This jade plaque, most of them is a token of the Tang Gate, this chick carries it on her back, enough to prove her identity, yesterday the fireboat on the Zhanggong Beach of the Jialing River attacked the official ship, most of them are also related to this chick, but I don't understand, yesterday no one jumped out to do it with the officers and soldiers, there was no fighting, the people of the Criminal Prison Department rushed to Shizhao County overnight to go to the night, where was this chick injured? How can they hide in the hole on this mountain?

Could it be ...... This chick attacked the county seat last night and fled here after being injured?

Shizhao County is more than 30 miles away from the dry road of Lijia Village, it is more convenient to take the waterway, and it will be a quarter or two hours to arrive along the water, but at this moment Zhanggongtan is blocked, and the boat can not go down and can not come up, only take the dry road. Changsun Hong looked at the blood stains oozing from the black cloth on the woman's belly, and shook his head again and again, if this is the case, the chick in front of him can be called Lan Bo of the Song Dynasty.

The knife wound was replaced by a slash on his body, which was enough to kill him, and the blood had flowed for so long, hemorrhagic shock could lead to death, and it was a miracle that the chick was still alive at the moment, thinking that she had just gotten up her strength to fly out of the hole and stab someone, it was a miracle of miracles.

Changsun Hong couldn't help but become more and more interested in the identity of the woman, what kind of organization is Tangmen? If the people inside were as tenacious as this chick and formed a separate team to enter Beijing to make trouble in the imperial city, Li Zong's head probably wouldn't stay on his neck for long.

The porcelain bottle powder sprinkled on the woman's wound, Changsun Hong didn't know what it was, sat on the ground and thought about it, and felt that it was better to go back and get some wine to disinfect it safely, there was a crappy doctor in the village, and it was good to ask for some anti-inflammatory and muscle-building powder to come back, saving people's lives is better than creating a seven-level floating slaughter, not to mention a little woman, let her fend for herself and can't bear it.

After erecting the vines and making a simple scaffold, after passing under the woman's arms, Changsun Hong climbed up the pit and pulled the person up with great difficulty, taking a lot of time because he was careful not to aggravate her injuries in the process.

The cave had become a stove, and the high temperature had baked the walls of the cave red, obviously not suitable for putting people in, and the eldest grandson Hong looked at the sun, it was clear and cloudless, and it didn't look like it was going to rain, so he simply dragged the woman under a big tree and leaned against the trunk.

The big tree is located in the dense forest, and there are shrubs to shade it, if you don't look closely, you don't know that there is still a person lying here, after all this, Changsun Hong probed the woman's snort again, it was still weak, it seemed that the injury and the jump of the force had exhausted the girl's energy and fell into a deep coma.

Human coma is a kind of nervous system self-protection, in order to block the pain and the body to repair itself, the longer the coma, the more traumatic it is. Changsun Hong understood this, and according to his judgment, she would not wake up for at least an hour or two.

Look at the sky, it was still early, and Changsun Hong hurriedly went down the mountain, and had to rush over to buy medicine before the closing door of the wandering Langzhong in the village.

As soon as I walked to the entrance of the village, I saw that in addition to Ding Zhuang, who was already in the village, there was a team of more than ten people guarding there, these people were holding spears and knives, and there were two leaders, wearing the clothes of the county yamen, and carrying iron rulers and chains.

It's a native soldier brought by the county's fluttering class! Changsun Hong's heart sank, and he became more and more determined about the identity of the girl on the mountain, and most of the county had an accident last night.

The Xiang army is only available in the state capital, and it is under the management of the regiment, and in addition to the strong, soap, and fast three classes in the county, the native soldiers recruited during the emergency can be regarded as extremely mobilized, and the native soldiers are actually the villagers who serve in the service, and the lance is called "soldiers".

In the eyes of the people of the Song Dynasty, it is a very lowly job to be an errand in the yamen, and the common people call them "bad people", non-officials and non-officials, they are inferior people who are only higher than criminals, and their children are not allowed to participate in the imperial examination for life, and they are wallowing in the dust and mud all their lives, begging for some hard money and living.

But cheap is cheap, but the power is not small, just take people to arrest people to find a reason, casually slander a crime can destroy a medium-sized family, is that most of the people who have no backing see these people, are very polite and flattering, lest they offend and cause trouble.

Therefore, although they were guarding the roadside, the two messengers sat on a bench, eating the melons and fruits offered by the villagers, and stared at the local soldiers with their eyes to check on their work, and did not go down to the ground themselves.

Changsun Hong knew those Ding Zhuang, and said to the local soldiers, and it passed, he sneaked to the side, and pulled a familiar and talkative Ding Zhuang to inquire, that Ding Zhuang is also a good person, and quietly whispered to him: "There was a big incident in the county last night!" Some bandits slipped into the city, took advantage of the unpreparedness of the government, killed them in the prison, robbed the important criminals escorted by the mission, and killed some officers and soldiers, escaped from the city, and the box army pursued all the way, setting up cards on all sides, and wanted to take people to ask for guilt! You can go back quickly. ”

Ding Zhuang secretly pointed to the official sitting on the stool in the distance, and frightened: "See? Catch fast from the county! The knife in your waist is meant to kill! Your father and your second uncle are about to come back from the riverside, go back and play tricks, don't stay outside and make trouble! ”

In the eyes of the villagers, Changsun Hong is a twelve-year-old child, although he is literate and hyphenated, he is still a child, and his attitude towards him is mostly joking.

Changsun Hong pretended to be frightened, nodded, and ran away, Na Ding Zhuang stood in place, looking at his back, laughing.

I went around the village and found the house of You Fang Lang, this Lang's medical skills are not high, and it is a few points stronger than witchcraft, he understands some elementary pharmacology, and will be equipped with some Chinese medicine for colds and diarrhea, even if he is a good doctor at the level of imperial medicine in the village, his status is very high, and he lives by selling some medicinal materials among the villagers and collecting some pitiful consultation fees, and he is sitting at home at this time.

Changsun Hong panicked, saying that someone in the village was bruised when digging stones by the river, bleeding nonstop, and came to ask for some medicine, Lang Zhong saw that it was Baozheng's son to run errands, but he was not suspicious, and rummaged through the cabinet and found out a bottle of gold sore medicine that I don't know how many years old, and received Changsun Hong's five cents, and sent him away with a smile.

Changsun Hong returned home again, there was still no one at home, Zhang should still be busy in the field, he went straight to the stove room, from the corner to find his father's eldest grandson Hao's wine jar, poured out a bowl of bad wine, the wine was secretly brewed by the people in the village, given to Baozheng to drink, at this time there was nowhere to find wine, so he could only settle.

The wine was filled with a small crockpot filled with water at school, and the eldest grandson Hong took the crockpot medicine bottle, turned back when he went out, took Zhang's sewing kit, went out from the other side of the village, went around in a big circle, went up the mountain in a bend, climbed a sweat, and returned to the mountain where he practiced martial arts.

The glade was still as silent as ever, and the afternoon wind blew through the treetops, and the leaves danced, startling a flock of chirping birds, which flew through the air for a while, and then lazily landed on another branch, pecking at each other's feathers, and looking around for the worms.

The smoke of the cave that was blackened by the fire curled up, and a large pile of grass ash accumulated at the entrance of the cave, which was blown everywhere by the wind, the eldest grandson Hong patted his head in annoyance, and suddenly remembered something, hurried over, rummaged outside the cave entrance, and turned out the lotus leaf bag wrapped in the remnants of the roast chicken from under a pile of stones, and saw that the lotus leaf was intact, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's a pity if this kind of food is defaced with ash." Sniffing the smell of meat, Changsun Hong's gluttony was almost hooked again, and he used great perseverance to stop the desire to swallow the meat.

"Keep it for the dog, you can't eat it, you can't eat it!" The eldest grandson Hong drooled and muttered to himself, wrapped the lotus leaf back, and encouraged himself while wrapping it: "This kind of crude roast chicken, I didn't eat it in my previous life, what is there to eat?" Don't eat, don't eat! ”

A chill slowly stuck to the neck, and even the cold was a little itchy, and when Changsun Hong was shocked, he suddenly found that behind the shadow projected by the sun on the ground, there was an extra shadow.

The shadow was holding a sword around his neck.

The sword was sharp, just like the one that came out of the cave.

"Smack!" With a bang, the lotus leaf fell to the ground with a small half-roasted chicken, and the chicken rolled all over the ground.

"Little, little, miss, sister, I, I have no malice!" Changsun Hong lowered his head, stared at the shadow on the ground in a cold sweat, felt the swishing chill on his neck with his skin, and stammered: "I, I'm here to bring you medicine!" ”

The shadow didn't speak, just pressed the blade tighter.