Jian Zhan said expressionlessly: "Is it very big for me to describe it in the rumors?" ”

"No, no, of course not, the little one just didn't expect to see you in my lifetime..."

The officers and men immediately ordered the troops to be collected, and returned to the yamen to release the people.

Jian Zhan also went along.

When the local government saw people, they knelt down directly.

"What do you command?"

"Send someone to the nearest city at once, and inform them that if they see a woman similar to the description, they will be detained. In addition, there are people on the police station, searching several nearby villages. Jian Zhan thought that Song Xiaoxiao was injured and would not run too far.

"The little one obeys."

After Jian Zhan finished the matter, he rode his horse to find someone.

Ordinary people kill people and go to places where there are many people.

But according to Jian Zhan's understanding of Song Xiaoxiao, she would not go to a place that was too noisy and noisy, so it was not suitable for recuperation.

Therefore, Jian Zhan went to the inns and temples outside the village to search, and in the evening, he found Song Xiaoxiao who was sheltering in the broken temple.

When Jian Zhan found someone, Song Xiaoxiao was in a coma, cold and terrifying.

She had blood on her hands and hadn't cleaned it up in time.

Jian Zhan picked the man up, walked out of the temple and crossed the horse and went straight to the nearby village.

I found an inn to settle people, and found the best local Langzhong.

Lang Zhong prescribed medicine, asked the medicine boy to open the gauze and put on new medicine, told one or two, and then left.

Jian Zhan walked into the room quickly, he was still hesitating outside the door a moment ago, and he just wanted to see someone sooner at the moment.

Song Xiaoxiao was awakened by a tingling pain, and when she woke up, her right hand was held.

Five fingers connected to the heart, Song Xiaoxiao only moved, and the person who was taking a nap on the side soon woke up.

There was no candle in the house, it was dark, there was no light, and the hour should be night.

The strength of the palm fell off, Song Xiaoxiao sat for a while, and after a while, the candles in the room were bright.

Jian Zhan held a candle flame at the head of the bed and smiled faintly at her, "Awake?" ”

Song Xiaoxiao nodded.

Jian Zhan asked, "Is there anything uncomfortable?" ”

"It's all good."

"That's good. When I came back with you, you were cold, and I thought you couldn't wake up at all. "Fortunately, people have breathing, so Jian Zhan will not get carried away.

Song Xiaoxiao said calmly: "I also thought that I was going to die." ”

"What a stupid thing to say. Sit down, and I'll go out and see what's there." Jian Zhan told her like she was worried about a child, and only when she saw that she should go down did she leave the house.

Jian Zhan went downstairs and asked the small kitchen for a bowl of porridge.

It wasn't late at night, and the stove in the kitchen hadn't been extinguished.

After a while, Jian Zhan went upstairs with porridge.

When I entered the room, I saw that the window next to the desk was ajar, and Song Xiaoxiao was looking out of the window with her back to the curtain.

Even when they heard the sound, the people at the window did not turn around.

Jian Zhan wanted to ask him several times what happened when he was away, who came to look for her, and who was injured...

It's just that when the words come to my mouth, I can't say anything.

Jian Zhan didn't know that if a person wanted to say, even if he didn't ask, she would tell him.

And what she doesn't want to say, if you ask, the result will not change.

Jian Zhan put the porridge on the desk, took off the velvet on his shoulder, walked in silently, and draped it over her.

Song Xiaoxiao glanced sideways at him, hooked her lips and smiled.

When Jian Zhan saw this smile, for some reason, his heart ached for a moment.

She walked past him, sat in a chair, and ate hot porridge.