The man rolled away weeds and branches all over his body, and his clothes still had cuts from swords.
The man didn't know what terrible thing he saw. He was so frightened that his face turned pale and his liver and gallbladder were split. He grabbed Han Changmu's leg with trembling hands and couldn't stand up after trying several times.
When Han Changmu saw the man, his face darkened, and he was about to get angry when he was interrupted by a voice not far away.
The rustling sounds are getting closer and closer, countless figures are looming in the grassy sky, cold light flashes through the forest, and the killing intent is getting more and more threatening.
Hearing these deliberately suppressed footsteps, the man was so frightened that he almost cried. His legs holding Han Changmu were shaking like chaff, his face was pale, and he could not say a word.
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Han Changmu's heart trembled, and he pulled the man out of the grass with a little force. His voice disappeared in his throat, and his expression was cold and numb: "Can you still walk?"
The man was innately afraid of Han Changmu, so he climbed out with one leg lame. His coquettish azure bottoms were embroidered with orange flowers, and were stained with grass juice, making them even more colorful.
Hearing Han Changmu's words, he tried hard to move his lame leg. He hissed in pain and was sweating: "Yes, yes, it's a bit difficult."
Han Changmu glanced at the blood stains on the hem of his clothes, shook his head helplessly, and neatly carried the man on his shoulders. His body rose and fell among the grass, and then he disappeared silently.
Not long after the two left, four or five men dressed in black shorts and brown, with black scarves covering their faces, only showing their solemn eyes, arrived.
"Master, there are traces of dragging here." Walking out of the sparse forest, a man in black couldn't help being surprised when he saw the weeds lying on the ground.
A man in black with the same attire walked out from behind, but his murderous intent was obviously stronger than the others.
He walked forward steadily, staring at the fallen grass. A few drops of blood fell between the grass blades, and the blood stains were still wet. It was obvious that the man had not been gone for a short time.
The man walked in a hurry, leaving a series of footprints that caused the weeds to fall in all directions.
But in the row of fallen grass, there was no blood.
His heart sank. The man's leg was hit by an arrow. The arrow was a special one with a hook on the tip. If he didn't pull it out, it would be bad, and if he pulled it out, he would lose too much blood.
Looking at the way the man ran away, it looked like he had pulled out the arrow, but looking at the blood stains, it didn't look like it.
Unless, unless someone here rescues that person.
His eyes followed the fallen grass into the distance, and his voice suddenly turned cold: "Going down the mountain, chase!"
"Don't worry, Hall Master, he was hit by an arrow in his leg and can't run far." The man in black waved his hand, and the man in black behind him rushed down the mountain like a wolf and a tiger.
The black-clothed hall master shook his head. If there was only that one person, he would never be able to escape, but now it seemed that someone must have rescued that person.
Since someone has intervened, we have to find another way to find this person.
The man in black walked to the hall master in black and said with sadness: "Master, he saw the poisonous lady. If he can't find her, the young master will be furious."
The black-clothed hall master said attentively: "Although I didn't see the man's face, he was dressed extremely rich and noble, and he appeared in the hunting ground again. The horse he shot to death was a BMW from the Western Regions. This man's identity must be extraordinary. Xu Which aristocratic family he is? Tomorrow the emperor will give a banquet at the Yuhua Palace. You will know who is injured and who is not injured at a glance." The man in black was not as optimistic as the hall master in black, his short eyebrows were tightly knitted. It was wrinkled and never unfolded: "But Hall Master, he saw the poisonous lady. It would be bad if he recognized the poisonous lady at the banquet."
"What are you afraid of?" the black-clothed hall master said easily: "The dragnet has been laid out long ago. Not to mention a kid from an aristocratic family who saw it, even if the old man saw it himself, it would be useless!"
The man in black pursed his lips. Although he still felt a little unsure, his hall master's words were conclusive, and he was no longer so obsessed with catching people.
Han Changmu carried the man and left
After leaving the hunting grounds, he jumped up, stepped on the tree trunks, turned around, and then cautiously walked towards the Han Mansion's annex.
There were only a few people waiting in Han's house, and they were all confidants. When they saw Han Changmu walking in with someone on his back, everyone was shocked and hurriedly closed the courtyard door.
"Your Majesty, Qi Master, what's wrong?" Jin Yu took the man from Han Changmu's back and carefully placed it on the kang. He touched a sticky hand on the hem of his clothes. The bright red blood was particularly shocking, and he couldn't help but be shocked. : "Oh my god, who the hell hurt Master Qi's leg! How can Master Qi go out to have fun and cause trouble? "
The man called the Seventh Master is Han Changyun, the seventh son of King Han and the seventh brother of Han Changmu.
Hearing Jin Yu's words, Han Changyun was angry, anxious and in pain. His face turned pale and he couldn't laugh or cry and said, "Manager Jin, do you love me or scold me?"
"Of course I feel sorry for Master Qi." Jin Yu chuckled, not worried about Han Changyun's leg injury at all.
Han Changyun angrily raised his leg and kicked it, but he forgot about the injury on his leg. He gasped in pain, beat the kang loudly, and cried loudly: "I heard someone was chasing him in the corner. I was injured, and you laughed at me when I came back, I will die!"
It's so embarrassing. He is the first person in the world to be embarrassed to this extent.
"Go get the medicine for the knife wound." Han Changmu said expressionlessly, lifting the hem of his clothes to the edge of the kang, and used his skills to uncover Han Changyun's blood-stained hem.
Jin Yu said "Hey" and retreated anxiously.
Han Changyun hugged Han Changmu's legs with his hands and cried out: "Brother, you are the best to me."
Han Changmu sat on the edge of the Kang, but did not speak, and just looked at Han Changyun with a cold face.
The King of Hell is very scary, and the cold-faced King of Hell is even scarier!
Han Changyun shrank his neck. The fear of this brother who was nearly ten years older than him was engraved in his bones. Facing Han Changmu's silent face, he shivered inexplicably, which affected the injury on his leg. He hissed in pain and cried louder: "Brother, my leg hurts."
Han Changmu saw an arrow piercing Han Changyun deeply, with blood oozing from the edge of the wound. He couldn't help but snorted coldly: "It's too early to cry. There is a hook on the tip of this arrow. If you pull out this piece of flesh on your leg, it will No, it’s still too late to cry again then!”
Han Changyun was so frightened that he burped, his face was ashen, and his cheeks twitched: "No, it's not, it's so cruel, I just listened to the corner, do you want to kill me?"
"Listen to the corner? What did you say?" Han Changmu's heart was frightened. He had to say something that could make a hole in the sky, so that he would pursue the eavesdroppers relentlessly.
Han Changyun also had a solemn look on his face and shook his head in confusion: "It's just because they didn't say anything serious that I was being chased for no reason."
"Please tell me carefully what you said." Han Changmu couldn't trust his little brother. With his immovable brain, even insinuations and accusations could be regarded as compliments, and he could hear a slap in the corner. It's amazing that the machine can turn around a thousand times.
"I, let me think about it," Han Changyun said with a face full of difficulty, racking his brains to recall the situation at that time: "I saw a white fox in the forest today, so I chased it all the way to Dongtou Mountain Ridge. In the woods, I saw two people standing by the stream outside the woods talking. When I went there, they had finished talking, and I really didn’t hear anything. Moreover, when I saw them, I turned around and left. Yeah."
He was so wronged that he died.
If he really heard something, he was not unjustly injured.
But he really didn’t hear anything!
This is an unreasonable disaster, and there is no way to explain it even if you die!
"You turned around and left, so how did they find you?" Han Changmu frowned and asked in confusion.
Han Changyun was mute for a long time, and then he muttered: "That's not it, that's not the white fox that suddenly jumped out, I, I shot an arrow ......"
His voice gradually became lower and lower, and in the end he couldn't even utter half a word of guilt.
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"Are you so heartless that you rushed to borrow it from a fox?!" Han Changmu slapped the kang head hard with anger, making a muffled "thud" sound.
He has always been upright and upright, rarely even smiling, and even less saying such sarcastic and sarcastic remarks.
Now that he said this, it was obvious that he was very angry.
Han Changyun shrank his neck and muttered: "No, the hands made of white fox fur are soft and warm."
Hearing this, Han Changmu's heart moved and he looked at Han Changyun deeply.
Han Changyun didn't speak, he just laughed.
After a moment of silence, Han Changmu let out a long sigh. When he heard the door knock, he turned around and saw Jin Yu coming in with an ebony tray. On it were a pair of shiny silver scissors, a dagger with the same cold light, and three taels. An inch-high white porcelain flask with a red label attached to it, a thick stack of white cotton cloth, and a bottle of strong liquor.
As soon as he saw these things, Han Changyun screamed with heartbreak: "No, I don't want it, I don't want it!"
Han Changmu held down Han Changyun who was shrinking into the corner and said calmly, "You mean, let me get it myself?"
Han Changyun was scared out of his mind.
My brother was born in a sea of blood and swords on the battlefield, and his method of treating injuries was simple and crude.
The injury was cured, but it was unclear whether his life could be saved.
He shook his head in horror, pointed at Jin Yu and said, "Let, let Manager Jin come!"
Jin Yu squinted her eyes and smiled maliciously: "Okay, why don't you say that Qi Ye has a sharp eye and recognizes talents."
Han Changyun was so praised that he felt a chill, and suddenly felt an ominous feeling in his heart.
Jin Yu smiled warmly, placed the ebony tray on the teacup, picked up the thin-edged sharp dagger, poured a small bottle of spirits on it, and placed it on the candlelight.
When strong liquor meets wine, it instantly turns into a ball of flame that wraps around the blade.
After a few breaths, the flame gradually extinguished.
Jin Yu let the dagger cool and began to make gestures on Han Changyun's calf.
Han Changyun shrank back in fear and stared: "What are you doing!"
