Chapter 7 Seven, thorn pulling

"Su Tong!" Jun Wuyi shouted.The sound caused internal injuries, and he fell on the straw, vomiting blood. What a sober and calm person Su Changshan is, he never acts on impulse—and going here is a reckless act of death. There are always impulsive moments in life.A strong man dies his confidant, raises his sword and goes out of Yanjing... that's all. "You are going...no one can stop you..." Jun Wuwu's eyes were slightly hot, and he said with all his strength: "...you go." He only felt that the torture he had suffered in the past ten days was not as good as this moment It came turbulently; all the internal and external serious injuries suffered in the past ten days burst into limbs and bones at this moment.

"General!—" Ye Fangting exclaimed, and ran to Jun Wuyi's side, shaking his powerless arm vigorously: "The general has passed out! Su Tong!..." Su Changshan carried Jun Wuyi on his back, and Ye Fangting followed with his sword raised. The secret passage of the agency had been broken by Su Changshan when he came, and several people quickly walked out along the original road.It was early morning outside, the air was cold, and the dry grass was frosted. "Smooth escape—!" Ye Fangting took a deep breath and patted Su Changshan's shoulder with a smile. "Smooth?" Su Changshan said flatly, "It was indeed too smooth."

Ye Fangting heard something in his words, and looked at him suspiciously. Su Changshan supported Jun Wuyi, who was still unconscious on his back, and strode forward: "Even if this is a death cell full of institutions, it doesn't mean there are only two guards with weak martial arts." "You said——Cao Zhi did it on purpose? Let us go on purpose?" Ye Fangting took out her melon seeds from her pocket, knocked them and said, "Oh...there will be no doubt about the rebellion of the general Jun and General. When the time comes, The imperial court will send a large army to kill the general, even if we have three heads and six arms, it will be difficult to fly."

She swallowed a melon seed: "Anyway, General Jun will be tortured to death by him in prison, so what are you afraid of convincing evidence?" Draw an arc: "Even if the emperor comes by himself, there will still be blue sky and white sun, bright heaven and earth, and the justice of heaven—greater than him!" Fengzhou is close to the northern border, and if you go ten miles north and cross Chongshan Mountain, you will be the Turkic land. There is a village at the foot of the mountain, surrounded by green hills. Along the way, Ye Fangting looked curiously at a group of children playing with mud: "Su Tong, these little dolls have blue eyes!"

"Although the villagers are Sui people, it seems that some of them have intermarried with foreigners." Su Changshan said, "Let's find someone to settle down first." He walked towards the courtyard where the dolls played, and there was an old man sitting inside. Weaving straw sandals in the sun. "Uncle, we pass by here, can we stay for a few days?" Ye Fangting approached with a smile, she had a lovely face, and her voice was sweet. The old man who weaved straw sandals looked up at them and sighed: "Aren't you also fleeing?" Ye Fangting and Su Changshan looked at each other.

"Cao Zhi is cruel... Alas, the people of Fengzhou are dying, and those who are fleeing are fleeing. Tell me, why doesn't the emperor care about the lives of the people?" The old man greeted them: "Come in." A simple thatched hut with a few strings of corn hanging on the wall. The old man came out tremblingly with a bowl of corn porridge: "You Fengzhou people are pitiful too. This little young man is so thin, must he faint from hunger? The old man doesn't have any good treats. What will my five children eat in the future? Just eat whatever you want." In poor and remote areas, the folk customs are often the most simple.

Su Changshan put Jun Wuyi on the kang, took the porridge, and said sincerely, "Thank you." There was a burst of scrambling voices from the dolls outside the house, "It's mine!"Following the voice, the old man walked helplessly into the courtyard. Su Changshan looked at the unconscious Jun Wuyi on the kang, and lifted his robe—— Ye Fangting covered his mouth and squeezed an exclamation between his fingers. The ankle was bloody and bloody, the hamstring was broken, and the wound was tied with thorny vines, allowing the cold air to seep into the blood to forcibly dissolve the internal force... If it weren't for Jun Wuyi, if it was someone else, I'm afraid the soul would have returned Nine days.

Su Changshan said without changing his voice, "Go fetch a basin of water." Ye Fangting came in with a wooden basin of warm water, the steam curled up, and the back of her hands were also stained with water. "You go out first—" Su Changshan raised his head and said, "Wait, leave the clothes behind." "What are you doing?" Ye Fangting gripped his neckline vigilantly, and stared wide-eyed: "Don't think that you can bully people when the general faints! Miss, I am very skilled in martial arts, don't even think about it..." Su Changshan had already started treating the wound, and said without raising his head, "I will borrow the cloth from your body to bandage the wound."

With black lines on his face, Ye Fangting tore a piece of cloth from the corner of his clothes, threw it to Su Changshan angrily, and stomped out the door. In the room, Su Changshan slowly removed the Kunzhan stab, Jun Wuyi who was in a coma frowned, obviously in great pain.Not to mention the thorns on this Kunzhan vine, there are dozens of ox hair thorns on each thorn, just like a cactus. . "Be patient." Su Changshan pressed Jun Wuyi's hand, regardless of whether he could hear it, and didn't even know whether he was encouraging Jun Wuyi or himself.Because although his hands are steady, there is already sweat on his forehead.

Three hours passed, and there were nearly a thousand small thorns on the ground.Finally, Su Changshan heaved a sigh of relief—— I only heard a weak but steady voice on the couch: "Thank you." "When did you wake up?" Su Changshan was slightly surprised.On the couch, Jun Wuyi's expression was still warm, and the Moshi's moist eyes were a burden to share the hardships with his confidant. "When you pulled out the first thorn." Jun Wuyi smiled: "It hurts too much, I can't sleep." "Don't even say it hurts." Su Changshan bandaged his ankle: "Is it fun to pretend to be sleeping?"

Jun Wuyi just smiled and said nothing.After experiencing pain and torture, the brilliance in his eyes became more and more pure, like glass that has been tested to be transparent by the fire. "Ye Fangting and I took you out of prison." Su Changshan said flatly. "I guessed it, there is no such a warm kang in prison." Jun Wuyi nodded, seeing Su Changshan's expression of sudden silence, he knew what he was thinking: "Since he has come out, everything in prison is over." "Cao Zhi will refer to you again, so that your rebellion becomes a fact, and your absconding in fear of crime becomes an ironclad proof." Su Changshan said leisurely. Jun Wuyi caressed his ankle: "Since we have come to a desperate situation, why not put it to death and reborn?" Su Changshan raised his eyebrows and glanced at him. "When you helped me pull out the thousands of thorns, I figured it out." Jun Wuyi smiled, "I'm not as smart as you, but I'm not stupid."