The mountain trail winds into the depths of the mountain, and the wind and thunder accompanied by the rain are like a downpour. Moling said goodbye to the black-clothed guest, and the hut met the jade-faced person for the first time. The lock sheath only talks about new diseases, and the seal cloud still has old scars. Twenty-one years have passed, and the world will be known after the sunny day - a wedge

Zhao Hanjing hadn't seen such heavy rain in almost five years.

Originally, it was already the season of late autumn, but the thunder in the sky rolled like a thunder male and electric mother quarreling, chisels and hammers were thrown at each other; When the thunder stopped, there were bean-sized rain grains mixed with pebbles, carried by the strong wind, and smashed down his head, smashing his half-worn clothes into tatters.

Fortunately, the donkey at home seemed to have seen more of the world than he had seen, and despite the anxious snorting of the air, he had not yet shown him the effort. Zhao Lang was in the center, holding the reins in his hand, chewing the donkey's head, the donkey cart deviated from the path, stopped next to the mountain wall, and just stopped under a low tree branching out from between the rocks above.

Hiding under this low tree, both the man and the donkey felt much better. He took off his hat and threw it on the frame, wiped the rain from his face, and couldn't help but glance at the top of his head and said in his heart, Don't thunder again, suddenly he noticed that in the dense canopy of the dwarf trees, something seemed to be shaking in the wind.

The young man couldn't help but wipe away the messy hair on his forehead that had been clinging to his skin due to the rain, and stood on tiptoe to look up carefully.

The hanging thing was blistered white and covered with scratches, as if it had been scraped by a branch when it fell from above, and hung less than a foot from his head.

It's a human hand.

Half an hour later, the rain stopped, but the sky was still gloomy, and it seemed that it would be another one soon.

Zhao Hanjing finally arrived at the destination of his trip, a small thatched hut in the mountain pass. He threw off his tattered garment, untied his pack and noose, tied the donkey into the shed, filled the trough with hay, thought about it, and added a handful of soybeans. After settling his hard-working donkey, Zhao Langzhong turned back and lifted the tarpaulin hanging down from the carport. Fortunately, the canopy was built with bamboo strips and five or six layers of tarpaulin, and although it was hit by hail, the luggage inside was still well stored and not poured next to each other.

The people inside also lay there peacefully, motionless.

Zhao Langzhong couldn't tell why he wanted to pick people up...... But he did just pick people up. In fact, there are many predictable and unpredictable consequences for him to do this: for example, the food he brought with him this time will definitely not be enough to eat, for example, if he can't cure the person and die, he will have to dig a pit and bury this unlucky bastard, for example, if this person is involved in vendetta or something, he will definitely be implicated...... But when he saw a person, he was still angry, so he couldn't ignore it.

It seems that he will really have to hire a man in the future-he has lived eighteen years, and he has never carried such a heavy thing, so he gritted his teeth and used all his strength to feed, and tossed for a long time before dragging the man into the house. Zhao Langzhong dared to toss like this because he had checked it, this person had a big life, and the route of the fall was full of trees, and the place where he might fall down was not high, and there were no fractures on his body, so he was not afraid of moving; The more serious injuries are a large knife cut on the back, long but not deep, plus a large bruise on the back of the neck, and the bruises extend to the hairline, most likely the back of the head has also been hit.

Ouch, what if I wake up and become a fool.

…… Cold salad. Xiao Langzhong dragged the dead and unlucky bastard onto the earthen kang, gasped for a while, turned out the medicine box, took off the soaked jacket that stuck to his body, and only wore the single clothes inside, and then rolled up his sleeves for the next step of the examination.

The unlucky man was a very young man, about twenty or so in the bones, shorter than him, with a square face, extremely handsome facial features, thin and powerful muscles forming smooth lines on the arms and back, and his hands were full of calluses, and he must have practiced martial arts; Poor and rich, this man probably has a lot of money in his family, and he wears a well-made regimental collar robe, and the material is woven with dark flowers with four moire patterns, and he wears a silver leather belt around his waist, and a long knife is carried on the leather belt...... It's all things he can't afford anyway.

Xiao Lang was sour, and with a kind of poor heartache, he ruthlessly tore open the robe that was very expensive at first glance along the edge of the knife.

Then I saw the silk lining and the silk middle garment inside.

"......" is already broken anyway, right, can't be worn.

The knife wound lay across the unlucky man's back, and it was no longer bleeding, but the cut was soaked white by the rain. Zhao Hanjing twisted the hand towel with the steamed pot wine from the first road, and wiped the other party's entire back; He struggled to hold up his armpits and rubbed his chest and abdomen. Compared with a pair of arms with strong muscles that he envied, the flesh on this person's chest is really a little soft, but even if it is a man, most of them may have some cradle carbuncles, Zhao Hanjing didn't care much, and thickly pasted a layer of soju mixed gold sore medicine on his back, and then wrapped it around with the fine white cotton yarn that had been cut for spare.

During this period, the unlucky man only had two convulsions when the soju touched the wound. Zhao Langzhong was a little relieved that he could use less strength - if this kind of practitioner struggled, he couldn't hold it down - but he became more and more worried: if he didn't wake up in the afternoon and started the heat again at night, judging from the materials he had on hand now, it was really better to dig the pit directly.

But he's halfway done now, and it's not good to give up halfway. Zhao Hanjing took a breath, poured some more soju, washed the hand towel again, turned the person over, untied the hakama tied in front, and laboriously peeled off the soaked pants and clothes inside...... Wait, wait?

Zhao Langzhong panicked and lifted the other party's trouser waist back, and then still didn't dare to believe it, and glanced in again.

Mommy.

She, she, ???she,

It's a woman??

Just when Zhao Hanjing was in a state of shock that he couldn't think, he sighed, and the person who had been in a coma for a long time like a dead corpse suddenly opened his eyes wide. The silver-white sword light and the crimson blood mist shuttled and intertwined in her mind, weaving into an overwhelming net, tightly wrapping her hands and feet, and her eyes, so that she could no longer control herself. At this time, I don't know how long it has been, but when she finally broke free from the giant net by her will, she found that a man was standing beside her.

A strange man who doesn't know if he's friend or foe.

So the instinct born of habit preceded thought and action, and she pounced on him like a cheetah with agility and grabbed him by the neck.

The man seemed powerless, and before he could utter an exclamation, his back was pressed against the wall made of reeds and mud. He kicked his legs desperately, trying to break the hand that was clenching his throat, but with his strength, all struggles were in vain. His white face was the color of a pig's liver, a sharp sound of air whistling from his lungs, and his cervical spine creaked in protest—but all the cries for help were choked back into his throat, and he trembled, physiological tears from suffocation spilling from the corners of his eyes, revealing a rodent-like panic all over his body.

And during this time, while choking the strange man's neck, the woman calmly observed his reaction.

In this world, no one will allow himself to be strangled to death when he has the ability to protect himself. She didn't give the other person time to judge, nor did she leave the other person a respite; And when this person was dying, the maximum potential that could burst out due to the desire to survive was only a few scratches on her wrists.

Yu Guang caught a glimpse of a black-sheathed blade lying across the kang mat at his side, within reach, which was his own saber...... It would be ridiculous if this man was sent by the enemy to tempt or ambush.

The woman was finally willing to let go of her hand, but Zhao Hanjing had already fainted, coughing and still spasming, tears and snot were embarrassed, and there was still fear and despair in her distorted features.

Weak and unsightly, but unexpectedly pleasing to the eye.

When Xiao Langzhong dragged people back, he imagined a lot of consequences, but he never thought that he would be almost strangled to death. Although he was lucky enough to get his life back for reasons he didn't know, his heart and throat hurt so badly that it seemed as if there were countless small needles pricking him between his breaths; There was a faint pain in the flesh on his neck, and he must have pinched out his finger prints.

However, it seems that he can't complain about the girl pinching him...... Put yourself in the shoes of a disheveled man, peeling the pants of a disheveled and unconscious girl, no one will think about the good in this scene...... Zhao Hanjing sighed and struggled twice, his wrists were tied too tightly to break free.

And it hurts.

"Awake?"

Zhao Hanjing looked up, but he saw the unlucky guy he picked up, phew, the girl was standing in front of the kang, with a wooden face, she couldn't tell whether she was happy or angry, and she was still holding a bowl of hot water in her hand and didn't know what it was. The girl's family wore the clothes and trousers he had brought with him to change of clothes, and it was estimated that they had rummaged through his luggage; However, the placket of the robe was open openly, and Zhao Hanjing only saw a glance at the cotton yarn that was wrapped from his armpits to his lower abdomen, so he closed his eyes in a panic, and his face showed some blood.

She held the bowl, sat on the edge of the kang in front of him, and said indifferently: "Haven't you seen it all, and now you haven't revealed anything, what is there to avoid." ”

Zhao Hanjing closed his eyes tightly, shrunk his neck and confessed: "Please believe me, I'm not that kind of person, I swear, I really just want to help you bandage your wounds, who knows if you are, you are ......"

Recalling what he saw, the young Lang Zhong couldn't help but become more and more embarrassed, not to mention his cheeks, even the tips of his ears burned red. He turned his face away and stammered in a whisper, "Men and women don't kiss each other...... I've never asked for a daughter-in-law, really, it's really the first time I've seen ...... Ahem. ”

"It's okay, you don't have to feel guilty." The woman's voice sounded very low, like a teenager in the period of voice change, without the crispness or softness that a woman would have, exuding a calm and self-contained meaning from the inside out, "I've seen you anyway." ”

"Huh?" Zhao Hanjing found that the clothes on his body, whether they were pants or pants, had been changed into clean inside and out, and a mattress was spread under his body.

This, this, how can this kind of thing be "I've seen you anyway" can be evened out???