A delicate cry sounded.
Aunt Xue opened her thin lips slightly and looked at Brother Rong with blurred eyes.
"pain."
A weak voice surged out of her throat, and the blood changed the embroidery in front of her to another color.
Uncle Rong struggled to get up, but fortunately all the parts in his body were still there. There are no signs of missing or broken bones. Lucky, extremely lucky.
He knew very well how little it was possible to survive a roll down the mountainside. Fortunately, the temperature is still cold and the jacket is thick enough. Otherwise, even if he didn't get hurt anywhere, there would be rocks, branches, etc. on the mountain that could make him suffer.
However, the situation in front of us is also very bad.
Aunt Xue was injured by a musket. When she fell, she didn't know if she was injured elsewhere. More importantly, Uncle Rong didn't know if the group of people who ambushed him would come down the mountain to look for him. If we meet here, there is really only one way to die.
You have to find a place to hide first, and at the same time, you have to quickly treat Aunt Xue's musket wound.
Brother Rong looked around. This was the grass beside the stream. The tall green grass was as tall as a man. It's a good place to hide from people, but this location is not very safe. After all, the traces of the fall were too obvious. There was a piece of crushed grass nearby. As long as someone was nearby, they could follow the fallen grass to find it.
Take a look around.
We are still on the mountainside here, with no road ahead or behind us. It is not easy to find the person who ambushed him. However, it is not easy for the same people invited by the Jia family to find themselves.
Brother Rong felt that he should be prepared to spend the night here. You must find a secluded place where you can take shelter from the wind and rain.
When spending the night outdoors, keeping warm is the most important thing.
The mountain breeze is cold and the night dew is heavy. Loss of body temperature is a very scary thing.
Fortunately, there are no snakes around during this season. What you have to worry about are mosquitoes, ticks, wasps and other small things that are dangerous but not as dangerous as venomous snakes.
"Auntie, our place has changed." Brother Rong leaned down and asked Aunt Xue in a low voice. "Auntie, where do you feel pain on your body?"
Aunt Xue weakly stretched out her right hand and pointed to her left shoulder, where she was shot.
"Other places are not injured."
Seeing Aunt Xue shaking her head, Brother Rong felt relieved. Carefully taking Aunt Xue's right hand, she felt heavy as she tried to pick her up. Suddenly, he changed his mind and pulled her to stand while he squatted down.
Carrying is better than carrying or carrying.
Carefully stepping on the moss, carrying a woman on his shoulders, he headed towards the greener areas of the mountains and fields.
The news about Brother Rong's attack spread in Shenjing.
King Zhongshun took this matter very seriously. After hearing what Qin said, he immediately ordered people to go to Shuntian Mansion, Jiumen Patrol Camp and other yamen. He also dispatched the palace guards and the palace guards to the Temple of the Reclining Buddha.
Most of the Jia family's masters were even more panicked after hearing the news. Mrs. Jia's mother was even more anxious and sent random orders to various houses to ask for help. Even Jia She, Mrs. Xing, and Mrs. Wang, who didn't get along well with Jia Rong on weekdays, were also eager to find relationships.
The Ministry of Punishment, the Ministry of Household Affairs, and the Ministry of Works, no matter whether they can help or not, I will contact all of them who can be contacted. Jia She hurriedly asked Jia Lian to form a group of servants, and also summoned relatives from Ningrong Backstreet to rush to Xiaoqingliang Mountain.
In the quiet room next to the Jia family ancestral hall, Jia Jingyi frowned. He held the whisk in his hand tightly and didn't speak for a long time. Instead, the man kneeling in front of him whispered: "I don't worry about my life. I'm just afraid that I will get hurt when I fall."
Jia Jing asked in a deep voice: "Have you found out who gave the instructions?"
"The muskets they carried were of the same standard. I only know that after they left Xiaoqingliang Mountain, they ran towards Zhengjiazhuang."
"Zhengjiazhuang? That county prince doesn't have the courage, let alone the ability. It's not him." Jia Jing raised his eyebrows and understood something. Slowly said: "Okay, I don't blame you for not protecting him. Go back, don't go out to inquire about anything recently, and cultivate yourself for a while."
Jia Jing knew better than anyone else that only the people in the palace could mobilize more than twenty people to ambush him with muskets. The Supreme Emperor in the palace has lost power, and there is no need to harm Brother Rong, so he is not the Supreme Emperor.
It may be possible for the emperor in the palace, but as the emperor, it is too easy to govern a minister. The emperor does not have to use such means.
Then there are only two princes.
No, it's just him.
The appearance of a young man appeared in Jia Jing's mind.
That person thought he was hiding it deeply, but actually... Let Ronger settle this debt by herself in the future.
A large number of people rushed to Xiaoqingliang Mountain to the west.
The sky is gradually getting darker, with a sense of coldness.
Brother Rong found some dry firewood. Now he didn't care whether the ambush people would come. It was already time to light a fire to keep warm. Aunt Xue's wounds also need to be treated as soon as possible and cannot be delayed any longer.
"I can only hope that those people have run away, and that Keqing and the others have recruited people to look for them."
Uncle Rong said to himself, cut a few more canna leaves, and filtered more clean water through the fabric of his clothes.
"If you light a fire at night, it should be easier for those who come to find you to determine their location."
Return to the place where Aunt Xue was placed, which is among a few large bare rocks on the mountainside. Aunt Xue's back was covered with hay, and she was wading between two big rocks. Her back was against the mountain, so she was not exposed to the cold wind.
Slowly gave Aunt Xue some water.
I lamented that I couldn't find any caves or other places, otherwise I wouldn't have to worry about rain.
Jia Rong looked at the small dagger in his hand with a wry smile. It's not that difficult to build a shelter from the rain with this thing. Although it was surrounded by trees and weeds, it was too short to cut large amounts of firewood.
Let's do it faster, it will be dark next time.
Finally, a simple shelf was built, and the cut branches were placed on top layer by layer until it was stacked very high.
"Auntie, Rong'er is going to treat your wound." Brother Rong whispered. The location of Aunt Xue's injury was a bit awkward. It happened to be at the Zhongfu point between the shoulder and chest.
Before night fell, I managed to light a fire. Seeing Aunt Xue nodding, she cautiously reached for the buttons and collar of her clothes with both hands.
Carefully undo the buttons and open the layers of clothes.
The last single piece of clothing was left unopened. Brother Rong felt that we couldn't go on like this. We could only postpone it until night with such restraint. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and swallowed again. He took off his still sloppy coat and grilled it by the fire.
Taking a deep breath, he slowly opened his undress.
Forehead……
Uncle Rong seemed to see a divine light, a pure white divine light. It's very eye-catching, even dazzling. He hurriedly closed his undress more, revealing only the wound on his shoulder, but when he saw Aunt Xue's pale face, he couldn't help but turn a little red.
He swallowed again and hurriedly brought the prepared water. He pulled off a piece of clean cloth from his middle clothes and gave it to Aunt Xue to clean the blood around the wound.
White, very white, so white that blood vessels can be seen even under such dim light.
Clear blood vessels, very obvious. A zigzag cyan line swims on the smooth curve.
The more he washed, the more Brother Rong's hands trembled.
He had felt right before. Baochai's advantages were indeed inherited from Aunt Xue.
"Madam, I'm offended." Brother Rong apologized softly. After cleaning the dagger, he burned it dry in the flames. I took a clean piece of wood and gave it to Aunt Xue to bite.
Aunt Xue also knew that now she had to pick out the musket ammunition from the wound and then apply medicine to the wound.
She saw everything Brother Rong did, and listened to Brother Rong's comforting voice in her ears.
"Don't be afraid, madam, the wound will be taken care of soon."
"It won't be painful, don't worry. I'll try to be as gentle as possible so as not to leave too big a scar on the wound."
"Mrs!"
Aunt Xue nodded. The look in Jia Rong's eyes seemed to be slightly different. Seeing a sharp dagger again, he pretended to be calm. "Rong'er, do something bold."
She believed in Brother Rong.
Hissed.
Blood gushes.
The pain caused her aunt to move wildly, and Brother Rong could only press her shoulder with one hand. But even so, it was still difficult to hold her down, and in the end he had no choice but to hold down her legs and sit on her, preventing her from moving around and kicking her.
Uncle Rong leaned forward, staring intently at the wound, his face almost touching...
The nervous breath seemed to spray from his mouth and nose to Aunt Xue's heart, but the pain made Aunt Xue unable to care about anything else.
The sound of pain sounded in Brother Rong's ears.
It affects his movements again and again.
His breathing became heavier, and sweat slipped from his forehead, dripping down his cheeks and chin onto the white, smooth stone.
The musket bullets were finally picked out.
Finally picked it out. Aunt Xue almost passed out from the pain, and there were several teeth marks deeply dented in the branches in her mouth.
Brother Rong had no time to rejoice, so he dropped the dagger in his hand and cleaned the blood around Aunt Xue's wound again. Then he took the powder he brought with him from the ground and poured it on.
There are really many benefits to being afraid of death. At least when a person is afraid of death, he will always have something on hand for emergencies, such as hemostatic medicine and trauma medicine.
Aunt Xue spit out the branches, sweating profusely and breathing heavily. Although her messy hair made her look particularly embarrassed, she also had a withered beauty.
It is a kind of special beauty after being injured and destroyed.
Brother Rong glanced at Aunt Xue's unlined clothes.
Amitabha, Immeasurable God, Avalokitesvara...
Why is it open again?
Don’t look at anything that’s inappropriate, don’t look at anything that’s inappropriate.
He quickly tied it up for Aunt Xue, leaving only the wound for bandage. Jia Rong took off his clothes without hesitation, and the last piece of clothing was also taken off, and he tore the clothes into rags with his bare arms.
Aunt Xue just looked at his back quietly.
What a good boy. Bao Yatou did not see the wrong person.
Thinking back to Brother Rong's focused eyes just now, I actually felt warm in my heart. Suddenly, he remembered Brother Rong's flying eyes just now, and his face couldn't help but turn red.
He lowered his eyebrows and glanced, only to see the unfathomable darkness between the white skin.
When he raised his eyes again, he met Brother Rong's probing gaze.
"Ahem...does Madam feel cold? Wait until Ronger has bandaged the wound, then put those coats on Madam."
The dancing flames illuminated the two of them, and the shadows on the ground gradually merged into one.
"I'll help my wife sit up." He was afraid of affecting the wound, so he could only move cautiously.
The arm was soft and I didn't dare to move.
Concentrate your mind and focus on bandaging.
"Brother Rong..."
"Huh? Madam, please give me your instructions."
"Thanks."
"Madam was also injured because of me." Rong Ge'er said softly, "Rong'er has to thank Madam for pushing Ronger away, otherwise Rong'er would have been shot dead."
Tie the buckle carefully. The atmosphere became weird at night.
When Brother Rong heard a strange sound coming from his abdomen, he suddenly remembered something and broke the embarrassment.
"I can't find too many wild fruits to satisfy my hunger this season, so I can only pick these bright red things from the thorns. Although these things can't withstand any hunger, they taste really good. Fortunately, there are a lot of them, so I picked them. There are many flowers, and the flowers can be eaten directly.”
Uncle Rong took out some wild fruits like a treasure, put them on canna leaves and presented them to Aunt Xue.
"Ma'am, try it quickly."
Aunt Xue saw the wound on his hand. There were abrasions and stab wounds.
He hummed softly. After resting for a while, she also recovered a lot of strength. He sat up, raised his right hand, took a red fruit and put it into his mouth.
Sweet, very sweet.
It tastes pretty good, but it has a grainy texture in your mouth.
It's not in the way, it's edible, and it's delicious.
On this day, she finally showed a little smile.
No woman can refuse sweet things, just like no man's eyes can refuse beautiful scenery.
Unless, he is blind.
So lovely.
Brother Rong's heart jumped twice.
"How does it taste?" he asked knowingly.
"It's not bad, it's a good thing to eat."
"Mrs., eat something. It will also be good for your injury." Brother Rong said with a smile, and picked up a pile of washed flowers from the side, red, yellow, and different colors.
"My wife uses fruits and flowers to neutralize the taste."
Aunt Xue took a flower in doubt. It's just that she can only move one hand, so it's hard to take the fruit after taking the flowers. While he was thinking about it, Brother Rong put down what he was holding, took a fruit and placed it on the center of the flower in Aunt Xue's hand.
"Ma'am, try it quickly."
When you bite it gently, you can see the crispness of the petals and the deliciousness of the fruit, and you don’t feel too grainy at all. And because of the sweetness of the fruit, it adds a lot of flavor to the dull petals.
"Rong'er will eat it too."
"I was already full when I was picking fruits." Uncle Rong laughed, revealing his neat white teeth under the red firelight. "My wife has difficulty with her hands, so I will feed her."
"No... no need..."
Before Aunt Xue could refuse, Uncle Rong had already taken the flowers in one hand and the fruit in the other, and brought them to her lips.
Her fingers lightly touched her soft lips.
Aunt Xue could only give him a strange look and silently parted her lips.
The two of them just feed each other and eat each other. The night is getting darker and the mountains are getting colder.
The wind blew the burning flames.
"I'll add more firewood."
The weather is nice tonight, there is no rain, and you can still see the bright moon in the sky.
Thin mist beads condensed on Aunt Xue's bun ears, clear and transparent, shining with crystal brilliance in the dim moonlight. She was eating the fruit with slender hands and no makeup. Although her clothes were messy and her messy hair was gently flying in the cold wind, she still looked like a fairy from Lihentian who had descended into the mortal world.
Brother Rong was stunned by the plump, clean and dusty smell.
She should be a divine queen in heaven.
