Jiang Qing

After cleaning up the mess in Weihu Mountain, Mei Shao and Bai Bingchen went down the mountain together.

As soon as they arrived at the government office, someone came to report that the Huang family ran away in the rainstorm while they were besieging Weihu Mountain.

After hearing this, Fang Min led people to Huang's house, wanting to search for some clues, left Mei Shao and Bai Bingchen at the gate of the government office and left.

Mei Shao lived a little far away from the government office, and Chu Yan and Jian Shiliu were left near Weihu Mountain to re-plan and dredge the flow channel of Cangzhou. Fang Min left him a horse before he left, but he doesn’t want to When it comes to riding a horse, it takes effort to take two extra steps.

When guarding the arsenal, Mei Shao suffered a lot of injuries. There was a sudden explosion in the cave. , the untreated wound was even more involved.

It's just that he was wearing a black robe and had a lot of other people's blood on his body, so it didn't show clearly.

When he was on the mountain, in order to deter the bandits, Mei Shao didn't tell anyone about his injuries.Now that things are over, the whole body is slowly feeling the pain, and it turns out that I can't even walk half a step.

Mei Shao looked at Bai Bingchen who was watching Fang Min's leaving back, and the picture of him saying those words on the mountain came to his mind, and he didn't know how to define the relationship between the two people.

The way Bai Bingchen looked at him was so tender and pampering, as if he had broken the time of six years of separation, more tender and gentle than when they were young, and that kind of words... the former him would never say it.

He was too fast and full of his kindness, as if he was chasing the passage of time, almost filling everything to him as if to make up for it.

But the more this happened, the more Mei Shao felt something was wrong.

He shouldn't be like this, he shouldn't have no temper at all, he is so gentle that he is almost a dummy, without any emotional ups and downs, when facing Mei Shao, he only has such a gentle attitude to the end, with unquestionable and evasive stubbornness , Stuff this favor to yourself.

Seeing Fang Min disappear without a trace, Bai Bingchen turned his head, looked at Mei Shao who was standing there motionless, and took the initiative to support his back, "Let's go."

Before Mei Shao had time to dodge, Bai Bingchen's hand had already dropped, touching the cold and viscous liquid.

Bai Bingchen's complexion turned ugly for a moment. He looked at the dark blood stains on his hands, took a deep breath, tried his best to restrain his urge to get angry, lowered his eyes, and said calmly, "Can I still go?"

Saying that, Bai Bingchen half wrapped his arms around his waist, put most of Mei Shao's strength on himself, and supported him to walk into the government office.

Bai Bingchen's expressions were drawn so quickly that Mei Shao had no time to catch anything, seeing that he still had a gentle look on his face, and he didn't mean to blame himself at all in his words, and suddenly felt a little empty in his heart.

Mei Shao doesn't know what it's like to really like someone, but in the past, every time his father was injured on the battlefield, even if he was lying on the bed, he would still be beaten, scolded and reprimanded by his mother.

His demeanor is too calm, as if caring for himself is a patterned process, no matter what Mei Shao does, he will only face himself with this demeanor.

Bai Bingchen supported Mei Shao to his room, placed him on a chair beside him, and left the room.

Not long after, Ji Pu opened the door and came in.

Mei Shao subconsciously glanced behind Ji Pu, but there was no one, and Bai Bingchen didn't come.

Ji Pu glanced at Mei Shao, who was looking around, knew what he was looking at, and replied, "Bingchen went to change clothes."

Mei Shao withdrew her gaze, as if nothing happened.

Ji Pu didn't say anything, and stepped forward to check Mei Shao's wound.

The scabbed blood stained the clothes, Ji Pu had no choice but to use a dagger to make a cut along the non-adhered areas, tear off the unadhesive clothes bit by bit, and then wiped it bit by bit with a damp cloth, trying to Let it soften up a bit.

"Be patient." Ji Pu looked up at Mei Shao, and quickly tore off a piece of sticky cloth.

Blood immediately gushed out from the torn wound, causing Mei Shao to groan in pain.

There are still several such wounds on his body, especially the place on the back that was hit by the flowstone, which is the most serious.When Ji Pu tore off the piece of clothing, Mei Shao's forehead was wet with sweat, and his hair was already wet a little. At the moment of tearing, he couldn't even cry out, a white light flashed in front of his eyes, and then he gasped heavily. The eyes slowly returned to the state of being able to see things.

Ji Pu didn't dare to wipe the blood on him too much. After roughly wiping around the wound, he took out the medicine powder to stop the bleeding and sprinkled it on. After a while, two bottles of medicine powder went down, and the bleeding was slightly stopped.

It has been a long time since the medicine was finished and everything was bandaged.

Ji Pu cleaned up the mess on the table, and said: "Bingchen said that you haven't closed your eyes for the past two days, you should sleep here for a while, and lie on your stomach when you sleep, don't touch the wound on your back, it's the easiest in summer now Infected, I will send the decoction later."

After finishing speaking, Ji Pu also finished packing his things, and after going out, he thoughtfully closed the door behind him.

As soon as he went out, Ji Pu bumped into Bai Bingchen who was waiting at the door. He was half leaning against the door, still wearing the same clothes as when he went to Weihu Mountain. Seeing him coming out, he looked over with questioning eyes.

"How is it?" Bai Bingchen followed Ji Pu's footsteps all the way to his yard.

"Well, it feels good to the touch. Martial arts practitioners are different. Their flesh is firmer than usual." Ji Pu was obviously joking around, without seeming half-serious.

"I'm asking how is his injury?" Bai Bingchen pressed Ji Pu's hand that was about to grab the medicine, with a hint of anxiety in his tone spontaneously.

Ji Pu put aside the hand that was holding him, glanced at him, and asked, "Worried? Why didn't you go in with me just now?"

Bai Bingchen's beaten hands were hanging on his sides, he clenched them secretly, his words were not as calm as in front of Mei Shao, "I'm afraid I can't help yelling at him."

The moment he touched the blood on his back at the gate of the mansion, a surge of anger rushed up. If Bai Bingchen hadn't suppressed his desire to yell at him, he might even have moved his hands.

"The injury isn't too deep, but it's not too small. After all, it will take a few days to recuperate. Luckily, I didn't move my muscles and bones."

After hearing Ji Pu's words, Bai Bingchen was a little thankful that he didn't follow him in just now, otherwise he would have seen the injuries on his body with his own eyes, and he would have been angry and argued with him. .

Ji Pu weighed the medicinal materials, put them into the medicine pot and boiled them one by one, and mentioned it casually, "Originally you gritted your teeth and didn't say anything, but now that he knows, you've gone too far. "

"I just don't want to create side effects." Bai Bingchen also sat on the opposite side of the medicine jar, his expression blurred by the hot air.

"My time is running out." Bai Bingchen smiled very shallowly, and continued: "He wants revenge, so I can only help him ascend to a high position while I am still alive, and eradicate the enemies on the road for him , In this way, one day when I leave, his life will be easier."

Ji Pu frowned when he heard the words, and his tone became tough, "I haven't settled with you for the matter of you running to Weihu Mountain privately, and you are talking about such disheartening things here again. Didn't you already promise to take good care of yourself?" Is it? With my medical skills, it will not be..."

"It won't make my death more ugly when I die from poisoning." Bai Bingchen took the words without hesitation, "Little uncle, you and I both know that I will definitely walk ahead of him, why bother to deceive myself? Woolen cloth?"

Ji Pu was silent for a while, without saying a word.

The medicine jar was bubbling and bubbling in the fire until it was boiled. Ji Pu brought it out, poured it into a bowl, and put his hands away, saying angrily, "You send the medicine by yourself, if you don't want to Let him go and die."

After finishing speaking, Ji Pu straightened his neck to pack up the medicinal materials, without looking at Bai Bingchen at all.

Seeing that Ji Pu seemed to be really angry, Bai Bingchen had no choice but to take the medicine, but suddenly felt a fishy sweetness in his throat.

He picked up the handkerchief and coughed twice, the blood red on the plain handkerchief was dazzling.

Bai Bingchen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, glanced at Ji Pu who was normal, and put the blood-stained handkerchief into his arms without any trace.

After all, it has been three years since he was poisoned, and his body mechanism has been cleaned up long ago.Bai Bingchen's body is like a bottomless pit, no matter how good the tonic is, it will only treat the symptoms but not the root cause. It can only make him look good for a short time, but it can't stay in the body.

In the past few days, his body has not been exhausted, but Bai Bingchen coughed up blood once or twice out of ten times. He knew better than anyone that he would not live long.

He picked up the medicine bowl and went out of Ji Pu's yard.

When Bai Bingchen went out, he had only a medicine bowl in his hand, but when he arrived in the room, there was an extra bowl of candied hawthorn on it.

Mei Shao was already lying on the bed and fell asleep without any movement.

Bai Bingchen put everything on the table lightly, and then went to the bedside to see him.

The weather is hot in summer, in order to prevent the wound from suppurating, after applying the medicine, Mei Shao didn't wear any clothes.

Looking at the oozing blood through the bandaged cloth, Bai Bingchen could estimate how deep his wound was, and his heart ached, wishing to wake him up and scold him.

Even when she fell asleep, with the influence of the wound, Mei Shao still slept restlessly, moving from time to time.

Looking at his slightly frowned brow, Bai Bingchen couldn't help stretching out his hand to smooth it gently, but when he touched it, he was caught straight.

Bai Bingchen restrained his overflowing emotions, and just about to withdraw his hand, Mei Shao grabbed his wrist, his heart trembled slightly.

Mei Shao's eyes were still tinged with drowsiness, he felt the touch in a trance in a dream, subconsciously grabbed the man's hand, opened his eyes only to find that it was Bai Bingchen.

Looking at the wrist she was holding in her hand, Mei Shao was stunned for a moment, then lightly rubbed her thumb twice, making Bai Bingchen's eyelashes tremble slightly.

His wrist is very thin, Mei Shao holds it with one hand without any effort.

Seeing him lowering his eyes and not speaking, Mei Shao's brain suddenly became hot, and he remembered his indulgent gaze when he was on the mountain, and asked the question without passing through his brain.

"On Weihu Mountain, when you say you care about me, do you care that I can't die, or do you care about just me?"

As soon as she said the words, Mei Shao regretted it.

This kind of question is simply asking Bai Bingchen directly, is it because of his father's entrustment to let him live, or does he really like him.

Mei Shao suddenly felt a little dry in his throat. He was looking forward to Bai Bingchen's answer, but he was afraid that what he said would not be the answer he wanted.

"You have to live." Bai Bingchen withdrew his hand calmly, and turned to fetch the medicine on the table.

His hands were empty all of a sudden, and Mei Shao reluctantly pulled the corner of his mouth.

He would never ask such self-defeating questions again.

The author says:

Meimei: He doesn't hate me, does he not love me?

Baibai: (hammering the air through the air, in the [-]-word swear words