A poor peasant girl: Farming with a baby and abusing her husband

Yan Shu felt her body getting colder and colder.

Even a few dead leaves falling on her body felt like a stone weighing her down.

"Am I really going to have to die in the wilderness? This life will be too miserable."

Her thoughts seemed to be wandering in mid-air, until the sound of horse hooves in the distant jungle gradually approached.

"Sister, sister! I'm sorry I'm late!"

Liu Zhuo immediately saw Yan Shu lying on the ground in the distance.

He hurriedly dismounted and flew over. When he saw that Yan Shu had no reaction, he turned her body over with his hands, only to find that the coat had been dyed bright red.

He couldn't help but hugged Yan Shu and cried loudly, saying he was sorry all the time.

Yan Shu, who was in a coma, felt warm tears falling on her cold forehead, cheeks, lips...

"Don't cry, don't cry..."

Liu Zhuo hugged Yan Shu, making her feel the pain from the wound.

When Liu Zhuo heard Yan Shu's weak voice, he burst into tears of joy.

He gently let go of Yan Shu, touched Yan Shu's pale face with his hand and said:

"You are not dead, sister, you are still alive, thank God for blessing you!"

Yan Shu struggled to sit up with Liu Zhuo's help.

"Help me find Yaya. The situation was urgent just now. In order to prevent her from being shot to death by random arrows, I had no choice but to hit the carriage to let her go first."

Liu Zhuo said:

"It's okay. Yaya is safe. I saw she was okay just now at the foot of the mountain. It was Brother Hu who saved her, whom you all know. I have already asked someone to take Yaya back to the inn."

Yan Shu finally relaxed when she heard that Yaya was fine.

Then the voice began to grow lower again.

"Mr. Liu, I think I'm going to die here today. What I worry about the most is Yaya. If I'm gone, she will be really alone."

Big tears overflowed from the corners of Liu Zhuo's eyes and patted Yan Shu's face.

"No, sister, you can't. I still have many things I haven't said to you. You can't die."

Liu Zhuo saw that Yan Shu's face was also filled with tears and couldn't help but caress her pale and weak cheeks with his hands.

"It's getting late, we have to find a place to heal your injuries quickly. Don't be afraid, as long as I'm here, I won't let anything happen to you."

After saying that, Liu Zhuo held Yan Shu in his arms and walked down the mountain.

Yan Shu's chest and back were injured, and Liu Zhuo didn't dare to ride a horse, so he just walked and stopped in the cold wind. The smoky gray remaining clouds in the evening made the scene extremely desolate.

Raindrops began to fall in the sky, and Yan Shu in Liu Zhuo's arms became weaker and weaker.

Liu Zhuo saw that the rain was getting heavier and heavier, so he had to find a nearby cliff cave to take shelter from the rain.

It was originally very cold in the twelfth lunar month of winter, but it was extremely warm in the cave.

Liu Zhuo walked through a pile of rocks and found a place with his back against the rocks before putting Yan Shu down.

He hurried to the entrance of the cave, picked up some dead branches and started a fire. Under the light of the fire, he could see everything in the cave clearly.

This is a naturally formed hot spring cave. As soon as Liu Zhuo entered, he heard the crisp sound of water flowing in the cave. Now that there was a fire, he realized that there was steam coming out.

But Liu Zhuo didn't care about so much now. He just wanted to treat Yan Shu's injury quickly.

Yan Shu hadn't taken off the two arrows yet, so she could only sit sideways against the stone.

"Sister, sister, come on, take a sip of hot water first."

Liu Zhuo picked up a handful of hot spring water and ran over to Yan Shu's lips.

Due to excessive blood loss, Yan Shu's lips were already dry, cracked and peeling, and she was unable to complete the action of drinking water.

Liu Zhuo saw the hot spring water overflowing and disappearing between his fingers, so he had no choice but to put it into his mouth.

Then, his lips slowly touched Yan Shu's lips, feeding her the sweet mountain spring bit by bit.

Although he was rescuing people, he was still hit by a tingling heat when he touched the soft and plump skin.

The comatose Yan Shu began to regain consciousness under the warmth.

"You...what are you doing..."

Yan Shu said weakly.

"Sister, I'm sorry, I'm offended. In this situation, I don't care about propriety, justice or shame anymore. It's important to save my life."

Yan Shu knew that Liu Zhuo was not someone who took advantage of the situation, so she could only nod silently.

At this time, Yan Shu had completely woken up. The sound of rain at the entrance of the cave was getting louder and louder. She probably wouldn't be able to go down the mountain tonight.

"Mr. Liu, please help me pull out the arrow. This won't work, otherwise the wound will keep bleeding."

Yan Shu said as she slowly untied her coat.

"Sister, let me help you, save some energy."

Liu Zhuo was shaking as he untied his clothes.

"These inhuman things actually did this to a weak woman. I will definitely make them pay for it with blood."

Yan Shu was exhausted and leaned against the stone.

She slightly closed her almond-shaped eyes with fluttering eyelashes, waiting for Liu Zhuo to take action.

Liu Zhuo held the arrow handle in front of him with trembling hands and confirmed to Yan Shu:

"Sister, please hold back, I'm going to start!"

Yan Shu: "Wait a minute!"

I saw her slowly raising her right hand and biting the sleeve of her cotton-padded jacket.

The time was silent, and with only a "poof..." sound, Liu Zhuo pulled out the arrow on the front.

Yan Shu bit her sleeve and tears kept falling.

Streams of dark red blood spurted out from the wound, and Liu Zhuo quickly pressed the wound to squeeze out the blood.

Yan Shu couldn't help the pain and let go of her sleeves, moaning in pain "Ah...".

"Sister, I'm sorry, I know it hurts too much, I'm sorry, please bear with me a little longer!"

What Liu Zhuo could do now was to pull out the other arrow as soon as possible to prevent Yan Shu from suffering more pain.

Yan Shu turned her head away in pain and lay on the stone.

"Come on, hurry up, the long-term pain is worse than the short-term pain, just pull this one out and it's over!"

Liu Zhuo quickly grasped the arrow handle and pulled out the flesh-and-blood arrow with a clatter.

Yan Shu was trying to survive from death today.

After Liu Zhuo dealt with the blood stasis, he tore off his cotton towel and bandaged Yan Shu's wound.

Looking at Yan Shu covered in blood, Liu Zhuo couldn't help crying again.

He blamed himself in his heart. If he hadn't fallen into Huo Guang's trick to lure the tiger away from the mountain, his sweetheart would not have become like this.

Yan Shu gradually calmed down after experiencing the severe pain just now. She asked Liu Zhuo to use hot spring water to scrub the blood off her skin. She was exhausted after everything was done.

She said to Liu Zhuo:

"Thank you, you saved my life today. I will repay you when I get better!"

Then she fell asleep.

Looking at Yan Shu in front of him, Liu Zhuo felt happy and sad at the same time.

The sad thing is that she shouldn't have suffered such serious injuries, but the happy thing is that she survived in his hands, otherwise he would be in pain and guilty for the rest of his life.

Ever since he met Yan Shu, he, a rich man, could no longer hold anyone in his heart.

When nothing happened before, he just suppressed his emotions, feeling that he might not be sure what kind of emotions he felt towards Yan Shu.

But when he saw Yan Shu's appearance, he felt as uncomfortable as losing the most precious thing. If she really died like this, the light of his life would disappear.

At this moment, he looked at the person breathing up and down in front of him, and the happiness in his heart was indescribable.

He was also tired, so he naturally fell asleep leaning against Yan Shu's legs.