Chapter 26 Han Jing'er

Mitu was in a drowsy state all the time, and he felt as if he were being carried on his back, then on a boat, and then on being carried forward. However, there was always a sweet fragrance around him from beginning to end, and occasionally someone whispered, the voice was so sweet and so familiar, he tried to think about it, and whispered: "Jing'er!

Han Jing'er's face was blushing, and her heart was sweet and excited, and she didn't know how many times she had called her name in a coma, and even the maid Xiaohong kept making fun of herself, which made her both angry and happy, which was a kind of shyness, but also a kind of sweetness. Since the end of Nanshan farewell, this man has been resident in his heart, when he saw him at the foot of Wudang Mountain, covered in blood, seriously injured and dying, it was deeply shocked his heart. In the past ten days, he has been taking care of his clothes with care, and as his situation changes, he is happy and sad, and he doesn't know how many tears have secretly flowed.

Mitu slowly opened his eyes, and the blurred shadow in front of him gradually became clear, it was the woman who was haunted by his dreams, he wanted to make a smile, but it was so laborious. Han Jing'er leaned over and said softly, "Don't move, you can say what you want to do." ”

"Thank you!" Mitu said with a few words.

Han Jing'er said with a slight annoyance: "If you want to thank me, you have to wait until you get better." As she spoke, she reached out and tested her temperature on Mitu's forehead, and gently pressed the corners of the quilt for Mitu.

Mi Tu Na had seen the gentleness and delicacy of a woman, and he felt that his forehead was smooth and warm, and his heart was suddenly warm and abnormal, but he was not blessed to enjoy it, and soon fell asleep again.

In late spring, the nights in the mountains are still very cool. The sun is rising, and the glow is ten thousand ways, sending a melting warmth, driving away all the cold.

This is a small mountain village only a few dozen miles away from Wuchang Mansion. In the early morning, the smoke curls and the chickens and dogs bark, and the children begin their day of playing and frolicking. The small mountain village is quiet and full of life.

Mitu opened his eyes again, and there was a glimmer of light flowing in his eyes.

"Miss!" called the maid Xiaohong out the door.

"What's wrong?" Han Jing'er answered the door and entered the door, her voice a little eager.

"Brother Mi woke up. Xiaohong replied happily.

Han Jing'er took a towel by the door to wipe the water droplets on her hands, walked quickly to the bed, and looked at Mitu quietly, her face full of happy smiles. Mitu struggled to get up, but Han Jing'er hurriedly leaned over and held him down, and said angrily: "I said that I can't move, the injuries on your body haven't healed yet, you just have to open your mouth." ”

Mi Tu was pressed by her, the two were very close to each other, a few strands of hair slid lightly across their faces, and there was a faint fragrance into their noses, and their faces were immediately more rosy, so they quickly lay down and did not move.

Han Jing'er was much more generous, took a pillow from the side, and said, "You have a wound on your back, always lying like this is not conducive to wound healing, so let's turn sideways." As she spoke, she helped Mitu turn over on her side and gently cushioned him.

"Miss, when will you be so gentle with Hong'er?" teased Xiao Hong's soft voice.

Han Jing'erjun's face was slightly red, and she turned her head and said with a heavy face: "Okay! Then you can quickly get so many injuries on your body, and I will be more gentle to you." ”

"Forget it, then. Xiaohong pouted.

Mi Tu listened to the two women bickering, his heart was warm, and his face was full of smiles. I heard Xiaohong chuckle and say, "Miss, I'll go and dry Brother Mi's clothes, and take breakfast by the way, you have to take care of your Big Brother Mi!" She deliberately said the word "your" very seriously, full of teasing.

Han Jing'er's pretty face turned even redder, her beautiful eyes were stunned, and she stood up, and Xiaohong immediately jumped out of the door, leaving only a string of silver bell-like laughter. Han Jing'er turned around and said with a slight stutter: "Hong'er loves to mess around, don't care." ”

Mi Tu realized that the reason why Han Jing'er was washing her clothes for herself when she entered the door was even more excited. But Han Jing'er's words were not good, so she quickly changed the topic and asked, "What is this place?"

Han Jing'er calmed down and replied: "This is Hanjiazhai, my home. ”

Mitu immediately understood that this should be the important place of Mingjiao.

He was lying quietly for several days in a row, and was forbidden to get out of bed by Han Jing'er, but his heart was not calm, all the things that happened during this time have been haunting his heart, all of this is too weird, he thought hard, but he couldn't figure out a clue. "A group of killers suspected of being masters of Buddhism in Yedian, mysterious monks who have never met in Wudang Mountain Gate, and monks who have been Yuan, are they related? The old man I met on Zhongnan Mountain, the mysterious master who took away Temu Dudu on the martial arts field, is it the same person? What is their relationship with Temu Dudu? There are even more suspicious eleven men worshipping the mountain at the same time, and eight men attacking themselves at the same time. All of this is too weird, and it is all aimed at himself and Yiyun's master and apprentice. I don't know how the master's injury is, and I don't know how Wudang is now. ”

Although Mitu tried her best to hide her worries and depression, how could Han Jing'er, who was as careful as a hair, not notice it, but she couldn't persuade her for a while, so she could only take care of Mitu more carefully, often talking about irrelevant topics and trying to make Mitu not think about those unhappy places.

At this time, Mi Tu felt that his strength had recovered a lot, and most of the external injuries on his body had healed, only the ribs that he had broken when he jumped off the cliff still hurt slightly from time to time, and he wanted to get up and go out for a walk. Han Jing'er found a wooden stick for him and gently helped him out of the door.

Han Jing'er's residence is at the highest point of the mountain village, and as far as the eye can see, the whole mountain village is very ordinary, there is nothing special about it, and there are no strange buildings, some are just peaceful and vibrant.

The two didn't go far on the street, and soon a group of children surrounded them and asked Han Jing'er in a gossiping manner: "Sister Jing'er, is this the big hero you are talking about?

"Sister Jing'er, Sister Jing'er, is the eldest brother's martial arts really high?

"Sister Jing'er, the eldest brother is so handsome, can you let me touch him?"

A group of children were not afraid of life, and surrounded the two of them and asked questions non-stop. Xiaohong hurried over, stretched out her hand to stop the children crowded forward, and said, "Go, go, go and play by yourself, now the big brother is injured and can't mess around with you." ”

An older boy grabbed Han Jing'er's shirt and said, "Sister Jing'er, you haven't taught us kung fu for many days, just play with us for a while today." ”

Han Jing'er leaned over, touched the boy's hair and coaxed: "Xiaoshi is obedient, my sister has to take care of my eldest brother these days, and when my eldest brother's injury is healed, my sister will definitely teach you." ”

Mitu looked at a group of lively children, and there was an endless warmth in his heart, which was the hope of life and the source of vitality, just like the spring field, tender and green, full of vitality. With a smile in his eyes, he quietly watched Han Jing'er coax a group of children softly, exuding the beauty of a woman's unique soft surname, even the most beautiful wreath in the world could not be compared. These days, he deeply feels Han Jing'er's gentleness and thoughtfulness, she is like a rising sun, vigorous and vibrant, the warm heat drives away all the haze in the world, making people feel more cordial, warm, and infecting people to be uplifted.

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