Daming: Wanted to be a small landlord, but was forced to ascend the throne

Chapter 27

The night is as dark as ink, and the moon hangs high above the trees.

They didn't dare to hesitate for a moment, and hurried on the road again.

"Master Qin, then...are those people dead?"

Han Jinrong helped push the cart, but she still couldn't help asking the question in her heart.

"no!"

Qin Shao answered briefly.

Then Zhao Wuzhen had a bad luck, last time he picked this hole and survived.

This time, I cut off one of his legs with a long-handled knife, but I felt sorry for my halberd, which was stuck on his shoulder and taken away!
This kid will be disabled this time even if he doesn't die!

The people he brought did have a few brushes, but two or three were basically killed. If they didn't have horses, he would definitely have thrown them all here.

"throat!"

Qin Shao was proud of his ability to do so many people alone, but the pain in his body made him groan.

"Master Qin, are you okay?"

Han Jinrong asked nervously.

"Master! They... Did they hurt you?"

The third son who was lying on the small car also asked nervously.

His face was swollen like a pig's head, and he couldn't speak clearly.

"Lie there, don't talk so much, close your eyes and sleep well, we have to go quickly, although those people are injured, maybe they will come back when they come back, whether we can do them again by then is another matter! "

Qin Shao didn't want to talk about this topic.

"Master, I...be obedient, take good care of my wounds, don't talk...don't talk!"

The third son said obediently.

……

It took a day and a night to push the cart, whirring and twisting.

"Master Qin, why are you sweating so much! You're going to be tired, let's have a rest!"

Han Jinrong was very nervous when she saw the bean-sized beads of sweat constantly appearing on Qin Shao's forehead.

Little Sanzi was better yesterday, he could still talk, but he had a fever during the day.

Qin Shao was worried that the wound was inflamed and caused a fever, and he was very worried that this kid would have something wrong with the fever.

He hurriedly scrubbed his body with water. Although the fever subsided, he was still lethargic.

"There seems to be an earth temple in front, let's take a rest there!"

Qin Shao felt that he couldn't stand it any longer.

In fact, he was also injured, and was hacked in the melee.

On the side of the waist, the wound was not small. He had applied Yunnan Baiyao and bandaged it earlier.

At this moment, I feel my head is a little swollen, and my whole body is dizzy.

You won't just explain your own life here, will you?
"Master Qin! Master Qin! What's wrong with you, Master Qin? Don't scare me! Don't!"

Han Jinrong's shrill cry was his last impression.

"Grandpa! What's wrong with Grandpa?"

The sleeping third son struggled to open his eyes.

"Third son, Master Qin, Master Qin has fallen!"

Han Jinrong broke down in tears.

In order to avoid meeting that group of people again, they took the path this time.

"Girl, Mr. Qin, Mr. Qin must be injured. It's all my fault that Mr. Qin was hurt. Mr. Qin fought those people hand-to-hand to save me. I said that Mr. Qin must have been injured when the knife came down. Qin Master has not said a word all the way! Master Qin..."

The third son also choked up and moved out of the car.

Han Jinrong had already moved Qin Shao to one side under the shade of a tree, busy checking Qin Shao's wound.

She didn't care about the defense of men and women at the moment, and directly pulled Qin Shao's shirt, and sure enough, she saw a wound on her waist, which had begun to fester.

Although she is not proficient in medicine, she learned some methods of wound treatment from Qin Shao in Cuigou.

After treating the wound carefully, he wiped off the medicine on Qin Shao's body and bandaged the wound.

"Third son, there is the Earth Temple in front of us. Let's pull Lord Qin over there. Let's find some water to wash Lord Qin's body in a while. I think he is very hot. He must have a fever. You had a fever earlier, and Lord Qin helped you like that. Scrub the body!"

Han Jinrong remembered how Qin Shao had dealt with the illness of the third son before.

The two of them worked together to help Qin Shao into the car, and they walked all the way crookedly, stop and go, and finally rushed to the Temple of Earth.

This earth temple is located at the west end of the suburb of Anlu Prefecture. It is already a bit dilapidated due to the annual disrepair, and there is no one in it.

The wing rooms at the back have collapsed, leaving only three main halls.

The two took a blanket from the trolley and put it on the ground, and let Qin Shao lie on it.

"I'll get some water!"

Little Sanzi was going out with two big water bags.

"Third son, your injury is just better, let me go!"

Han Jinrong was a little worried.

"Girl, I'm fine. I have some work. It's not safe outside. You stay here and look at Grandpa."

"By the way, there is still a knife in the car, you take it first, and pay attention to self-defense!"

The third son said immediately.

He knew that keeping Han Jinrong and the unconscious Qin Shao here would not be very safe.

But Master Qin's body is so hot, if he doesn't use water to wipe his body quickly, I'm really worried that something will happen.

It's okay for any of them to die, but Lord Qin can't die.

"Then be careful!"

Han Jinrong hurriedly took the Ruishi pocket knife from the trolley and put it beside her, and said to the third son.

Little Sanzi staggered towards the outside with the water bag in hand.

Han Jinrong simply tidied up the surroundings.

Wipe the sweat off Qin Shao's head, wet the handkerchief with the remaining water, and put it on Qin Shao's forehead to help cool down.

"Is there anyone in there?"

Suddenly, a voice came from outside.

A tall man wearing cocoon silk clothes came in, followed by three men.

The man in front looked close to 30 years old, with a well-rounded appearance, neat and tidy, and looked like a big shopkeeper with a cutting bag on his body.

The three men behind.

The one in the middle, 37, tall and tall, dressed in brown cocoon silk clothes, tied with a belt, has sharp eyes, an indescribable majesty, and empty hands.

Of the two beside him, one is the oldest and looks close to fifty, but has fairer skin and no beard around his mouth.

The other one was burly and bearded, and looked like a bodyguard.

Han Jinrong was very hesitant and didn't speak for a while.

"Girl, we are merchants passing by. The journey is far away and we failed to catch up with the inn. We want to stay here for one night."

When the person came in, he didn't expect it to be a girl, and there was a man lying on the ground, with a slightly stunned expression.

The people behind also paused.

Han Jinrong didn't speak, because she wasn't sure what was going on with these people.

In addition, the main hall is as big as three rooms, and it is considered a public area. Maybe people are just being polite when they say this.

I have no right to refuse others to move in, and whether she refuses others to listen is another matter.

There is also a woman of hers with Qin Shao, Qin Shao is still in a coma, it is actually more appropriate not to speak.

Sure enough, the man was just being polite, and then beckoned, and the three people at the door walked in instantly.

They landed on the west side of the lobby.

"Second Master! Sit down and rest for a while, I'll get you something to eat!"

The older man with fair skin put the package in his hand on the stone on one side of the ground, and asked the man in brown to sit down.

It seems that the man in the brown clothes is indeed the master of the group.

The fair-skinned man took out something, and the bearded man helped set up a pot. He didn't know where to take out a piece of meat, put it into the pot and started to simmer.

And the person who looked like the shopkeeper looked around, and whispered a few words to the person who made the brown clothes from time to time.

"Water... water!"

There was a sudden groan from the ground.

(End of this chapter)