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"No need." Wei Luo said tiredly, "She is an ordinary woman, and she doesn't dare to hold a sword. Please cut it off for me. First burn the sword red with fire, cut off the carrion one by one, then put a little salt in the boiling water, sprinkle the water on my wound as soon as the water is cold, and then apply the medicine. ”

She said it in an orderly manner, and Wu also became serious. He nodded his head as it was.

In this era, there are no insurmountable defenses for men and women. At this time, Wei Luo's dressing change medication, although it was served by the middle-aged woman. Now Wei Luo ordered Wu to use a sword for her, and Wu did not object.

When Wu uncovered Wei Luo's clothes and saw her smooth and jade back, he couldn't help but keep his eyes open. In the blink of an eye, Wu De's eyes glanced at the red, swollen and rotten place, and he suddenly froze.

Wu did as Wei Luo instructed, and he lit the brazier and burned his sword.

After a while, the saber burned red, and Wu waited for it to cool down, and then he carried the sword like a fly, slashing the carrion little by little.

Obviously it was an ordinary action, but Wu Ke's lips were pursed tightly, and cold sweat was dripping on his forehead, and he wanted to look at Wei Luo several times, wanting to see what kind of pain she had. I thought I couldn't be distracted, and I endured it.

After a while, the carrion had been cut off, and Wu sprinkled salt water on the wound, and then wrapped the herbs on the wound.

His gaze turned to his ribs. The wound at that place was not deep in the sword, and after applying herbs a few times, it had healed significantly. After a little hesitation, Wu replaced the wound in his ribs with herbs.

When Wei Luo's wound was completely covered, Wu was already sweating profusely.

He didn't wipe his sweat until here, and looked at Wei Luo seriously with a low voice.

Wei Luo's face was sideways, pale as paper, and cold sweat was dripping on her forehead, but her expression was a little blank, she tilted her head sideways and looked ahead.

Wu looked at it, his heart ached, and he couldn't help kneeling in front of her.

Sensing his movements, Wei Luo rolled his eyes and asked in a low voice in surprise, "What?" ”

When Wu looked at Wei Luo, he suddenly felt ashamed. He lowered his head, stood up slowly, and replied, "No, nothing." ”

Wei Luo was noncommittal, and she closed her eyes again.

After fifteen days like this, Wei Luo's back wound was finally gone, and new flesh gradually grew. At the same time, her lungs seem to have healed, and now she doesn't have the illusion of wanting to cough at every turn.

For Wei Luo, she can finally stop lying motionless on the bed all day, she can turn slightly to one side, on the bed, moving her body very carefully.

It's just that I don't know when I'll be able to go out and see the sunshine outside? Wei Luo looked through the small door of the hut and looked at the white, dazzling sun outside.

Fortunately, although small and low, the hut is extremely airy and cool.

There was a sound of footsteps.

The sound of footsteps, soft, gentle.

Wu is coming.

He walked up to Wei Luo, he was holding a bowl of ginseng soup, and after putting the soup on the stone machine on the side, he turned his head and looked at Wei Luo intently, obsessively.

Looking at it, he slowly knelt down and stepped on it, and said in a low and gentle voice: "Sister, drink ginseng soup." ”

Wu Ji didn't like to call Wei Luo his wife according to the practice of the times

Wei Luo replied in a low voice: "I drink every day, I drink too much." ”

When she said this, Wu couldn't help laughing. When he smiled, he couldn't take his eyes off Wei Luo and smiled, that expression was extremely gentle, as if he could hear her dissatisfaction and complaints, and he felt supreme happiness.

He chuckled and said, "Ginseng can replenish vitality and help you." ”

"Yes"

Wei Luo no longer argued.

Wu brought the ginseng soup bowl to her lips and fed it into her mouth bit by bit. His movements are very gentle and gentle. Every time he fed her, he took out a small cotton handkerchief to help her wipe away the water that overflowed from the corner of her mouth.

Wu looked at Wei Luo's eyes, extremely satisfied, extremely focused, as if he was doing an extremely sacred thing.

After Wei Luo drank a bowl of ginseng soup, Wu put the clay bowl away. Then he sat down on the edge of the bed and wiped his sword. Rubbing and rubbing, he still hummed a Chu song in his mouth.

Wei Luo fell asleep again in the midst of his singing.

She really lost too much blood, and after half a month, she could only wake up for half an hour at a time, and she had to sleep a little.

Every time she woke up, she either stared at Shangwu quietly at her, or heard him singing in Chu Yin. In that song, there is the purest happiness. Even the gaze he looked at her was the purest of all, almost devoid of lustful obsession.

A month and a half passed in the blink of an eye, and Wei Luo was finally able to sit on the bed until this time, and he could also slowly take a few steps with the support of the middle-aged woman.

Although her face was still pale, and she had lost a lot of weight, she wore a deep dress on her body, as if the wind would blow and she would be swept away with her clothes.

Every evening, Wei Luo would let the middle-aged woman help her to the grass behind the hut, and sit there quietly, watching the sunset, watching the sunset, looking at the end of the sky.

The place of refuge is at the intersection of the Chu State and the Zhongshan State, and it is an extremely remote place. To the east, there is a vast primeval mountain forest, and to the west, there is a large river.

The shelter itself is high and densely forested, the sky is high and the sun is small, and there are only a dozen families located in the mountain peaks that stretch one after another. One house is separated from another, two miles away.

Moreover, except for Wu He, the middle-aged woman, I occasionally saw a villager, whose accent Wei Luo didn't understand at all, and these people were illiterate.

Wei Luo knew that the place where he was now could really be said to be a spring and autumn village where chickens and dogs don't hear each other, and there are different sounds for five miles. In addition to Wu, the people here are afraid that they will not be able to get out of this mountain in their lifetime.

It's also good, tranquility, her heart, most in need of tranquility.

It's just that many times, Wei Luo will caress his lower abdomen and grieve the lost child.

"How's it going?"

Jing Ling asked in a hoarse voice with his eyes closed.

A swordsman stepped forward to him and said hesitantly: "Wengong went to Vietnam, but for ten days, he should not have reached Yuedi." ”

When Jing Ling heard this, his thin lips moved, and he said in a low voice: "Is it only ten days?" How does it look like years? ”

His voice was low, low. The sigh, melted in the wind, fluttered gently with the weft of the tent in front of the bed.

He vomited blood and fainted that day, and he never vomited blood again. Moreover, he ate every meal, and at night, he closed his eyes. But for some reason, he is mentally tired day by day, and people are also emaciated day by day, and every time he opens his eyes, he likes to be stunned. Dealing with state affairs is also forcibly supported, and sometimes when he speaks, he is silent and his face is sad.

The swordsman lowered his head, his voice a little hoarse, "The king is struggling all day long, and he loses weight day by day." Your Excellency, please take a break! He knew that the king closed his eyes every night, but he did not fall asleep at all, but sat like this until dawn.

Jing Ling closed his eyes and ignored it.

The assassin stepped forward, knelt on the ground, and crossed his hand at him: "Your Majesty, the father and elder of the Jin Kingdom, the hegemony of the Thousand Autumns, all of them are in the monarch alone." How can the king be so sad day and night for his wife? ”

Jing Ling still did not answer.

There was a sound of footsteps coming from outside the door. After a while, a maid called softly: "Your Majesty, Qingjun asks to see"

"Yes."

Jing Ling's voice was low and weak.

The bedroom door opened, and Qingjun walked in.

He glanced at the swordsman, and seeing that he shook his head in frustration, Qingjun couldn't help but sigh secretly.

He held a bamboo slip in his hand, and said to Jingling: "Your Majesty, the city wall of Yuecheng has been built, and the city lord of Zhao is afraid of encountering a strong enemy again, so he will increase the city wall by five bricks." ”

Qingjun said this, glanced at Jingling, and said, "The lord of Hancheng City ......"

As soon as he said this, Jing Ling's voice came hoarse and weak, "It's okay to decide my father." ”

Qingjun lowered his head, he took a deep look at Jingling, and said in a trembling voice: "Hearing that the prince and the marquis have no sleep every night, lose their minds day and day, and discuss with their ministers, they are either tired or chaotic. Your Majesty, Your Majesty, don't you even want your home and country? ”

In Qingjun's hoarse, stalking, accusatory voice, Jingling closed his eyes.

After a long time, he said hoarsely: "As soon as I close my eyes, I see children, and when I open my eyes, I also see children." I'm afraid that my life will not be long. ”

He actually said such a thing!

Qingjun's heart hurt greatly, and he shouted urgently, "Your Majesty! As soon as the voice started, he involuntarily fell to his knees and wept bitterly.

Not only her, but in the dormitory, all the servants and swordsmen were also prostrate and choked.

Jingling didn't seem to hear everyone's cries.

He still closed his eyes, and after a long time, he said in a low voice: "The family and country are still there, and the old father is still there!" ”

This sentence contains a determination and a bitterness. He seemed to be telling himself to cheer up, for his family and country, and for his father.

Hearing this, Qingjun raised her tear-stained face, she looked at Jingling, looked at his haggard and handsome face with a trance, opened her mouth weakly, and wanted to say something, but she couldn't say it.

Jing Ling's self-diligent words, he alone has heard it three times. However, the prince is still in a trance for a day!

When Qingjun thought of this, he was really depressed in his heart. He fell to the ground and began to cry, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, if Madame knew that Your Majesty was so sad, her heart would be painful!" ”

Sure enough, as soon as he mentioned Wei Luo, Jingling became a little more energetic.

He moved, looking sideways out the screen.

After a while, Jingling's voice came in a low voice, "Xiao'er, she, she hates me。。。。。。 ”

He closed his eyes, a tear welling up from the corner of his eye, and he muttered, "She hates me, hates me." ”

Qingjun felt powerless.

Suddenly, something occurred to him. Bowing deeply towards Jingling, Qingjun said loudly: "Yu Junhou, one of the Mo family's junzi, Yin Yun is coming to Xintian!" ”

What the?

After Jing Ling was stunned for a while, he suddenly understood the meaning of his words, and he quickly turned his head to look at Qingjun.

Staring at Qingjun, Jingling asked, "When will it arrive?" ”

"Ten days are coming!"

"Good!"

Jingling's voice finally had a little neutrality, "Send a messenger to welcome the distinguished guests in the suburbs, and say that you are lonely and thirsty to see." ”

Qingjun was stunned at first: Yin Yun is a Mo family member, his identity doesn't seem to be able to use the suburban greeting gift, this, this is not in line with the ceremony. If the world learns, they will make fun of the prince for the sake of a woman, and even treat a husband with a suburban greeting ceremony.

Thinking of this, Qingjun opened his mouth, but he didn't object: the prince is really a hero who is difficult to come out of a hundred years, as long as he can pass this pass safely, he will have the glory of the past, and there is no need to worry about the etiquette.

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