Lan Jing'an took a deep breath, but still couldn't raise his head. Xie Weining saw that her chin was about to reach her chest, and she burst her mind: "You are so afraid of me because you can't let go of me in your heart." ”

Lan Jing'an raised his head when he heard this, and hurriedly denied: "No." I'm just—" I stopped halfway through. What is she but that? Lan Jing'an showed a self-deprecating expression, forcing herself to stare at the familiar and unfamiliar face.

With the change of age, the last trace of publicity on his body has faded, but the quiet silence makes her feel sad. It was obvious that he was suffering from it now, but he endured the discomfort and still sat here talking to her.

Lan Jing'an only glanced at his eyes for a moment, then quickly looked away and said to the point: "You have to see people in life, and you have to see corpses in death." I need to see Luan Biao's corpse. Whatever conditions you want, as long as it's not too much, I'll promise you. ”

Xie Weining's words poked Lan Jing'an's heart directly: "You feel guilty in your heart, do you want to compensate me like this?" ”

Lan Jing'an felt that he couldn't talk to him anymore. The two hadn't seen each other for more than a year, but he could still know her thoughts, and she really had an unspeakable sense of panic in her heart.

Xie Weining was satisfied with Lan Jing'an's embarrassment, and said softly: "Chang'an, I don't want anything. I just want to fulfill my promise to last year and accompany you to spend the day happily. After that, I will hand over Luan Biao to you, and Tianjing Pass is also yours. ”

Lan Jing'an remembered that on the day of last year, in Xiangyang, Mu Tu did spread the word that Xie Weining promised to spend her birthday with her this year. She lied to him, but he remembered the promise he had made to her.

Lan Jing'an's heart hurt again, she pinched her palm, and said unceremoniously: "Xia Jiuhuangzi, what kind of person I am, you have also seen it." I advise you not to waste any more time, either make conditions, or I will leave. ”

Xie Weining smiled sadly: "Yes." Lan Jing'an, what kind of person are you? You are his Ahri, but you are my Chang'an. You lied to me for him, but I'm still willing to help you and wait for you. You are good at disguise, but you ask yourself, now, is it me or yourself who is lying to you? ”

Every time he said a word, Lan Jing'an's pain became half a point stronger, and by the time he finished a few words, Lan Jing'an had already covered his chest and bent over. Lan Jing'an straightened up for a long time, and sincerely persuaded him: "Xia Jiuhuang, if I ask Yin Quan to bring it, it should be very clear." You and I should never have intersected. No matter why you fell in love with me in the first place, it's not worth it. There are so many women in the world, but your lover should not be me. ”

Xie Weining poured himself a glass of wine and drank it all: "Did you tell Xiao Qingyun in Xiangyang last year?" Or just tell me? ”

Lan Jing'an felt a bang in his head, and he still guessed it. Her face was pale, and her breathing became uncontrollably rapid. Lan Jing'an bit her lower lip and said stiffly: "I only have Brother Qingyun in my heart, for him, I will lie to you ten times, and I will not regret it!" What's more, if it weren't for the love Gu, I would..."

"What will you do?" Xie Weining's pale face revealed not disappointment or resentment, but a deep sadness. Lan Jing'an suddenly couldn't say any more, what would she do to him? She didn't know either. In the face of him, she couldn't continue a word of those hurtful words.

"Why are you always so duplicitous?" Xie Weining got up and wanted to wipe away her tears that she didn't even notice about, but she stumbled, fell to the side, and fainted directly.

Lan Jing'an saw Xie Weining fainting, and suddenly rushed to his side, and hurriedly helped him up and called him: "Xie Weining, Xie Weining, wake up!" ”

Lan Jing'an saw that he didn't react, and reached out to pinch his man, but she felt that her hands were a little wet, and when she looked down, she saw that her hands were stained with blood. Lan Jing'an hurriedly scanned his clothes, only to find that his chest was also wet. No wonder he has always disliked the dark color today, he just doesn't want to let himself see his injuries.

Lan Jing'an was really panicked at this moment, she quickly touched Xie Weining's hand, and felt that it was clammy and cold. Lan Jing'an flattened Xie Weining, and rushed out to shout Mu Tu in three steps and two steps. Lao Du, who was in the back compartment, changed his tone when he heard Lan Jing'an's voice calling him, and immediately rushed over, followed by Biluan and Feng Shen.

Lan Jingan pointed at Xie Weining and asked Lao Du sharply: "Say!" Xie Weining, what happened to him? Why do you faint in a good way? How could he bleed? ”

Lao Du saw Xie Weining's pale face at a glance, and knew that something was wrong, and then saw the blood on Lan Jing'an's hand, he no longer concealed it, and confessed one after another: "The master was injured by Luan Biao." I can't hold it this morning, and it looks like the wound has cracked open again, how can this be good?! ”

Lan Jing'an instructed him irritably: "Why are you still stunned, hurry up and get the white cloth and medicine!" Lao Du came back to his senses and hurriedly went out. As soon as Lan Jing'an turned around, he saw Bi Luan and Feng Shen standing there, and directly beckoned Feng Shen over: "Feng Shen, you help me get him to the bed and check his wounds." ”

Feng Shen and Bi Luan both looked at Lan Jing'an with a shocked face at this time, and when they heard her command, Feng Shen went over without saying a word to help Xie Weining, put him on the bed carefully, and then gently took off his outer clothes, and helped him take off a few layers of underwear. At this time, the white cloth tied to Xie Weining's chest and abdomen had long been soaked in blood. Feng Shen untied the white cloth, and in addition to the blurred traces of flesh and blood, he saw that the wound was sepsis.

Lan Jing'an, who was still standing on the edge of the food table, saw Feng Shen suddenly stop his movements, and asked him nervously, "What's wrong?" Feng Shen paused for a moment and said honestly: "The wound doesn't look good. ”

Lan Jing'an didn't care about the big defense of men and women, and grabbed the side of the bed in a few steps, just looking at it, she felt a sigh in her heart. Xie Weining suffered a whiplash wound on his chest, which ran through a long strip from the top right to the bottom left. Among them, the wound on the upper right is the most severe, which is already suppurated; The lower left should have been slightly injured by the whip, and the wound had just shown signs of scabbing; And the deep scar in the middle is still bubbling and continues to bleed.

Lan Jing'an carefully examined Xie Weining's wounds, and Lao Du had already returned with the wound medicine and white cloth. Lan Jing'an didn't get up, hurriedly glanced at the medicine bottle in his hand, and asked him, "What kind of medicine is this?" ”

Lao Du replied embarrassedly: "Golden sores." ”

Lan Jing'an couldn't wait to snatch the medicine in his hand and throw it on the ground, she said angrily: "Golden sores?!" He's hurt like this, you're going to give him a golden sore?! Don't you have an ulcer doctor here? Even ordinary doctors wouldn't just give him gold sores at this time! ”

Lao Du listened to Lan Jing'an scolding him loudly, and while he was anxious for Xie Weining, he explained loudly: "Da Si Ming, you are angry." It happened suddenly, and there is no doctor in this wilderness, so this is the only medicine we have. ”

Lan Jing'an didn't even bother to look at him again, and directly instructed Feng Shen: "You go and bring Su Mei to me now, the sooner the better, let her take everything that should be taken, and don't alarm Jiang Yutang and others for the time being." Feng Shen finally answered his promise this time and hurriedly went out.