Occasional Floating Massacre (1)

The whole New Year's Festival, until the night of the first year, even opened the curfew of the day, each square is not closed, almost all the people in the square have poured into the city, Luoshui has set up a number of colorful buildings with bamboo frames, hanging all kinds of bizarre lanterns, probably is to praise the river Jun Shuibo, and there is the shape of the dragon girl, praying for the coming year. Luoshui's musicians competed to perform, and the drama was miscellaneous. The shops and vendors on both sides of the road all lit the lights in the store, and there were also music girls like Qiyuefang laughing on the street. Yinghua had already thrown off Ah Yun and ran into the crowd and didn't know where to go, Mu Qing was angry with her stubbornness, Ada was annoyed when she saw her, and was afraid that she would punish Yinghua, so she hurriedly invited herself to find it. Ah Liu tied the silk silk of the flipped cloak tightly for her, and said with relief: "Young lady, there are also people who love to play, and only this day can make trouble all year round, and after Shangyuan, it is not easy to go to the Tang Guogong Mansion every day to practice, and she can play when she can." ”

"That's what Aliu said." Du Ruhui grabbed her shoulders, protected her in front of her in the crowd, and said to Aliu Ada and the others who followed: "In rare festivals, you can also go shopping happily, you don't have to follow." Ada went to find Yinghua, and when she was stubborn, he took her home. After speaking, he took Mu Qing and disappeared in the bustling crowd. Although it was crowded with people, after all, it was late at night, and she still felt that the cold was pressing, and the cold wind poured in. Du Ruhui pinched her cold fingers, rubbed them a few times, still stiff, and looked up in front of Kang Lang's wine shop, so he lowered his head and leaned in her ear and said: "It's cold outside, why don't you go to Kang Lang to drink together, you love to listen to him talk about the wonders of the Western Regions, this time he sold salt back to the Western Regions, and there must have been a lot of things to see and hear along the way." Mu Qing turned his head and responded: "Okay!" "His eyes are as bright as crystals, and his eyes smile like a crescent moon. The two of them went to Kang Lang's liquor store together.

I entered the wine shop, but I didn't see anyone. Du Ruhui raised his voice and shouted a few times Kang Lang, but no one came to answer, he wandered for a while, and was about to leave, when a handyman-like person ran out from behind, and before he could say anything to the two, he lowered his head and ran out. Du Ruhui grabbed him and asked, "Where is your family?" The miscellaneous servant cried with a sad face, and hurriedly arched his hand: "Ah Lang Mo stops." My little Langjun had a convulsion, and Ah Lang told me to go to the doctor quickly. ”

"On the Yuan Festival, where to find a doctor in the workshop? Quickly lead me to see your little Langjun. Mu Qing hurriedly said. The handyman looked her up and down, hesitated and didn't move, she raised her voice and urged, "Lead me quickly, how can you take responsibility if it's late." The handyman woke up suddenly, and quickly led Mu Qing and Du Ruhui into the inner courtyard, and through the narrow and long alleys, they arrived at Kang Lang's house.

Kang Lang stood up in the old age, and his wife died a few years ago. He refocused on his affection for his deceased wife, coupled with his perennial busy business, he has not renewed his strings, and his knees are naturally thin, and he only has a pair of children left by his deceased wife. The one who is convulsing at the moment is his alone. Mu Qing entered the house and saw that the young child was being held tightly in Kang Lang's arms, his cheeks were red, his eyes were rolled up, the whites of his eyes were exposed from time to time, his legs twitched involuntarily, and his two small palms curled up like chicken feet. It's not a febrile convulsion, Mu Qing stepped forward quickly to hug the child, but Kang Lang hugged the child tightly with one hand, and waved with the other hand, just this wave, pushed her far away, Du Ruhui didn't have time to support her, and hit the low cabinet at the door of the house, Mu Qing stood firm, held the painful leg with one hand, and beckoned to Du Ruhui with the other: "Quick, take the child away, maybe there is still salvation." ”

Du Ruhui leaned in front of Kang Lang, forced him to break the hand he was holding the child, and broke his knuckles white, Mu Qing stepped forward and stabbed him hard at the turn of his elbow, Kang Lang suddenly felt unbearable, and unconsciously let go, she waited for the opportunity to snatch the child. He was about to rush forward to snatch the child, Du Ruhui had already firmly suppressed him to the ground twice, he opened a pair of bloodshot eyes angrily, his face turned red and purple, and yelled, "Give me back the child!" My child! ”

Mu Qing ignored him, touched the child's red and hot face and forehead, and said loudly to the servant woman hiding outside: "Quickly get the silver needle cold water." The servant stumbled away. Mu Qing was weak and weak, his arm holding the child trembled, shaking his fingers and struggling to untie his tightly wrapped quilt, only Kang Lang's snorting pant was heard in his ears, "What are you going to do!" Give me back my baby! Suddenly hearing a crisp sound of "pop", she turned her head to look, only to see Du Ruhui suppressing Kang Lang with his legs and knees, raised his hand and gave him a slap, and said angrily: "Kang Lang, do you still want this child's life!" Sober up and see who I am. Kang Lang turned his head and looked at Du Ruhui in a daze, no longer struggling and shouting, his eyes were dead.

Mu Qing stripped the child's upper body naked and placed it on the bed, and the servant woman hurriedly brought in a copper basin filled with cold water. Mu Qing threw off the cloak, grabbed a piece of cloth with his hand, reached into the cold water, soaked the cloth and twisted it, wiped the child's forehead and chest one by one, soaked and wiped it many times, the child was still twitching, and even more, his originally closed teeth began to bite up and down, so that within a few clicks, he would bite off his tongue, the servant woman screamed, Mu Qing didn't have time to hesitate, so he stuffed his index finger and middle finger into his mouth, unexpectedly he touched a foreign object in his mouth, and bit her finger stubbornly, Tiny fangs pierced the skin on her fingers, blood running down the corners of his small mouth.

Du Ruhui was shocked to see this scene, let go of Kang Lang and walked towards Mu Qing quickly, but he bit tightly, not daring to pull hard, Mu Qing frowned painfully and said, "Quickly hand me the silver needle, hold his left hand and head." At this time, Kang Lang woke up like a dream, hurriedly stood up from the ground, stepped forward and pressed Er's hand and head, and looked up at Mu Qing apologetically. Mu Qing didn't look at him, picked up the silver and pierced it at the child's Hegu acupoint, and then took another silver needle and pierced it into his people. The child's body slowly stopped twitching, his palms were stretched, his teeth were loosened a little bit, and Mu Qing pulled out his fingers, which were already full of blood. She exhaled a long breath, leaned weakly on Du Ruhui's side, dipped her hand into the copper basin, let the cold water stimulate the blood flow, and said lightly: "The child is safe for the time being, wipe the cloth soaked in cold water for a while, and then cover the quilt when the fever subsides." After dawn, I went to the doctor to see a few pairs of medicines and took them, and I was fine after a few days. ”

Kang Lang didn't seem to hear her words, stared blankly at the faint bloodshot in the copper basin, suddenly stood up, and fell to his knees at Mu Qing's feet, Hu La's face was stained with tears, "Needless to say, from today on, Kang Lang's life is Qi Niang's." Mu Qingben wanted to get up and help, and a piercing pain came from his leg, and then he remembered that he was pushed by Kang Lang when he entered the house, and his leg hit the side of the low cabinet.

"Don't say that, Qi Niang can't afford this big gift." Mu Qing endured the pain, turned sideways slightly to avoid his kneeling, "If Brother Kang really wants to thank me, just find a carriage and send me home." "That's nature." Kang Lang hurriedly stood up, calling people to prepare the car, and repeatedly thanking him. After a while, someone came in to report that the car was waiting outside the liquor store. Mu Qing's leg was still in pain and couldn't touch the ground, she looked at Kang Lang in front of her, and whispered to Du Ruhui shyly: "Fang Cai may have injured his leg, and now it is difficult to stand, so I ask you to support him." ”

Du Ruhui touched her hard and swollen wound with his hand, and she gasped in pain, he wrung his eyebrows and glanced at Kang Lang, got up and picked up the cloak she threw on the ground, wrapped her, stared at her face for a deep breath, suddenly leaned over and picked her up, and walked out. Mu Qing was shocked and ashamed, beat him a few times, and whispered, "Let me down." Du Ruyan said in a deep voice, "Don't move", and went straight to the carriage. It was a shame that there was a crowd of people in front of the wine shop, and no one noticed them, only the driver who was driving the car peeked at them, lowered his head and laughed halfway.

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