The sound of wind, birds, and the tinkling of the stream came to her ears. The air was filled with the smell of fragrant grass. Wu Xun opened her eyes and saw the blue sky. The sun was a little dazzling. She gently touched it with her hands.
Cover it until you get used to it
She stood up suddenly and sat up, pulling her body. Her internal organs seemed to have been crushed. The pain made her take a breath and look around her surroundings. She should
It's low on the cliff
Did Song Hanzhuo jump down with him in the end? The last impression Wu Xun had before he fainted was the moment Song Hanzhuo caught him.
"Song Hanzhuo!" Wu Xun shouted in a hoarse voice. She was injured and really had no strength. She pushed her body down. As soon as her feet landed, she fell down before taking a step. Her knees and arms fell on the rocks. A pair of warm
Hot and strong hands picked her up around the waist, and his gentle voice was a bit reproachful, "Why are you running around if you don't take a good rest when you wake up?!"
"Where have you been?" Wu Xun asked aggrievedly.
Song Hanzhuo placed her on the smooth stone, lowered his head to check her injuries distressedly, and said, "I'm going to find you some food, so that you won't wake up hungry."
Wu Xun lowered his head and said, "I didn't see you when I woke up, I thought you..."
A low laugh came from above the head, "You don't think I'm dead, do you?" Song Hanzhuo sat side by side with her on the stone, reaching out to touch her head as before, "When I fell from the cliff, it was that
The vines saved us." Song Hanzhuo said, pointing to the vines that seemed to be hanging from the sky.
"Does it hurt?" Song Hanzhuo looked at her hands and knees distressedly. Wu Xun shook his head, his eyes fell on the grass not far away, and said, "Pull out those grasses for me."
Song Hanzhuo handed Wu Xun the grass that Wu Xun pointed at as he was told, looked at her curiously, and saw that she was about to put the herbs into her mouth, so he quickly stopped her, "I'll do it!"
Wu Xun handed it to him with a smile, "Echinacea is the most common hemostatic herb." Wu Xun said while applying it, "I used to fall and get injured when I went to collect herbs in Yaoyu Valley, and I was afraid that Anan would worry, so I just
Use this to stop the bleeding."
"Okay." Song Hanzhuo looked at her with a smile, took the fruits to the stream, washed them, handed them to Wu Xun, and said, "You can eat them on the spot first."
"It's so sweet." Wu Xun took a big bite and his eyes suddenly fell on the lawn not far away. Song Hanzhuo followed her gaze and asked, "What are you looking at?"
Wu Xun threw the fruit in his hand and wanted to jump down. Song Hanzhuo hurriedly supported her and helped her to the lawn. It turned out that in the green area, there was a piece of plain silk stained with blood, which should be from the women's brocade.
The skirt remains.
"Su'er..." Wu Xun picked up the piece of cloth with trembling hands and looked at Song Hanzhao excitedly, "Song Hanzhao, Su'er, it's Su'er, have you seen Su'er?!"
"Xun'er, calm down first!" Song Hanzhuo said, "When we came down, we didn't see Su'er. Maybe she was rescued by others."
"I'm going to find her!"
"Be careful!" Song Hanzhuo helped Wu Xun, who was about to fall, in time, and said helplessly, "Su'er must be nearby. You can recover from your injuries first, okay?"
"I'm fine!" Wu Xun said stubbornly.
"When I was looking for fruit, there was a village in front of me. Maybe Su'er was rescued by a local farmer." Song Hanzhuo comforted. Wu Xun has no strength now. If her internal injuries are not treated now, it will be enough to kill her.
life.
The two came to the door of a larger farmer's house, and the owner warmly welcomed them in. The peasant woman saw that the two of them were dressed in unusual clothes, and they must be from a wealthy family. They were in trouble here. In line with the simplicity and enthusiasm of the farmer, she killed one of them.
An old hen at home made soup for Wu Xun.
"Madam, we don't have anything good here. The old hens we raised at home have been stewed for you." The peasant woman came in with a thick and delicious chicken soup. Wu Xun half leaned on the bed and smiled, "Auntie,
You are interested." He then tied a piece of jade pendant from his own body and handed it to the peasant woman, "I don't have anything on me, so I will give you this piece of jade pendant to pawn it for some silver."
"Madam, I absolutely cannot bear to part with this." The peasant woman refused quickly. Song Hanzhuo held her hand and said, "Put the jade pendant away." He took out a piece of broken silver from his sleeve and said, "Madam, this
Please accept it, I don't have much on me, just this money, can I grab some medicine?"
"Okay." The peasant woman hesitated and reached out to take it. Song Hanzhuo smiled and took the chicken soup, let Song Hanzhuo lean on her, blew it and handed it to Wu Xun's mouth and said thoughtfully, "It's a little hot, slow down."
The peasant woman looked at the beautiful couple with a smile and said with envy, "You two are the best couple I have ever seen, and you are so loving."
"Ahem, cough..." Wu Xun was slightly startled after hearing this. Before she could swallow the chicken soup in her mouth, Song Hanzhuo patted her back gently and said, "I told you, slow down, why are you still saying this?"
So impatient."
Wu Xun glared at him slightly, it was hard to explain the relationship between the two of them. Song Hanzhao smiled proudly at her. The peasant woman looked at the two people's eye contact, and she was thinking about her wife who went up to the mountain to chop firewood.
"Mom, we don't..."
"Auntie, we don't need you here anymore, you can go and do your work." Song Hanzhuo took over Wu Xun's words with a wicked smile, which made the aunt smile ambiguously and said, "Okay, okay, I understand, old lady, I understand, the old lady is also young.
Pass………"
Wu Xun's face turned even redder. Is it okay to pretend to be dead?
"Smile, you're still smiling." Wu Xunjiao glared at a man who smiled like a fox. Song Hanzhuo handed another spoonful of chicken soup to Wu Xun's mouth to please him. He originally wanted to refuse with dignity, but
My stomach smelled the fragrance and started to protest
He cried out, "We were husband and wife before, and the aunt was right." After a bowl of chicken soup, Wu Xun felt much better. He was about to lie down when he heard Song Hanzhuo's words, he was slightly startled, and then
Lying on the bed, not talking
Song Hanzhuo looked at the woman huddled up on the bed with her back to her, and smiled helplessly. I also hope that I can still be the person you trust in the future, and can stand by your side, protect you from wind and rain, and spend time together.
rest of life.
"Master, your wife has gone to bed." The peasant woman was sitting in the yard washing clothes after feeding the chickens and asked with a smile when she saw Song Hanzhuo coming out. Song Hanzhuo nodded, walked to the well and fetched a few buckets of water for the peasant woman. The peasant woman was busy
He refused and said, "No, no, no." Song Hanzhuo insisted, "It should be." The majestic King Zi Ling, who ruled the dynasty of Xuanyue Dynasty, was sitting in a small farmyard and fetching water himself.
"You two are quarreling." The peasant woman looked at the worried Song Hanzhuo and asked. Seeing that Song Hanzhuo didn't speak, she smiled and persuaded, "It is common for couples to quarrel, but there is no hatred overnight. Women like to hear it.
Just say a few nice words, and you can coax them later and everything will be fine."
A helpless smile appeared on Song Hanzhuo's cold face. His eyes fell on the uncut firewood beside him. He rolled up his sleeves. Who would have thought that he would immediately pick up the knife and scold King Zi Ling on the battlefield. Now he is holding an ax and holding firewood.
It was also quite good. The peasant woman looked at Song Hanzhuo with satisfaction and admired this young man.
, not only does not have the squeamishness of rich people, but he can also do hard work. The chat box is opened at once, and the heart of gossip comes up, "What are you two arguing about?" Song Han was stunned for a moment, and said without blushing, "I just turned over
It's an old score, because I looked at another woman too much before."
The peasant woman immediately became happy after hearing this, and then said seriously, "That's your fault. Man, that's it. He likes to move around. The man in our family was like this when he was young, but he changed it later. He has grown old.
, it’s not like I’m accompanying him, no matter how fragrant the flowers outside are, they’re not as warm as the flowers at home.”
"It's okay. I'll give you a nice word later."
Song Hanzhuo didn't say anything, his eyes fell on the window, trying to see the people inside through the window, his eyes were gentle and lingering.
"Old woman, what kind of food did you cook? It's so delicious." came a strong male voice, and saw an energetic old man in commoner clothes, about fifty or sixty years old, striding away carrying two bundles of firewood.
When he came in, the peasant woman hurriedly greeted him, "We have a guest at home, so we killed our old hen."
The farmer then turned his attention to Song Hanzhuo and saw that although he was a little embarrassed, his appearance was majestic and he was not an ordinary person. He smiled and said, "I wonder why I can smell the fragrance from so far away."
Song Hanzhuo nodded to the farmer and looked at an old couple with envy as they talked about their daily life. The farmer's wife told the farmer everything that happened today, big and small, and the other half listened with gusto. It actually made him feel happy.
Much envy.
Wu Xun heard the voices outside the door and was about to get up, but because of his weakness, he almost fell to the ground. Song Hanzhuo heard the sound, his face condensed, and he strode in. He saw Wu Xun holding the edge of the bed and was about to get up.
He stepped forward and picked her up, carefully placed her on the bed, and said, "If you need anything, just call me. Don't you know your own injuries? You are still a doctor."
"I didn't see you when I woke up." Wu Xun whispered. When he saw the smiling peasant woman at the door, he blushed slightly and reached out to push Song Hanzhuo away. The peasant woman walked in with a smiling face, "Madam, if you don't mind,
If you have anything to do, just call me."
"Thank you, ma'am." When she saw an old man walking in and looking at Song Hanzhuo inquiringly, the peasant woman hurriedly introduced, "This is my old man. He went to chop firewood and just came back."
"Old man, can I ask you something?" Wu Xun asked.
"Madam, please tell me," the farmer said, "There is nothing in this village that I, the old Wangtou, don't know about."