Although Cuiru felt that this was inappropriate, she still walked to the table and sat down according to Cheng Qiao's words. His elbows were propped up on the table, his hands were on his chin, and his two big black eyes stared in the direction of the bed without blinking. I was probably still tired during the day, but I couldn't support it after a while, my big eyes narrowed into a thin slit, and my head was nodded down a few times, and I finally fell asleep on the table.

Cheng Qiao silently looked at the young man's face and felt a lot in his heart, and when he saw that he was sleeping peacefully, he tried to pull his hand out, but just by moving, the sleeping young man frowned, but instead used her hand as a lifesaver and grasped it more firmly.

She could only sigh helplessly and continue to stay quietly on the edge of the pavement, but in her heart she was thinking about the person who looked so similar to He Yan, and the only person she had seen was that little Zhu Xing. Thinking of the little fresh meat that pretended to be an adult in a serious way, Cheng Qiao couldn't help but smile, and remembered that he was still fighting with a little kid at his age, and his old face suddenly turned red again. Calculating the age, after five or six years, isn't it about the same age as the young man in front of him? After thinking about it carefully, I feel that it is not right, Zhu Xing is the son of King Xing, why don't you stay in the Xingwang Mansion of Guangyuan Mansion and run to Jiang Xinzhou, which has no edge in front and no land?

Thinking about the time passing in a minute, Cheng Qiao leaned on the paving board in a daze and fell asleep. In the middle of the night, she was woken up by the heat. The hand held by Zhu Xing was as hot as fire.

Cheng Qiao opened his eyes, and through the dim light in the cabin, he saw that Zhu Xing's originally pale face had become as red as a boiled shrimp at some point, and fine sweat continued to come out of his forehead. The back of her hand was still against Zhu Xing's cheek, and she could clearly feel the heat of the other party's skin, she was startled, and cried out: "It's not good, it's a fever!"

She hurriedly withdrew her hand. It is estimated that Zhu Xing burned badly and didn't have much strength on her body, this time she easily withdrew her hand, then walked quickly to the table, stretched out her hand and pushed Cuiru: "Cuiru!

Cuiru slept soundly, was suddenly pushed awake, her brain was still as mushy, she raised her head at a loss, rubbed her hazy eyes, and then asked slowly: "Ah...... What's wrong with the girl?"

"He has a fever!" Cheng Qiao pointed to the person on the bed and said anxiously, "You go and invite the doctor over!"

"What?" Cuiru's mind was still a little confused, and when she understood Cheng Qiao's words, she immediately stood up, "I'll go now!" After speaking, she rushed out of the cabin. After a while, I saw her return with the little old man and doctor.

Saving people is naturally the most important thing. The little old man didn't care about etiquette and walked straight to the bed, glanced at it, and reached out to touch the patient's forehead, obviously frightened by the heat, and his eyebrows were stirred together: "Why is it so badly burned?"

The bed was burned to the ground, his hands were swinging, and his mouth was still dreaming. Cheng Qiao leaned down and curiously put his ear close to the past to know what was reading in his mouth, but he couldn't hear anything clearly, so he could only get up again and look at the doctor blankly: "What should I do?"

Seeing that the two little girls were staring at him with blank eyes, waiting for him to make up his mind, the little old man straightened his chest, touched his beard, and asked, "Is there any liquor?"

Cuiru shook her head and replied, "In the evening, you ran out of arrows for him......"

The little old man immediately blew his beard and glared: "I can't save him without strong wine." ”

Cheng Qiao knew how to use alcohol to cool down, and immediately understood the little old man's intention to ask for spirits, and hurriedly instructed Cuiru: "Then what are you waiting for? Hurry up and find the owner of the ship to get Dad!"

Cuiru let out a "hitch" and ran out again, but soon came back dejected: "Girl, the owner of the black boat said that if the old doctor wants to use it, he won't give it, unless the old doctor goes to beg him in person......"

"This surnamed Wu...... "The little old man scolded angrily, "Forget it, saving people is like fighting a fire, and my old man will go on his own trip." After saying that, he walked out, and I don't know what he said to the owner of the black ship, anyway, it didn't take long for him to come back with two jars of wine.

Then Cheng Qiao was politely invited out, and the little old man rolled up his sleeves to start the rescue operation, and Cuiru naturally became the girl who made the move. The little old man first asked Cuiru to bring a basin of cold water over and mix the liquor into it, and soaked the clean white cloth in the wine before wiping the patient's body. He was too old to fiddle with alone, so he asked Cuiru to help lift the patient's arm, and carefully wiped his armpits, arms, and the back of his hands with a white cloth soaked in wine......

When the sky was showing the white of the fish's belly, the little old man ended his action. This time he was helped out by Cuiru, his face was full of exhaustion, and his clothes were covered with stinky sweat.

Cheng Qiao asked about the situation of the wounded, and the little old man shook his head and said, "The fever has subsided temporarily." It's just that the injury is too serious, and it's up to him whether he can survive it......"

As soon as these words came out, Cheng Qiao was a little flustered. She felt sorry for a living stranger to die in front of her, not to mention that the other party was someone she knew, and her identity was precious, Cheng Qiao felt uncomfortable when she thought that the other party would die.

When the little old man saw her look of pain, he comforted her: "After all, the treatment on the ship is limited, why don't the girl wait until she gets off the boat and goes to the county to find other doctors to have a look......

"That's all there is to it. Cheng Qiao said.

Cuiru stood aside a little absent-mindedly, not knowing what kind of mess was going on in her little brain. Sending the little old man away, the two closed the hatch and whispered.

Cuiru remembered at this time and asked, "Girl, is he really the Zhu Xing who lived in our Zhuangzi before?"

"yes. Cheng Qiao replied with a sad face, "Hey, he was injured like this, and the doctor said that he didn't know if he could survive...... What should I do?"

Cuiru seemed to remember something, and persuaded: "Girl, don't worry. Let's take him back to Zhuangzi when we get off the boat. Isn't the spiritual spring water in our Zhuangzi's backyard able to cure all kinds of diseases? Try it for him, maybe it will be effective!"

When Cheng Qiao heard this, she asked in surprise, "Hey, how do you know the function of the spiritual spring water?" She remembered that at that time, she had just discovered the origin of the spiritual spring water and wore it back to modern times.

"Girl, you forgot about it again...... Five years ago, there was a severe drought, and our county was severely affected. At that time, you took the spiritual water out and gave it to the people in Zhuangzi, so that everyone could survive that disaster year, and later everyone called you a living bodhisattva who rescued suffering. ”

"Maybe I was too young...... I don't remember much. Cheng Qiao explained dryly, but she was thinking in her heart, it seems that after she left, the "Cheng Qiao" sister-in-law also discovered the secret of the spiritual spring water, and she didn't hide it and took it out to help the local people.

Cuiru's words really reminded her that since the doctor couldn't save Zhu Xing, she might as well try the spiritual spring water.

After dawn, the cargo ship finally docked at the dock. Cheng Qiao, her master and servant, got off the boat first, and Cuiru went to find a carriage. Then the boatman carried Zhu Xing, who was still asleep and in poor condition, to the carriage. Cheng Qiao immediately urged the coachman to hurry up on the road, but it took almost two hours to return to Zhuangzi.

When the servants who stayed behind on the Zhuangzi saw the girls from the host family coming, they all welcomed them in with surprise on their faces. When he learned that there was another seriously injured person, he hurriedly went to clean up the guest room and let the wounded live in.

first moved up and down, and then rushed around, and after this toss, Zhu Xing's condition seemed to be more serious. Lying on the bed in the guest room, his body shook non-stop, cold for a while and hot for a while, and white foam appeared on his lips. It was estimated that the discomfort was terrible, and the limbs moved wildly, tearing all the wounds that had been bandaged, and a layer of bright red blood oozed from the white cloth that wrapped the wounds.

Cheng Qiao was anxious when he saw this, and told Cuiru to hurry up and find someone to pick up the spiritual spring water. It took the three servants a few back and forth to fill the barrel, and she immediately asked two more servants to help carry Zhu Xing into the barrel and soak him in the water. At first, Zhu Xing struggled a little, but then he didn't know if the spring water had a role, he gradually quieted down, leaned his head against the edge of the barrel, and his brows, which were originally frowning because of discomfort, gradually relaxed.

Cheng Qiao rescued people, and he didn't care about whether men and women gave or didn't kiss for a while, and Zhu Xing was only fourteen years old, so he couldn't be considered a real man, so he stayed in the guest room and took care of him personally. Seeing that his lips were already dry and cracked, he asked Cuiru to pour water, which was naturally spiritual spring water, and took the cup and sent it to his mouth.

Zhu Xing sweated all night, he was already very thirsty, and as soon as his lips were wet, he immediately stretched out his tongue and licked it. Cheng Qiao saw that he could still drink water by himself, so he hurriedly raised the bottom of the cup and sent the spiritual spring water to his mouth, and Zhu Xing instinctively grunted and swallowed.

A glass of water in his stomach, Zhu Xing only felt that the entrance of the sweet spring had nourished his body that was about to dry up after walking in the desert, but this kind of nourishment was too little, and he needed more and more, and seemed to read intermittently in his mouth: "Water...... Water ......"

Cheng Qiao asked Cuiru to bring another cup over, and drank three glasses of water in a row, and Zhu Xingcai soaked quietly in the water again, leaving only his head exposed. Only then did Cuiru dare to step forward to help him remove the blood-stained strip of cloth on his arm, and she quickly noticed a hint of change: Girl, look...... The wound on his shoulder ......"

When the strip of cloth was removed, the wound was still gurgling and bleeding, leaving a red ring on the surface of the bucket, but it quickly dissipated. The bright red wound was not oozing blood, but seemed to be slowly healing, and the red and swollen skin around the wound was gradually fading, restoring the original color of the skin.

"And it worked. Cheng Qiao breathed a sigh of relief and touched Zhu Xing's forehead again, "It's not burning anymore." ”

After soaking for more than an hour, Cheng Qiao ordered the servants to carry Zhu Xing out and send him back to the bed. There is no male host in Zhuangzi, only a male steward and a few servants who work as coolies, Cheng Qiao had no choice but to find a steward to borrow clothes for Zhu Xing to change into temporarily, and send someone to the ready-to-wear shop in the town tomorrow to buy a few sets of suitable men's clothes. He also instructed the servants to guard Zhu Xing, and they must tell her in time if there is any change.

It wasn't until late evening that a qiē settled down. Cheng Qiao felt hungry, and the dinner broke out and ate three bowls of rice in a row, which didn't frighten Cuiru. I didn't sleep well all night last night, and I was in a hurry to take care of Zhu Xing during the day, and her body was extremely tired, she went to bed after eating, and she had no dreams all night.

Zhu Xing woke up after three days and three nights from this coma. During this period, Cheng Qiao let him soak in the spiritual spring water twice, and the wounds on his shoulders and back healed much faster, and he did not have a fever again, the wounds were not infected, and the external injuries were healing at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, but for some reason people did not wake up for a long time.

Cheng Qiao was a little worried, but he still sent someone to Taowu Town to invite a few doctors over. After reading it, the doctors said that the trauma was fine, but they couldn't tell the reason why they couldn't wake up. It wasn't until three days later that the servants who were waiting in Zhu Xing's room came to report to her that they had woken up, and she was relieved.

After the servant finished the report, she looked at her with a look of embarrassment.

Cheng Qiao asked in surprise, "But what's wrong with that person?"

Then the servant woman replied, "The sick man is awake, but it is very strange." Sitting on the bed and ignoring no one...... Ask him if he knows anything. ”

Cheng Qiaoxin said: "You won't be stupid, right?" and said to the servant woman: "I'll go and have a look." After saying that, he hurried to the guest room.

Sure enough, as she said, Zhu Xing sat in the center of the bed, his body tensed tightly, his face was cold, and there was surprise in his eyes, but also vigilance against the unfamiliar environment. It wasn't until Cheng Qiao left the room that his eyes lit up, and a name flashed quickly in his mind, almost blurting out, but when the words came to his mouth, he didn't remember them in an instant. "Are you awake?" Cheng Qiao walked to the side of the bed and stretched out a hand to him. On the spread palm of her hand was a jade ring of mutton fat and white jade, which was the token she asked Cuiru to turn out of the box the day before yesterday and stuffed into her hand when Zhu Xing left.

Unexpectedly, Zhu Xing didn't look at the jade ring in her palm at all, but looked at her face stupidly, only feeling that the girl in front of him gave him a very cordial and familiar feeling, as if he was too important and important to forget.

As long as he thought about it, he would feel a splitting headache, and he could only ask Cheng Qiao in a daze: "Who am I?"

This question made Cheng Qiao completely stunned, and couldn't help but shout: "Won't it? Amnesia?" "This is too bloody and vulgar, isn't it? I am a Xibei who has crossed over, and I pretended to be confused and pretended to have amnesia in order not to be exposed, you are the son of the original palace, how can you lose your memory if you were injured by an arrow and did not drop your head? At this time, Cheng Qiao didn't think about the possibility of perhaps, maybe the other party was the same as her.

"I really don't remember anything?" Cheng Qiao didn't believe it and asked again.

Zhu Xing shook his head vigorously, pulled the wound on his shoulder, and only grinned in pain.

"Surely you don't remember me?" Cheng Qiao said with some disappointment and took his hand back.

Zhu Xing looked at her face and replied without thinking, "Although I don't remember your name...... But I think I must know you. ”

Cheng Qiao's eyes showed a little hope again, and he put the jade ring in his hand in front of Zhu Xing's eyes and shook it: "Then do you remember this jade ring? It was the ...... you gave me back then."

Zhu Xing shook his head again, in order not to pull the wound, this time his movements were much softer.

"Hey......" Cheng Qiao sighed and sat on the edge of the bed.

Zhu Xing saw her face full of sadness, and somehow felt uncomfortable in his heart, as if he had an instinct to make her laugh happily.

Neither of them spoke, and the room fell silent.

It was Zhu Xing who spoke first: "Although I don't remember anything, don't you know me?

Cheng Qiao thought about it, and it seemed that he could only do this, and said to him: "Then you listen well, you should be surnamed Zhu, the son of King Guangyuanxing...... This is Chengjiazhuang, Taowu Town, about six years ago, you used to be here, when you used to name Zhu Xing...... Well, also, three days ago, I rescued you in the reeds of Jiangxinzhou, when you were hit by two arrows and your life was on the verge of ......death."

"The surname is Zhu ...... Xingwang Shizi?" Zhu Xing read in his mouth, feeling that something was wrong...... It's not his name. As Cheng Qiao said more and more, strange memories that did not belong to him also popped up in his mind, and he instinctively began to reject them, but these memories became more and more turbulent, almost overwhelming, giving him an unbearable headache.

"It hurts, it hurts......" he cried out in pain, holding his head.

Cheng Qiao was taken aback by him, thinking that what he had said wrong just now had stimulated him, and hurriedly reassured: "Don't be like this, calm down...... Don't move, your wound isn't completely healed, don't touch the wound......"

However, her comfort did not play a substantial role, Zhu Xing was still in severe pain, his body kept shaking, his handsome face was distorted because of the pain, it seemed that the pain was extreme, he screamed, his body leaned back, and the whole person collapsed on the bed and passed out.

Cheng Qiao's expression became more and more panicked, and he hurriedly stretched his finger to his nose to test it, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he found that there was still breath. Looking back and thinking about it carefully, I found that I didn't say anything to make him excited, there is something strange about this!

Although she felt that there was an indescribable weirdness in the Zhu Xing in front of her, she still sent someone to invite a doctor to come over to treat him.

The doctor came and went fast. looked at Zhu Xing's complexion, rolled his eyelids, felt his pulse, and said lightly: "The patient is fine, but he is asleep." Seeing that he had suffered traumatic injuries before, his body was still a little weak, so just make up for him when he wakes up. ”

Cheng Qiao was frightened half to death by Zhu Xing's painful appearance before, but now he got such an answer, and couldn't help but look at the doctor with a suspicious face.

Seeing this, the doctor pointed at Zhu Xing and said, "If the girl doesn't believe it, you can come and see for yourself." This person's breath was long and steady, clearly asleep. ”

Cheng Qiao put her head in front of Zhu Xing, and after a while, she heard a soft snoring sound from the bed, she was clearly making a fuss like that just now, why did she fall asleep in the blink of an eye?

After sending the doctor away, she sat back on the edge of the bed, looked at Zhu Xing's sleeping face, and rubbed her hands maliciously: How can my sister's hands break if they are itchy again?