Maung-mei is wrong

Zhuo Yingxian was especially sensitive to such undisguised greasy eyes, so he closed his mouth rationally.

Without the ability to protect himself and Nie Yunhan, angering his opponent is tantamount to digging his own grave.

He withdrew his provocative gaze, lowered his eyebrows, and let those Duyu soldiers put sacks on his head and be led away by ropes.

It's good if he can't see it, so that at least he won't see Nie Yunhan being dragged away, and he won't be so distressed that he can't breathe. location.

Zhuo Yingxian walked silently, thinking while walking.

I don't know what happened to Brother Zuo and the others, did they escape?

Why didn't even the notification whistle sound?

Will they... come to rescue us?

Haqin was not stupid, and naturally knew that Zhuo Yingxian's sudden obedience was just thinking of a way to save himself.He had someone lead Zhuo Yingxian around the mountain several times, and only after he completely lost his sense of direction did he bring him back to the destination.

After walking for about two hours, Zhuo Yingxian was exhausted. The ground under his feet changed from soft grass to sand and then to stone slabs. The smell of dust, the space changed from open to cramped, the light changed from bright to dark, and he heard the rattling of chains and the creaking of iron doors. He knew that they were taken to a prison-like place underground.

Sure enough, someone took off the sack covering his head, Zhuo Yingxian didn't need to adapt to the light, and realized that he was in the cellar, and that there was indeed an iron prison in front of him.

Before he could take a second look, the guards pushed him in, and then a few more people threw the drowsy Nie Yunhan in, and "clanged" the iron fence door and tied it several times. Iron chain, hung with a big shiny lock.

Zhuo Ying couldn't care less about observing the surroundings, so he rushed to Nie Yunhan's side first, carefully hugged his upper body into his arms, shook him lightly, and called out in a low voice: "Brother Han? Brother Han? Wake up... "

Nie Yunhan still had the short arrow stuck in his chest, and the surrounding clothes were already soaked in blood. His chest heaved slightly, his breathing was weak, his face turned pale again, even his lips were bloodless, his eyes were closed tightly, and there was nothing wrong with him. reaction.

Zhuo Yingxian saw a pile of straw piled up in the corner of the wall, so he gently put down the person in his arms, hugged all the straw, and carefully placed it under Nie Yunhan.Then he took off his inner garment, folded it carefully, and put it on Nie Yunhan's pillow, while he was only wearing his outer robe.

Perhaps Haqin felt that they would not be able to find anything if they had no weapons, so he didn't ask anyone to hand over the Baichuan belts around their waists.But fearing that he would think of it later and come to cause trouble, Zhuo Yingxian took off his and Nie Yunhan's Baichuan belt first, and gathered together the antidote and healing medicine.

"Brother Han, while we have the medicine, I'll treat your injury first." Zhuo Yingxian didn't care whether Nie Yunhan could hear him or not, and whispered in his ear, "I don't know that the Haqin dog thief arrested us Whatever we do, we have to be ready for everything."

Nie Yunhan was lying unconscious, so naturally he would not respond to him, Zhuo Yingxian said, "I will take it as your acquiescence, you can endure the pain."

After thinking for a while, he took off Nie Yunhan's belt and stuffed it into the opponent's mouth so that the person would not bite his tongue. Then he tore off several pieces from the inside corner of his robe, saving it for wiping blood and bandaging the wound.

After making the preparations, Zhuo Yingxian firmly held the arrow tail with both hands. He was trembling in his heart, but his hands did not dare to tremble at all, for fear of causing unnecessary pain to Nie Yunhan.

"I'm going to draw the arrow." He seemed to say to Nie Yunhan, but also to himself, then took a deep breath and pulled it out forcefully.

With a "poof", the arrow was pulled out, and blood gushed out of the wound again. Nie Yunhan grunted in pain, his upper body suddenly lifted off the ground and fell back again, his whole body trembling, his brows furrowed tightly , subconsciously bit the belt in his mouth, grabbed the straw next to him with both hands, and clenched his knuckles until they turned white.

"Brother Han, don't be afraid!" Zhuo Yingxian threw away the arrowhead stained with his blood, picked up a prepared piece of cloth, gritted his teeth and pressed it tightly on Nie Yunhan's wound, and said nervously, "Be patient!" , Master Dai said before that if you are poisoned, you have to suck out the poisonous blood first. I have seen it, but fortunately the wound is on the right side, and there is no heart injury, so it will be fine."

Nie Yunhan's face was flushed red from the pain, and he was panting violently, Zhuo Yingxian looked at him in distress, and felt as if a small knife had been stabbed into his chest, stirring vigorously, stirring his heart too. It became a mass of rotten meat.

But he didn't dare to show any mercy, for fear that if he softened his heart, the poison in Brother Han's heart would penetrate deep into his bones.

Fortunately, the Baijie Pill that Nie Yunhan had taken hastily before had an effect, the blood sucked out by the cloth turned bright red instead of the black red before, and the speed of blood gushing slowed down. Both his robe and inner garment were unbuttoned, revealing the shocking wound.

He didn't have time to be sentimental, and after wiping off the residual blood around the wound, he sprinkled the golden wound medicine on it, gently wrapped it in a cloth, and then gently took out the belt from Nie Yunhan's jaw, and tied up the wound.

Both he and Nie Yunhan were seriously injured along the way, seeing Dai Yansheng dressing them up and changing their dressings has already shown their experience, although Zhuo Yingxian is not skilled enough now, he is more careful.

Helplessly, the belt is not long enough, it can only be tied around the chest and tied with a knot, which is barely enough to fix it.

Zhuo Yingxian fixed the wound, breathed a sigh of relief, gathered up Nie Yunhan's inner garment, wrapped his outer robe around him, and then went to check the injury on Nie Yunhan's right arm, he did not dare to move the other side's right side of his body, You can only tear off the sleeve at the wound.

The wound was not long, but it was a little deep, and the flesh was turned outwards. Fortunately, the blood had already coagulated now.Zhuo Yingxian sprinkled the gold wound medicine and wrapped it with a piece of cloth, but there was nothing to fix it. After thinking for a while, he raised his hand and untied his hairband, tied the wound tightly, and let his black hair fall down on his shoulders .

While tying him up, he talked to Nie Yunhan: "In the future, I will learn how to tie a net towel like you. It is indeed convenient to do things, and the neat hair will not be messed up. It can also block it if it has not been washed for a few days."

I don't know how Nie Qianhu felt when he heard this, but it didn't sound like a compliment.

Nie Yunhan's net scarf is a habit for many years in the army, and it is relatively clean and neat. This time, there is another reason, that is, he does not want to wear the hairpin that Zhuo Yingxian gave him to go out on missions, so as not to lose it.

After tidying up the other party's wound, Zhuo Yingxian found a branch on the ground as a hairpin, hastily grabbed his hair and tied it in a bun, sitting beside Nie Yunhan, looking at him worriedly.

Nie Yunhan was wearing a black inner garment and a navy blue outer robe, so blood stains would not be shocking, but at this moment, his complexion was pale and lifeless.

In Zhuo Yingxian's heart, Nie Yunhan has always been strong, enthusiastic, and always full of vitality, as if the great difficulties are not worth mentioning in front of him, making people feel safe and reliable.

But now he is lying here dying, his normally warm palms have become icy cold, as if even his soul has been separated from his body, his fragility is heartbreaking.

"Brother Han, wake up, okay?" Zhuo Yingxian didn't dare to touch him for fear of breaking the freshly wrapped wound, so he could only lie on his side, hugging his arm like a child, Tears flowed down involuntarily.

When he was wounded, he had been concentrating on it, he didn't care to think too much, now he stopped and looked at the person on the top of his heart lying weakly in front of him, but he couldn't do anything, the powerlessness felt like a stalk The stone in his throat made it difficult for him to breathe.

Before this, Zhuo Yingxian didn't know that he loved to cry so much. He didn't want to cry, but he just couldn't control himself.

He leaned up, leaned close to Nie Yunhan's lips, and kissed lightly: "I'll give you another cup of tea, and then you'll wake up, otherwise..."

"Otherwise" for a while, Zhuo Yingxian didn't know what else he could use to threaten Nie Yunhan. It was hard to continue with this sentence. He put his forehead on the other's shoulder and said in a low voice: "If you wake up, I will I promise you, when you recover from your injury, we will...perform Duke Zhou's gift."

He felt that he was shameless enough to think of such a thing at such a time.But maybe because he missed the heat of this body when he was in love, he only thought that Nie Yunhan could return to his previous lively appearance, instead of being unable to hold him in his arms as he is now.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, he heard Nie Yunhan chuckle very slightly.

It was just a very low voice, like snorting, but Zhuo Yingxian was [-]% sure, the man just laughed.

"Brother Han!" He sat up excitedly, then leaned down and gently stroked Nie Yunhan's face, "Are you awake?"

Although Nie Yunhan hadn't opened his eyes yet, his brows and eyes were stretched, his eyelashes were trembling, and his chest heaved more obviously than before.

Zhuo Yingxian stared at his face nervously, not letting go of any subtle expression on his face, almost staring at his face like a flower.

"You are really..." Nie Yunhan finally opened his eyes slightly, looked at the dirty smiling face in front of him, tried to draw the corners of his lips, and said weakly, "...very thoughtful..."

Zhuo Yingxian's tears welled up again, and he wiped them hurriedly, not forgetting his pride, as if he wasn't the one who shed tears: "Of course, who told me to understand you, you are a lustful hungry ghost, look, If you say that, won't you wake up?"

"Yes...you are my... panacea..." Nie Yunhan groped for his hand and shook it firmly.

I don't know what kind of poison was quenched on Haqin's arrow, but it doesn't seem to be fatal, but more of a paralyzing effect, which made him faint immediately.

After the Baijie Pill took effect, coupled with the severe pain caused by Zhuo Yingxian drawing the arrow, Nie Yunhan actually had some sanity just now, but this wisp of sanity was not enough to wake him up completely. Unable to move, he could only lie down drowsily, vaguely aware that Zhuo Yingxian was helping his wound, and then leaned against him to talk.

Zhuo Yingxian asked him to wake up, okay, Nie Yunhan answered "yes" in his heart, Zhuo Yingxian threatened him if he didn't wake up after a cup of tea, but "No", Nie Yunhan didn't say anything after a long time. Waiting anxiously, he said in his heart: "Usually you are eloquent, why are you stuck now?"

I didn't expect to wait for the last sentence "Zhou Gong's gift".

Such unbelievable words, if you think about it carefully, seem like what a little fox would say.

Zhuo Yingxian wants to save face and likes to pretend to be mature. He is indifferent and dignified on weekdays, but he is stunned and crazy in his heart, cute and provocative without knowing it. Nie Yunhan likes to see his fresh appearance the most, and he likes it very much in his heart.

He couldn't help laughing, and only after seeing Zhuo Yingxian's reaction did he realize that he really laughed out loud.

Nie Yunhan breathed hard, feeling that the lost physical strength was returning to his body little by little, and then he could slowly open his eyes and talk to Zhuo Yingxian.

"So... can you cry?" He looked at Zhuo Yingxian's misty eyes, slowly raised his hand, stroked the red eye corners, and joked, "I... just want to see you , In one case... shed tears..."

Zhuo Yingxian was startled: "What's the situation?"

Nie Yunhan didn't answer, but looked at him and smiled with the corners of his lips curled up.