Become a god in the world of Cthulhu

Chapter 200
There are kingfishers chirping on the magnolia treetops outside the window, and the spring sunshine shines into the bamboo house through the window lattice, outlining a bright spot on the floor.

The bamboo house was filled with the faint fragrance of herbs. The man lying on the bed frowned and woke up leisurely.

There was a burning pain three inches to the right of her heart. She covered the wound with one hand, and sat up with the other hand. She unbuttoned her clothes and looked down. The wound had been wrapped with a pure white soft muslin.

She gathered the placket and buttoned it up again.

There was a strong aroma of herbs in her breath, she looked around the surrounding environment, there was an extraordinarily thick wooden shelf in the corner, and there were bottles and jars on it, and there was a simple wooden table in the middle of the room, with two A chair, that's all.

This is not like the legendary underworld!

The man's brows widened and a cheerful smile appeared on his face. She just said that she had taken precautions and Fu Da was very lucky. How could he die so easily?

But there seemed to be something wrong, and soon she realized the weirdness of the matter. She closed her eyes and recalled that at that time, she led an elite team of more than a dozen people, fell off the cliff after being hit by an arrow, and what happened after that?
At that time, under the siege of Wei Jun, the team he led was only a dozen people, and he had no power to resist. Under such circumstances, how could she be allowed to escape.

The door "squeaked" and was pushed open from the outside. He restrained his expression and looked at the door.

A child of about seven or eight years old came in, holding a bowl of medicine in his hand. Seeing the man sitting by the bed, he asked with slight surprise: "Are you awake?"

Without waiting for a response, the child immediately laughed again: "Just wake up. The girl is seriously injured. Don't move rashly. I will call the master over now."

After finishing speaking, the little boy put the medicine bowl on the table, turned his head and ran out in a hurry.

When he ran to the door, he thought of something again, turned around and said with a smile: "By the way, my name is Tiandong."

After all, he closed the door and went out.

He breathed a sigh of relief because the boy named Tiandong just now was dressed in a standard style for people from the Yan Kingdom.

Who could rescue her from the Wei army's heavy siege, and why did he save her? She frowned in anticipation.

Forget it, since the little boy just went to call his master, she should be able to see the real master soon.

"Dong dong!" There were two soft knocks on the door.

coming!Preventing the slight twinkle in his eyes: "Come in!"

The door was pushed open from the outside, and a slender figure came in from the outside. The person who came was a young man with a straight posture, his face was like a green bamboo standing against the wind, it was so clear and clear that people couldn't bear to desecrate it.

The people on Mo are like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world.

For some reason, this poem suddenly flashed through her mind. She shook her head, and then quickly came back to her senses.

This person was able to fish her out of the Wei army's encirclement, and his identity must not be simple. He can grasp the important military situation of the Wei state, and he wants to save her.

The man lowered his head slightly, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

Seeing the resident sitting at the table, the young master frowned slightly, looking particularly worried, and said warmly: "The girl is seriously injured. It is not appropriate to get out of bed at this time."

He nodded slightly and said, "Thank you, it's okay!"

No one spoke, and the atmosphere in the room froze for a while.

He smiled defensively and looked into the other person's eyes: "May I ask who you are? Why did you save me?"

The visitor bowed and saluted, and said in a gentle manner: "Little Wang Wei Jianglan!"

Even though I had roughly guessed the identity of the other party, I still felt a little surprised when I heard the name.

Wei Jianglan, the third son of the Wei Emperor, titled Jin Wang, is known for his resourcefulness and looks like Pan An, but it's a pity that the power of his mother's family is low, otherwise he could have competed for the top spot.In the intelligence network she obtained, it is said that this person is a loyal lackey of the princelings.

If the intelligence is true, I really want to laugh now. Does Prince Liang know that his good brother deliberately rescued the enemy general?Wei Chuyan even dreamed of killing her.

The other party answered readily, taking precautions and not wanting to talk in circles with him, so he got straight to the point: "Then why did you save me?"

The man's lips were a little pale due to blood loss, but his beautiful red phoenix eyes were clear and bright, meeting Wei Jianglan's gaze.

"Maybe it's because I can't bear to see a general like the princess die like this." The man's eyes looked open and sincere, without any impurities.

Preventing a sudden sneer, she relaxed her strength and leaned on the back of the chair, with a somewhat lazy expression, looking at the man in front of her with interest: "Then what are you going to do now? Let me go? I really know how to do it. I thought you were a spy planted by our Dayan in the Liang Kingdom."

Wei Jianglan didn't seem to care about preventing the teasing in his words, and said slowly and with a good temper: "The princess is right. We really can't let the princess go like this now, so for now we can only feel sorry for the princess to stay here for a few days." It’s day.”

A gust of cold wind hit, and the window paper was blown by the wind "rustling".

The young man closed the window of the house, and at the same time blocked the scenery outside the window. He sighed slowly, as if he felt a little helpless: "Princess, I want to rest. It's cold in early spring, don't catch a cold!"

He could not help but look thoughtfully at the door that was gently closed from the outside, recalling the conversation between the two just now.

This person is so tolerant, it must be a big picture!
But at this time, she doesn't have to worry about her life. Since she has worked so hard to save her, she won't kill her casually. It's useless to worry about it. It's better to get a good night's sleep first, and to heal her injuries early is a serious matter!

In the next few days, Wei Jianglan didn't show up, but he ordered Tiandong to deliver medicine every day, and the supplements, medicinal food, and running water were usually delivered here.

Take precautions and accept the orders with peace of mind, read a book when you have free time, sprinkle some beans by the window to feed the birds, and bask in the sun in the yard when the weather is warm. It seems that you don't care how long you will be imprisoned, just It seems that I plan to live here for a long time.

In the attic, Wei Jianglan was standing by the window. He could see the actions of the men in the yard at a glance. She was lying on the chaise longue that Tiandong helped her move to the yard when he came to deliver medicine in the morning. She was covered with a thin blanket and held in her hand. After holding the book and reading for a while, I seemed to feel sleepy. I yawned and simply put the book on my face and went to sleep.

It's very patient!

The man's eyes are full of satisfaction, he is good at fighting, and he is so calm, if he can cooperate with her, he will be able to get twice the result with half the effort.

There are kingfishers chirping outside the window, and the spring sun shines into the bamboo house through the window lattice, outlining a bright spot on the floor.

The bamboo house was filled with the faint fragrance of herbs. The man lying on the bed frowned and woke up leisurely.

There was a burning pain three inches to the right of her heart. She covered the wound with one hand, and sat up with the other hand. She unbuttoned her clothes and looked down. The wound had been wrapped with a pure white soft muslin.

She closed her clothes and buttoned them up again.There was a strong aroma of herbs in her nose. She looked around the surrounding environment. There was an extremely heavy wooden shelf in the corner, with bottles and jars on it. There was a simple wooden table in the middle of the room, with two A chair, nothing more.

The man's brows widened and a happy smile appeared on his face. She just said, she was very lucky to have taken precautions. How could she die so easily?

But there seemed to be something wrong, and soon she realized the weirdness of the matter. She closed her eyes and recalled that at that time, she led an elite team of more than a dozen people, fell off the cliff after being hit by an arrow, and what happened after that?
At that time, under the siege of Wei Jun, the team he led had no power to resist, so how could she be allowed to escape.

The door "squeaked" and was pushed open from the outside. He restrained his expression and looked at the door.

A child of about seven or eight years old came in, holding a bowl of medicine in his hand. Seeing the man sitting by the bed, he asked with slight surprise: "Are you awake?"

Without waiting for a response, the child immediately laughed again: "Just wake up. The girl is seriously injured. Don't move rashly. I will call the master over now."

After finishing speaking, the little boy put the medicine bowl on the table, turned his head and ran out in a hurry.

When he ran to the door, he thought of something again, turned around and said with a smile: "By the way, my name is Tiandong."

After all, he closed the door and went out.

He breathed a sigh of relief, seeing that the child named Tiandong just now was dressed in the standard attire of people from the Yan Kingdom.

She took precautions and got out of the bed holding on to the bedpost. Although she tried her best to be careful, the wound was still inevitably involved, and she couldn't help but "hiss" in pain.

She walked slowly to the table and sat on the chair.

"Boom!" There was a soft knock on the door.

"Come in!" He put down the medicine bowl and looked up at the person.

The door was pushed open from the outside, and a slender figure came in from the outside. The person who came was a young man with a straight posture, standing there like a green bamboo standing against the wind, so clear and so clear that people couldn't bear to desecrate it.

The people on Mo are like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world.

This poem suddenly flashed through her mind. She shook her head, and then quickly came back to her senses.

Seeing the guard sitting at the table, the young master frowned slightly and said with some worry: "The girl is seriously injured. It is not appropriate to get out of bed and move around at this time."

He waved his hands cautiously and said, "It's okay. I'd like to ask, but did you save me?"

The young master nodded. Seeing how she didn't care about his instructions, his frown deepened. He was about to say something when the man asked.

"Who sent me here?"

"You were hit by an arrow and fell into a coma by the river. It was my son who passed by and rescued you and brought you back."

A crisp child's voice came from outside the door, it was the boy named Tian Dong just now.

Tian Dong came trotting all the way, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead and flushed face, he let out a long breath, then turned to Dr. Shen, and respectfully handed over his usual medicine box.

Precaution, his face straightened, and he was about to bow to the young master, but his wound was involved, so he had to clasp his fists and say, "Thank you!"

Dr. Shen looked calm: "You don't need to be too polite, someone else would do the same thing.

After hearing this, he cupped his fists and smiled heartily: "It seems that Dr. Shen not only has the benevolence of a doctor, but is also extremely humble."

The man glanced out the window, then looked at Doctor Shen casually and said, "By the way, I haven't had time to introduce myself yet, Chen Xiao! Doctor Shen just call me by my name!"

"Shen Zhi!" The other party nodded slightly and replied concisely.

As soon as Shen Zhi took out a thin silk scarf from the medicine box, he was stopped by the man who raised his hand. The man rolled up his sleeves, revealing a wrist that was obviously whiter than his hands: "Young people in the world, don't worry about these false gifts. Dr. Shen will treat you directly." good."

Shen Zhi raised his head and met the man's smiling eyes.

The man's lips were a little pale due to blood loss, but his beautiful red eyes were clear and bright. They met Shen Zhi's gaze: "Doctor Shen, is there something wrong?"

Shen Zhi came back to his senses and shook his head, but when he put his hand on the man's wrist, he lowered his head. No one could see his expression clearly at this time.

Tiandong looked at Dr. Shen and then at the man opposite him. He felt that something was strange, but he couldn't place it. He scratched his head in confusion.

After a while, Shen Zhi withdrew his hand and said: "The pulse condition has stabilized, but the wound is too deep, it hurts the tendons, and it is close to the vital points, so it needs to rest for a while."

After saying that, he took another look at the precaution, obviously knowing that the other party was not willing to listen to advice, so he emphasized his tone and said: "If Miss Chen wants her body to recover as before, it is better not to use force again within half a year, otherwise she may suffer lifelong consequences." Disease.”

"Doctor Shen, come and have a look!" someone shouted outside the door.

Shen Zhi nodded towards precaution and hurried out. Tiandong packed the medicine box and left immediately with the medicine box in hand.

"My lord!" A figure flashed into the room from the window.

The person who came was a young man, dressed in sackcloth, with a burly figure and a resolute face, with the spirit of wandering around all the year round, knelt down on one knee, and said in a deep voice: "This subordinate is not good at doing things, and put the master in danger. Injure your body, please punish the Lord!"

"It's none of your business. You weren't in Jizhou at the time. Besides, you're on the battlefield, so there's no way you won't get hurt!"

He took precautions and leaned on the back of the chair, with a somewhat lazy expression. He raised his hand and said: "Get up, it's raining. I have something to ask you. I've been in coma for a few days. Where is the Yuanwei Army?"

The man named Yuxia replied: "My lord, it has been seven days since I chased Timur to the edge of the cliff, and then he was hit by an arrow and fell down the cliff. General Xu searched around the mountain for five days but couldn't find it, so I had to stay." The next elite group followed him and continued to search nearby. At present, the Yuanwei Army, led by General Chen, is already on its way back to the court. According to time, it should have reached the border of Qingzhou by now."

At the end, I added another sentence: "The place where the Lord is now is Jizhou!"

After listening to this, Zhang Zhizhu's expression relaxed: "In that case, it doesn't have anything to do with me. I want to recuperate here, and take a walk around to appreciate where it is - oh, the customs and customs of Jizhou."

The man randomly pulled out two pieces of paper from the table, wrote a few lines of words with a swipe of his pen, folded them casually and handed them to Yuxia's hand: "The upper letter is passed to the Holy One, and the lower letter is passed to A Wu."

"Yes!" Yuxia took the order and left.

(End of this chapter)