On the narrow village road covered with yellow dust, a black horse is dragging a cart slowly.

It has passed the beginning of autumn, but the sun hanging high in the sky seems to be a little stronger than the summer day, and there is a spicy pain on the skin. The woman sitting on the wheel touched her face with her fingers as if she was wearing a mask, only to feel that the back of her hand was hot, but her face was cold.

She couldn't forget the expression on Ling Li's face when she suddenly saw this face outside the main hall of Xiangji Temple.

She couldn't forget that at the moment when he fell off the cliff, he suddenly hugged herself with his backhand and protected himself tightly to his chest. The moment before that.

It was because he firmly protected himself that she was intact in the violent shock of the moment she fell to the ground. And he, because of his back on the ground, suffered a heavy blow to the brain, and he still can't wake up.

Looking at Ling Li lying on the cart, Shu Mei was envious and jealous of the owner of this face: eleven years later, she is still the person he has to protect with all his life!

"Da Da Da-"

Suddenly there was a hurried sound of horses' hooves behind him.

Shu Mei was shocked when he heard this, and immediately jumped out of the carriage, pulled the reins of the horse, and pulled the auspicious omen to the thorn bushes on the side of the road. Unexpectedly, the wheel got stuck on the stone beside the road, and Ji Zhao dragged it and couldn't move, so anxious that he pouted his hooves. Shu Mei hurriedly threw away the reins of the horse and bowed down to move the stone, but Ji Zhao suddenly pulled violently, and the wheels of the cart ran over the back of her hand.

Shu's eyebrows hurt so much that he felt painful, but he could only grit his teeth and choke his wrists, and he couldn't bear the pain.

When the pain subsided, she pulled the reins, dragged the cart into the thorn bush on the side of the road, covered it with fresh branches and grass leaves, and turned back to righte the thorn bush that had been run over by the wheel. As soon as she coaxed Ji Zhao to kneel in the thorn bushes by the side of the road, several fast horses galloped past the village road.

When the loess raised by the horse's hooves settled, she let go of the hand holding Ji Zhao and took a deep breath. At this time, she realized that her right hand, which had been run over by the wheel, was red and swollen, and fine beads of blood oozed from the broken skin on the back of her palm.

She gritted her teeth and tore off a piece of her shirt, wanting to bandage it, but found that her hands were shaking like chaff. It took a long time to shake and squirm, and finally the piece of cloth was hastily wrapped.

These days, she is like a frightened bird every day, but whenever the wind blows, she is frightened and trembling.

Shu Mei knew very well that if he wanted to completely get rid of Ling Zhao's pursuit, the only way to send Ling Li to Zhenxi Camp was to send him.

She didn't dare to take the official road to pass the post station, and walked along the mountains and rivers all the way, looking for the trail between the villages. When encountering a densely populated place, choose to rush at night; Only on remote village roads, far from the towns, do you walk during the day.

At first, it was a good omen carrying Ling Li, she led the horse on foot, her shoes wore through the soles, and the soles of her feet were blistered, and the blisters broke and formed a thick scab. Later, one day in the near village under the mountain rock shelter rain, she accidentally picked up a broken car that was discarded by the villagers, and immediately found a treasure, found a branch to fill the hole on the board, and picked half a cart of cattail grass to spread on it, so that Ling Li could lie flat on it.

Along the way, when she was thirsty, she and Ji Zhao went up and down to drink water in the field canal, and when she was hungry, she picked berries and grass roots in the forest to satisfy her hunger. Ling Li couldn't wake up and couldn't eat, she endured the pain of being stung by bees, climbed up the rock wall to find a bunch of beehives to bring with her, and fed him honey water along the way. For the first few days, he had a high fever and couldn't even feed him water, so she took a sip of water and wiped him down with a wet coat.

Such a high cliff didn't kill Ling Li's brother, and she always believed that he would wake up and he would get better.

However, the closer she got to An Yuan, the more panicked she became. It's been more than half a month, although he seems to be much better, he no longer has a fever, the stab wound on his neck has scabbed, and he no longer chokes on water, but he is still in a coma.

Ling Li, who was lying on the cart, had thin cheeks and a pale complexion, although the outline of his facial features was becoming clearer and clearer, he no longer had the heroic bearing of the past. Seeing that his two sword eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if he had fallen into a long-term nightmare, Shu Mei's fingers gently stroked his eyebrows, and stayed at the scar on the left side of his eyebrows.

It was the scar she saw after the reunion that turned the heroic and handsome big brother in her childhood memory into a calm and cold general. She liked to look at him, carefully peeking into his inner emotions from his furrowed brow, his deep eyes, and the scar that followed his expression, sometimes soothing and sometimes harsh.

Now that the door to his heart was closed, she didn't know when he would wake up, or if he would sleep forever......

As soon as she thought of another possibility, she became anxious: she had to find a doctor to see!

Xuan Qingzi, the master of Xianyun Guan in the east of Anyuan City, was a good friend of her father before his death. In the past, every year during the Flower Dynasty Festival, my father would take the family to Xianyun to enjoy the flowers and drink. If there is anyone in An Yuancheng who she can trust, it must be him. Shu Mei hesitated for a long time and decided to ask him for help.

She hid Ling Li and Ji Zhao in the dripping cave in the back mountain, took off the linen clothes of the village woman she wore when she was in a hurry, washed herself with the spring water in the cave, and changed into the light lotus-colored dress that Tianxianglou's grandmother had purchased for her when she came out of the palace, and went up the mountain at dusk when there were few people.

Now that he looks like this, Xuan Qingzi must not be able to recognize it, so he can only communicate with him in handwriting. When he was young, he was naughty and playful, and his father had no choice but to send him to live in Xianyunguan and let Xuan Qingzi guide him to read and write. Even if there are no other tokens, he should always recognize the flying white book she wrote.

By the time she climbed up the Xianyun Temple on Niutou Mountain along the incense road, it was already late. Yuntong, a sweeping Taoist priest with a big black mole between the eyebrows outside the Sanqing Palace, was a familiar playmate of her childhood, and when she came in, she only said, "The door will be closed in a few moments, and this Taoist friend will hurry down the mountain if he is incense", and then buried his head in sweeping up the fallen leaves.

Even if we don't know each other! At this moment, Shu Mei felt that his nose was a little sour.

She entered the main hall and put on three incense sticks, and while Yuntong didn't notice, she slipped into the backyard where Xuan Qingzi lived along the inner road behind the main hall. The courtyard door was ajar, she held the beast's head on the door and lightly buckled it for a moment, but when no one answered the door, she pushed the door and walked in.

"Ah Mei, Ah Mei-"

The sudden shouting behind him startled Shu Mei. When she settled down, she found that it was a red-billed parrot hanging under the pomegranate tree in the corner of the courtyard.

I am unrecognizable, my childhood friends are no longer recognizable, but this bird still recognizes herself!

Shu Mei's eyes were hot, and he strode towards the parrot. She took a handful of corn seeds from the wooden shelf next to her and handed it to the parrot. The parrot fluttered its wings and jumped a few steps up and down the shelf, then stopped in her palm and pecked happily.

She knows that birds and birds. Beasts distinguish people, not by their facial features, but by their smell and posture. This is also the reason why the auspicious omen is not angry with her. Dealing with people, sometimes it's really not as good as dealing with birds.*** A person as gentle as Ling Zhao is a vicious and vicious well-dressed bird inside. Beast.