The Princess of the Fairy Phoenix Road

Chapter 341 Taking private revenge and going to jail (5)
She was too confident in Qingluo's skills. After all, Qingluo had never missed a deal with her for so many years, but for a moment she forgot that the other party was Su Lin, who had a bitter and deep hatred with her.

"Don't be sad, there is still hope if you don't find someone!" Chu Qifeng said, because it was outside, it was not good to do anything too much, so he still supported her by the shoulder and comforted: "I also went to see the scene. , someone should have intervened to take her away, since that person didn't kill her on the spot, maybe he really saved her."

Chu Xunyang pursed the corners of his lips, lowered his eyes slightly and did not speak.

Chu Qifeng was also helpless, and in the end he had no choice but to compromise. He held her wrist through his sleeve and said, "Let's go, I'll go find it with you!"

He is very clear about his sister's temper, and it is absolutely impossible to persuade her to go back and wait for news at this time.

After such a delay, it was getting late, and Chu Qifeng felt a little restless in his heart. He glanced at the gradually darkening sky in the distance, then took a deep breath, jumped on the horseback and led a group of people away.

There is a low, dilapidated residential area in the northwest corner of the capital. Most of the people of this generation are foreigners. There are juggling troupes who travel to the rivers and lakes to perform, some craftsmen who temporarily live here to do some chores, and some small vendors who make small objects and go out to make a living. , three teachings and nine streams, the population relationship is very complicated and chaotic.

After nightfall, every household closed the courtyard door early and never showed up again.

In the narrow and cramped alley, some people walked hurriedly.

It was faintly visible under the moonlight, it was a tall and thin man, the light was very dim, and his face could not be seen clearly.

He seemed to be very familiar with the terrain of this generation, and he quickly pushed open the door of an inconspicuous farmyard and walked in.

The two rooms in the yard looked more and more quiet after nightfall, and there were some warm lights in the room facing the gate.

The man walked over and pushed open the door.

The furnishings in the room are very simple, with a big bed in the innermost part, a small table next to the bed, and a set of old tables and chairs in the middle of the room.

At that time, there was a person sitting on the side of the bed facing the door. He was wearing a dark blue simple robe, and his hair was simply tied up in a bun. The half-hanging hair covered half of his face. It looked like a man's attire. The lines of the facial features also showed a bit of fortitude, but after a closer look, it can be determined——

It was a woman.

The woman sat on the edge of the bed without moving. In fact, she could already hear the footsteps of the person coming from the moment he entered the alley.

At this time when he pushed the door open, she didn't look up, she was still pinching the sleepy girl's wrist on the bed to feel her pulse, and said softly: "Here you are?"

"Yeah!" The man responded and walked over.

He was wearing a gray gown, the style of the clothes was very rigid and concise, and his whole body was clean, not even the slightest bit of accessories, which showed that he was a very cautious and careful person.

The girl sleeping on the bed was not very old, she was about thirteen or fourteen, but that face at that time was like a piece of lifeless white paper, even the breath was very weak, it was not someone else——

It was Qingluo who was rescued on the road during the day.

The man frowned and stared at her for a while, then asked, "What's going on?"

"I met her by chance on the street during the day, so I brought her back." The woman said in a flat tone, "It seems that there was a conflict with the people in the Changshun Palace. The status of the prince of Changshun is special, so I couldn't touch her." He, so he brought her back."

"Are you seriously injured?" the man asked casually, with an inexplicable sense of annoyance in his peaceful brows.

Seeing this, the woman stood up and moved out of the way.

The man moved two steps over to sit on the edge of the bed, and also reached out to check Qingluo's pulse, but the wrinkles between his brows seemed to pile up more and more inadvertently.

The woman seemed to be in a daze, but she quickly calmed down after a while, and just stated in a formulaic way: "The injury is not serious, and the injury on the shoulder is not fatal, but the internal organs are injured in the abdomen. I will replace it for her." It has been dealt with, but there is no guarantee that she can survive it, and even when she will wake up is unknown."

With such an injury as Qingluo, if it wasn't for her own amazing willpower, even if she was brought back, she would have been a corpse long ago.

This kind of time-consuming and labor-intensive, if it were someone else, she would not care about it, but by accident, she met Qingluo.

The woman's thoughts turned quickly, and she continued: "What do you mean? I'm not sure that I can save her life, should I send her back? I heard that people from the Eastern Palace are searching for her whereabouts."

The man tested Qingluo's pulse, and the result was the same——

The pulse is like a gossamer, it is indeed thrilling.

He shook his robe and got up, his eyes shifted to the woman's face, he thought for a while and asked, "Did she see your face?"

"En!" The woman nodded, "But she was seriously injured at the time, even if she did wake up, she might not remember it, or—"

As she spoke, she paused, obviously hesitating.

The man looked up at her, and for a moment he understood her plan.

"No! Even if she doesn't die, she won't be able to reappear in a short time." The man closed his eyes and thought carefully for a moment before he spoke slowly. It wasn't an order, but at the same time, it was more obviously not a negotiating tone, "Do your best. , As for whether you can survive—resign yourself to fate!"

"Well, I'll take care of it." The woman didn't say much, and walked over to tuck Qingluo in the quilt, with a dull expression on her face and no emotion at all.

The man looked at her cautious movements and that face that was always expressionless, with a somewhat helpless look in his eyes, but when she had settled Qingluo and turned around, she had recovered to the original, clear and bright.

The eyes of the two people touched lightly inadvertently.

The woman seemed to have something to say, but her lips moved slightly, and finally she pursed her lips and fell silent.

"Your injury—" The man glanced at the position under her ribs, and just opened his mouth, but the next moment he changed the subject, and said lightly: "For the time being, don't go on missions for the time being. Let others do it."

"En!" The woman lowered her eyes, nodded her head and said nothing.

The room was quiet again, save for the faint crackle of candles as they burned.

After a moment of relatively silent silence, the man finally compromised first, raised his hand and took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms and handed it over.

The woman answered without asking.

The man said just now: "This is the snow ginseng pill contained in the Fanbang tribute. It was thrown in the warehouse. It is said that it has been specially refined and it will help the wound heal. You can take it."

He paused after he finished speaking, then looked at Qingluo on the bed again, and added: "You and her each swallow a pill, maybe it will be effective or not!"

(End of this chapter)