Chapter 222: The change of 萋萋

Rao is the sunshine, and the cold wind is still cold.
Meng Wanqi carried Sheng Jiayan, and the rope that was twisted by her clothes was extremely painful for her shoulders. In the end, I couldn't hold it anymore. Seeing that there was a random cave not far away, Meng Eqi quickly pushed Sheng Jiayan into it.
After she sat down, she gasped for a few breaths. Before too much rest, he ran out of the cave to gather a little snow in his palm, melted it into water with his hands, and dripped a little bit on Sheng Jiayan's lips.
She inspected Sheng Jiayan all over the body, quickly tied it up with cloth strips in the bleeding area to stop the wound from worsening and bleeding.
Then Meng Eqi finally was able to lean against the mountain wall and exhaled for a long time. She was very cold all over, and there was burning pain on the broken shoulder. Meng Yuqi forced herself to calm down and tried to understand what to do next.
Sheng Jiayan is now in a coma, she can't carry it directly back to Mengfu because she doesn't know what other tricks the people behind the scene have. The palace can't go, Meng House can't go back, look at Sheng Jiayan like this, maybe people brought out from Meng House don't know they have an accident.
Who else can she trust now? Yao Xin? Fang Yansui? No...can't...
A cold wind came in, and Meng Eeng shuddered with a tremble. A shadow of a person appeared in her mind, and she frowned tightly.
Can he believe it?
Meng Yuqi glanced out, and now the color is getting brighter, and there should be many pedestrians and street vendors in the city. If she wants to drag Sheng Jiayan to the General Mansion, she will inevitably pass through the city, and she will surely attract people's attention.
But if she is to wait here with Sheng Jiayan for a day, she is second to none. Whether Sheng Jiayan can get through it is a big problem. She can't take this risk.
Meng Wanqi pulled her hair annoyed. She is in a dilemma now, and it is not a good choice before and after. She looked at Sheng Jiayan, who was frowning tightly in her coma, and was very upset. If it was her who lay here today, Sheng Jiayan must have a way to take her out.
No, I can’t just sit back and die!
Meng Haoqi stood up, moved Sheng Jiayan to a place where the shelter was not easy to be found, and packed up the tattered clothes and went outside. She needs to find a helper, whether it is a farmer or a villager in the mountains, as long as there is a place to temporarily house them.
She had good luck, and after a short walk, she met a woodman. Meng Hao was overjoyed and ran over with a beckoning hand: "Old gentleman! Old gentleman!"
The woodcutter walked with firewood on his back and heard someone behind him calling him. He hesitated for a moment, but did not look back. Because he was older, he thought he was behind his ears. He didn't look back until Meng Eqi's hand rested on his shoulder. Where knowing that this almost scared him away.
The woodcutter ran off with his legs stretched out, and the speed of the run really did not match his age. Meng 萋萋 pursued: "Grandpa! Don't run! I have something to ask you!"
Actually, it's no wonder that the woodman was afraid. The nosebleeds that Meng Eqiu had just wrestled are now all rubbed on his face. The forehead was still swollen with a big bag that was knocked out sometime, the clothes and skirts on his body were one by one, his eyes were eager and longing.
Meng Wanqi followed the woodman's two mountain paths to catch up with the old man's steps. She grabbed the woodman's arm and said, "Uncle! I really have something to ask you!"
The woodcutter followed Meng Eqi to the cave entrance and saw Sheng Jiayan covered with blood. His puzzled eyes swept back and forth on Meng Eqi and Sheng Jiayan. In the end, the woodcutter said: "But this young man seems to be seriously injured. If there is something long and short, how can I afford to be a mountain old man. Not to mention that you have no way..."
He shook it off, but looked at the piece of 貔貅玉佩 in the waist of Sheng Sheng Jiayan.
Meng Yuqi had no choice. After thinking about it, he stepped forward and dragged the piece of pixiu to the woodman: "Old sir, please, my brother needs timely treatment."
"Good." The woodcutter took the brave and rubbed it in his arms twice, put it under the sunlight for a few glances, and then put it away happily.
He and Meng Hao pushed the wood board together, but the woodcutter was getting older, and the general foot kicked back. This time Meng Eju's task of taking care of the wounded is aggravated. Not only is the woodcutter a little bit busy and not helping, Meng Eqi also stops from time to time because of his sprained foot.
It was in this way that the two of them rubbed into the sun and loomed, before they vaguely saw a thatched house with smoking smoke.
The woodcutter also knew that he didn’t do anything to help, and was a little embarrassed: "Girl, I’m not helping you, but I can’t help with my footwork. I’m sorry, but wait for me to let my mother-in-law The bowl of soup comes, and I will not return the jade pendant."
Meng Wanqi resisted his anger and tried hard to make her happy: "You take it, please come to you to help me find a doctor or Langzhong."
"Ah, I'll go here." The woodman happily left Yu Pei and walked to the door of the yard and whispered with his wife. From time to time, the two of them cast their eyes on Meng Eqi to examine, Meng Eqi only did not see.
She lifted Sheng Jiayan to the earthen kang, and the pitiful flames in the house where the fire was burning. Meng Eqi put the brazier around Sheng Jiayan, and she sat down to warm her. Meng Wanqi feared that Sheng Jiayan was frozen, and his hands were constantly rubbed and heated to hold Sheng Jiayan's cheek. After so many repetitions, Sheng Jiayan's cheek finally recovered a bit of blood.
Not long afterwards, the woodcutter took Langzhong who came from somewhere. Nalangzhong's eyes were worse than the woodcutter's. His older eyes couldn't see clearly. He was helped over the way. His eyes were often narrowed, and Meng Eqi didn't know whether he was open or closed.
Seeing that the old man had the same kind of pulse to Sheng Jiayan, and finally touched his beard: "Injury."
Meng Eqi relaxed for a moment: "Is it enough to apply a few medicines?"
Lao Langzhong tossed through his medicine chest, and at the same time took his eyes across Meng Eqiu's eyes.
I hurt my hamstring! ?
"Then you still hurt?" How could Sheng Jiayan hurt so badly? Did the person behind the scene order that he could not be killed in time and that he should be abolished? ! Injured his right hand, how should he take a pen and wield a sword in the future!
"Of course it was an injury. He was not old and recovered very quickly. Well, young people, just two or three years." Lao Langzhong fumbled a bottle of powder from the medicine box: "Apply him to all wounds , Stop bleeding and remove blood stasis, don't move him first."
He threw away the powder, and the woodcutter walked tremblingly.
Meng Yuqi turned around to see Sheng Jiayan's right hand. If it was not Langzhong, she could not see anything wrong with Sheng Jiayan's right hand. Thinking of her bumping Sheng Jiayan down from the mountain, I wondered if it had aggravated his injury.
I fell so much just now, and when I fell into nosebleed, Meng Erqi didn't expect to cry. At this moment, her tears flowed uncomfortably, and she wiped the tears off her face with her broken sleeve. Xin Yiyi untied Sheng Jiayan's clothes and spread the powder on his wounds. The most serious sword wound on Sheng Jiayan's body, in addition to the broken tendons, there was a trace from the clavicle down to the left chest.
Meng 萋's movement was light and slow, as she saw all the big wounds on Sheng Jiayan's body. For the first time in Meng Hao's mind, he wanted to take revenge.
It happened that the woodcutter sent Langzhong to push the door in. Meng Eqi looked back cautiously. The woodcutter was startled by the terrifying hatred in her eyes, so he stood at the door and dared not go inside.
Meng Haoqi took a deep breath and turned and walked to the table to sit down: "Old gentleman, you also heard just now, my brother was very badly injured. No two or three he could not move, before I contacted our family , We will all stay here for three."
The woodcutter rubbed his hands: "It's no problem to stay temporarily, it's just this silver..."
Meng Haoqi flew violently to lock the woodman’s throat, his eyes as cruel as the lone wolf after the injury: "Old sir, I will give your brave jade at least enough for your year’s livelihood, don’t be greedy. . I am anxious. My brother and I are both walking on the tip of the knife. I don’t mind adding another soul like you under my hands!"
The woodcutter was afraid and asked for mercy again and again: "Women's life! Do not live for two or three, even half a month!"
Seeing him like this, Meng Hao looted his hand coldly and sat back to Sheng Jiayan again.
When the woodcutter turned around, Meng Haoqi was relieved.
Fortunately, she had been a killer in her previous life and still remembered the basic throat-locking technique. If she wasn't cruel now and could not deter the lucrative lumberjack, she and Sheng Jiayan could not settle down for two days.
Meng Wanqi was so tired that she dared not sleep, and only stared at Sheng Jiayan on the pillow.
When Sheng Jiayan frowned, her eyelashes cast a deep shadow on her skin.
Meng Haoqi reached out to touch, but retracted.
Seeing him so weak, Meng Eqiu felt very emotional. When Sheng Jiayan was a king, he had been so embarrassed. Even though he did not drink Meng Po Tang in his previous life, although he was also cheating in the court, he was obviously more experienced than this life. In this life, he drank Meng Po soup and learned everything from the beginning. This time, others took themselves as bait, and Sheng Jiayan actually came to ignore it.
It would be nice if he didn’t reincarnate with him, if Sheng Jiayan didn’t promise him that he would be punished with him, if...
But why did His Majesty choose to be with her?
Meng Yuqi was very confused about this, thinking of it and fell asleep on Sheng Jiayan's pillow.
The sun is shining brightly outside the window, snow-capped.
In Meng's dream, there was a lot of fire, and the wailing continued--
"Amen, run quickly."
She and Sheng Jiayan were trapped in the same place on the battlefield. They were surrounded by gods and wild monsters. The three real fires of Taishang Laojun reduced the wildness by three or three nights.