Yunyue past events

The sick horse galloped wildly, and was about to bump into it head-on. Zhao Ling couldn't dodge it. Before he could react in panic, he was thrown to the ground in a flash.

Zhaoling heard the neighing of the horse, so close, as if she was close to her ear,? At the same time, an arm was placed on his head,? Protecting his head.

The nose smelled the smell of livestock, and the sick horse jumped over them in an instant, barely dodging at the nick of time.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Zhao Ling felt dizzy,? He was constantly rolling down from heights.

After a tumbling,? Rolling until the bottom of the slope, the unstoppable movement stopped.Zhao Ling fell into a daze, and was in a daze for a while, and when he realized what happened, he found himself in Yue Qian's arms.

One arm of Yue Qian hugged his waist tightly, and the other arm protected his head, and covered him tightly with his body.

Zhaoling, who was protected in her arms, was unscathed.

Yueqian was not so lucky. His arms were covered with scars. There was a large area of ​​abrasions on his left arm, and the skin was broken and bleeding.

"Dive deeper, let go."

The arms that tightened around his waist were strong, making Zhao Ling feel a little difficult to breathe, and the body temperature and sweat smell that belonged to Yue Qian, also made him feel a little flustered.

Of course, Yue Qian didn't intend to hug him and not let go. After falling to the bottom of the slope with Zhao Ling, the first thing he did was to look up the slope, looking for the trace of the sick horse.

He was still on guard and had no time to care about other things.

The sick horse had already been subdued by Ma Nu, Wei Huai and others. It was pushed down on the half slope, whining and whining.

"open."

Hearing Zhao Ling's voice, Yue Qian let him go immediately. He didn't notice how tightly he hugged Zhao Ling, and he didn't realize that he kept covering Zhao Ling's head with his arms.

The arms around the waist were loosened, and Zhao Ling was able to move her body.

Zhao Ling got up from the ground, straightened his clothes, and had already regained his composure. Instead of looking down at Yue Qian, he looked up at the people and horses on the slope.

Mingming noticed that Yueqian had large scratches on his left arm, and the right hand that was protecting his head had scars on the knuckles of his five knuckles.

Zhao Ling was not as calm as he appeared on the surface, and he had some emotional ups and downs in his heart. He quickened his pace up the slope and calmed down his emotions.

There was such a big commotion outside, Yu Guan heard the sound and rushed over, he saw Gongzi Ling present, and heard Wei Huai saying that the horse escaped from the stable and almost ran into the young master, Yu Guan turned pale with fright.

Yu Guan ran up to Zhao Ling, knelt down, kowtowed and apologized, muttering non-stop.

Zhao Ling ignored him, but passed him to look at the dying horse that was pinned to the ground, and asked Zheng Ming, "What's going on?"

There were so many people present, Zhao Ling asked Zheng Ming without asking anyone.

He sent Zheng Ming to the stables to check the situation. After a while, the sick horse escaped from the fence. Zheng Ming was obviously a witness.

When Zheng Ming heard the young master asking him, his heart felt weak, cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and he tried to calm himself down. He bent his knees on the ground, holding his abdomen in his hands, and said in a weak voice, "Young master, I don't know what's going on. Suddenly I heard the manu shouting, I saw a horse pole next to the wall, and thought that it would not hurt the young master, so I mustered up the courage to step forward, threw out the horse pole and caught it firmly, thinking that this beast would still break free."

"I was kicked by that beast in the abdomen. I couldn't breathe from the pain on the spot. I almost fainted. I neglected my duty. I failed to rescue the young master in time. Please punish the young master!" Zheng Ming didn't pretend to be injured. The more he said, the paler his face became. Fingers fisted in pain.

"This horse was originally locked in the stable for treatment. It has a bridle and a fence. How could it escape?" Wei Huai was suspicious, and glanced at several horse slaves who were kneeling on the ground.

The stalls were so high that it was impossible for the horses to jump out, nor would it happen if the horses were tied up.

Sensing that Wei Huai's eyes were on him, Zheng Ming lowered his eyebrows, avoided his gaze, and said in a low voice, "Maybe some man slave was negligent."

Yu Guan, who was kneeling on the ground, wished his eyes would be blackened, he walked up to Zhao Ling on his knees, and tremblingly said:

"My lord, damn my servant! It must be these stupid slaves, donkey slaves who didn't take good care of the horse, and made this beast rush out of the stable and confront you!"

"Xiaochen, Xiaochen, just kill the horse slave who watched the horse, and slaughter this animal!" Yu Guan said this from the bottom of his heart, feeling that he was very innocent and was burdened by slaves and sick horses.

Zhao Ling bent down and stretched out his hand to stroke the horse's head. His movements were gentle, but he turned a deaf ear to what Yu Guan said.There was a large ulcer on the horse's abdomen, and the wound was deep. Its eyes were dark and it kept gasping. Zhao Ling knew that the animal was in great pain.

Raising his head, Zhao Ling glanced at the naked man slaves kneeling on the ground trembling, his expression was indifferent.

Zhao Ling said loudly: "Wei Huai, take the life of the sick horse."

Wei Huai responded: "Yes, young master!"

The horse was beyond recovery, and all remedies had been tried.

There was a machete for cutting hay in the stable. Wei Huai took the machete, and Yu Guan and others held down the sick horse's body.

With the knife in his hand, blood spattered, and the horse let out a final cry of grief.

Rather than let it continue to suffer, it is better to end its suffering as soon as possible.

From Zhaoling to the slope, Yue Qian followed him, he was always there.When Wei Huai killed the horse, Yue Qian held the horse's neck, and the horse's blood splashed on his face, his expression was very serious.

The horse was executed and it was the turn of the slave.

These disheveled, ragged man slaves, on their dirty faces, had two black eyes revealing deep despair and fear of death.

Once, Yueqian was also a member of the slaves, looking at these lowly man slaves, there was a slight change on his usually emotionless face.

After killing the sick horse, Zhao Ling seemed a little tired. He glanced at the trembling horse slave and said to Wei Huai, "Go back."

Yu Guan was stunned for a moment, then kowtowed excitedly, and shouted: "My lord is magnanimous! Thank you so much for forgiving their lives!"

Even though he is a group of slaves, how can he be an official after being killed, he can't feed the horses by himself.

Wei Huai drove, and Yue Qian followed the car. Zheng Ming was seriously injured and was left in the field for treatment.

In the carriage, Zhao Ling recalled what happened in the field. When the sick horse was about to hit him, Yue Qian rushed forward with all his strength and threw him to the ground. The two of them rolled down the hillside together.

He quietly and quietly looked at the wound on Yueqian's arm, the blood had stopped flowing and had solidified.

The wound was not cleaned, and the coagulated blood was mixed with sand and stuck to the wound. This kind of injury is not serious, but it will be very painful.

Yue Qian didn't pay attention, as if the wound didn't exist. When he was on the field, he didn't even wash the wound with clean water.

Why don't you care? For him, it's just a small injury.

Zhao Ling looked away from Yue Qian's arm, still thinking in his heart: Why did he save me?

When endangering themselves and others at the same time, people will choose to save themselves instead of saving those around them. This is instinct.

At the hunting ground that day, I saw Yueqian rescued his companion and used his body to block the bison, so desperate.

His blood is warm and his heart is warm.

Being protected by Yue Qian in his arms, lying with him under the slope that exudes the smell of green grass and mud, the two leaned against each other, Zhao Ling recalled that time and heard the sound of his heart beating.

The cool evening wind blew across his face, blowing the hair around his ears, Zhao Ling's squinting face, there was a subtle emotion in his heart.

Back in Bedi, he dived to change his clothes, raised his arm, and only then remembered the wound on his arm.

The maidservant brought a basin of clear water and dived to wash the wound. Although it was a flesh wound, the blood flowed a lot, and a layer of blood appeared on the clear water.

In Yuanyuan, Yueqian often had small wounds on his body, his fingers were cut by fishing nets, his palms were pierced by fish fins, his feet were stabbed by thorns, and so on.Yue Qian doesn't cry out for pain, and doesn't worry about it. He has a strong self-healing ability.

But as long as Chang's father finds out, Chang's father will still gather herbs, crush them on stone slabs, and stick them on Yue Qian's wound.

Clean the wound well, dive in to wipe off the water stains, roll up your sleeves, and ignore it.There were no wild herbs near Bedi, and Yueqian didn't plan to apply medicine, so flesh wounds can always heal by themselves.

"Servant Yue, the young master calls you over."

The maid came to pass the message, and she stood at the door, bringing a burst of fragrance.

Yue Qian put down his sleeves and followed the maid.

The maid took Yue Qian to the dormitory. Gongzi Ling was changing his clothes. When he rolled down the hillside, he was not injured at all, but his clothes were stained with mud.

Young Master Ling just put on a set of bottoming clothes, revealing his fair neck and arms.

Yueqian is already used to seeing Zhao Ling changing clothes, so his eyes don't have nowhere to rest. He calmly walked to Zhao Ling's side, and Zhao Ling who turned his back to him suddenly said: "You just rescued me in the field, you should be rewarded. What reward do you want?"

Just hearing the sound of footsteps, you know you are diving.

Yue Qian didn't answer, he saved Gong Ziling not for reward.

The maid puts on an undergown for Zhaoling. The high collar of the undergown covers his neck, and the narrow sleeves hide his arms. Zhaoling opens his arms, and the maid helps him put it on.

Finally dressed neatly, Zhao Ling turned around, looked at Yue Qian who was still silent, his eyes fell on the sleeve of his left arm, and asked: "Have you figured it out?"

Yue Qian said: "A certain son once helped him in the past, so there is no need for a reward."

He called himself "someone" and never called "subject". When he wanted to save him, he didn't feel that he was saving his master.

Zhaoling felt that Yueqian was really unreasonable sometimes, so he ordered: "Stretch your hand over here."

At this time, he didn't know what the other party was going to do, Yue Qian handed out his right hand.

Zhao Ling corrected: "Left hand."

Change to the left hand.

Zhao Ling held onto Yue Qian's left hand, pulled up his sleeve, and saw the freshly cleaned wound, which was not bandaged and oozing blood.

Does he feel no pain?

"Ask the housekeeper to find a pharmacist." Zhao Ling ordered the maid.

The maid left in a hurry to find the housekeeper.

Zhaoling's fingers, which had never done rough work, were smooth and soft, and the warmth was conveyed between them. The soft and warm feeling was like the feathers of a bird close to the skin.

Zhao Ling stood very close, and the two looked at each other, Yue Qian realized for the first time that this man was not short, and he was no longer the skinny boy before.Zhaoling is well-nourished on weekdays. He is tall, long-legged, and in good health. He already looks like an adult.

In the past, Yue Qian seldom observed Zhao Ling, and always regarded him as a willful young man.

The other party withdrew his hand, making Zhaoling's momentary enthusiasm nowhere to turn, and that enthusiasm quickly dissipated without a trace.He seemed bored, ignored Yue Qian, went to sit in front of the mirror, and asked the maid to tie his hair.

I don't know where the housekeeper went to call the pharmacist. I'm afraid he went to the city and didn't come for a long time.

Yue Qian sat by the side, watching the maid tie Zhao Ling's hair, he was very focused and did not move.

Finally, the housekeeper brought a pharmacist over, and the housekeeper stood outside the door to reply, and Zhao Ling called the pharmacist into the house.

In front of Zhao Ling, the pharmacist applied medicine to the wound on Yue Qian's left arm. He was meticulous and skillful in his actions.

When the cold herbal medicine was applied to the wound, it had an analgesic effect and brought comfort, Yue Qian suddenly thought of Father Chang.Thinking of living in Yuanyuan when he was a child, life was very difficult. Every time he was injured, Chang Fu would apply medicine and bandage the wound.

Gong Ziling's face was very close, and he focused on watching the pharmacist apply the medicine and bandage.

Yue Qian felt it was absurd, he thought of Chang Fu because of the son's action of summoning the pharmacist to heal him.

How can the two be compared.

The absurdity is not limited to this incident. When he realized that the scratches on his arms and finger joints were all for saving Gong Ziling, he was injured in protecting him, Yue Qian felt troubled.

At that time, the unconscious action did not pass through the brain at all.

The moon is bright outside the window, and the moonlight shines on the branches. The night is deep and silent, only a few insects are heard from a distance.

Zhao Ling was lying on the bed, the candlelight reflected his eyebrows and eyes, and he sat down beside the bed, holding a scroll of silk in his hand, and read out the contents.

The content recorded in this volume of silk scroll is quite boring to Yue Qian, it is all myths and legends, illusory and illusory.Zhao Ling likes such bizarre stories very much. He is very leisurely and elegant tonight, and even gives Yue Qian an order to read books for himself.

The more subconsciously illiterate, the education he received was very short when he was young, and Zhaoling would guide and correct him when he encountered words he could not pronounce, or mispronounced words and sentences.

"The mountain ghost lives at the foot of the Nanshan Mountain. It wears magnolia as its crown, and wears a girl's radish on its waist. It is beautiful and affectionate. Mr. Qin hunts the water, and meets the mountain ghost in Dijun..."

After Yue Qian read this point, he paused for a while. He looked at the picture of the mountain ghost drawn on the silk book, and found that the Nanshan mountain ghost did not look like a woman.

A little puzzled in his heart, even so, he continued to read, his tone still normal.

When reading that Duke Qin turned into a phoenix bird at night and flew to Nanshan to have a tryst with the mountain ghost, Yueqin was secretly surprised.

In this story, the identity of Lord Qin is also described, he is the first king of Rong Kingdom.

It seems that it is precisely because of the legend that Qin Gong can transform into a phoenix bird, so the Rong people use the phoenix bird as the sacred bird, and the Rongwang family uses the phoenix bird as the family emblem.

Yue Qian thinks of the phoenix bird he met in the garden when he was young. It is very human. Could it be changed by people?

This thought felt absurd again.

Looking up at the people listening to the story, they found that Zhaoling had already fallen asleep, sleeping peacefully.

Because of trust, but defenseless.

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