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When he was fighting in the front army, Gu Yutang raised such a grass.

It is a very fresh and elegant reticulated grass, born in the cracks of the rock wall, after a gunsmoke, was trampled half dead.

Gu Yutang casually took it back to the barracks and took a small pot to raise.

The reticulated grass is very easy to feed, and it is good to feed it with some water regularly.

Sometimes Gu Yutang went out to run errands for a few days and didn't return, and when he came back, the reticulated grass was withered, and the branches and leaves hung softly on the edge of the flower pot, but as long as he fed a little more water, it could grow well.

With the occasional drop of water, it will come back to life.

I used to think that the grass was vigorous and powerful, but now I feel that not only is it spineless, but it is also very cheap.

Gu Yutang himself is that grass.

The rain on the Lingjiang River became heavier and heavier, and the icy rain soaked the wounds that were gradually rotting and dripping down the robes.

Gu Yutang pushed open the door of a medical hall.

Sitting at the counter counting the medicinal herbs was a female doctor, who heard footsteps, and when she looked up at the door, she almost thought that this was a wounded rout soldier who had come somewhere.

Because Gu Yutang was really embarrassed and miserable at this moment, when he walked in, the female doctor saw that he was in good health, with long legs and a steady pace, and vaguely felt that it was not like what he saw at first sight.

And, when she got up and looked, she finally saw his sword eyebrows and phoenix eyes, and the outline of his handsome and indifferent face clearly from his scattered black hair.

After the female doctor saw his appearance clearly, she was slightly stunned: "Gu Yutang? ”

The female doctor's name is Pei Qingyu, and the reason why she met Gu Yutang was because she used to ...... and Gu Yutang's best friend Han Chi had a relationship.

She didn't expect to see Gu Yutang here in Lingjiang a few years after leaving Kyoto.

What made Pei Qingyu feel even more strange was that Gu Yutang's state at this moment was really weird. Peerless Tang Gate fo

Because Gu Yutang clearly came in with scars all over his body, his face was cold and pale, but he calmly walked to the counter, and explained the medicine he needed to the female doctor in front of him in a flat tone.

Pei Qingyu stared at him, thinking that Gu Yutang didn't remember her, and didn't identify himself to him, but kindly reminded: "You are seriously injured, it is best to stay and treat." ”

Gu Yutang's phoenix eyes were blandly surging with a chilling yin owl, and he said, "No need. ”

Pei Qingyu could feel that something must have happened to Gu Yutang, but with Gu Yutang's attitude, she didn't have the right to teach Gu Yutang anything.

Pei Qingyu had no choice but to take the medicine that Gu Yutang needed, and after handing it over to Gu Yutang, he wanted to tell him a few times, but Gu Yutang took the medicine and left after paying the money.

It was still raining heavily, Pei Qingyu went out with him, but only saw Gu Yutang's lonely and cold figure gradually disappearing into this dim and dim hazy smoke and rain.

The cold and rainy night was even colder than ever.

Gu Yutang lived in an inn and washed his whole body.

He stitched the wound in his palm with stitches and threads, clearly looking at the position of the knife in his palm, and if it was a little deeper, he could break the bones of his entire palm.

The knife wounds in the abdomen and the arrow wounds on the back had been soaked by the rain, and when the wounds were treated, it was as if the flesh was being torn apart alive, and the poison-like powder was embedded deep in the bones and blood.

Gu Yutang is a person who is not too afraid of pain.

At this moment, a person is sitting under this lonely lamp, with his head bowed, and he is suffering from this pain.

The wounds of the knife after knife repeatedly knocked down his internal organs.

Obviously, his face was cold and pale, and his eyes were hanging expressionlessly, but physiological tears were quietly flowing down.

The nineteen-year-old young military marquis has also been beautiful, but also frustrated.

The last man was banished into this boundless darkness, weeping bitterly and silently.

No one accompanies you.

He was the only one after that.