Rebirth Strategy: Please let me go

Chapter 92 Are all these generals so kind?

"Let go." An Jinran ordered.

The soldier nodded in agreement and immediately released his grip on Qing Ge.

An Jinran grabbed the opponent's injured arm, took a closer look and immediately frowned. He had been fighting on the battlefield for more than ten years, and he was already familiar with this injury. The crack in the tiger's mouth was caused by internal shock, but even though It shouldn't hurt her like this.

Seeing Qingge dripping with cold sweat and hunched over slightly, he immediately realized that the injury that caused her to cry out in pain was in her abdomen.

After only a moment of hesitation, An Jinran got on his horse, then stretched out his hand towards Qing Ge: "Come up."

How could Qingge go up? He stood there without moving, looking around, planning the best escape route.

An Jinran didn't have much patience to wait for her. Seeing that she didn't respond, he leaned over and scooped her into the horse.

Qingge was slightly startled as she sat on the horse. She never expected that An Jinran would ask her to ride on the same horse. Are these generals so kind? Treat prisoners so well?

The sound of horse hooves resounded through the quiet street. Qing Ge felt that the armor on the other party's body was a little cold. She moved forward. When she moved a little, a big hand pressed down on her shoulder: "Don't move."

Qingge's eyes flashed slightly, but he didn't move.

After a while, she asked the person behind her: "Where are you taking me?"

The soldiers who were following him disappeared at some point, and this direction was obviously not the direction to the prison.

An Jinran didn't respond. He just drove his horse and looked ahead. He soon reined in his horse and stopped.

Qing Ge turned around to look and was immediately stunned.

This person actually brought her to Qingfeng Hall? do what? Treat her?

An Jinran dismounted first, then stretched out his hand towards Qingge. Qingge looked at the hand and refused coldly: "No."

Then she flipped off the horse neatly. The sharp needle in her abdomen caused pain like tearing in her abdomen. She gritted her teeth and made no sound.

An Jinran's eyes darkened when he saw her being so brave. Without saying a word, he turned around and patted the door of Qingfeng Hall. Soon, a young and extremely irritable voice came from inside.

"Who is it? Stop knocking!"

The door was opened, Chang Xu rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked at the person outside the door, yelling in a bad tone: "Who is it? Why are you knocking if you don't sleep in the middle of the night?"

Then he saw An Jinran's handsome and cold face. He suddenly woke up and his tone became gentle: "It turns out to be General An. I wonder why the general came here late at night?"

"This is a medical clinic, and I'm here to treat illnesses."

Changxu asked again: "Can I ask what disease the general has?"

An Jinran glared at him: "Do you think this general is a sick person?"

Changxu hurriedly shook his head: "No, no, General Long Jinghu looks very healthy and strong at a glance. How can he be sick? General, don't be angry. The sky is too dark, and the villain is sleepy and confused, so he missed it."

After saying that, Chang Xu glanced behind him, showing a confused expression: "What if the general is not ill himself, but because someone in his family is ill? Do you need my master to come for consultation?"

"You can't see those big eyes..."

An Jinran's angry scolding stopped abruptly, because when he turned around, there was still half a figure behind him, leaving only the cold night fog and the deserted streets.

He held the long sword at his waist, then lowered his head and laughed. The laughter was low and hearty, but Nagasu felt a cold wind blowing past him. He couldn't help but hugged his arms. The April sky was indeed more revealing. , cold panic.

After An Jinran smiled, he strode to the horse, turned over and got on the horse, and when he pulled the reins, he made the black horse neigh for a long time.

"General, does he no longer need treatment?" Seeing that An Jinran was about to leave, Chang Xu quickly asked him.

"No need." An Jinran left these words, and with a "drive", the black horse rushed out like an arrow and quickly disappeared into the night.

Chang Xu scratched his head in confusion, feeling that this person was so strange.

In the backyard of Qingfeng Hall, Qing Ge has entered Mr. Mo's house.

Seeing her pale complexion and hunched waist, Mr. Mo immediately stepped forward to support her: "Is this an abdominal injury?"

Qing Ge nodded: "I was hit by the enemy's pear blossom needle, one on my waist and one on my leg. I have to trouble Mr. Ge to take it out for me."

This needle is extremely small. If An Jinran didn't bring her here tonight, she would have to come. Removing this needle requires extremely exquisite medical skills. Mr. Mo has been dealing with needles all his life, and he is the only one who can accurately remove this needle for her. .

Hearing the words "pear blossom needle", Mr. Mo also darkened his face, and immediately told Qingge to lie down, and then checked her injuries.

Wherever the two silver needles passed, there was only a faint red dot left, which could not be seen without looking carefully.

"The other party can use such a hidden weapon. His identity is not simple." Mr. Mo took out a silver needle to seal his acupuncture points to prevent him from fainting due to the pain of taking out the needle for a while.

Qingge thought about it and said, "That man has a scimitar." She paused and felt that the description was inappropriate, so she changed her words and said, "There is a dagger. The pattern carved on the dagger is very strange. I have never seen it before." At least Yuan Hongnei has never seen such complicated ancient flower carvings."

"Oh?" Mr. Mo looked at her in surprise: "Did you see clearly?"

Qing Ge nodded firmly: "I saw it clearly. The dagger passed by my eyes. I couldn't have seen it wrong."

Mr. Mo's hand suddenly moved, and Qingge screamed. The next moment, a handkerchief was stuffed into her mouth, and Mr. Mo said seriously: "Bite it."

Qingge bit the handkerchief tightly, with cold sweat rolling down his forehead. Mr. Mo's method of taking the needle was not gentle. Qingge felt his head throbbing, and his whole body felt like water was washing him. The pain of taking the needle was like being cut with a knife. Her flesh and blood were extremely painful.

"All right."

Just when Qingge felt the smell of blood in her mouth, Mo Lao's voice of relief sounded. Then Qingge collapsed and in the blink of an eye, she saw two thin silver needles lying on the bottom of the clear water basin. Although the silver needles were small, they almost killed her. Life.

Mr. Mo sprinkled her with medicinal powder in a hurry, and then threw her a roll of coarse cloth: "Tie it up yourself. Don't touch the water for the next few days. Apply the medicine on time every day, and it will be fine soon."

After taking out the silver needle, his body suddenly relaxed. Qingge sat up with difficulty, cupped his fists from the bed and thanked him: "Thank you, Mr. Ge, for saving my life."

"No need to be polite." Mo Lao washed his hands to avoid suspicion and asked Qing Ge to wrap the wound.

After he put away the silver needle, Qingge had finished making up and got off the bed. For ordinary people, this injury was fatal, but for people like them who licked blood from the tip of a knife, this was just a minor injury.

If it weren't for the silver needles in her abdomen that pierced her acupuncture points, how could these two silver needles have caused her so much suffering.

Mr. Mo took a pen and paper and put it on the table: "Draw the dagger pattern you see and make it as perfect as possible."

Qingge didn't hesitate. She sat at the table and took a brush and started painting. Although she always held sharp tools, she was involved in painting when she was inside the organization. She couldn't draw anything too complicated, but she could still draw a pattern. Three points of description.

Soon a picture of a dagger was drawn. Qingge put down the pen and handed the seventy-nine-point similar picture to Mr. Mo. When Mr. Mo took a look at the pattern in the painting, his expression immediately changed.

"This is a barbarian trick."

Qing Ge lost his temper: "How could the barbarian tricks appear in Yuanhong? If the news from my subordinates is true, it seems that the barbarians have not yet paid tribute this year."

Mr. Mo patted the painting on the table, with a deep look in his turbid eyes: "Barbarian objects are also circulated in Yuanhong. Although the dagger used by this person is from a barbarian, it does not represent the other party's identity. It still needs to be investigated."

Qingge looked deeply and then said yes with cupped fists.

Mr. Mo looked at the style of the dagger in the painting. It seemed that he had to take some time to meet with the young master. In order to make complete preparations, no detail could be missed.

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