【Chapter 16】Don't worry

"Old man, old man, come and help!" Huiren, who was helping in his fifties by the stove, suddenly heard a tight call. Originally, my wife went out to get some firewood, but she didn't come back for most of the day. Not only that, but it was easy to hear the voice, so I still asked him to go out and help! The boss was reluctant in his heart, and muttered "Pull me up for everything", and an old man with white hair walked out.

Because it was dark, I didn't see clearly. When I got closer, I found that my wife was covered in blood. He was so frightened that he almost knelt down, his voice trembling: "What's the matter, ・・・・・・ you?"

The old wife struggled to hug a person, and whispered: "What are you doing in a daze, quickly carry her in with me." Only then did I find out that my wife was still holding a person in her arms.

It's a girl! Her lips were still moving slightly as she was pierced through her chest by a sharp arrow. The old man's hands trembled for a long time before he hugged her.

"Who is she?" The old man felt uneasy, thinking that saving such an unknown person would cause great trouble, and perhaps the assassin in his arms was the assassin who had just caused the whole camp to be in trouble.

Assassin! His hand shook heavily. The man in his arms almost fell to the ground. He immediately remembered that there were cavalrymen searching carefully for something from tent to tent to tent. As for what it was, those soldiers didn't say, and he didn't dare to ask. At the end, one of the leaders said to him with a smile: "Old man, although you don't have any assassins here, you have to find a few people to ask, you see..."

The old man immediately understood, and took out a few taels of silver from his extremely reluctant wife next to him: "Official, you take it to drink tea." We just cook for the army, and we don't know anything else. ”

The captain of the leading troops weighed a few times in his hand with satisfaction, and said to the cavalry who was still looking around: "There is no problem here, let's go." "Say that, and walk away.

Before the dust from the horse's hooves fell, the wife couldn't stop complaining: "It's him again, it's really not a thing!" And you, so willingly, take out the silver, do you know that I have been saving for a long time, and I want to give..."

Speaking of which, I can't say any more. He has been on the army for several years, and he has never seen his son again. Children of wealthy families are born with a longevity lock around their necks. Their family was poor and had no money to buy one, so they brought a piece of bamboo around the child's neck. I thought that one day if I saw it and couldn't recognize it, I would be sure by that piece of bamboo.

So he and his wife made two unknown men for the army. I always hope to see him again one day. Every time they didn't wait for the end of the war, they would rush out, look carefully at each face with their dizzy old eyes, and examine one corpse after another. Everyone laughed at the two old madmen, but no one knew that every night, the two old men would repeat the conversation over and over again.

"I didn't see him today."

"Well, I didn't see it, he didn't die in battle."

"It means he's still alive."

"Yes, he's alive."

"He's supposed to be taller by now."

"Yes, he's almost taller than me now."

"It's a lot stronger, too."

"Stronger than I was."

"When the child is older, it's time to find him a family affair."

"It's time to marry him."

"I'll find him tomorrow."

"Definitely."

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The two of them were silent at the same time, "Qi'er, where are you・・・・・・" The old man silently muttered the same words in his heart.

The dry firewood by the stove was still full, and my wife said that the firewood was not enough to burn and ran out. Both of them knew that it was a clumsy excuse, and the wife must not want him to see her cry, so she ran out and cried alone. It's just that she didn't expect that she would pick up someone by the way.

Carrying the girl into the tent, he hurried out and grabbed his wife's hand: "This person may not be an assassin!" ”

The wife was busy cleaning up the blood stains outside, and she didn't care at all: "What does it matter, she's still a child." Children younger than our children. ”

The old man was speechless for a while, and was helped by his wife.

"And what about her injuries?" The old man also let go.

The old wife whispered to him: "Quietly invite Princess Moxian to come, and say that I have typhoid fever." ”

Although she is just a neglected girl from a Han girl captured on the battlefield, her wife, who is also a Han person, always likes to call her a princess. It's like calling my son Lin'er.

The old man went quietly. Although there was still some worry in his heart, a pair of thin hands no longer trembled.

Came to a small tent that was only a dozen steps apart. The old man sighed, he was also a hard-working child. His mother went before she was a month, and he and his wife raised her on goat's milk. If it is a return to life, even if it is just a child of a maid, there will be a Hui king who will personally get the name. She was the only one who had been using the Han name that her mother had taken down, and King Hui had never asked.

It's just that this girl is smart and studious, unlike other emperors who chase and fight all day long, and likes to stay quietly alone and read some medical books. Slowly, when people were sick, they would come to her. Sometimes, even wounded soldiers would come to her.

Bandaging the wounds of the soldiers who had been injured in the fight just now, Mo Chou, who was tired, slowly lay down in his small tent. The sleepy maid Fuliu had already slept, but she still couldn't sleep. No one knew that this girl who had been treating their injuries was actually afraid of bleeding and had nightmares almost every night. Just now, she didn't know how many times she secretly vomited. In the end, all that came out was water. Even so, she remained silent, pale and dressed the wounds of the soldiers in pain one by one. Even if someone can't help but hurt and rudely scold her, she won't abandon it.

A familiar voice came from outside the tent: "Don't worry, don't worry, are you sleeping?" ”

Responding softly, she covered her quilt with Fuliu. He straightened his slightly disheveled hair and walked out of the tent. "Uncle, what's the matter?"

The old man couldn't help but sigh at the natural beauty of the woman in front of him, even if she was woken up in the middle of the night, there would be no loss of manners. A few strands of long hair stuck to her forehead, not only did not damage her beauty, but added a bit of youthful charm.

"Your aunt is in a hurry, let you go."

Mo Wei felt a little strange in his heart, but he didn't say anything. He took a wooden box and walked towards a little light not far away.

Entering the old man's tent, she saw a very pale face by the light. It's a girl of the same age. There was also an undrawn feather arrow stuck in his slightly undulating chest.

"Who is she?" After a moment of astonishment, she found that there was a dagger in her hand, which was hidden by the darkness.

The old man ignored his wife's eyes: "It turned out to be some princess of Da Zhou, but just now, she assassinated King Hui." ”

"Assassinate the king!" Hiding the vibration in his heart, Mo Wei slowly set his eyes on the person with his eyes closed. Even if King Hui, as a father, did not show the slightest concern for her, she never wanted anyone to hurt him. However, even if it was her own father, she did not want to see him kill people, and she did not want to see him destroy many people's families.

Although she didn't know anything but medicine, she knew that life didn't exist for the sake of killing. Life, only alive, is the most beautiful, whether it is a Hui person or a Han person.

Forcefully wrench away the tightly clenched hand and remove the sharp dagger. Looking under the lamp, you can faintly see the undried blood. Whether she killed someone just now or not, now, she wants to use this sharp blade to save a life.

The sharp dagger cut off the excess shaft of the arrow in one fell swoop. After carefully wiping the wound, she gritted her teeth and slowly picked out the deeply submerged arrow little by little. Blood, immediately gushing out. Sprinkle the hemostatic powder on it and press the wound firmly.

The man who was still unconscious screamed in pain, beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on his forehead, and his hands were constantly struggling.

"Hold her!" Mo Wei lifted his face, which was also covered with sweat.

The old man hurriedly pressed Namudor's hands and feet.

When the struggle slowly stopped, Mo Wei gasped for breath and wiped the sweat from his face. While carefully bandaging the wound, he asked the old man, "Where did those people who escaped today come from?" ”

The old man had an expression that he didn't know: "They seem to be Han Chinese, and they are walking towards the Guannei." I heard that another general was beheaded for not catching them. ”

After washing his hands in the basin, Mo Wei took out a few silver carts on his body, thought about it, pulled out the only hosta on his head, and handed it to the old man together: "Tomorrow, you go and buy her a ginseng." When I came back, I mixed it with other medicines, fried it and gave it to her to drink. She's lost so much blood that that's probably not enough. ”

The old man looked at her in amazement, "This is the only thing your mother left you, such a precious thing, you can bear to sell it?" ”

mentioned the mother who had passed away a long time ago, Mo Wei's eyes turned red, and he immediately returned to normal: "No matter how precious things are, they are not as important as life." ”

After straightening out the medicine box, he turned around and said goodbye. Behind him is the sigh of the old man and the bodhisattva.