[Zhan Zhao] Counseling County Master Chasing Her Husband

Zhao Ning waved the small carving knife in front of Zhan Zhao. The exhaustion of helping Zhan Zhao all the way just now made her a little dizzy, so she sat down against the gable.

"I'll go find some twigs and herbs."

Zhao Ning said.

Although it is warm and sunny in March, it is at the bottom of the mountain, and it is night, and the cold wind blows, icy cold.

Zhan Zhao was seriously injured, and she couldn't let him freeze anymore.

The wound on his leg was too serious, without the herbs to stop the bleeding, it would not be able to stop the bleeding at all, and the cloth strip she had wrapped him up just now was soaked in blood.

Zhan Zhao moved his lips, trying to stop her, but Zhao Ning had already stood up while supporting the gable wall, and walked out of the cave unsteadily.

When Zhao Ning walked out of the cave, the night wind blew, she tightened her sleeves, bent down and picked up a lot of dead leaves and branches.

Back in the cave, it was pitch black, she put down the branch, supported the gable wall, and touched Zhan Zhao's position bit by bit.

Afraid that she would fall, Zhan Zhao stretched out his left hand to hold her hand, and she sat down along Zhan Zhao's hand.

Before Zhan Zhao could speak, Zhao Ning asked first, "Do you have any flint and steel on you? I picked up branches and dead leaves, lit a fire, and then I will find herbs for you."

The long-term blood loss brought dizziness after another, Zhan Zhao closed his eyes, withdrew his hand, took out the flint and steel from his waist and handed it to Zhao Ning.

It was the first time for Zhao Ningshang to see this kind of thing. She had only heard of it before, but had never seen it before.

He took the two stones from Zhan Zhao's hand, held them in his hands, and touched them lightly, but no sparks came out.

She used some more strength to spark a little spark, but it wasn't enough to ignite the dead leaves.

Time slipped away bit by bit, and Zhan Zhao's breath became lighter and lighter.

Zhao Ning was sweating profusely, and exhausted all his strength, finally drew the dead leaves, and the fire lit up the cave.

Zhan Zhao, who was half lying and half leaning against the mountain wall, had a face like gold paper, with no blood on his lips, his sword eyebrows were slightly frowned, he was afraid that Zhao Ning would be worried, so he smiled at her, and said in a very soft voice, "The princess is very smart."

Seeing Zhan Zhao, who was in high spirits in the past, dying at that time, Zhao Ning was so sad that tears fell down before he could speak.

"Don't talk yet, I'll find herbs for you."

Zhao Ning went out of the cave again, trying to distinguish the flowers and plants growing at the bottom of the mountain under the faint moonlight.

After a long illness, he became a doctor, drank too much medicine, and knew some herbs.

In March, the bottom of the mountain was lush and green. After searching for half a day, Zhao Ning finally found the herbal medicine she needed.

The grass grows in the crevices of the strange rocks, and there are thorns beside it. The thorns are full of barbs, which are daunting under the moonlight.

Zhao Ning is extremely afraid of pain. When she fell down when she was a child, she could cry for a long time. Facing this kind of thorns, her heart trembled. Thinking of Zhan Zhao who was lying half dead in the cave, she bit her lip and stretched out. White tender slender fingers.

Although she was extremely careful in her movements, she was still stabbed by a thorn next to her finger, and the barb pierced into her flesh, and tears of pain came out of her instantly.

But she didn't care too much, she endured the pain and picked the hemostatic grass.

Zhan Zhao was injured too badly, these few hemostatic grass alone were not enough, she put the hemostatic grass in her bosom, and went to look for other herbs.

Most of the herbs grow along with thorns and strange rocks. She was either stabbed by thorns or scratched by the sharp corners of the strange rocks. Fortunately, these injuries were not in vain. She took a lot of hemostatic grass and hurried to the cave.

Footsteps sounded, Zhan Zhao glanced at the entrance of the cave, Zhao Ning was holding a pile of green in his arms, covering half of his face, the exposed half of his face was no longer as white as usual, full of blood and mud.

The elegant and luxurious clothes were also stained with a lot of blood, and the sleeves were cut a lot by branches and sharp objects, and strips of cloth fluttered with the night wind.

Her white and delicate hands were also stained with blood, and through the light of the fire, Zhan Zhao could still see the small wounds stabbed by thorns and pulled by grass.

But she didn't care at all, and came to him holding the pile of greens, and said to him excitedly: "I found the herbal medicine."

Then Zhan Zhao went to look at the pile of greens in her arms, which were some hemostatic grass.

He has been in the rivers and lakes for a long time and is quite familiar with these things. The hemostatic grass is extremely bitter and has a pungent aftertaste. Just as he wanted to remind Zhao Ning, Zhao Ning stuffed the hemostatic grass into his mouth, chewed it as usual, and then untied it. Cloth strips tied around his wounds, and chewed herbs applied to his wounds.

The bleeding slowly stopped.

The flames jumped, and Zhao Ning's figure was thin and emaciated.

Zhan Zhao couldn't tell how he felt in his heart, the seemingly weak little princess in front of him was much stronger than he imagined.

Feeling soft in his heart, Zhan Zhao smiled, and slowly raised his left hand, trying to rub her head.

The precious pearls and emeralds gleamed under the jumping of the firelight, it was a gorgeous jewelry made by the imperial court that he had never seen in the market.

She is the princess of Shouning County, the only daughter of the Eight Sage Kings.

Zhan Zhao's eyes darkened, and he lowered his hand again.

Excessive blood loss caused bouts of dizziness, and Zhan Zhao closed his eyes.

Zhao Ning sat down next to him, turned on the kettle, poured out some water, dipped a handkerchief in the water, and gently wiped off the blood and mud on his face.

Zhan Zhao's eyelashes moved.

"You... don't die."

Zhao Ning said.

Zhan Zhao wanted to reply her, but his head became heavier and heavier, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he fell into the boundless darkness.

Firelight can be used for heating and lighting. In the dark night, the little firelight can bring hope to people, and it can also bring despair to people.

The masked assassin was attracted by the flames, and entered the cave lightly.

In the cave, Zhao Ning exclaimed, and the assassin drew his knife.

"He he he he... is dead."

Zhao Ning pointed to the unconscious Zhan Zhao and said hastily.

The assassin obviously didn't believe it, and approached step by step.

Zhan Zhao was unconscious, and even if he woke up, he was seriously injured, and it would be difficult for him to fight an assassin. What's more, a person who can jump off a cliff without dying is definitely not mediocre.

The wide hem of the clothes fell on the ground, Zhao Ning tightly grasped the small carving knife in his hand, looked at the assassin, sniffed, and begged: "Can you...don't kill me?"

"I am the Princess of Shouning, who was proclaimed by the Holy Majesty, and the royal guards are accompanying me all the way. You can find this, and they can also find this. If they find out that you killed me, have you thought about the consequences? "

Zhao Ning watched the assassin getting closer and closer vigilantly, and was about to say something more, but the assassin said impatiently: "Get lost."

Zhao Ning hurriedly supported the gable wall and escaped from Zhan Zhao's side.

The assassin raised the knife in his hand, with a cold light shining.

Zhao Ning didn't have time to think about it, he rushed forward and hugged the assassin, and the small carving knife in his right hand pierced the assassin's neck.

The knife in the assassin's hand fell to the ground, and he held his neck, his eyes full of disbelief.

Everyone in the world knows that Princess Shouning is a sick child who has been in the deep palace for a long time and knows no martial arts at all, so he is defenseless against her.

The assassin clutched his neck and moved slowly to pick up the knife on the ground.

Seeing that he was not dead, Zhao Ning was even more terrified, and saw him go to pick up the knife on the ground, fearing that he would kill Zhan Zhao after taking the knife, so he panicked and grabbed the knife on the ground.

After all, the assassin was injured, and he was not as fast as she was. Zhao Ning grabbed the knife, held the knife in both hands, and was about to stab him. Out of the corner of his eye, his exposed eyes were full of prayers for survival, and Zhao Ning's hand stopped. up in the air.

She looked at him like that just now, and he spared her life.

Zhao Ning was a little bit hesitant to do it.

She has never even killed a chicken, let alone a human.

The knife stabbing him just now was only because he wanted to kill Zhan Zhao, and Zhao Ning was forced to do it.

The moment Zhao Ning hesitated, the assassin narrowed his eyes, and with a sweep of his legs, he knocked Zhao Ning to the ground, picked up the knife she had dropped on the ground, and slashed at Zhan Zhao.

Zhao Ning didn't care about it anymore, and quickly got up and hugged his waist, but he was kicked away by him because of his lack of strength.

The assassin was going to chop Zhan Zhao again, Zhao Ning was quick to use his wits, pulled out the golden hairpin from his temple hair, closed his eyes, and stabbed the assassin's neck.

After a flurry of stabbing, the people under him slowly stopped moving.

Zhao Ning slowly opened his eyes. She had pierced countless blood holes on the back of the assassin's neck with a golden hairpin, and blood was dripping out continuously. The blood that flowed out stuck to her hands and clothes. Terrible.

Zhao Ning froze, dropped the golden hairpin, and retreated to the corner of the wall trembling, hugging his knees with his hands and did not speak for a long while.

After a while, she calmed down and slowly opened her eyes. The assassin tilted his neck, his eyes were wide open, and he was looking at her position.

Zhao Ning was so frightened that he could not speak, and tightly covered his mouth with both hands.

Can't shout, can't bark.

Other assassins might not be far from here, and her scream will attract more assassins.

The fire could no longer continue to burn, and the assassin was attracted by the fire.

With trembling hands, Zhao Ning shook Zhan Zhao's uninjured left hand, as if it would make her no longer afraid.

Zhan Zhao held her hand instead.

Zhao Ning's hand stopped for a moment, and he turned his head stiffly. Zhan Zhao woke up at some point, looked at her with clear eyes, and said weakly, "You did a good job."

Zhao Ning's tears fell down at once.

"Don't be afraid." Zhan Zhao's voice was extremely soft.

Zhao Ning nodded heavily, took a deep breath, forced himself not to look at the assassin's body, and extinguished the burning fire.

Zhao Ning shrank, and the cold wind poured into the cave.

She felt like she was going to die.

Close your eyes, full of the assassin's unrepentant face.

Zhao Ning's body shook violently, and the cave was filled with the smell of blood, which made her breathless.

In the darkness where she couldn't reach her fingers, a warm palm embraced her in her arms.

Zhan Zhao's chin rested on her forehead: "I'm here."

The author has something to say: Thanks to Fuyao, Rixia voted for Lei

And the nutrient solution for zyl irrigation~

Thank you very much, the stupid author will work hard to code QAQ

Unrepentant Assassin:

please add chicken legs to my bento, thanks

Pang Yu, the little boss who hasn't gotten a chance to appear on the stage yet:

Aning! ! !He didn't kill you for my sake!

PS: It’s really hard not to be on the list

It hurts to collect up and down_(:3」∠)_