Jing Shu put down the knife and found a handkerchief to painstakingly wrap the wound on her wrist. She found another basket to put on her arm, and settled down on her as she walked out of the yard.

After closing the courtyard door, Jing Jingshu looked around and walked towards the nearest pharmacy to her home.

Along the way, the streets and alleys were full of officers and soldiers in armor and weapons in their hands. Three steps, one post, five steps and one sentry, each sentry has someone holding a portrait of Nangong Yi in his hand, everyone passing by has to pull it to compare, and the passers-by are all worried.

Although Jingshu rarely goes out on weekdays, the deafening explosion yesterday still woke up a certain part of her nerves. She was a person who had lived through a lifetime, and knew that it was brought about by the power of black powder.

Nangong Yi returned with injuries at night, and the knife wound medicine had to be caught separately, Jing Jingshu already understood in her heart that Nangong Yi was afraid that she was the one who caused panic in the palace yesterday!

Jingshu came to the pharmacy through the checkpoints, she looked around, hesitated for a moment and bowed her head and walked in.

"Come, Madame to see a doctor or to grab medicine?" The guy stepped forward and asked.

"Grab the medicine."

Jing Shu took out a prescription from her arms and handed it to the guy.

The guy looked at it and handed it to the cabinet.

The guy in charge of grabbing the medicine on the counter looked at the prescription, skillfully opened the cabinet, grabbed the medicine, weighed it, and poured it into several pieces of yellow paper.

Jing Shu stood on the side and waited patiently, and it didn't take long for the medicine to be ready, and the guy handed Jing Shu a few bags of medicine in the package:

"Your medicine is good, a total of two dollars of silver."

Jing Shu took the medicine, smiled at the guy and said, "I accidentally injured my hand at work, and I want to buy some more ointment to treat knife wounds." ”

"Okay."

The guy went to the medicine counter and took out a white porcelain bottle from it and handed it to her.

"Plus this three coins."

Jing Shu took out the silver and handed it to him, took the medicine and walked out.

When she walked out of the door, two officers and soldiers came to her, and when she saw Jingshu holding medicine in her hand, she stopped her.

"What kind of medicine did you catch?"

Jingshu's heart beat suddenly, she took out the prescription and handed it to him, and replied in a low voice: "The woman is unwell, so she grabbed it to regulate her body." ”

One of the officials took the prescription and glanced at it, then rummaged through her basket and took out the medicine bottle for the treatment of the knife wound.

"What kind of medicine is this?"

Jingshu lowered her head and hid the panic in her eyes: "The woman was cut by a knife while cooking, and this medicine is used to treat knife wounds." ”

"Knife wounds?" The official immediately became alert. "Where's the injury?"

Jing Shu silently rolled up her sleeves and untied the veil that had been dyed red, revealing a bright red wound.

The questioning one who was staring at her wrist glanced a few times and said to the other, "Look at her." After speaking, he took the prescription and entered the pharmacy.

After a while, the official came out, stuffed the prescription back into her hand, and glanced at her face a few times before dodging away.

"Let's go."

The officers and soldiers left, and Jingshu was so frightened that her legs and feet were weak, but her face pretended to be calm. She slowly walked through a street, into a deserted alley, Jing Shu leaned against the wall and patted her chest, took a few deep breaths, and calmed her heart that was beating wildly because of the tension just now.

After resting for a while, Jingshu came to another pharmacy. I took out another recipe and grabbed three more pairs.

Put the medicine in the basket and cover it with blue and white cotton, and Jing Shu's heart returned to normal a little.

On the way home, she bought a small jar of wine and a few eggs.

When I got home, I plugged in the courtyard door, and Jingshu went directly into the upper room.

Nangong Yi, who was already a little confused on the bed, held a long sword in his hand and stared at the door. Seeing Jingshu appear, he let go of his sword in frustration and collapsed on the bed.

"Sir." Jingshu put down the basket and rushed to the bed.

"Medicine...... Caught? ”

"Catch it well, I'll boil it for you." Jing Shu walked out with the basket, came to the kitchen, poked on the stove and boiled the pot of hot water, and then sat the medicine on the stove and boiled it slowly.

Jing Jing Shu returned to the upper room with hot water, poured water into the copper basin, moistened the handkerchief, and came to the bed.

"Sir, I bought medicine for the knife wound, and I'll apply it to you." As he spoke, he lifted the quilt and took off his underwear.

Nangong Yi's leg hurt his bones, and his flesh and blood were turned over. Because there is no medicine, it has begun to become inflamed, red and swollen, and the red and fresh look is very scary.

Jing Jing endured the fear of introversion, first carefully cleaned the wound with water, then applied the knife wound medicine, and then bandaged it with a clean cloth.

Nangong Yi was already burned because of the inflammation of the wound, and he had no ability to resist what Jingshu was doing to him.

Jing Shu stroked his forehead with her hand, and Nangong Yi's forehead was terrifyingly hot.

Jing Shu went to the kitchen to look at the eye medicine, and when she came back, she took out the soju she bought on the road, poured it into a bowl, and began to rub his palms and feet with wine.

After a few times, the heat on Nangong Yi's body began to ease. Jing Shu was relieved at this time.

At night, Nangong Yi drank medicine, subsided fever, and ate a small bowl of porridge, and people also had some energy. He wiped his hands and face and was about to fall asleep when there was a knock on the door like a drum.

"Open the door, open the door ......"

After a moment, Jingshu ran over in a panic: "Sir, there are officers and soldiers." ”

"Don't panic, help me up."

Jing Shu hurriedly stepped forward to help him up. Nangong Yi fumbled a few times under the pillow at the head of the bed, took out a purse, opened the purse, he took out a mask as thin as a cicada's wings and wiped it on his face, he pulled out a hood full of white hair and put it on his head, and in an instant, the middle-aged man turned into an old man with a wrinkled face.

Then he took out another used candle, lit it, and placed it at the head of the bed.

"Now I'm your long-sick daddy, go open the door." Jing Shu was very surprised, he magically changed his face, tidied up the quilt for him, stuffed the clothes that were stained with blood on the outside, and stuffed the clothes under the bed, and Jing Shu walked out.

With the sound of footsteps, several officers and soldiers opened the door and came in, and the one headed by him frowned as soon as he entered the room and looked towards the bed.

Under the dim light in the room, Nangong Yi was lying on the bed with his eyes half-closed.

"Who is this?" The officers and soldiers asked Jing Shu, who followed suit.

"It's my father, I've been sick for a long time."

Another officer and soldier unfolded a portrait in his hand and glanced at Nangong Yi a few times. Covering his mouth and nose, he said sullenly: "It's not him, let's go." ”

There was a smell of dead bodies in this room, and it seemed that this old man was dying. The other officers and soldiers symbolically glanced around the room and hurried out.

The officers and soldiers searched the house again and left with nothing.

After plugging in the door, Jing Shu hurriedly returned to Nangong Yi's side, Nangong Yi had already extinguished the candle and wiped his face.

"Sir, why does this house smell so strange?"

Nangong Yi lay down, closed his eyes, and said, "Don't ask more." Go to sleep, no one will bother you tonight. ”

Jing Shu knew that he had too many secrets that she didn't know. She quietly walked out and closed the door and returned to her room.

Jing Shu didn't know that Nangong Yi was good at using poison, and the gas emitted by that candle would affect people's mood and judgment. The smell of rotting corpses will make people misunderstand that he will be a dying person, and no one will have trouble with a dying person.

Nangong Yi fled, and in addition to strengthening the vigilance in the palace, the entire capital began to enter and exit strictly. The streets and alleys are full of portraits of Nangong Yi, and the 10,000 taels of silver can make people's eyes red and heartbeat.

Almost all of them want to make this windfall, open a shop on the street to do business, and every day when they have nothing to do, they keep an eye on the customers coming and going in the store, first their legs and then their faces.

When there was no one in the store, I moved a bench to the door, and watched the street from person to side. I can't buy and sell, so I went to catch Nangong Yi.

As long as there is a trace of Nangong Yi, whether it is dead or alive, as long as he reports to the official, the life of the family will not be worried for several lifetimes.

This is true of the businessmen who set up shops, and even more so of the small traders and vendors. They have a wide range of activities, and today they are more diligent than the officers and men on this street and that street. Sitting on the side of the road and selling things while sweeping the street with his eyes, as long as Nangong Yi appeared, he didn't run.

Now that the city is full of soldiers, Jingshu is okay and no longer goes out. Nangong Yi was injured and could only drink porridge all day long.

Jingshu was worried all day long, and she couldn't eat anything. The place where they lived was extremely remote, and the officers and soldiers had searched it, so no one bothered them for a while.

……

Weiwu Houfu, Wei Huai'an sent people to Songjiang to take Xichun and pomegranate to the capital, and specially served Su Muling.

Xichun and Pomegranate came out of the house only to hear that the young lady missed them, and there was no one around to serve them, so they asked someone to pick them up.

When they met, they saw that one of Su Muling's faces was half broken, and his body was wrapped like a dumpling, his face was as white as paper, and he almost couldn't cry.

"Who did it? I'm going to kill him. ”

Pomegranate carried the sword, his angry face twisted together, just waiting for Su Muling to say the culprit, so as to avenge Su Muling.

Su Muling stretched out her hand with great effort and asked Xichun to hold her.

"Pomegranate, it was an accident, no one wants to hurt me on purpose."

Su Muling's voice was as small as a mosquito. But Pomegranate still heard.

"Accidents? Miss, how can it be an accident when you are injured like this? You don't say yes, no? I'm going to ask the son. After Pomegranate finished speaking, a rod rushed out.

Su Muling had difficulty turning over at this time, where could she stop her, so she was so anxious that she lay on the bed and shouted to her: "Pomegranate...... Pomegranate ......"

Su Muling had a wound on her face, and her words would involve the wound, and her so-called shouting was almost like a whisper.

Xichun wiped her tears and said hatefully: "Miss has always been kind to others, and she is not willing to hurt others. The so-called good is rewarded with good and evil is rewarded with evil, and if the young lady is injured like this, she should let the pomegranate slaughter this person. The slave is incompetent, and she doesn't have Pomegranate's good kung fu, otherwise she would have followed Pomegranate and would have to avenge Miss if she fought for her life. ”

"You ......"

Su Muling sighed, and the two girls were angry for her. But the other party is Xiao Wenxuan, the current prince. Not to mention revenge, even if you scold him a few words, you may be arrested and put in prison.

What Su Muling was worried about did not happen, and after the pomegranate went out for a long time, he came back dejectedly.

Xichun hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed her and asked, "Have you found the son?" Asked? Who did it? ”