As Mu Cangping expected, Liangqing arrived at the herb village at dusk.

He could have been faster, but Chang Qianfo stuffed his shoes into the bag of a messenger and took him hundreds of miles by mistake. When I found out that I was fooled, I turned back, and a day and a night passed.

The urgent official document of the post envoy, riding six hundred miles of urgency, changing horses at the post stations along the way, even if Liangqing rides a bloody BMW, it is not easy to catch up. When Chang Qianfo was fighting with others in the tea house on the side of the road, Liangqing led the iron guard to gallop by, chasing the messenger who left a scent all the way.

If it weren't for that, Chang Qianfo's little tricks might not be able to fool Liangqing over.

Changjiabao's powerful intelligence network completely failed in the face of Chang Qianfo, and the iron guards were all the way to Chang Qianfo's left and right, and they were played around.

Liangqing was still on fire at first, and when he ran non-stop for two days and one night with a group of people, and finally caught Chang Qianfo in Bencao Zhuangzi, he lost his temper at all.

The twilight will be scattered, and the torches will be lit in the herbal village.

The iron guards were two posts and one round, a shift of twenty people, together with the guards in Zhuangzi, nearly 100 people, twenty steps and one sentry, surrounded the courtyard where Chang Qianfo stayed.

The pine oil torch goes around the courtyard and extends outward in six ways. From a distance, it looks like a snake of fire.

Under Mumen's close surveillance, the two horse-drawn carts could not hide their tracks. Since it is useless to dodge, it is better to open the door to face the battle generously, so as not to find the tracked killer and touch Zhuangzi randomly.

In summer, the plants and trees are prosperous, and it is the season to harvest medicinal herbs.

In addition to the permanent population of the Honcao, farmers who hired helpers from nearby and convoys from various halls to collect medicine all rest and lie in the village at night. There is a huge medicine village, hundreds of houses, and no black windows. It's not good to hurt any of them.

Although there is no concealment of his whereabouts, there is no need to worry about the safety of Chang Qianfo and his party.

Liangqing is in charge, and there are really a few killers who have the courage to rush in.

The night passed unharmed.

The sun moves to the middle of the sky.

The courtyard is silent, the wind curtains, and the half window is dark red and light blue.

She smelled the fragrance of flowers, a thin piece of hibiscus from the wet wind; The wind is warm, sticking to the skin, with a slight burning; There is also the chirping of cicadas, faint, as if coming from a long distance, lining her body so quiet, so quiet.

Mu Dianke opened his eyes.

The fragrance of flowers, the warm wind, and the chirping of cicadas are all there, and it really doesn't feel like a dream.

There are also the tulle curtains hanging overhead, the gently swaying silver curtain hooks, a pool of lotus leaves framed in the window, and the gray-haired old man napping on the edge of the window...... It's all true.

It's the world, not hell.

"A thousand Buddhas." She called softly, like a swallow, and two deep pear vortices rippled on her cheeks.

The purest laughter in the world should be a baby-like smile, regardless of beauty or ugliness, sadness or joy, and so pure that it makes people's hearts shock.

The first moment a newborn baby comes into the world, it is a cry; And she, looking at the lotus flower curtain with branches and leaves overhead, laughed softly.

The old man slept deeply, and there was still a sour smell of fermented sweat on his body, and he was extremely tired when he thought about it.

Mu Dianke tiptoed past the old man. There were no shoes next to the bed, she only wore a pair of cotton white socks, and landed quietly.

It still alarmed the people outside.

Heavy footsteps sounded in a row, and when they stopped, the yellow-shirted broadsword had already appeared at the door.

Liangqing's burly body blocked half of the doorway.

"Good master!" Mu Dianke exclaimed in surprise, undisguised for joy. Her eyebrows and eyes were bent, revealing a mouthful of braided snow teeth, dazzlingly white, and the haze that had enveloped the house for a long time immediately dispelled her bright smile.

“…… The old lady saved the fourth lady...... The son and the aunt assisted the old lady to treat your injuries, and I didn't sleep at night, and I just lay down for a short time. ”

Liangqing spoke concisely, and in three or two sentences, he would make the outline of things in the future clear.

"I won't accompany the fourth lady in." He stopped in the doorway and said.

Mu Dian didn't think about letting Liangqing accompany her in, and what she was most concerned about now was not how she was saved, she just wanted to see Chang Qianfo quickly.

Finally waited for Liangqing to finish, she nodded and smiled, squinted, lifted the hem of her skirt and ran inside.

One cold and one hot, two strange poisons fought in her body. Although her little life was saved, all the flesh and bones in her body were suffering, and there was no place where she was not tired, no place was not sore, her knees were weak, and she ran and swayed like a toddler.

She didn't realize it, she ran very happily, and when she bypassed the ink screen in front of the bed, she almost ran headlong.

Liangqing looked at Mu Dianke's back, looked quietly thoughtful, and then frowned, turned around and walked away two steps, still standing with a knife.

Chang Qianfo is not only tired, but also injured.

Chang Ding is good at spring and autumn, and has studied medical skills all his life, and his methods of detoxification and healing are naturally better than those of Chang Qianfo, but they are also similar.

But Chang Qianfo just didn't dare to cure.

In order to seek stability, he fought hard to hurt his vitality, and forcibly used his luck to adjust Mu Dianke's visceral qi, in order to stabilize his physical symptoms first, and then slowly figure it out.

He didn't dare to take a single risk, so naturally he wouldn't fully trust a "grandfather" who suddenly appeared and hadn't even seen him in person.

Chang Ding was treated for half the night, and he stared at him for half the night.

The recipe for decoction, from the materials to the dosage, he has carefully scrutinized each flavor of medicine. With Chang Ding and Chang Huaijin, the three of them discussed Xiao Bansu, repeatedly considered and modified, and finally came up with a prescription that did not work, which was slow to detoxify, but the medicine was mild and would not leave after-effects.

After the medicine was decocted and fed to Mu Dian Ke, he squatted beside the bed, and every three or five breaths he had to diagnose a pulse, if it was tossed until dawn, Mu Dian Ke's condition was good, and after finally confirming that there was no difference, Chang Qianfo fainted with confidence.

Chang Ding was busy for most of the night, but he didn't sleep well, and let people drag Chang Qianfo from the bed for treatment, and he was so angry that he jumped to his feet and scolded.

Mu Dian Ke woke up and saw that Chang Ding was sleeping so deeply, half because he was treating her injuries, and half because Chang Qianfo was tired.

Chang Qianfo slept a little more deeply than Chang Ding. The thin face was bloodless and covered with green stubble, and it looked even more haggard than when he was in Huairentang.

Mu Dianke raised his hand, rubbing his obviously dark and rough face, and his heart twitched, and he felt pain.

No matter how sad and angry he was, he was reluctant to leave her behind.

"I'm sorry." She whispered, "I'll never say anything like that again, it will break your heart." ”

Chang Qianfo breathed evenly and did not respond.

She couldn't help herself, leaned out, hugged him vaguely from a distance of a foot. He stepped back again, his arms folded on the edge of the bed, his eyes staring at him deeply.

Lang Jun is still there, and his heart is in front of him. Too good to be a dream!

She escaped from death, but her body was still very weak. Sleepy and tired, his eyelids fell straight down, and his legs were sore and numb after squatting for a long time.

Mu Dian got up on the edge of the bed, took off his socks, climbed onto the bed, and lay down with Chang Qianfo. Still feeling that something was missing, he tossed and turned, arching and squeezing into his arms.

In this way, Chang Qianfo did not wake up, with a deep snort, and sprayed hotly on the top of his head. When she looked up, the heat poured down on her face, and her heart was hot.

She held his head, starting with the pale and hard chin, and then the eyes, ears, nose, and lips, harmonizing and harmonizing on the sweaty face. The stubble hurt his face.

Pain, only then can I feel real and feel at ease.

Eventually, she fell asleep too.

In the dream, Chang Qianfo reached out and hugged him tightly, and his beard prickly face was close to her face, so hard. She felt her face distorted by him.

I wanted to open my eyes and take a look, but I couldn't lift my heavy eyelids.

The ribs also hurt.

She frowned disapprovingly and snorted softly, twisting her body, but digging deeper into his arms.

The sun sank late, and when the sun was setting, Mu Dianke finally opened his eyes.

But the dream was false.

Chang Qianfo didn't know when he turned over, and was lying with his back to her, facing inside.

Between the two of them was a large snow-white and fluffy pillow.

Under the pillow, a long fold folded from the head of the bed to the end of the bed, so that a straight Chu River Han realm!