Ling'er took out the flint from the outer pocket of her night suit and squatted on the side of the fire to light a fire. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The moment the flints clashed, the cave lit up.

"Don't ignite the fire!" Breezer hurriedly stopped.

Ling'er didn't listen to him, and lit the fire, and the flame flickered, illuminating everything in the cave.

Seeing that Ling'er insisted on refusing to put out the fire, Qingfeng Xia had no choice but to move to the corner and sit in a dimly lit place.

The Blue Breeze looked a little weak, leaning weakly against the stone wall with his upper body, his right arm hanging weakly, and his left hand covering his right upper arm. Ling'er remembers that it was the same position where she was injured last time.

Ling'er had never seen Qingfeng Man look so weak? Ling'er was about to ask Qingfeng about his injuries when she accidentally caught a glimpse of a large pool of bright red blood where Qingfeng had been sitting before, and the blood stains extended to his position at this time.

Ling'er was in a hurry, and hurriedly got up and walked towards Qingfeng Xia. As soon as I got closer, the strong smell of blood hit my nose.

Qingfeng was startled, and he wanted to stop him again.

Ling'er hurriedly said: "You are losing a lot of blood!Let me help you stop the bleeding!" After speaking, Ling'er disregarded Qingfengxia's wishes, pulled away his left hand, and moved his hand strongly.

Qingfeng looked at the blood stains on the ground and thought, "No wonder I am so dizzy all of a sudden, it seems that the pressure is still light." ”

Seeing that Qingfeng Xia did not object again, but closed his eyes and let himself heal his injuries, Ling'er softened his movements. She pulled up the sleeves of Qingfengxia, only to see that the white sleeves of his midcoat had all been dyed bright red, which made her heart flutter.

Untying the bandages that had become heavy due to the blood, Ling'er was really startled. This is not an old wound that has not healed at all, but a wound that has just healed and then cracked, and then healed and dehiscence.

Looking at the newly torn marks of the wound, Ling'er asked painfully, "Is it because of saving me that the wound is torn like this?"

Qingfeng opened his eyes and glanced at his wound, and said nonchalantly, "No, it was like that before. ”

"You're lying, this is obviously a freshly torn scar!" Ling'er said sadly, while stopping the bleeding for Qingfengxia.

"It's just a little bigger. Qingfeng said softly, then closed his eyes and rested.

"You ......" Ling'er was both moved and guilty in her heart, and wanted to say something of thanks but couldn't open her mouth. This is a gratitude that cannot be expressed in words, and Ling'er silently shed tears.

Ling'er skillfully bandaged the wound of Qingfeng and rearranged his sleeves.

Qingfeng opened his eyes and said, "Thank you, girl." ”

"No, I should have to thank you!" Ling'er said softly.

"The girl doesn't have to be so polite. Qingfeng said with a smile.

Ling'er suddenly thought of something and asked, "Why don't you use herbs to stop the bleeding?Can such a big wound be done by pressing alone?" She remembered that on the day when Qingfeng Man's right arm was injured, he also relied on pressure to stop the bleeding.

Qingfeng didn't answer, he leaned against the stone wall and closed his eyes.

Ling'er thought that he should be dizzy after bleeding so much, so he persuaded: "Lie down and rest! ”

Qingfeng didn't open his eyes, only shook his head slowly.

Ling'er walked to the opposite side of the fire and sat down, and quietly accompanied Qingfeng Xia.

Looking at Qingfeng Xia, Ling'er suddenly thought of Qi Yang, who also used his injured arm to pull himself onto the boat that day. A few days have passed, but the scene is still vivid, as if it were yesterday.

I don't know how long I thought about it, Ling'er looked at Qingfeng Xia again, he seemed to be so tired that he fell asleep.

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The night breeze slowly blew into the cave, and Qingfeng subconsciously curled up his body.

Ling'er knew that this was a normal reaction after excessive blood loss, so she wanted to move the fire to his side.

Who knew that Ling'er only moved slightly, and Qingfeng opened his eyes. He glanced at Ling'er a little confused, and then gradually came to his senses.

Ling'er said apologetically: "I see that the night is cold, and I want to move the fire some." ”

Qingfeng Man shook his head and refused, and Ling'er had no choice but to give up.

"What should I do if it's cold in the middle of the night?" Ling'er was a little worried. Suddenly, she thought that Qi Mansion was nearby, so she said to Qingfengxia: "I have a friend who lives nearby, I'll go to him to borrow a thin blanket, you should bear with it first." Without further ado, Ling'er left the cave after speaking.

When Ling'er returned to the cave, the fire was still burning, but Qingfeng was gone.

Ling'er didn't delve into why Qingfeng Xia didn't say goodbye, because she kept thinking about where Qi Yang had gone in the middle of the night. Could it be that he didn't even go home in order to hide himself?

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Because thinking about Qingfeng Xia and Qi Yang, Ling'er stayed awake all night, looking tired early in the morning. She came to the Qi Mansion habitually, and it was not strange that she didn't see anyone, and then went to the Qingfeng Inn.

The "Feng'er" gathered here earlier than usual, chattering about the story of Qingfengxia making trouble in the Qin Martial Arts Pavilion last night and rescuing the weak woman.

Gongsun Qian and the others were rarely absent, so Ling'er sat silently on the side, listening to the girls count all the bad things Qin Liu had done in previous years, and praising Qingfeng Xia's heroic and fearless chivalrous behavior. This good and bad, good and evil, form a stark contrast, and it highlights the tall heroic image of Qingfengxia.

Ling'er thought that she had suspected that Qin Liu was Qingfeng Xia before, and couldn't help laughing at herself. Ling'er thought that Song Jian had said that Qingfeng Xia was the embodiment of justice that brought hope and courage to the people, so she felt more and more reasonable.

But how much hardship lies beneath the surface of this glory is rarely known. Ling'er sighed in her heart, "Even 'Feng'er' wouldn't know that the big hero in their mouth would fall weakly in the cave in the middle of the night, stained with blood. ”

Ling'er couldn't help but think of Qi Yang again, who would associate the man who seemed so powerful in the past with the faint pulse and the body temperature as cold as iron?

Ling'er scratched her head in annoyance, how could she think of Qi Yang again, the person who avoided herself like a snake and scorpion.

The "Feng'er" were talking about the women who were captured by Qin Liu, they were all poor orphan girls who had lost their parents, if it wasn't for Qingfeng Xia to rescue them from the fire pit, who else in this world would care about their lives or deaths?

Ling'er remembered Luo Mei at this time, and she didn't know if they would be able to go home safely in the morning. Thinking of this, Ling'er said goodbye to the "Feng'er" and wanted to visit Luomei.

"Sister, it's okay!" a little boy dressed in dirty clothes ran up to Ling'er and bowed down to beg.

When Ling'er saw that the little boy was only about six or seven years old and came out to beg, she immediately felt pity and hurriedly took out some broken silver for him.

When the little boy got the broken silver, he was surprised and delighted, and he fell to his knees and said gratefully, "Thank you kind sister!"

"Little brother, get up. Ling'er didn't dislike the little boy's dirt and helped him up. Ling'er, who was as careful as a hair, found that although the clothes and pants on this little boy's body were dirty and torn, they were of excellent material, he should have been born in a rich family, but how could he come out to beg?