Hurt......

Why does it hurt so much......

He groaned softly. Every inch of my body hurts heartbreakingly; Splitting headaches; The side of the chest was particularly uncomfortable, sometimes it was burning and burning, and sometimes it seemed to freeze into a ball of ice, and the pain was suffocating.

A hand rested on his forehead; A voice said:

"He's ...... fever"

Someone lifted his placket and smeared something on his broken ribs; A sharp pain under the pressure made him groan again and again.

It's so cold. It seems that his whole body is soaked, and his clothes are cold and cold against his body, so uncomfortable.

After a long time, he finally woke up and opened his eyes. It was dark in front of me; It is surrounded by rudimentary adobe bricks, with an iron fence on one side. The dim lights danced out of sight, barely illuminating the tiny cell. A jailer-like man sat outside the bar, and when he woke up, he got up and stepped forward, looking down at him with a little sympathy.

"You're awake," he said, "do you want water?" ”

Shen Ruo spoke weakly, but he couldn't speak; It seemed that a little luck could compress the broken bones in his chest, and the pain made him tremble. The jailer, however, seemed to be able to guess his question, and replied:

"This is the Xiangyang Mansion Jail. You committed suicide by throwing yourself into the water, and when Jinyi Wei rescued you, he accidentally broke your ribs; Originally, I was going to take you to Jingshi, but because you were seriously injured and couldn't go on the road, I temporarily detained you here and left when your injuries improved. ”

Shen Ruoyu raised his uninjured other arm and touched his body in pain, but he didn't touch the autumn wind; The hooks around the waist are gone.

Either he was taken away by Jinyiwei, or when he jumped off the boat and threw himself into the river, he slipped off his body and fell into the river. In short, no matter which possibility he had, he had already lost the autumn wind and could never get it back.

He turned his face away to the inner wall, closed his eyes in despair, and did not move.

He lay quietly in prison for two days. The yellow civet came every day, and Shen Ruoyu just closed his eyes and didn't say anything regardless of what the other party said.

On the third day, the pain in his chest had subsided and he was numb; He can even try to roll over and sit up slowly. He still doesn't speak, and only tries to move when no one is watching. But whenever anyone came to visit, he continued to pretend that he was too wounded to move, and lay there with a faint breath, groaning at the slightest touch of the wound.

After another two days, he heard the yellow raccoon say to the jailer that the schedule had been delayed and could not be postponed any longer; At most, if you observe for another day, after a day, there is still no improvement, so you can only carry him back to Beijing.

That night, he lay quietly on a straw mat, listening to the movement outside. He had been listening attentively for two days, but he still couldn't tell what the layout was outside, how deep and how many organs this government prison was. The surroundings were always quiet, and only when Jinyi Wei came to visit, there were voices outside.

At this moment, there was a dead silence outside. Maybe everything is an illusion, a trap; Perhaps outside, a rain of guns and arrows has already been laid out, and heavy troops are in a dense formation; At least, it's also an underground fortress of a nine-song labyrinth, so he can't find an exit.

Even if his ribs were good, the torture made him weak all over, and he was only left with half a life; What's more, his injuries are far from healing. But he couldn't do that much, and he couldn't afford to wait; If he doesn't leave here tonight, he will be tied up, carried on a stretcher, and escorted back to Beijing; After entering the Beijing Division, what awaited him was the Jinyi Guard Prison and the prestigious Jinyi Guard's punishment. He tried every means to destroy the secret letter of the King of Shu, and almost died for it; But that's far from the end of it. Jin Yiwei's punishment, how could he possibly withstand it? He didn't even want to imagine it. Maybe it's not this night to make a desperate gamble and fight to the death; If you can't escape, you have to fight to die in this Xiangyang prison, no matter what, it is a hundred times stronger than the Jingshi.

He listened for a long time, concluded that there was no movement outside, and made up his mind, so he turned his head, and in a weak voice, asked the only jailer who remained in the cell for a drink.

The kind jailer took the glass of water, unlocked the iron bar, went into the cage, crouched down beside him, and stretched out his hand to help him up and feed him.

Shen Ruoyu saw the opportunity, sat up suddenly, hit the jailer's forehead, and immediately knocked the other party unconscious, fell to the ground, unconscious, and sprinkled himself.

Then, he couldn't help the sharp pain in his chest, and he also fell down, hugged his arms around his chest, and spasmed all over, but he didn't dare to make a sound, for fear of attracting people, he gritted his teeth, and almost fainted.

It took a while for him to get through the pain, in one breath. He barely stood up, stumbled out of the cage with a heavy head, and then after a moment's pause, cautiously opened the cell door, and walked out.

When he went out, he was stunned. There is nothing around; There is no rain of guns and arrows, no nine-song maze, and no heavy soldiers. There was not a single figure; Not even a single brick - high walls, iron bars, all gone; It turned out that what he had been in for a few days was not a government prison at all, but a lonely house, located in a deserted wilderness, surrounded by a bare grave, and there was not even a tree.

His mind was full of confusion and incredulity, but he didn't have time to think; Just because there's no one around doesn't mean it's really empty, and it doesn't mean that no one will be there at all times. He lifted his spirits, gathered his strength, endured the constant sharp stinging of the wound, and staggered down the only discernible dirt road away from the lonely house.

The night was deep. Shen Ruoyu ran for a short while, then he couldn't hold on anymore, sat down, gasped for a while, waited for the pain to subside a little, gritted his teeth and struggled to stand up, didn't dare to run again, but he didn't dare to stop anymore, he could only continue to walk in the dark with three shakes in one step.

He didn't know how long he had been like this, and he couldn't have known where he was. After a long time, the pain in the wound has begun to dull and numb. His throat was so thirsty that he could no longer feel his legs walking clearly. After a while, he suddenly realized that there was no longer a road in front of him, and only then did he realize that he had unconsciously walked to the river.

He didn't even know what kind of river the pitch-black river in front of him was, whether it was Han water or not. He sleepwalked a few steps along the river, and his eyes were so dim that he couldn't see anything clearly. Maybe if he continues to walk, he will plunge headlong into the river, and he will not feel it at all. Hazy and messy fragments of consciousness began to float up one by one in front of his mind, and soon filled his entire vision and mind, still rushing out, chaotic and overlapping, crowded. More and more he couldn't see, hear, or feel pain, only these floating and out-of-control consciousnesses, tearing at each other, tearing outward from all directions.

Father...... Yanwang ...... What exactly am I doing? You're lying to yourself...... It turns out that I have been lying to myself......

He stopped suddenly, realizing that he had hit something, but he couldn't tell whether the other party was hard or soft, only that he had fallen, but he didn't have the strength to make a sound.

A voice seemed to sound in the distance:

"Shen Ruoliao, if you are injured like this, where do you want to run?"

Hands seized him from the ground; He awoke suddenly, and the living fear instantly returned to him; He struggled to shake off his grip on his arm, and a tingling pain in his chest stung him unsteadily, and he fell down; The moment he fell to the ground, his heart was horizontal, he rolled outward, rolled himself off the river embankment, and fell into the dark river. He didn't know what kind of force made him choose to throw himself into the river for the second time without hesitation after just experiencing it once; He was so frightened that he didn't have any courage at all. Perhaps it all stems from this fear in the end—the fear of knowing that if you don't do so, you'll only suffer a darker torment than drowning.

When the yellow raccoon saw him rolling down the embankment, he instantly disappeared into the dark river, and he couldn't see even a shadow, so he immediately panicked, and wanted to rush down the embankment with his men to find someone; At this time, one of his subordinates pointed to the river and shouted:

"My lord, look—"

At the same time as the cry began, the yellow raccoon saw that a small house boat suddenly came out of the reeds at the corner of the embankment near it, as if it had been waiting there for a long time, and had been prepared; The ship has a mast and the sails are closed; There was a lamp hung in the bow and stern of the boat, and a long figure stood quietly in the bow of the boat, looking at the people on the shore, and simply bowed his hand and did not make a sound.

When the yellow fox saw the man's face in the light, he was taken aback, did not speak, stood silently on the embankment, stretched out his hand to stop his men, and watched from a distance as the two boatmen on the boat fished the unconscious Shen Ruoliao out of the water and carried him into the cabin.

The man at the bow of the boat then smiled faintly at the shore and nodded, saluted again, and turned and walked into the cabin. In the dim light, the boat turned around, and the sails rose and spread on the mast; Immediately afterward, the boat quickly disappeared into the dark of the river.

The yellow raccoon stood silent for a moment, then turned to face his men; The jailer who had been knocked unconscious by Shen Ruoxiao before was also by his side at this moment, looking at him at a loss, like everyone else, waiting for him to give an order.

He opened his mouth and commanded in a low voice:

"Go and tear down the prison house, and scatter the bricks into the river; The rest was set on fire and burned to ashes. We must rush on the road and return before dawn, without delay, let alone leaving a trace. Got it? ”

The well-trained samurai did not speak, but nodded silently and neatly, and hurried away. The tanuki also left and disappeared into the night.