said noncommittally: "That's very good, then I'll have Miss Lao Zhang ring the golden bell."
The big stone in Zhang Di's heart fell to the ground, and she hurriedly shook the golden bell under the window.
The ringtone is clear and tinkling, but not very loud. You will not be able to hear it clearly if you stand a few steps outside.
Within a moment, there was a rustle in the bamboo forest, and a man in ocher-colored shorts jumped to the window like a gust of wind, staring at the room with burning eyes.
"What happened?" The man's voice was not loud and gentle, but it conveyed a faint intimidation that made it impossible for people to look directly at him.
Zhang Di had never seen this person in the house before, and was surprised when she suddenly saw him. However, she had seen a lot of strangers these days, and even the manager Ayong was a stranger.
What made me more surprised was how this person came so quickly!
She looked timid and whispered pitifully: "This, this person is dying, I'm scared, can you, can you let me out?"
The man glanced at Zhang Di, his voice was gentle as before, but his attitude was as cold as ice: "No."
Zhang Di said "Ah", her lips twitched and she was so choked that she couldn't speak. Her eyes were red and she was about to cry.
The man was not a sympathetic person. He frowned in disgust, turned around and left impatiently without saying a word.
Zhang Di said "Hey" to the man's back, and watched him disappear without looking back. The desolate expression on her face suddenly disappeared, and she looked at the swaying bamboo forest not far away and whispered. Asked: "How is it?"
"Three breaths." Meng Suigai closed his eyes and said calmly.
"So fast!" Zhang Di covered her mouth and exclaimed: "He came out of the bamboo forest over there. When I walked over there, it took me as long as a cup of tea."
Meng Suige glanced at Zhang Di indifferently and said in a low voice: "That man has excellent light-weight skills, long breathing, and stable lower body. He is a master. Moreover," his voice gradually became inaudible: "His hearing It is very sensitive, and you may be able to hear the movement here in the bamboo forest."
Zhang Di shuddered and whispered in disbelief: "No way, dogs don't even have sharp ears like him."
In such a dangerous situation, Meng Suigai couldn't laugh at all, and his heart was heavy.
He moved his fingers and noticed that the effectiveness of Ruanjinsan was slowly fading away. He counted the time secretly and peeled off the blood-soaked white cotton layer by layer with one hand: "Give me the external ointment. I."
Zhang Di hurriedly opened the round bowl and handed it over. She stretched out her hand to pick a finger in the bowl, but when she saw the injury on Meng Suigai's hand, she suddenly felt like she had nowhere to start.
A hideous wound lay across Meng Suigai's wrist. The wound had not been properly treated and showed no signs of healing.
The white rotten flesh turned over ferociously, revealing the white bones deep in the flesh.
Zhang Di shuddered when she saw it, and gasped: "Here, how many days has it been injured? Why is it so serious?"
Meng Suige endured the pain and whispered in a low voice: "If you want to recover, you have to dig out the rotten flesh and re-bandage it with medicine, but now," not to mention the sword, he didn't even have half a porcelain shard in his hand. They were brought in every day. The meals are all packed in baskets.
He paused, took the round bowl from Zhang Di, dug out a large piece of ointment, gritted his teeth and wiped it on the wound.
As soon as the ointment touched the wound, a bone-gnawing pain swept over him.
He gritted his teeth, a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead, and his eyes instantly turned scarlet.
Zhang Di turned her head away and couldn't bear to look directly.
She didn't know how long it took, until Meng Suige's trembling breathing slowly calmed down, she turned her head and saw that Meng Suige had wrapped the white cotton cloth and was holding the end of the cloth between his teeth to tie the knot.
She hurried over to help, and when she caught a glimpse of Meng Sui's forehead covered in cold sweat, and the veins on his forehead bursting, the admiration in her heart suddenly surged like a rolling river.
This man could really endure it. He was in so much pain that he didn't say a word.
The corner of her mouth twitched slightly, the people in the Department of Internal Health were indeed inhumane.
"Mr. Meng, do you hold the sword in your right hand?" Zhang Di asked cautiously. She did not expect that Meng Suijia was so seriously injured. When she saw the injury on his hand, she immediately understood why he refused to take her with him in the first place. Escaped.
He couldn't protect himself, so why would he be willing to be a burden.
Meng Suige glanced at his right hand, suppressed the sourness in his heart, and said calmly and calmly: "It doesn't matter, just get ready and leave tonight."
"Ah," Zhang Di covered her mouth, suppressing her screams of surprise, and the sound was squeezed out of her throat: "You, can you beat him? How many more days can you keep him?"
"No," Meng Suigai shook his head: "If I put it off for a long time, I'm afraid of long nights and dreams." He moved his left hand, and the feeling of weakness and soreness had completely disappeared. The ointment was obviously not mixed with Ruanjin powder, so you can use it with confidence.
Although his right hand is temporarily disabled, his left hand can still fight, but it can't be done head-on. He has to take a sideways approach and take the opponent by surprise.
Besides, he is now locked up here, and he believes that there is definitely not just that person hiding in the bamboo forest.
There must be others.
As long as they pass through the bamboo forest, they will inevitably alarm the people inside.
Before, he didn't know where he was, so he didn't dare to act rashly. Now that he knows, he has a direction to escape.
He thought for a moment and asked Zhang Di: "Where is this place in the Han Palace?"
Zhang Di said without thinking: "It's the northeast corner."
Meng Suige squinted his eyes. Outside the northwest corner of the Han Palace was the corridor outside Yanzheng Gate.
He suddenly opened his eyes. Even though the walls of the Han Palace were high and the courtyard was deep, it was not easy for a seriously injured person to climb out over the walls, but it was not impossible.
Xiaoxiao's disciples would never dare to cause trouble under the eyes of the guards at Yanzhengmen.
They climbed over the wall and went out, alerting the guards at Yanzheng Gate. The young men in the palace felt so guilty that they did not dare to pursue and arrest them in a big way!
After thinking about this clearly, Meng Suige stabilized his mind and began to think about how to escape the pursuit and get out of the city smoothly after leaving here.
The Department of Internal Health will definitely not be able to go back, he is going to Yuhua Mountain!
It was getting late, and after the twilight food was brought in, the two of them ate up the small amount of food in a hurry.
The two of them planned to eat until they were full, but after eating all the food, they were only half full.
After finishing the meal, the two of them had a tacit agreement to close their eyes and rest their minds until dark.
Neither man was at peace.
After all, Zhang Di is just a sixteen-year-old girl. No matter how calm she pretends to be, her heart is still pounding.
For a moment, she was afraid that Meng Sui would abandon her halfway across the street.
For a moment, I was afraid that I was too stupid to escape.
Meng Suigai was also worried.
He was injured, so escaping on his own would be difficult, but carrying a burden would make his future even more uncertain.
He couldn't guarantee that he would definitely take Zhang Di out. At most, he could guarantee that he wouldn't throw her out as a target at a critical moment.
Late at night, most of the candlelight stopped. Under the pale moonlight, the huge mansion was dark and silent everywhere.
The wind blew through the bamboo forest, and there was a soft rustling sound, which startled the birds in the forest and flew away with their hoarse screams.
Although the window lattice is broken, it is not enough for anyone to get out.
If the window is broken, I am afraid of disturbing the people in the bamboo forest.
Zhang Di gestured at the hole in the window with her hand, and then placed it on her waist to compare. She looked at the broken window and sighed: "Mr. Meng, are you sure you can get out of such a small hole?"
Meng Suige shook his head: "Let's go out."
"..." Zhang Di was stunned.
Meng Suige opened the straw pile, took out a thin and long bamboo strip from it, handed it out through the window, and carefully and accurately inserted it into the keyhole under the dim moonlight.
"Where did you get this?" Zhang Di was stunned.
Meng Suiguo held his breath, held the bamboo strips with one hand and fiddled with the keyhole, and whispered without looking back: "It was peeled off the cage.
"
Zhang Di was speechless repeatedly. Although she admired Meng Suige's ink painting patience, she even doubted whether such a thin and elastic bamboo strip could really penetrate the keyhole.
Just as her suspicion emerged, she heard a subtle "click" sound coming from outside the door.
"Okay." Meng Suige was relieved. He walked behind the door, pushed the bamboo strips through the crack of the door, and gently fiddled with the lock.
He used his strength very skillfully and freely. The lock loosened half of the clasp and just hung on the other half of the clasp. It did not fall to the ground, made no sound, and naturally did not alert anyone.
Meng Suige opened the door, looked out for a moment, then stepped out and waved to Zhang Di.
Zhang Di also walked out quietly.
Meng Suigai turned around and hung up the lock again, but he only made a show of it and did not actually lock it.
Relocking it will make a lot of noise, which may alert those people in the bamboo forest who are wary of grass and trees.
He didn't dare to take any unknown risks.
The two of them quietly walked around to the back of the house.
Meng Suige was a Lianjiazi and walked without making any sound, but Zhang Di was not so easy.
She hunched her shoulders and swayed, following Meng Suige like a thief, but she still made a slight rustling sound uncontrollably as she walked on the wet bluestone stained by the night road.
This sound didn't sound like much in the daytime, but in the silent night, it was like thunder.
Meng Sui whispered without looking back: "Keep it down."
Zhang Di paused in her steps, and her already anxious heart became even more panicked. They all walked together with the same hands and feet, but their voices did not decrease much.
Meng Suige shook his head helplessly, stopped talking, and walked towards the back wall.
Fortunately, the back wall of the two reverse rooms was not far away. It only took them half a stick of incense to see the courtyard wall towering in the dark night.
The walls of the palace are naturally higher than those of ordinary people's homes. The walls are smooth and there is no way to climb up.
The high walls are covered with sharp thorns, which turn flesh and blood into hedgehogs.
