He was still alive, but he was seriously injured, especially the dantian was severely damaged. It is said that no matter how low the skill is, there will be internal force in the dantian, even if it is exhausted, there will be a little protection of the dantian, which is also the instinctive self-preservation of the dantian. But there was no trace of internal strength in his dantian, and he was still seriously lacking in essence, as if he had been drained of his essence by something.

"It can't be that I met a female ghost, and I was picked with yang energy, right?" Ye Qingyan looked at the horse that was still grazing slowly, helped the man in white up, and then threw it on the horse's back.

And this time, it was found that the knee-length shoe of his left foot was full of blood.

Ye Qingyan took off his shoes, poured out half a catty of blood, and then slowly rolled up his trouser legs...... As far as the eye can see, I can't help but blurt out! I saw that a bloody wound about a foot long had been cut on the slender and tight calf, and the flesh was rolled and blurred, and blood was still gurgling outward.

looked around, then pulled the sweat towel of the leading evil man, tied the calf of the man in white, and helped him temporarily stop the bleeding. Then he looked at the dead bodies in the place, and searched the belongings of the leading evil man, found a small bottle of medicine, and then led the horse and carried the man in white away.

Since she can speak fluently and naturally Yan Dynasty dialect, eighty percent of them are people of the Yan Dynasty, and they look similar, she can't keep him, even if she dies, she has to be transported back to the Yan Dynasty.

When Xiao Changqi led his troops to fight, it was a pity that many soldiers failed to return to their homeland. Later, after he turned those foreign territories into the Yan Dynasty, those soldiers were also considered to have settled in their new land.

Carrying a seriously injured man down the mountain, the speed was very slow, and he could not reach the bottom of the mountain until dark. However, he found a grass hut, and there was a mountain spring stream next to the grass hut, which was very convenient for resting, so Ye Qingyan stopped.

Helping the man in white to lie down on the wooden bed in the thatched hut, he found a large clay pot and a wooden spoon with a gap, boiled hot water with the clay pot, and helped the man in white to treat his wounds first.

In addition to taking some emergency medicine and needles, she carried some emergency medicine and needles. This guy was lucky enough to meet her. Otherwise, his little life would really be difficult to protect.

He was hit by Crisp Bone Powder, which was actually a powerful drug, and the vial she found from the leader just now was the antidote to Crisp Bone Powder.

It's just that the wound on his leg has to be stitched up first, and it's okay to be unconscious, so it hurts.

After Ye Qingyan soaked the needles and sheep intestines with high-concentration wine, he used wine to clean the wounds on the man's legs, fortunately, the flesh wounds did not hurt the muscles and bones, and after recovery, it should not have an impact on walking.

Her needlework is really not good, if Chunyu is here, she can stitch the wound evenly, almost after healing, there is no obvious scar.

If the needlework is not good, the stitching will be slow, and the thread mouth will be crooked. I don't know what this person will think when he wakes up......

"Needlework is terrible." The man told her now what he thought.

Ye Qingyan just finished sewing, and took small scissors to cut the sheep intestines.

Hearing the man's words, he calmly raised his head, looked into the man's dark eyes, and replied: "If it's ugly, I can remove the thread immediately, you do a good job, do it yourself." ”

"......" The man was so knowledgeable that he was silent.

Ye Qingyan took out a medicine bottle from his baggage, as well as a roll of clean bandages, and handed it to the man, "Since you're awake, come by yourself, I still have to cook." ”

The man watched her drop her things, waved his sleeves and left, the corners of his lips pale from blood loss first frozen...... Then he slowly showed a sly smile, and said in a very low voice: "I can be regarded as finding you!" ”

Ye Qingyan found a few hemp sweet potatoes at the back of the grass house, which has the effect of replenishing qi and blood, but it is very suitable for the men in the house to eat.

I dug up the rhizomes of two hemp sweet potatoes, the rhizomes with the thickness of my wrist, and boiled a clay pot full of them.

She first ate a small half while it was hot to fill her hungry stomach, and fed the rest half to the man.

He ate very happily, and he ate whatever he wanted. In the end, she even ate the ginseng slices she put in the pot to boil together.

Ye Qingyan observed him while feeding him.

Although his face is delicate and beautiful like a woman, there is a faint air of nobility between his eyebrows, which makes it impossible to blaspheme and despise him. The act of eating also reveals the etiquette that comes from the high gate and the big valve and has been in the top position for a long time.

After feeding, Ye Qingyan brushed the open-mouth pottery pot again, reconnected a pot of water, and put it on the fire.

"What's your name? It's from the Yan Dynasty, right? Ye Qingyan put a few damp sticks of firewood into the fire, and listened to the sparks exploding in the fire due to the wet wood, making a crackling sound.

The man looked at Ye Qingyan who was burning the fire, the firelight reflected on her face, and her facial features shimmered hazy, "Chu Jiu, Yan Dynasty Jizhou people." ”

"I'm also from Jizhou." Ye Qingyan pulled out a few fist-sized mud balls from the fire, and distributed half of them to the man, "My name is Mingyan, seventeen years old, what about you?" ”

"Twenty-one." Chu Jiu replied.

Ye Qingyan opened a mud egg, and there were speckled bird eggs inside, "Coincidentally, my husband is also twenty-one years old." ”

"Husband? You're married. Chu Jiu did the same, and also peeled off a bird's egg.

"Yes, my husband is very good." Ye Qingyan peeled off the eggshell, and there were white and tender eggs inside, so he didn't eat it, but handed it to the man, "Here you go, look at you haven't done this kind of work, don't spoil the bird eggs I finally found." ”

"Then you like it...... Your husband? Chu Jiu asked.

Ye Qingyan nodded without hesitation, "I like it." ”

Chu Jiu's eyes suddenly flashed with a strange color, but soon that strange color was hidden again, and he slowly ate the bird eggs that Ye Qingyan peeled for him, only to feel that this taste was the best in the world.

"Where's your husband?"

"My husband is at home, and he is busy."

"Why aren't you at home? After the average woman gets married, don't they all teach each other husband and children? ”

"You also said that she is an ordinary woman, what about me, not ordinary, I am a second-in-one, hey~" Ye Qingyan smiled heartlessly, but there was a hint of indistinguishable obscurity in his smile.

The water in the clay pot was boiling, Ye Qingyan used a wooden spoon to break away a pill, and then handed it to Chu Jiu.

"Drink it cold."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, we are all from the Yan Dynasty, and we help each other when we go out. Maybe one day I'll be in trouble, and someone else can help me. ”

"Good people are rewarded for their kindness."

"But I'm not a good person, at least a bad person. Well, it's not good, it's not bad. How did you get hurt? Who is chasing you? Ye Qingyan changed the topic and chatted with Chu Jiu, slowly peeling and eating his own bird eggs.