When the other party turned his face towards her and looked up——
Just then, a drop of blood slipped from the corner of his forehead and soaked into the thin and dark pupils. In the blur of blood, he saw the person who saved him.
"..."
"..."
"Who are you?"
"Who are you?!"
The two spoke almost at the same time.
It's just that one was hoarse and confused, and the other was stunned and surprised.
Her lowered chest heaved violently, and the sweat on her face dripped from her chin onto his cheek. The skin seemed to be burned with a hole, and his heart palpitated for a moment.
Having been buried under the stone ruins just now, he felt very cold and quiet.
His senses of breath, smell, and temperature were gradually hollowed out by the squeeze of sand, earth, and rocks. The darkness had a hellish suffocating feeling, like a sinister tide, slowly devouring him.
It was at this time that he heard chaotic sounds coming from outside. Someone was shouting something like "Run!"
He thought to himself, is it going to collapse again?
Then there will definitely be no one left to rescue him. When he fled, no one would remember that he was still buried in this pile of rocks. After all, no one would be so stupid and risk his life...
He wanted to sleep, so he relaxed his body and sunk into the soothing and silent night sky.
However, to his surprise, a voice kept calling him anxiously, forcing his dizzy and scattered spirit to reunite.
He couldn't hear anything else, but he could hear her voice clearly.
He followed her instructions and used his movable fingers to dig out a stone, and then knocked on the stone next to it.
She said, close your mouth and nose, I will rescue you right away!
Then the earth moved and the darkness opened.
She brought him out of that gloomy place of death, isolated under the layers of broken walls and ruins.
He originally thought that the person who would stay to save him despite taking such a risk would be someone he knew, or someone who knew his true identity.
But he didn't expect that the person who saved him was a complete stranger, a young boy he had never met before.
It wasn't until she said "Who are you?" that he suddenly woke up from his confusion.
She had mistaken the person.
The person she wanted to save regardless of her own safety... wasn't him.
He was just mistaken for her.
He lowered his eyelashes as thin as cicada wings, his face was pale, and he murmured inaudibly.
"Do you regret it?"
"It's too late, I'm broken, run away——"
There was a sudden roar in his ears. Zheng Quchi looked up and saw that a large piece of soil above him collapsed. The rocks, soil or broken walls on the slope quickly slid down under the influence of gravity.
The man is also aware of the seriousness of the situation, but his current condition is not good.
His head was smashed, and the loss of blood caused him to feel dizzy and weak. He didn't know whether the area below his waist was injured or had been pressed by stones for too long, and he was so numb that he lost consciousness.
He couldn't get up on his own.
Just when he was analyzing his current situation calmly and almost coldly, a rough but strong force dragged him out, then bent down and picked him up.
He was so surprised that he turned his head and stared at the little face that was soaked in sweat and unkempt.
Even the roots of her eyelashes were wet and knotted. She worked so hard that her sunburn was protruding and her mandible was clenched tightly.
...He thought that after she realized that he was not the person she wanted to save, she would leave him decisively and run for her life alone.
At this time, wouldn't one more burden mean one more danger?
But why did she take him with her to escape?
"Hold tight!" Zheng Quchi picked up the injured man and began to compete with the God of Death.
Of course she knew that she had misunderstood and that she had recognized the wrong person, but she had already saved her, so she couldn't just watch a precious human life being buried again.
She's not so cold-blooded yet.
The roar of the collapse behind her was deafening, like horses running down like arrows. She felt that her heart was about to jump to her throat, and her feet were almost flying.
At this time, a soft and soothing voice told her: "Don't worry, as long as you keep running at the speed you are running at, it is unlikely that it will completely collapse and cover us, causing disaster and burying us. As long as it is pulled out another twenty steps, it will be Can completely escape danger and reach a safe place."
What?
Zheng Quchi naturally couldn't see behind her and could only judge by feeling, but the man she rescued analyzed the situation to her in an orderly manner.
Twenty steps, right?
Her legs were swollen from the speed, nineteen, twelve! Finally, at the last moment, she took a big step, but her knees weakened and she fell heavily to the ground.
A huge wave of dust poured down from top to cover her body. She folded her arms to cover her head and the man beneath her, waiting for the impact to slowly subside.
Seeing her reflexive action of bowing to protect herself, the man did not close his eyes, but looked at her face quietly with a dazed look.
After the dust returned to dust, the people who had been hiding realized what they were doing and gathered around anxiously. The county magistrate, who was still lame, asked anxiously: "Master Li, are you okay?"
The two people in charge of the city wall project, Yuan and Yin Xiao, also rushed over. They were also hit just now, but they hid in time, so they were not buried deep, and they were dug out quickly.
Their faces were pale and confused, and they tried to help the man up with worried and self-blame expressions on their faces.
"Master Li, how are you? Where are you injured?"
This man named "Master Li" is obviously the nobleman who came with the county magistrate. The man who can make the county magistrate and the two master craftsmen from Jixia Academy nervous and anxious, he must not be a small person.
Zheng Quchi let go of the man a long time ago. Although she tried her best to save others, no one cared about her. Fortunately, she was not hurt or hurt. She quietly got out of the crowd before attracting anyone's attention.
The man named "Master Li" hurt his head. After some inspection, it was found that except for some scratches on other parts of the body, there were no serious injuries. Then he was carried away after he fell unconscious.
Zheng Quchi had already been dragged away by Shan Bian.
"Why did you run to save him? It was so dangerous just now. Do you know him?"
Zheng Quchi shook his head: "I don't know..."
"You...what happened to your hand?" Shan Bian suddenly asked in surprise.
He pulled her arm up and let go, and then it hung down weakly, as if it was broken.
"I guess I used too much force just now. Now that I have relaxed my mind, my hand has lost its strength and I can't exert any strength." She smiled bitterly.
"Are you a fool? For an irrelevant person, you!" Shan Bian was so angry with her that she had nothing to say.
Zheng Quchi rolled his eyes at him: "If it happened again, I might not have the courage to risk my life to save others. Besides, I'm not that stupid to be an irrelevant person. I just thought..."
Before she finished speaking, she saw a group of burly and upright soldiers walking up the slope. Their clothes were different from those of the imperial soldiers. They wore armor and helmets, and their temperaments were as cold as galloping leopards.
The county magistrate and the others had followed the man named "Li Shi" to the shanty for treatment. The scene was still in chaos, but at present there were only some stern and angry soldiers in charge.
But when they met the army, especially the regular troops stationed at the border, they all seemed a little timid and did not dare to get too close.
"I wonder if all of you military masters are under the command of General Yuwen?"
The leader ignored their inquiries. He looked around with sharp eyes and asked in a deep voice: "Where is Sang Xuanqing?"
Sang Xuanqing? who is it?
The soldiers were trapped there, looking at each other, but they didn't know who they were looking for. After all, there were not ten thousand but several thousand craftsmen who built the city wall. It was impossible to remember the names of all of them.
Just when they were wondering, a small black hand was raised behind the crowd.
"I am here."
Zheng Quchi squeezed out from behind the tall crowd. She recognized the military armor on these people and remembered who the leader was.
The leader only glanced at her lightly, obviously knowing her appearance, and said directly without any unnecessary nonsense: "Follow me."
Zheng Quchi asked: "Where to go?"
Although the leader was expressionless and looked fierce, he still answered all questions: "General Yuwen wants to see you. Come with us to the camp."
Yu Wensheng meets her?
Zheng Quchi suddenly turned green: "..."
So sudden?
She had just experienced a life-and-death experience that didn't even give her a break. Was she about to be given a life-and-death test now?
Shan Bian, who was behind him, was stunned for a moment, then after reacting, he clenched his fists excitedly.
Oh oh oh oh, he got it!
He finally understood the ruler's plan.
Ruler, well done.
She is deliberately so independent, and when she catches an incident, she will make a big splash and help others.
Look, didn't she become a sensation and successfully sneak into Yu Wensheng's camp?
As long as they continue to create opportunities to get close to Yu Wensheng, there is no need to worry about not finding the right opportunity to complete their assassination mission.
From the corner of his eye, Zheng Quchi saw Shan Bian winking at her, looking so obscene.
"Go to the mission."
He reminded her with his mouth.
Zheng Quchi calmly turned away his eyes.
But in my heart I was cursing my mother.
Shan Bian waited for her, and when she was doing well around Yu Wensheng, she reported him mercilessly, sent him to jail, and made him think about betraying his teammates all the time.
——
This time when they went to the camp at Changxunpo, they did not let Zheng Quchi walk, but chose to ride a horse.
But she couldn't ride a horse, so in the end she had to be led by a cold-faced officer.
She originally wanted to exchange a few pleasantries with him on the way, but even though the cold-faced officer kept people and animals away, she found that it was all superficial, and he was still very talkative.
But as soon as the horse started galloping, she would be filled with a lot of spirit as soon as she opened her mouth.
The other party obviously didn't want her to speak, so he went straight to work without caring about her life or death.
After arriving at the camp, although Zheng Quchi did not feel dizzy and vomited, her delicate buttocks were almost broken into four parts.
She wanted to rub her sore butt, but she was too embarrassed in front of so many big men, so she could only bear it with gritted teeth.
"Let's go."
After Wang Zebang handed over the horses to the guards, he urged her to enter the camp.
She opened her legs and walked slowly. Her legs and feet were stiff and her posture was not normal.
"Go well!"
Zheng Quchi replied: "I also want to walk well, but my legs hurt."
Wang Zebang was stunned for a moment.
He said impatiently: "As a man, don't be pretentious!"
"It really hurts." She pulled up her trouser legs, and her two legs were also painted black. The knees were red, swollen, bruised, and bleeding.
He probably fell when he fell down before. I didn't feel much pain at that time, but now it's so uncomfortable that it's difficult to even walk.
It does look quite miserable.
Wang Zebang's pupils tightened and he was silent for a moment.
"When you saved people, didn't you think that others wouldn't be grateful to you? You didn't even ask if you were injured." He spoke again, but his tone was a little dissatisfied with who he didn't know.
In fact, he had arrived a long time ago and witnessed her rescuing people when the city wall collapsed.
At that time, his heart was very complicated.
This person who he had always regarded as a spy from another country had such a selfless and righteous side that he sacrificed himself to save others, especially the people of Ye country.
Also because she spoke softly, it was obvious that she saved people on her own regardless of the danger, but she didn't get a word of praise after saving people.
Zheng Quchi had a good attitude: "It's my job to save people, and it's not who asked me for help. Whose gratitude do I need?"
After Wang Zebang heard this, he glanced at her.
She can think about it. He is so small that he must be grateful.
"Walk."
He slowed down and led her around a corner to an independent barracks.
"Is this the main military tent of General Yuwen?"
She also participated in the construction of this camp, but she clearly remembered that the main military tent was not here.
"This is my barracks. Your legs don't hurt anymore?"
Zheng Quchi immediately understood the other party's kindness and raised a bright smile: "Thank you, Adjutant Wang."
"Hey, medicine."
He found a bottle of medicine and handed it to her.
Zheng Quchi was in a dilemma: "My hands are weak, and now it's difficult to even lift them up."
Wang Zebang's eyebrows twisted into the character "Chuan".
"Figure it out yourself."
Could it be that she still wanted him to give her medicine?
Zheng Quchi rolled his eyes and listened to his inquiry: "Um, I wonder if there is anyone named Liu in our camp who is serving in the army?"
willow?
Wang Zebang's eyes were sharp: "Why are you asking about this?"
"I...it's okay."
Seeing that she was hesitant to speak, Wang Zebang secretly noted the matter and planned to send someone back to find out if there was anyone named "Liu" in the army and what relationship he had with this little black mouse.
Finally, not wanting to waste time with her, Wang Zebang still called the soldiers to apply medicine to Zheng Quchi's knee, and then allowed her to see the general after bandaging it.
At present, because of Zheng Quchi's heroic rescue, Wang Zebang's prejudice against her has changed slightly. However, whenever he thinks of the general's "interest" in her and some of the general's dangerous remarks, he is deeply worried.
"Sang Xuanqing, what do you think about the man's broken sleeve?" he asked suddenly.
Zheng Quchi looked at Wang Zebang in surprise. Why did he suddenly ask this? Is he...
This question was somewhat sudden, and she could only try her best to search out some relevant words that had been retained in her mind.
Wang Zebang looked at her blankly after hearing this.
He took a breath: "So you..."
"right."
Zheng Quchi's eyes were firm and he agreed.
It seems that only one person in the comment section answered yesterday’s question correctly.
(End of chapter)
