Chapter Ninety-Five: There Is A Love Called Jiuqing Style
When the man in black received the order, he immediately dispersed in an organized way to surround Mu Ze, Mu Ze buckled the woman's vein, turned around to resist the attack of the man in black, and stalemate for half an hour, without falling behind at all. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć info woman wants to take the opportunity to escape, but she can't get rid of the man's hostage at all, in such a tense situation, she was rushed left and right, watching this man beat his subordinates to the ground, but still refreshing as the wind, forgetting that his embarrassment at the moment and the wounds on his body are all due to this man, looking at his dancing figure, a little stupid.
My sister is infatuated with the man, playing a game of cat and mouse with him, taking a secret that he doesn't know and letting him run after her from all corners of the world. Although the man was chasing and killing his sister for the sake of another woman, the sister was willing. She used to think that her sister was crazy, but now she herself is crazy, she can't let him kill herself now, she also wants to taste the taste of being chased by him, even if it is chased and killed!
"I'm telling you, you let us go!"
Mu Ze paused, but his momentum weakened, and he was besieged by the man in black, and he was stabbed by the man in black. Mu Ze didn't frown, and pierced the other party's heart with a sword.
"Stop!"
The woman shouted, and the man in black immediately stopped attacking, but he was still around him, ready to attack at any time.
"My sister is in Guanlan Town, Pei County, Qincheng, you can't kill me, because we are the same kind as that woman, maybe she still wants to catch up with us!"
The doubts in Mu Ze's heart were even worse, but he didn't show the slightest doubt, as if he knew everything. Let go of the woman, put the sword into the sheath, turn around and leave. He heard the footsteps of the Praetorian Guard patrol, Hong Qi still has a lot to arrange, at this time, it is better not to break out about the death of a brawl in the capital, he is sure that this woman is not the person Cen Ge mainly wants to deal with.
"Hey, my name is Yuan Yaoyao! The wounds on your body are poisonous, clean them up in time! ā
The man didn't pause for half a step, got into a carriage without any markings, and disappeared into the night.
"Miss, how are you? Do you want to find a doctor first? ā
Yuan Yaoyao shook her head, took two steps forward, and picked up a dark gray silk handkerchief on the ground, which he had just wiped the blood stains and discarded, so simple that there were no ornaments, but Yuan Yaoyao wrapped this silk handkerchief around her left wrist like a baby, and ordered
"Let's go!"
When Beicheng returned to Zewang's Mansion to resume his life, he happened to see that the third master was taking medicine by himself, and immediately stepped forward to check the situation, only to see that there was a deep wound on his wrist, and the skin and flesh around the wound were a little black and festering, obviously poisoned by the wound that could not heal.
"Third master, this is not a way, I'll invite the second master!"
Mu Ze also frowned, according to this festering speed, I am afraid that my arm will be scrapped tomorrow, and it seems that I really want to ask Zhiqiu to come over.
"You go and invite the second master, but remember not to alarm the ninth master, and also, send a message to Cen Ge, the address is Guanlan Town, Pei County, Qincheng."
Beicheng is clear, the third master is afraid that the ninth master will be worried, and he is also a little surprised in his heart, the third master met Brother Cen?
"Got it."
Beicheng immediately went to the stable, picked up a fast horse, and galloped towards the military base. The upper and lower wrists were tightly tied with white cloth bands, and it was obviously just a knife cut, but now there were ulcers the thickness of two fingers. Han Ling, who had returned from errands, was carefully using a red-baked dagger to pick up the carrion for the third master to prevent the wound from festering too quickly. A night breath came to his face, Mu Ze raised his head, and his good-looking eyes were dyed with a faint helplessness.
Beicheng didn't follow up with interest, he didn't mean to let Jiu Ye know~!
Zhiqiu treated Mu Ze's wounds, and Jiuqing stood aside and watched without saying a word, without speaking or looking at Mu Ze from beginning to end. Until the wound was completely healed, Zhiqiu commanded people to go down and boil the medicine, and everyone exited the room, leaving only Mu Ze and Jiuqing, Mu Ze tried to get up from the chair, and a slender and slender hand pressed him
"Don't make a big deal just yet."
Mu Ze stretched out his active hand and grabbed Jiuqing's hand
"You seem to be angry."
Jiuqing seemed to be afraid that he would involve his injured hand, and it seemed that it was because of something else, so he followed his hand, squatted down, leaned his head in his arms, and didn't speak for a long time. Mu Ze had never seen such a Jiuqing, docile, weak, sentimental, little woman, she wanted to caress her with her other hand, but she was afraid that she would be worried about the wound, so she could only rub her delicate little hand with the hand she was holding, and her heart throbbed.
For a long time, until the Chinese medicine was boiled, the maid brought the medicine, but was stopped by Beicheng and gently placed it on the steps. Jiuqing raised his head from Mu Ze's arms, turned around and went to the door to take medicine, Mu Ze felt a dull distress in his heart, he saw the tears in the corners of Jiuqing's eyes, this is not a heavy injury, but it makes Jiuqing worried.
took a round stool over, took the medicine, and fed Mu Ze one bite at a time, she would never treat a person like this, no matter how important that person was to her, she felt that this was a kind of hypocrisy. But now she wanted to do it, she knew that her mood was not quite right today, she wanted to try what it was like, and then the heart that had been hanging from knowing that he was injured had become peaceful and real under the action of feeding the medicine in one mouthful.
"I'm scared, I've never been scared when I've lived so big, the only two times are because of you, once now, and once in Junkou."
Jiuqing put down the empty medicine bowl and looked at Mu Ze, the weakness in her eyes was undisguised, and she didn't need to hide it in front of someone who could make her feel distressed. Mu Ze's eyes burned like a flame, and he looked at Jiuqing fixedly and stretched out his hand towards her
"Xiao Jiu, I want to hug you."
Jiuqing glanced at his injured hand, and when he was sure that it would not be pressed, he gently leaned on him, feeling his powerful heartbeat, and his heart was never stable, it turned out that one day, she Su Jin could also enjoy peace like this, and experience what dependence is, dependence from the bottom of her heart.
Mu Ze reached out and kept caressing her back, feeling her gradually calm down from the slight tremors, gently soothing her
"Don't worry, I'm fine, I'm fine."
"No matter what your situation is, don't hide it from me."
When Beicheng came to invite the second brother to the palace, she knew that something was wrong, but Beicheng was vague, obviously under his order, not allowed to publicize, but the more she was like this, the more anxious she became, when she heard Beicheng carefully describe the wound as festering, Jiuqing almost grabbed the second brother and threw it on the horse and galloped. She didn't know what the festering situation was, whether it would expand too quickly and not have time to be treated, the dignified Jiuqing, the world-famous Jiuqing, had never been so disturbed, just because this person was Mu Ze, who had just decided to like Mu Ze, he unconsciously occupied an incomparably deep position in his heart.
Mu Zemo rubbed the corner of her forehead and answered softly
"Okay."
There is a special love called Jiuqing style...