Of All the Transmigrations, Why Am I a Prisoner?

Li Changtian carefully lowered the hilt of the sword against his throat: "Are you sure?"

Yan Shu nodded.

Li Changtian hesitated: "Think clearly, artificial respiration is mouth-to-mouth. If I am a girl like a flower like jade, then you are not at a loss, but I am..."

The sword in Yan Shu's hand suddenly unsheathed an inch.

Li Changtian was so frightened that he stepped back again and again: "Calm down! I won't say it! I will do it! You lie down, you lie down first, and lie on your back."

Yan Shu put away the sharp sword, and actually did so, lying quietly on the bed.

Li Changtian took a few deep breaths.

In fact, Li Changtian didn't mind, because he was in the army in his previous life, and when he was learning first aid, in addition to practicing with dummies, they all practiced with brothers.

After all, on the front line, this knowledge is used to save lives, and there is nothing wrong with it.

But Li Changtian was worried that Yan Shu would not be able to accept it, and he could make a bunch of big arguments just by taking off his clothes, not to mention artificial respiration.

Li Changtian knelt down beside Yan Shu, hesitating very much: "Then what, I'll do it once, okay?"

Yan Shu nodded.

"Also, I don't press **** the chest, otherwise I will crush you, but when it comes to saving people, you need to be very strong." Li Changtian said.

Yan Shu glanced at Li Changtian and nodded again.

Li Changtian rubbed his hands nervously, took a breath, and let it out slowly, then his expression became serious: "When really saving people, you can't put clothes on, you must cut them first, especially the collars, you must not strangle them. neck."

Yan Shu looked at Li Changtian's eyes with a little more surprise.

He remembered that on that noisy afternoon, his father did cut the third prince's clothes first.

Li Changtian folded his hands, raised his five fingers, placed the base of his palm on Yan Shu's chest, then straightened his arms, pressed it lightly a few times, then raised Yan Shu's lower jaw and slowly bent over.

Yan Shu: "…"

Naturally, Li Changtian didn't close his eyes. He needed to observe the patient's condition all the time during first aid. Now, leaning over like this, Li Changtian was surprised to find that Yan Shu was really handsome and handsome, with a pair of phoenix eyes and a pair of sword eyebrows. Without losing brilliance.

Li Changtian couldn't help but think of a poem.

Water is the wave of the eye, and the mountain is the gathering of eyebrows and peaks.

Just when Li Changtian was about to kiss Yan Shu, Yan Shu suddenly raised his hand and put it on his lips.

Li Changtian kissed Yan Shu in the palm of his hand.

Suddenly, both of them froze.

Li Changtian thought for a while, took a breath, then straightened up and said with a smile, "You actually have to pinch your nose at this step."

Yan Shu sat up slowly, clenching his fists tightly.

Li Changtian thought that Yan Shu was going to hit him, so he backed away in fright.

Yan Shu said, "You are not lying, you are indeed saving people."

His voice was trembling faintly, and there was a hint of choking that was hardly noticeable.

Li Changtian didn't notice Yan Shu's abnormality, and patted his chest with lingering fears.

"I'm sorry, I wrongly blamed you before, I'll make it up, rest, it's getting late." Yan Shu narrowed his eyes, concealed his emotions, and began to tidy up the bedding.

Now that Li Changtian was no longer a prisoner, he naturally couldn't let him sleep in the straw hut. Fortunately, the bed in the guest room arranged by the magistrate for Yan Shu was very large, and it was not too crowded for two people.

After Yan Shu adjusted the bedding, the two of them slept in their clothes, with their backs to each other, each with a heavy heart.

Li Changtian felt a little confused.

He was vaguely reborn, vaguely regarded as a prisoner, and vaguely cleared of the crime.

Although he was proven innocent, Li Changtian was not happy.

Because he has no close relatives, nowhere to go, and he doesn't even know who he is.

He doesn't think that he can live well in the future.

Li Changtian felt as if he was lost in a bizarre world, except for the unknown, there was only fear.

Li Changtian thought of that rainy autumn for no reason.

At only twelve years old, he was standing in front of his parents' cemetery coldly, and he felt the same way.

Li Changtian's mother died of dystocia, and his father lay at the bottom of the lake forever in order to save a drowning little boy.

Li Changtian went back and forth in various relatives' homes, and lived with difficulty from the age of twelve to the age of eighteen, and was admitted to a good first grade.

But he chose to join the army, which was his father's wish.

In the end, when he was twenty-two years old, with eighty-nine days before the age of twenty-three, he died on the front line in order to save a hostage.

This is Li Changtian's life. In retrospect, he seems to have been stuck in a swamp of confusion and unable to extricate himself.

Now that he has been reborn, it is still the same situation.

Li Changtian couldn't help sighing, he gently pulled the quilt on his body as if afraid of the cold, and suddenly remembered the day he woke up in this world.

The cold moon hung high, the slate was cold, and in the chaotic noise, he was surrounded and beaten by angry people, and the poor second girl of the Su family was held in her mother's arms, her arms drooping weakly to the ground...

Li Changtian sat up suddenly.

Yan Shu, who was beside him, was awakened unsurprisingly, and sat up suspiciously.

Li Changtian panicked and apologized: "Ah, sorry, sorry, did I disturb you?"

Yan Shu didn't blame Li Changtian and asked, "What?"

Li Changtian sat up straight: "I suddenly remembered something."

"On the day the second girl of the Su family died, I saw something fell from her hand and rolled into the ditch next to her."