The two of them were chatting while walking, and the deeper the lane became darker. When they turned into Yangjiao Alley, they suddenly tripped heavily by an obstacle and fell on the bluestone slab-

"Oh my god, who is putting something randomly on the side of the road? How can you kill someone?" He angrily rubbed his knees and palms that were hurt.

When he stood up and turned around, he found that Zhao Chonghuan's posture was silenced under the shadow, as if he was looking at what the obstacle was-

"Why is it a person?" Wei Huai came over and was startled, "Are you drunk?"

Zhao Chonghuan didn't sound for a moment, but just touched the pulse of the motionless person hidden in the darkness in the dim light. Soon, he said, "It's not like! This person is not drunk!" As he said that, he explored the man again, and suddenly touched the sticky wetness of one hand on his rib abdomen. He moved his heart and turned his hand to see, "It's blood!"

Wei Huai took a breath: "Is anyone dead?"

"It must be just for a night of loss!" Zhao Chonghuan said without changing his expression.

"What should I do? Send this person to the hospital?" Wei Huai immediately reacted.

Zhao Chonghuan did not move, but quickly lifted the hem of his soapy clothes lining and directly "sharp" tore a long piece of cloth, skillfully fumbled the wounded's bleeding area and tied it up.

Then he stood up and looked around: "It's too late, it's only a few steps away from my house. Let's take it to my house first. My brother will order the magic of the Yellow Emperor to see what's going on!"

Wei Huai thought it was good, so he wouldn't be able to knock on the clinic door and make it sound abnormal: "Come on, I'm more forceful, I'll carry him!"

Zhao Chonghuan was not polite, and asked him to help him lift the man and put it on Wei Huai's back.

Although Wei Huai was thin and had a lot of strength, the injured person still made his legs stagnate and said sadly: "This man is quite heavy!"

The Zhao family courtyard is at the end of Yangjiao Alley.

Wei Huai was panting and carried the injured to the Zhao family. The Zhao family's brother and the little maid were standing outside the yard with wind lamps waiting for Zhao Chonghuan to return.

Seeing Wei Huai carrying someone on his back from afar, Brother Zhao was shocked. When he saw Zhao Chonghuai clearly, he immediately relaxed again, but he didn't even ask more questions and helped the injured person to the small room on the west side with the little maid.

After Zhao Chonghuai sent Wei Huai away, he went into the west wing to check on the people he picked up.

"Little husband, who is this?" Brother Zhao, who was still a man's voice, turned into a surprising female voice for a moment. If Wei Huai was still here, he would have to jump up in shock.

The little maid also blinked and stared at the stranger on the bed.

Zhao Chonghuan did not answer, but leaned over and carefully examined the injured person. He found that not only was the knife in his abdomen, but also had two broken ribs. He turned his head and told Brother Zhao, "Xicun, go and prepare the equipment and Baiyao, I will heal this person's injuries!"

Xi Cun closed his eyebrows when he heard this. Seeing that his young husband looked serious, he didn't dare to ask more questions, so he had to hurry up and prepare the equipment and medicines.

The little maid was quite clever and considerate, so she walked to the table and poured a cup of tea for Zhao Chonghuan.

Zhao Chonghuan took the tea and drank it all in one sip, eased his breath, and then looked at the appearance of the injured person on the light.

Although the man's face looked gray and pale due to excessive blood loss, he looked very young, with broad eyebrows and bright eyes, handsome and clear figure, slender and upright figure, and a heroic spirit. However, his skin color is darker than that of ordinary people, which is the result of long-term sun and wind blowing.

This man wore a black head and a silk-filled man in a regular dress. He had nothing except an eagle-patterned black jade ring hanging around his waist. He didn't know if he was not carrying it or was deliberately taken away by the robbery. Anyway, he perfectly interpreted the three words "Anonymous".

After a while, Zhao Chonghuan twisted his eyebrows gently. He picked up the black jade in the eagle pattern to welcome the light. The jade was like blood flowing, and the eagle pattern was carved like life, and the tiny hair appeared, like a blood-colored roc spreading its wings, floating proudly in the air. He knew it was absolutely extraordinary at first glance.

Seeing this man dressed, he was not like a peddler and pawn who was mixed in tiles, but his skin was extremely dark and extremely dark than the children of wealthy families in Jiangnan. Could it be a subordinate who ran errands for wealthy families? But ordinary subordinates must not be able to afford such precious jade.

After pausing, Zhao Chonghuan put down the black jade, held the other party's hanging hands again, observed left and right, became more and more confused, and said softly: "Why do you look like a Tartar?"

The little maid's ears were sharp. When she heard his words, she immediately looked worried. She pulled Zhao Chonghuan's sleeve and whispered, and it turned out to be a mute.

Zhao Chonghuan glanced at the little maid, raised his hand and stroked the other party's small auricle, and said gently: "Don't worry Azhao! I just saw that the calluses on his hands were very special. It was caused by pulling bows and shooting arrows all year round. There were few such things in Jiangnan!"

Upon hearing this, Azhao gestured.

"It's okay, it's just picked it up by the roadside. I'll be fine when I ask Wei Huai to go to the county government tomorrow and I'll be fine if I tell you. I won't cause trouble!" Zhao Chonghuan said.

After hearing what he said, Azhao calmed down.

In an instant, Xi Cun brought the healing equipment, hot water and other preparations in.

"Go and get another liang of wild chrysanthemums and a bowl of gray-free wine. Oh, go to the next door Aunt's house to ask for a pot of her young grandson's urination!" Zhao Chonghuan ordered and cut off the clothes dyed half of her body of blood for the injured.

Xi Cun was stunned: "What do you want a boy to drown?"

"Decoct medicine!"

Xi Cun choked. It was the first time she heard her little girl reveal such a unique prescription. She glanced at the injured person and secretly chanted "Amitabha" for him.

Zhao Chonghuan did not raise his eyelids when he was surprised by Xi Cun, and only quickly cleared the wounds of the injured with the help of A Zhao.

Soon, he took out a silver needle and first applied a needle to stop bleeding to protect the heart veins, and then fixed the two broken ribs of the man. Then he twisted a homemade silk thread and a fish needle, and his white fingers, which were as slender as a Jiangnan embroiderer, flew up and down. In an instant, he flew the needle and sewed the cracked ferocious wound in a fine manner. Finally, he evenly sprinkled white medicine to stop bleeding and wrapped gauze. The whole process was only half an incense stick.

The injured person had already lost too much blood and fainted. He was completely unconscious of this trouble and did not even moan, which would save the trouble of using Mafei San.

Zhao Chonghuan admired the wound he had sutured, and the corner of his lips raised slightly: I think the charity room that has been in full swing for more than half a year has not gone in vain. Now the suturing technique is so skillful!

When the Xicun decoction medicine was delivered in, he found that his master had already taken a book and was reading it.

She couldn't help but think that if she didn't bother with that face and just looked at his posture of holding a book under the lamp, she really felt that he was extremely clear and elegant, just like misty rain in the West Lake, broken bridges and snow, sparse and thick and thin rolls of ink and wash, far beyond the boundlessness.

While taking out the reed tube to fill the medicine for the injured, she looked at Zhao Chonghuan's unsightly face and complained: "Little husband, you have been in Lin'an Mansion for half a year and have not cared about it every day. You just stayed in the charity room all day long. Now you are picking up a dying man in the middle of the night and asked me to slap him a boy. Are you really planning to compete with the King of Hell?"

Zhao Chonghuan glanced at her, and the soft eyes of the spring dew on her dull face fell from the gilded gilded light of candlelight, which was sifted into strands by the slender eyelashes. The sparkling sounded like the spring water of the West Lake, shining brightly.

"Are you angry?" he said with a soft smile.

"What can I do with you? I'll be happy! I'll be with you in Lin'an City!" Having said that, Xi Cun's eyebrows clearly said "I'm unhappy."

Azhao walked over and lazily shook his sleeves.

Xi Cun glared at her: "You are the little husband who said he nodded evenly. Why do you pull me?"

A Zhao was also a little amused and still gestured with a flattering look: "Young husband is tired, A Zhao will wait for him to rest first. Sister will teach us a lesson tomorrow!"

"Go and go!" Xi Cun waved his hand angrily, "Don't blame me for accidentally taking care of this person on the list of the King of Hell tonight!"

Zhao Chonghuan curled his lips, and naturally knew that Xi Cun's hard-mouthed and soft-hearted personality would not argue with her, so he threw down the book and left.

After walking two steps, he turned around and said, "Xicun, remember to go outside the yard to deal with this person's blood. Don't scare the neighbors tomorrow morning!"

Xicun nodded and showed that he understood.

Back in the simple and elegant room, Azhao was busy preparing to wash and have something to do.

Zhao Chonghuandi sat in front of the bronze mirror, and an inconspicuous face reflected into the mirror. After a moment of looking at it, he raised his hand and groped behind his ears as if he was casually.

As he gently polished and peeled, soon, he was twisting a human skin mask as thin as a cicada's wings, and a completely different face suddenly appeared in the bronze mirror-

In the mirror, there was a clear face that only a young girl had. Her skin was like Xing Baici, her eyebrows were as dark as spring mountains, and her lips were red. She didn't need to be dotted, as if the mountains were clouds emerged from the blue sky, the autumn water fell on the lotus, and the mirror flowers reflected the water and moon, and she was endless. And the two lacquer eyes that everyone felt that they had put the wrong place were pressed on this face at this moment and did not disappoint God's fortune.

But when God created her, he still used his imagination and left a light green mark on her left forehead, which seemed to be dyed with a strange color. It was a pity.

The mark reflected in the mirror under the candlelight emits a faint luster, and there is a vague illusion. It is a mark similar to a green lotus, which falls on her fair white porcelain skin, like a snow lotus in the cold snow on the top of the Tianshan Mountains, blooming in a strange and charming place.

This mark is like a birthmark, but not very much like a birthmark. It has been around since she can remember it, and it doesn't hurt or itchy, and she doesn't care. However, in recent years, she felt that the mark has vaguely become bigger. She also searched through medical books to find similar situations, but found nothing.

During her time at the age of her hair, the master also prepared a prescription to make her mark, but she failed. However, she did not expect her appearance, so she let it go.

However, Wei Huai probably never doubted the man he admired - he was so strong that he found the suspicious point of the case when he was playing with a bowl on the scene. He directly stripped naked people's robes when he was playing horses, and was diligent than running on the charity room, and was more unpredictable than the deep pool and clear water. He would be a girl's home.

And she is good at playing, not only knows how to play, but also makes her life.

This time, I came out to gain my life.

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Junan: Be surprised, Dama Zhao is a girl!

A certain sister came to find a spoiler, but was ordered by Taobao and was not allowed to spoiler for aunt! So as a mother, she could only follow the orders of His Highness the Princess, and could not spoiler for her sister:》

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