Changshu woke up from her nightmare again.

She didn't remember the cruelty and tragedy of the dream very clearly, even the red blood gradually faded from the memory, she raised her hand to wipe the cold sweat on her forehead with palpitations, and she had not completely woken up from the dream.

She looked up at the window.

The spring light outside the window is just right, everywhere as far as the eye can see are dyed with a layer of new green, the birdsong is clear and tactful, the sound of the gurgling stream hitting the mountain stone is crisp, the freshness of the grass, trees and flowers and bamboos is blowing with the wind, the peach and pear puree, looking at the beginning of spring, the flowers are sprouting.

This is the third early spring she has been alone without.

The climate at this time of year is still a little cold, Changshu put on a coat and pushed the door and walked out, planning to take advantage of the good weather to go up the mountain to pick some newly bloomed peach blossoms and come back to make wine.

This is an independent and exquisite small courtyard.

The yard is fenced off, crawling with evergreen vines, a few pear trees are sparsely planted in the open space in front of the house, which are full of snow-white pear blossoms, one side of the pear blossom tree is a brocade couch, and the other side is placed with a stone table, several stone benches, and the yard is divided into two by a bluestone path.

Changshu took a bamboo basket, pushed open the door and walked out, and carefully locked the courtyard door.

Her home is at the foot of the mountain, a little far from the village, it is easy to go up the mountain, plus there are wolves in the mountain, except for the hunters in the village, the villagers are not afraid to come over.

This is a small village located in the east of Fengyang City, three years ago, after Wen Duo, the hussar general who guarded the border, was killed by the nine clans for the crime of rebellion, the border cities of the Great Yin Dynasty fell one after another, and Fengyang City almost became the border city of the Great Yin Dynasty.

It wasn't until later, Mo Xuanhui, the general of Dingyuan who came out of the air, led his army to block the army of Xiliang Kingdom, and recovered the lost cities one after another, that Fengyang City was completely settled.

Since General Wen was beheaded, in just three years, Mo Xuanhui has completely replaced his position, from a general of Dingyuan who is a fifth grade to a general of the auxiliary country who is a second grade, who is in charge of the army of 400,000 troops in nineteen cities on the border, and has become the guardian saint in the hearts of the people of the Great Yin Dynasty.

And the Wen family, who has guarded the Yin Dynasty for a hundred years, has been completely nailed to the pillar of shame of plotting treason.

Changshu stood under the peach tree and patiently plucked the buds and put them in the basket.

A breeze blew, and the flowers on the trees fell one by one, falling on the girl's clothes and sideburns, causing her to hook her lips and smile gently.

Changshu shuttled through the forest, slowly walking deeper into the mountains.

People run around every day for their livelihood, and very few people will be interested in this peach forest, even Changshu, but also accidentally discovered that there is such a paradise hidden in the depths of this mountain.

The water of the stream in the forest is crystal clear, Changshu walked on the grass by the stream, found a clean stone and squatted down, immersed the basket full of peach blossoms in his hand into the water, and carefully washed them one by one.

She washed it very carefully, and the pink buds were about to bloom before they bloomed, dyed with clear water droplets, like morning dew, delicate and beautiful.

The peach blossoms were half washed, but Changshu's sight suddenly had a touch of bright red.

Looking at the red that slowly dissipated in the water, Changshu's eyes condensed slightly.

Pick up a bud and put it in front of your eyes to look at it, the bud is full, the stamen is not released, and the fragrance of this mountain peach blossom is blown by the wind.

But there seemed to be a touch of blood between the wings of the nose.

Changshu lifted the basket, and with a bang, the cold stream fell down the gap in the bamboo basket, splashing her dress.

She stood up.

When he stood up, his vision suddenly widened, and Changshu realized that there was a person lying on his stomach in the grass not far away.

A man.

With his back facing up, half of his body was soaked in water, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

Changshu frowned slightly.

Putting the flower basket on the grass on the side, Changshu easily dragged the man up from the water, squatted beside him and looked at it carefully.

The man looks pretty good, and his facial features are good, but compared to the various beautiful men Changshu has ever seen, this man is just passable, if he has any advantages, it is the lingering perseverance and calmness between his eyebrows.

Moving his gaze downward, the man's clothes were torn in many places, the wounds of all sizes looked miserable, and a two-inch-long wound on the chest was still oozing blood, although it was not a critical injury, but it would be fatal if it was not treated for a long time.

Changshu's gaze fell on the man's wound and paused for a moment.

She crouched down beside the man, poked him in the face, and after noticing that the man was not reacting, she reached out to probe the pulse in his neck.

The pulse is very weak.

The white fingers fell on the vital part of his neck, and Changshu's fingertips lingered between the man's neck, and with a little force, he could easily take his life.

Changshu hesitated for a while, but still didn't make a move.

She took out clean water, treated the man's wound little by little, and took out a few thumb-sized jade bottles from the brocade bag around her waist, and sprinkled the medicinal powder inside on the man's wound.

Looking at his bloodstained and still wet clothes, Changshu frowned, and tore off the cloth from his skirt to bandage him with several relatively large wounds.

After testing his pulse and finding that it was still not very steady, Changshu took out a pill the size of a soybean from another bag and stuffed it into his mouth.

Looking up at the sky, Changshu hung the flower basket on the branch, picked up some firewood and lit it, dragged the man to the fire, and found that his breathing was much smoother than before.

She had just breathed a sigh of relief, but her wrist was suddenly choked.

Changshu raised her eyes to look, but saw that the man who was originally unconscious didn't know when he had woken up, and his dark eyes swept over her, his eyes were sharp and ruthless.

Changshu lowered her eyes.

Xuan Mo looked at her, slowly turned his head again, looked at the surrounding scenery, and his gaze fell back on Changshu again, with scrutiny: "Who are you?" ”

Changshu frowned and looked at the wrist that was clamped by him, struggling, not moving.

She glanced at the man: "If I wanted to be bad for you, you would have died a long time ago...... Let go. ”

Xuan Mo was silent for a while, then let go of her: "You saved me?" ”

Changshu pointed to the cloth on his body that bandaged the wound, and then pointed to the torn hem of his skirt: "Otherwise, who do you think?" ”

Xuan Mo was silent for a moment.

"Let go."

Xuan Mo was stunned, and quickly let go of her wrist, and her tone was steady and unfazed: "I'm sorry, I was rude." ”

He frowned, as if he didn't know how to speak, and was silent for a while before he spoke: "Here...... What is it? ”

"Fengyang City, Huai'an Village, the wild peach forest on the mountain."

Xuan Mo's brows furrowed even tighter: "Fengyang City? ”