After entering the city smoothly from Fuchengmen, the carriage drove not long before arriving at the gate of Yefu.

Helped the seriously injured black-shirted man out of the car, knocked on the door of Ye Mansion, and helped him in, Jiang Shu was about to discuss with Ye Chiwan where to place him, but Ye Chiwan suddenly frowned, covered his stomach and said: "Oh, fourth sister, I have a stomachache, this person will be handed over to you!" ”

After saying that, she strode into the night with overlapping flowers and shadows holding her stomach, and soon disappeared.

"Fourth Miss, what should I do with this person?" Ye Chi took it away, and the coachman who was holding the black-shirted man had no choice but to ask Jiang Shu's opinion.

Jiang Shu thought for a while and said, "Send it to me." ”

Except for her own residence, she didn't know where else to place this person in this strange mansion.

After Jiang Shu finished speaking, he took advantage of his vague memory of walking in the morning and walked in the direction of Qingran Pavilion.

The coachman followed with the man in the black shirt.

Soon after, Qing Ran Pavilion arrived.

At this time, the courtyard door was open, and Ping Qian took a feather duster and turned around anxiously in the small courtyard.

Seeing Jiang Shu coming back, she hurriedly stepped forward and said with some excitement: "Miss, you're back, you're worried about the dead slave, and the slave still thinks something happened to you!" ”

"What could happen to me!" Jiang Shu smiled at her, raised his foot and stepped into the threshold, in the dim light of the lantern at night, he didn't pay much attention to her expression, and turned his head to greet the coachman, "Help him in." ”

Only then did Ping Qian notice that the black-shirted man behind Jiang Shu, who was supported by the coachman and was covered in blood and in a coma, said with some puzzlement: "Miss, who is this person?" How did you get so badly injured? ”

"Rescued on the way," Jiang Shu glanced at the man in black shirt, "Where do you think it's appropriate to arrange him?" ”

Ping Qian thought for a moment and said, "The west wing, miss, the house is empty and the bedding is complete." ”

Jiang Shu nodded approvingly, and in order not to reveal the flaws of not knowing the road, he asked Ping Qian to take the coachman over, and he deliberately left two steps behind to follow.

When he arrived at the West Chamber, he placed the black-shirted man on the carved wooden bed in the room, and Jiang Shu let the coachman leave.

She stood in front of the bed and saw that on the injured arm of the man in black shirt, the strip of cloth she had tied for him had been loosened, and the blood was gurgling out again. ”

In traditional Chinese medicine, wormwood leaves are a relatively common hemostatic medicine.

"Yes," Ping Qian said, "When I first arrived in the capital last year, the slave saw a few bushes growing in the grass by the east wall, thinking it was a chrysanthemum, and watered it every day. The slave and maid went to collect some. ”

After Ping Qian finished speaking, he strode outside and ran outside.

Jiang Shu took two steps closer to the bed, bent down to the black-shirted man to untie the strip of cloth tied to the wound, and was about to tear open his sleeve to check the injury, when he saw his tightly frowning eyebrows, his movements couldn't help but lighten up.

Soon he returned with a handful of wormwood seedlings that had just grown to two or three inches in his hand, and by the way, he brought the jar and the medicine pestle with him.

She put the things in her hand on the low table at the head of the bed, saw the long and deep wound on the bare right arm of the man in black shirt, and said with some concern: "Miss, this person looks extraordinary, not like an ordinary person, he was so seriously injured, I don't know who did it, we saved him like this, will we get into any trouble?" ”