palm river mountain

Chapter 3 The Bereaved Teenager
The sound of the brocade being torn, and the sound of the long sword piercing through the air, reached my ears almost at the same time.

The corner of Duan Yi's mouth twitched, and she saw that she was holding half of a snow-white sleeve in her hand.

In front of her, sat a young man about fourteen or fifteen years old. He had a pair of single eyelids, his eyes were as sharp as a knife's edge, especially a tear mole at the corner of his eye, like a finishing touch, made his evil spirit even stronger.

She was dressed in mourning, with the exception of a full moon embedded in the middle of the belt, embroidered with gold and silver threads all over the sky full of stars.

He held the chopsticks in his right hand, and on the chopsticks, there was a long arrow firmly clamped, the arrow had just disappeared, but the feathers were still shaking.

There is no sleeve on the left arm, and it is smooth, too much for fat, and too little for thin!
He looked over displeased, his voice hoarse, "Who do you call uncle?"

Duan Yi smiled mischievously, but glanced at the way from the corner of her eye, her ears pricked up, and she let out a long sigh of relief when the sound of horseshoes chasing her went away, she bet right!
Although she didn't know who Gu Xuzhao and Gu Mingrui were important figures in Jiannan Road, it was clear that the goal of the people who slaughtered the entire inn was not the birthday of Lao Shizi at all.

But the drunken man's intention is not in the wine, but in the two heads of the old Gu's family.

They are strictly disciplined and are by no means ordinary gangsters.Since it needs to be concealed, it means that this matter is not something that can be exposed to the world!If there are only a few weak passers-by in this restaurant, then she, Duan Yi, deserves to die!
But this group of mourners, holding uniform standard weapons, are probably military masters!
The chance of the thief killing again and retreating without showing his face is five to five points, Duan Yi thought, looking at Gu Mingrui lying motionless on the ground, no, it is four or six points!
Her "cheap uncle" caught the arrow with the chopsticks, which was too cool, and directly knocked back the enemy, reducing the chance to [-]%!

Seeing that Duan Yi was silent, a yellow-bearded Confucian scholar who was eating at the same table as the young man said, "Where did the mud monkey come from? It looks like an uncivilized one. The idea of ​​a fox pretending to be a tiger has actually hit our young master. "

"But I don't know that I'm so wrong, I plunged headlong into this Hades Temple, and I'm still complacent! The son's family is full of real people, and there is such a big niece at such a young age!"

"Oh, there's a half-dead one over there, maybe it's also your eldest nephew!"

Where did the eccentric old man come from!
Duan Yi was a little embarrassed, she stood up earnestly, and gave a big gift to the young man, "My little girl and brother want to go to Jiannan to join relatives. When we passed the post, we encountered bandits on the way. My brother protected me and was seriously injured. Just borrowed the power of the young master!"

"I saw you all majestic, the leader must be highly respected, he didn't notice for a while, and just called uncle. If you are angry, you can call me aunt, and get angry!"

The yellow-bearded Confucian scholar burst out laughing when he heard this.

The young man glared at him displeasedly, "Mr. Yan, if you can't speak, why not cut off your tongue."

Duan Yi's scalp was numb, pretending that she didn't understand the young man's threat, she reached out and touched Gu Mingrui's forehead, and looked towards the shopkeeper of the restaurant, "Old man, my brother was seriously injured, there is a doctor nearby, who can Save him?"

The shopkeeper was called by name, he poked his head out from the crowd, and glanced at Gu Mingrui who was on the ground.

Seeing that his face was like gold leaf, his sweat was as big as beans, and his lips were purple, he seemed to be dying, and he couldn't help feeling anxious.

"Little lady, there is no doctor on the official road. There is only a small shop to rest. I think this little brother is not good, even ordinary doctors can't cure him."

"You'd better hurry up and go to Jincheng, find a powerful genius doctor, maybe you can save your life!"

Duan Yi nodded, pulled off her two earrings vigorously, and handed them to the shopkeeper, "My husband gave me two jars of the strongest wine."

Gu Mingrui's blood was stopped with golden sore medicine, but the high fever persisted.

She didn't know what dangers she would encounter on the road, and how far it was from Jincheng.

The doctor didn't, rubbing the body with spirits can also cool down.

Thinking about it, Duan Yi picked up Gu Mingrui and walked into the wine shop.Just when he got up, he heard the young man say, "Mr. Yan, please show him, don't die."

The yellow-bearded Confucian scholar was taken aback, and looked at him in surprise. After a while, he said meaningfully, "Young master kills people like hemp, you should accumulate some virtue."

He said, like a gust of wind, before Duan Yi could see clearly, his hand was already on Gu Mingrui's pulse, and he frowned.

"He has a sword wound on his body, but that's not the key point. What I'm afraid of is that someone has poisoned the blade." Mr. Yan said, took out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket, and handed it to Duan Yi.

"I can't cure this poison. Here is a pill. If the young lady is trustworthy, she will give it to him, and it will keep him from dying for a while. Then go to Jincheng and look for the praying doctor of Baoxingtang. Maybe it can save his life. "

"If you don't believe me," Mr. Yan pointed to the young man sitting there, "If this pill poisoned your brother to death, go to Jiangnan Road to find Cui Zi to take revenge."

Duan Yi was startled, she put Gu Mingrui on the ground again, and tore open the skirt of his clothes, only to see a little bit of black blood faintly oozing out of the place she had bandaged earlier, and it smelled bad, like her uncle Gu Xuzhao before he died. , The few mouthfuls of blood spurted out are exactly the same.

She thought it was bad, snatched the small porcelain bottle, opened it without thinking, poured out a red pill, and stuffed it into Gu Mingrui's mouth, seeing that he couldn't swallow it, she shook him again Shaking, he didn't stop until the pill entered his throat.

After finishing these, the shopkeeper also brought over two jars of spirits.

Duan Yi simply didn't bother to move, and quickly wiped Gu Mingrui's body with wine, applied the golden sore medicine for him again, bandaged him again, and then carried him onto the horse.

The young Cui Zigeng watched all this with a blank face, his eyes were cold and without any warmth.

"Aren't you afraid of killing him?"

Duan Yi shook her head when she heard the words, "If you don't try it, he will definitely die, but if you try it, maybe you won't die. Besides, it's not me who eats it."

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand and pulled out a gold-encrusted jade hairpin from her head.

She has already picked it up secretly.She relies on her elder brother for food, and her brother relies on her father for food. The two of them are miserable second-generation ancestors who don't even have money bags.

"This hairpin is worth the money for the medicine. If our brothers and sisters survive today, we will repay our life-saving grace in the future."

As soon as the hairpin was pulled out, all the hair came loose.Duan Yi searched around, picked up the half of Cui Zigeng's sleeve that she had torn off earlier, and tied up her hair carelessly.

She arched her hands to the crowd, turned over, jumped on the horseback, and galloped towards the direction of Jincheng pointed by the shopkeeper.

Cui Zi lowered his head and looked at the hairpin.This is a golden hairpin with a jade gourd inlaid on it.He has seen it before.

"Dongping, you take a few people and follow from a distance, watching their brothers and sisters enter Jincheng."

Hearing this, a strong man stood up immediately, took several people at the same table, got on his horse and left.

When they were far away, the yellow-bearded Confucian scholar called Mr. Yan asked in puzzlement, "Young master is not a meddlesome person, why is that?"

It's saving people, donating medicines, and sending people home. Guanyin Bodhisattva is not so merciful!
Cui Zi stuffed the hairpin back into his sleeve pocket, and picked up the chopsticks, "With a little effort, you can change a city, and you can make a profit without losing it."

(End of this chapter)