Quick Travel: When a delicate beauty becomes cannon fodder

Chapter 353 Peasant Girl (6)

The cold herbal medicine was applied to the slanted knife wound on his chest. She subconsciously moved closer and blew on it gently. She noticed that his voice had stopped and she did not raise her head. However, she showed that she was listening, "Keep talking!"

As he spoke, his breath sprayed on his skin, and the hands on the sheets clenched tightly with great movements.

Ruan Ruan looked at him in surprise, "Does it hurt?"

"This medicine... seems a bit irritating when it comes into contact with the wound."

He loosened his clenched hands, but the veins on them were still pulsing, "You can continue applying the medicine and don't worry about me."

She was stunned and said, "Oh."

The movements have sped up a lot, and the long-term pain is not as good as the short-term pain.

He continued what he said above, "My words are engraved on the hilt of the sword. No one else can get it. If it spreads to the market, it will easily attract the people who are chasing me. They will know my sword."

She knew the seriousness of the matter, "I'll get it right away!"

He quickly wrapped the bandage on his upper body and said, "I'll help you change the rest when I get back."

Before leaving, I didn't forget to bring him a bowl of brown sugar porridge from the kitchen.

Ruan Ruan climbed up the mountain in a hurry, being too anxious and not keeping up with the rhythm, which made him panting. The traces of dragging him up became more obvious, and dried blood stains stuck to the grass blades.

She went up while cleaning up the traces, and the fabric on her back was soaked with sweat. When she came to the place where she found him last night, she didn't take a moment to rest and looked for his sword among the bent weeds.

A spot reflected silver light in the sunlight. She picked up the bloody sword. There were two words engraved on the hilt. She held it close to identify it and touched the depression with her fingertips, "Sincerely."

……

"Ye Hanchuan, I got your sword back."

Ruan Ruan handed the sword to him. The scabbard was also found not far away, and he wiped it clean before bringing it to him.

He took it with his left hand, "Thank you." After a pause, he added her name, "...Ruan Ruan." He was still a little unskilled, but his heart was beating unbalanced when he called her name.

She wanted to ask from just now, "Can you tell me who is chasing you?"

He didn't hide it, "He is the third prince's dead soldier."

"But you don't look like someone from the imperial court. Why would he hunt you down?"

"I saw him meeting someone in the dark. He called the person a general. Maybe he thought I heard their conversation."

Ruan Ruan still had no reaction. He continued, "Although I killed all the first batch of people who were chasing me, there is no guarantee that they will not find this place. I will not stay longer. When I finish this matter, Come back again...thank you."

He found a perfect excuse to meet again.

"Don't talk about this. You need to recover from your injuries first. I'll help you continue changing your dressing."

As he said that, he was about to lift his quilt, but he held it down tightly. He raised his eyes with cold eyes and said, "I had already changed it when you went up the mountain."

"How could you do it by yourself! What if the wound is torn and worse!?"

Ruan Ruan carefully inspected the wounds on his upper body, especially on his arms. Fortunately, no blood flowed out, "You can't do anything random next time!"

Her clear grape eyes stared at him, her white cheeks were slightly bulging, and her baby fat was more obvious. There was disapproval and worry for him in her eyes. He almost drowned in her sight, and she was still saying something.

"Are you listening?" Ruan Ruan asked after he didn't respond for a long time.

Ye Hanchuan didn't pay attention to what she said at all, but there was no panic on his face, and his expression was calm, "Well, I understand."

She stopped talking and collected the bandages and herbal pieces in the room, washed the used utensils, and let him rest alone.

(End of this chapter)