The sick beauty has caught the bamboo horse

Zhou Qingyan realized the moment Chu Heng shouted, but it was too late to turn around and fight back.In desperation, he had to bend over and roll on the spot to avoid the rake.

The rake is a kind of agricultural tool, which is made wide and large in order to turn more soil at one time, and the rake tip is extremely sharp.

The middle-aged woman probably felt that she was doomed, so she threw herself directly on Zhou Qingyan's body, pressing down with the strength of her body.

Stab it!The blood shines suddenly.

Zhou Qingyan only felt a pain in his back.He dodged quickly, the rake did not directly penetrate his chest, but slid down the flesh on his back, extending from the back of the shoulders to the tailbone.

When the sharp weapon slipped past his lower back, Zhou Qingyan let out a muffled snort, and spit out a mouthful of bright red blood.

The young man held the rake rod with his backhand indifferently, and pulled the thing out.Before she could turn around, she heard a scream from the middle-aged woman, her body flew upside down five meters and hit the rough tree trunk, falling to the ground.

Chu Heng withdrew his feet and carefully helped Zhou Qingyan up. The young man frowned silently: "Don't move."

He couldn't move his back.

In all fairness, these injuries are just superficial injuries, not as serious as when he was pierced by an arrow through his calf.But the rake was so tightly hooked on his waist that it hurt so badly that he couldn't move.

It had to be said that he felt panic for the first time.

Not afraid of pain, Zhou Qingyan has been used to enduring pain since childhood; not afraid of death, that is, just closing his eyes.But if he had to drag his immobile upper body to live, he would be a useless person!

Zhou Qingyan's breathing stopped for an instant, and his eyes stared at Chu Heng blankly: "Zi, Ziyuan..."

He can't be a cripple.

It was the first time that Chu Hengchang saw Zhou Qingyan's flustered expression at such a young age, and he immediately felt distressed and regretful.

The man carefully avoided the wound on his back and patted him on the back: "It's okay, it's okay, it's going to be okay. I'll hug you first to treat the injury."

Zhou Qingyan shrugged his nose slightly and subconsciously grabbed the corner of his clothes.

Seeing in his heart, Chu Heng didn't point it out, he just coaxed him slowly, carefully hugging him in his arms: "Don't be afraid, I'm here. Let's go and deal with the injury first, and when Fang Bo wakes up, there will be a solution."

"Even if Uncle Fang can't help it, there are still so many famous doctors in the world." Chu Heng spoke slowly, with a low voice, as if the holy words were hitting Zhou Qingyan's heart.

Zhou Qingyan had been standing stiffly in the same place, and it took a long time before he slowly put his head on Chu Heng's shoulder - this was the first time he showed weakness outside of acting like a baby.

Zhou Qingyan studied under Chu Yue, and his martial arts skills are superb. He has a calm and amusing personality on weekdays, but he doesn't need the slightest bit of arrogance in his heart.Most of the people around him are attached to him because of their strength.

If he couldn't protect people and make people depend on him, what would the world be like? Zhou Qingyan didn't even dare to think about it.

Even if I can't recover, I will always be by your side.

Chu Heng can only say this in his heart, A Yan is too tired, he needs someone to rely on, but it cannot become a burden.

The man held Zhou Qingyan's head, gently pinned his messy black hair behind his ears, and gently kissed his forehead: "It's okay, nothing will happen, and I'm here..."

The kiss slid from the forehead all the way to the warm and soft lips, but it was probably not a charming kiss, because the touch on the lips was only fleeting - Chu Heng's movements were very light, and he never penetrated deeply.It's like coaxing a wounded child who clenched his teeth.

Only then did Zhou Qingyan's breathing slowly calm down.

After a long time, the young man said: "I want to go there." He pointed to the big tree over there.

He was injured on his back and couldn't be hugged, so Chu Heng helped him over little by little.The middle-aged woman under the tree did not know which leg was broken, got up in horror and fell down in embarrassment, trembling against the big tree.

Zhou Qingyan stared at her calmly for a while, and asked, "Where's the money?"

The middle-aged woman gritted her teeth and looked fiercely: "What money. We deserve it. You shameless scumbags know how to take the pension of the fallen soldiers!"

"Let me tell you, I've seen too much of your pretentiousness!" The middle-aged woman had been determined to die since she wielded the rake just now, and now she felt that she had made a profit by not dying, and immediately cursed.

"Our little people are required to pay taxes and corvee all day long. We pay land taxes, farmers' taxes, businessmen's taxes, and household taxes. We have to build city walls in spring, ice halls in summer, farmyards in autumn, and practice palaces in winter. Marching and fighting are dead. There are no bones, and no pension." The middle-aged woman said at the end that tears were falling down, her voice piercing.

"My man has become the wall of that palace! How do you let us live! Ah, how do you let us live! You people, one counts as one, will be punished. If you die, you will go to hell, and let the king of hell cut you into death!" If you feed the pieces to the dogs, you will never be reborn!"

Zhou Qingyan listened to her scolding quietly, and then said: "You don't want to live anymore, and your daughter doesn't want to live anymore?"

The scolding of the middle-aged woman stopped abruptly.

Zhou Qingyan looked at her condescendingly, with a faint voice: "If you don't tell me, I'll search for it. It's my money, so I have to get it back."

After the words were closed, Zhou Qingyan grabbed Chu Heng and turned around. The middle-aged woman reacted quickly enough at this moment, and rushed forward, but was kicked back by Chu Heng without touching Zhou Qingyan.

The middle-aged woman broke her left leg when she hit a tree. Now that her eyes were red and she was kicked, she quickly crawled over and grabbed Chu Heng's trouser legs tightly: "No, you can't touch my daughter and son, they are all innocent."

Zhou Qingyan let out an "ah" and suddenly realized: "So you still have a son."

"Don't, don't!" The middle-aged woman finally broke down, her voice choked up, "Please, I'll return the money to you, don't kill them."

The few taels of silver landed in Zhou Qingyan's palm again, no more and no less.

The young man stopped talking after receiving the money, and it happened that Xi Wei first appeared at this time—before he knew it, it was already dawn.

A Qiang, A Lian and Jin Ge Shiwei ran anxiously from a distance.

As soon as they woke up, they found that they were tied up by five flowers. They immediately knew that they had been robbed, so they quickly got away and ran in the direction of the two masters.

Chu Heng supported Zhou Qingyan and walked forward step by step. Ah Qiang and A Lian ran over in a panic: "Master, you, what's wrong with you? Where is the injury?"

Zhou Qingyan said lightly: "It's okay, I can't move for a while after being scratched. Is Fang Bo awake? Let him help me fix the wound."

"Who hurt you! I cut him alive!" A-Lian knew how serious it was when she heard "I can't move", and immediately let out the words viciously, but unfortunately her voice was choked with sobs.

Chu Heng took a step behind, and waited until a group of people helped Zhou Qingyan into the tent, then turned around and stared at the middle-aged woman.

"A flood occurred on Jiangnan East Road about half a year ago. Have you received the relief food?" Chu Heng said in an extremely calm tone.

The middle-aged woman hesitated for a long time before nodding: "Yeah." It was the first time she had received a full amount of disaster relief food and relief funds in a long time.

"Because it is my people who are in charge of disaster relief." Chu Heng said, his tone could not tell good or evil, "and this disaster relief was begged by him in front of the emperor risking his death."

The man points to the tent.

No matter what the man said, he did everything behind his back.The credit was distributed to Jiang's father and son, Zhao Xiangwei, and even Gu Qianyun, but he didn't give it to himself.

The middle-aged woman froze in place.

Chu Heng turned around and left: "In this world, there are people who carelessly take human life, and there are people who save all living beings. And you just happen to treat good people as jackals."

When Chu Heng entered the tent, he saw Zhou Qingyan lying on the bed covered in cold sweat. The wound on his back ran across the entire back, a large area covered in blood, and looked horrifying.

Fang Bo is already rubbing medicine on him.

Zhou Qingyan clutched the bed sheet tightly, taking a deep breath from time to time.

"Bring a jug of spirits!" Fang Bo wiped the sweat off his face.

Chu Heng immediately clenched his fists.

Fortunately, the wound was not deep, but long, and Lin Lin always used a lot of gauze to stabilize the situation.The biggest problem now is that the lower back is still unable to move after the wound has been treated.

Fang Bo wrinkled the word Chuan on his forehead, and pressed it on Zhou Qingyan's hand from time to time: "Do you feel it now?"

Zhou Qingyan panicked, and when he saw Chu Heng, he managed to calm down again: "No."

The flesh on Fang Bo's face trembled, and he used a little more force: "What now?"

Zhou Qingyan shook his head: "No."

; The two maids were already panicked and stood aside in a daze.

Fang Bo took out the silver needle and pricked it on the white and tender flesh.Zhou Qingyan moved his hand slightly: "It hurts."

Chu Heng breathed a sigh of relief.Fang Bo also breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, there is help."

Zhou Qingyan's hanging heart finally returned to its original position, and he let out a breath of relief.In any case, before Fang Bo made a final conclusion, he was somewhat hesitant.

"However, there are already many necrotic meridians on your waist. It is extremely difficult to take care of them. From today on, you will have acupuncture and medicinal baths every day, and I will prescribe a prescription for you to make essential oils and rub them every day. " Fang Bo said with a blow on his beard.

Chu Heng cupped his hands in thanks: "Thank you Fang Bo."

Fang Bo glanced at Chu Heng, and said again: "From now on, you can't be injured again, otherwise the gods will not be able to save you. Moreover, the massage needs to be strong."

"I will draw the acupuncture point picture for you, press on the picture, you have to endure the pain."

Zhou Qingyan smiled when he heard the sound: "Then he can't bear it."

Fang Bo stared: "If you don't want to, you have to!"

Chu Heng actually smiled too: "Don't worry, Fang Bo, I won't be soft."

Zhou Qingyan immediately curled his lips and tilted his head.

Instead of being angry, Chu Heng laughed softly twice.The playful A Yan just reassured him that he would be the one who really wanted to keep silent and feel uncomfortable.

Zhou Qingyan was inconvenient to move now, so Chu Heng and Jin Ge Shiwei built a wheelchair for him, and the group packed up and left after the wheelchair was finished.

When Ah Qiang left, she took a special look under the big tree: "That little bitch ran away, otherwise I would have to cut off both of her hands!"

The wheelchair was padded with cushions and soft seats, all to make this ancestor sleep more comfortably.Zhou Qingyan leaned lazily without speaking.

Chu Heng pushed the wheelchair for him, but didn't answer when he saw it.

The carriage turned leisurely, and finally saw the city-state on Jiangnan East Road.

There were nearly [-] soldiers stationed outside the city gate, and the people entering and leaving the city gate were all lined up in a long line, including poor people with rickets and wealthy businessmen.

But no matter who it is, there is anxiety on the face.

The disaster relief funds have been distributed, and the flood has stopped. It should be a good time to recuperate. What's the rush?

The author says:

Ah, I'm sorry, cuties, I didn't update yesterday, I got stuck yesterday (bow), I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.