Chapter 111 Deep Injury

Gao Xiaoliu no longer has to lie down at the window, he can stand at the window and look out.

He held a flower in his hand and leaned against the window to pull it off piece by piece.

"One day, two days, three days."

As he counted in his mouth, petals fell one by one.

Two idlers in the shop opposite saw it and shouted, "Master Liu, why are there only these few petals now?" "It's too few, it's not as good as before."

Gao Xiaoliu threw the flower branches at them.

"Don't worry," he shouted, "Sixth Master will go down and give you a few punches, so that you can see the sky full of petals."

The idle people downstairs were not angry either, laughing and joking.

“Sir—” the shop assistant poked his head from outside, “the carriage is ready.”

Gao Xiaoliu turned around and glared: "My leg injury hasn't healed yet."

As he spoke, he leaned against the window and sat down on the ground, pressing his legs and making a hissing sound.

"You have never broken your leg, do you know how painful it is?"

The shop clerk was not surprised: "Sir, I know you are waiting for someone and are reluctant to leave. We went to Miss Qixing's house and asked about it. Her family said that she went out to do business and was not in the capital."

Although Qixing didn't say it personally, Gao Xiaoliu had already guessed that it was useful for her to borrow the blacksmith shop, and she would definitely go to do some work when the blacksmith shop was used up.

but.

I've been out for several days.

Gao Xiaoliu stretched out his palm to look at it. He had a bad feeling in his heart. He always felt that something had happened.

"I heard earlier that the Mo disciples outside were inquiring about something? Is there anything strange near the capital?" he asked.

The store clerk nodded: "Yes, but it's not surprising. After all, there has been a lot of commotion in the imperial court recently, and the location of our Momen Heroes Association has also been selected. Everyone is more cautious."

Gao Xiaoliu said oh.

"Sir, Miss Qixing will definitely participate in the Heroes Association," the store clerk added.

"That's natural." Gao Xiaoliu said, with a proud look on his face, "She is a true hero."

The shop clerk hurriedly said: "Isn't that great? The young master will go to the Heroes Meeting to wait for her. Even if he goes out to do errands, she will definitely come on time."

Upon hearing this, Gao Xiaoliu immediately stood up.

Moreover, even if she doesn't come, she can get more news from all directions outside.

Although he is sitting in the capital, he has people and money, but this place can block the wind and rain, and it also limits his hearing and vision.

Since the incident in Momen, his father survived the disaster, and with Liu Yan's watchful eye, the capital has become more and more difficult. He can understand his father's caution, but...

He should look outside more.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t know someone like Qixing.

Gao Xiaoliu stood up on one foot and jumped to walk out.

"Sir, slow down," the store clerk said hurriedly, and then shouted to the outside, "Someone come quickly and carry the master."

More shop assistants rushed over and lifted Gao Xiaoliu up with all their hands and feet.

Gao Xiaoliu also yelled.

"Slower."

"It pulled off my toe—"

"It hurts..."

"You have never broken your leg, so you have no idea how painful it is-"

People are coming and going on the road. Although it is not too cold or hot now, the journey is always hard and I cannot help but take more rest. Therefore, there is always no shortage of business in the tea sheds on the roadside.

"Look - make more money -" several people pointed to a newly erected tea shed on the roadside, "This tea shed, which has been open for more than ten years, can be renovated and rebuilt -"

As he spoke, he looked at the tea shed that was being built in front of him. It was much larger than before, and the entire land had been plowed.

"Hey, with this grandeur, I think I'm going to build a teahouse."

Some people pointed and looked curiously, some people passed by in a hurry, and some people put down the baskets and frowned at the opened tea shed.

"Where are we going to have some tea?" he muttered.

The workers who were building the teahouse heard this and pointed out with a smile, "Just three miles further, there are also cheap teahouses."

The man was dressed simply, probably because it was too hot while traveling, and his robe was half loosened and askew, with one arm exposed and the other hanging down to cover his fluttering hands.

"We still have to go so far." He shook his head and simply sat on the ground aside, "Forget it."

He raised his head, poured the skin bag into his mouth, and quenched his thirst with the few remaining drops of water.

The workers no longer paid any attention to it. They all worked hard and worked quickly to get their wages.

Meng Xichang held the leather bag with his left hand, and seemed to be using his right hand to support his body. His arm suddenly moved, and his right hand covered by his sleeve turned into a long sword, which was thrust into the ground. He took it back in an instant, and lifted it up by wiping his sweat.

Sniffed in the mouth and nose.

Even though so many days have passed and deep soil has been turned, the smell of blood is still there.

He looked at the iron hand in his sleeve, and saw the mud brought out from the depths, mixed with a touch of blood.

He couldn't help but close his eyes.

"That kid, don't sleep here." A supervisor shouted nearby.

Meng Xichang opened his eyes: "I haven't slept, I haven't slept." He shook his sleeves, and a bug he had hidden in advance came out, "Why are there bugs?"

After saying this, he sighed again and looked at the insects on the ground with their legs in the air.

"It's such a small one, it hurts so much when I press it down."

The blood penetrated so deep, what a tragic scene it must have been.

The doors and windows were open, the room was bright, the embroidery needle was shining, and the next moment it poked the tender skin, a drop of blood seeped out instantly.

Qing Pheasant hissed and quickly put his fingers in his mouth to prevent the blood from dripping and staining the brocade red.

In that case, the embroidery made by the lady will be ruined.

"Miss Xiaoqing." Aunt Guo walked in, saw her appearance, and called softly, "Are you okay?"

Qingzhi raised his head: "It's okay, I pricked my hand."

Aunt Guo looked at the tears rolling in her eyes.

"Earlier, Mr. Gao's man from the capital hall came to ask about the young lady. You also said that the young lady and him are acquainted." She said softly, "Why don't you tell him about the young lady? After all, he is the palace hall in the capital.

, the more people you have, the more eyes you have.”

Qing Zhi shook his head: "Although Miss knows him, she didn't tell him what to do, so I can't make my own decisions for Miss."

Aunt Guo said hello and added, "I've already sent someone to send a message to Mr. Wei's family."

Qing Zhi nodded and gave her a smile.

"I'll cook you a bowl of noodles." Aunt Guo said and went out.

Qing Zhi looked at his fingers. The blood spots from the needle pricks were no longer visible. The tears that had been rolling in his eyes finally rolled down.

"It hurts even if a needle pricks me." She murmured.

My body was injured and it really hurt.

You can feel it even when you know you are in a coma.

Her consciousness couldn't help but curl up.

It's been a long, long time since I've felt pain.

When was the last time?

When you were four or five years old?

Or when I was younger, I might have bumped into something.

I'm too young to remember.

Since the last pain, she has had no more pain.

At this moment, every piece of flesh is being torn apart, endlessly, and the pain is really uncomfortable.

A hand fell on her body. It was cold, and the place where it touched seemed to freeze the skin. She couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, and her chaotic consciousness gradually condensed. She opened her eyes slightly, and saw the dimness.

There was a vague figure standing in front of him.

Noticing her movement, the man raised his head. The dark night receded, and the green light was bright.

"Liang Bazi." She saw it clearly and asked, "Where is my sword?"

Huo Lian raised her chin: "You can take it yourself."
To be continued...