Kite falling into red dust

His arms, back and chest were wounded and wrapped in gauze, so he struggled to get dressed.But now there is no one waiting around him like usual, so he can only rely on himself.

Just after enduring the pain and changing his clothes, he was still panting heavily when the man in Tsing Yi came back with a bowl of medicine and delivered it directly to his mouth.He hurriedly said, "I'll do it myself."

The man in Tsing Yi shook his head, still holding the bowl, looking at him with indifferent eyes, but showing undeniable persistence.There is no way, even though I am full of suspicion, but I really don't have the strength to resist the other party in my current appearance.He also had no choice but to open his mouth and let him pour the whole bowl of soup into his mouth.

"It's so bitter," he frowned. "What kind of medicine is this?" The man in Tsing Yi didn't answer him, but took out a medicine bottle from his pocket, poured out a pill and handed it to him, beckoning him to take it. "What is this?" He wasn't worried about the poison the other party gave him, after all, if he wanted to kill himself, he wouldn't have to bother to bring him here.But no matter what he asked, the other party didn't answer, which really made him feel a little uncertain.

Watching him swallow the pill, the man in Tsing Yi turned around and poured a bowl of water from the small table beside him, and handed it to him. "Thank you." After drinking the water, he tentatively spoke again, "That..." But the man in Tsing Yi didn't even look at him, and went out again.

Murong Mingyu lay on the bed, when the medicine slowly came up, he gradually regained some strength, then struggled to get out of bed and pushed open the door.

There is a small yard in front of the hut, the yard is full of weeds, there is only a trampled path and a well.The courtyard was surrounded by a dense forest, and it was impossible to tell where the way out was.

The man in Tsing Yi was sitting by the well, wiping a long sword with a silk handkerchief soaked in well water, with a concentrated expression, as if there was no one else around.There was nothing special about that sword, but the blade was thin and sharp, exuding a chill.

Murong Mingyu hesitated, but slowly approached him, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you for saving your life! But do you dare to ask your name?" To his surprise, the other party ignored him and walked away with his sword in hand In the middle of the courtyard, he took a deep breath and danced his sword.

His wrist rotates flexibly, every move and every move, flowing clouds and flowing water, naturally performing, sometimes as fast as lightning, and sometimes as slow as a breeze.The green grass was all cut off, and the fresh smell of the grass juice permeated in the wind. The grass leaves fluttered back and forth with the sword energy, but none of them fell to the ground.

And his figure is very chic and elegant, that green shirt, that long ink-like hair dancing in an unbelievably beautiful rhythm.

For a moment, Murong Mingyu seemed bewildered.He never thought that swordsmanship could also have such a sense of beauty.

The man in Tsing Yi lowered his sword, and the blades of grass slowly fell.He closed his eyes and adjusted his breath quietly.

Only then did Murong Mingyu come back to his senses, and suddenly found a scabbard beside the well.It is a very simple wooden scabbard, the only special thing is that there are three words engraved on it: Liu Hanqing.

"Ah!" He suddenly realized that this must be his name, so he said loudly on purpose: "Liu, Han, Qing, what a good name!" , One put the sword back into the scabbard.

He looked at him with a smile, and said: "Hero Liu saved my life, and I will repay you, but why does Hero Liu always treat me like this?" But Liu Hanqing seemed to have made up his mind to ignore him, turned around and turned around again. to go.

"Wait a minute!" In desperation, he grabbed his sleeve, "I really have something very important to ask you!" When the other party turned around and looked at him and him with cold eyes He was so scared that he quickly let go of his hand and said, "Holding, I'm sorry, but I'm really worried. When you rescued me, did you see a person with me? He was dressed in black, with skin It's also dark..."

"Gululu..." A strange voice suddenly interrupted him, and he smiled awkwardly.He was in a coma for two days and two nights, and he didn't eat a single grain of rice. It's normal for him to be hungry now.

Liu Han glanced at him lightly, then suddenly jumped up into the air, tapped his toes lightly on the roof, and instantly disappeared.

Murong Mingyu was stunned again, Mo Yuan's lightness kung fu was not weak, but if he wanted to compare with this person, he might not even be able to catch his shadow.He has never seen such a high level of lightness kung fu in his life—no, he seemed to have seen it once not long ago, that green-clothed man who fought against injustice, could it be... this person...

Now that he is gone, can he find a way to return to the palace?But he soon discovered that this was almost impossible.Just now I struggled to get out of bed and walked a few steps, but now I felt a little dizzy and couldn't stand still, so I quickly sat on the edge of the well.

After about half a cup of tea, Liu Hanqing came back with a paper bag in his hand.

"Where have you been?" As usual, he didn't answer him, and opened the paper bag, and there were several steaming buns inside.He took out one, bit it in his mouth, and threw the rest into his arms.

Murong Mingyu was stunned, it turned out that he went to buy something for himself. "Thank you." He thanked him sincerely.Liu Hanqing's expression remained calm, and he jumped onto the roof while biting the bun.

He looked up at him, and saw that he was eating the buns bit by bit, staring into the distance.

Only when you are full can you have strength, Murong Mingyu decided to continue asking what he wanted to know after eating.

He ate quietly for a while, but he couldn't help talking to him, and said: "I recently met a person, he is a bit like you, and he doesn't like to talk to me. When I ask him something, he just nods or shakes his head." Respond to me, this is stronger than you."

One of Murong Mingyu's special skills is that if the other party doesn't answer, he can keep chattering on: "Liu Hanqing, is this really your name? Why did you save me? What is this place? How old are you?" ? Are you from Beijing? Do you usually live here? Who else is there in your family..."

Gradually, he noticed that Liu Hanqing's brows were wrinkled, and there seemed to be a little impatient expression in his eyes.

Although it is not a happy expression, it is better than no expression.And Murong Mingyu thought, if he really angered him, maybe he would not keep silent anymore.

Then he actually spoke: "Is that all you want to hear me say?"

But when he opened his mouth, Murong Mingyu preferred that he continue to remain silent.Because the voice from his throat was hoarse and difficult, like a dying patient suffering from tuberculosis for many years, as if every time he uttered a word, he had to expend ten times more energy than ordinary people.

The moment he heard his voice.He literally fought a cold war.

Seeing his reaction, Liu Han sneered lightly, and said, "Do you now wish that I would keep my mouth shut forever?" He quickly put away his surprised expression, shook his head and denied, "No, I definitely don't have this mean."