Enter Chang Xiangsi and help Jingzhai fight

A cold voice sounded from above: "I guess you have completed the tasks assigned to you two?"

Xing Lao San quickly replied, "Yes, Boss! We searched separately, and there was nothing valuable in the servant's and maid's rooms except for their belongings. There were only two carriages, which were made of good materials but were very old. There were a few broken boxes in them, filled with some clothes and books, and half a carriage of old pumpkins, so the ruts were quite deep. I used a gold probe to check, and there was no gold, not to mention silver! I asked the shop assistants, and they said that they seemed to be from a big family, but their business fell through, and they were rushing back to their hometown, otherwise they would have starved to death on the road, so they treasured those little things like nothing, and watched them day and night, for fear of losing them."

The leader said, "Get up, brothers, you have worked hard."

Xing Laosan and Wang Laoliu dusted themselves off and stood up.

The voice continued, "Someone just broke into the camp, but he didn't get away with it. He fell into our trap. I chased him here, but he disappeared. I wonder if someone else has set their sights on the goods sent by the Tushan family to the Chishui family and wants to get a piece of the pie. You should all keep your eyes open and stop staring at women all day long. Once you succeed and have a lot of money, you can get any kind of women!"

My heart trembled, wondering where Tu Shanjing was injured and whether it was serious. He seemed to be able to read my mind and pinched my wrist again, as if to tell me that it was not a big deal.

I only heard Wang Laoliu ask: "Boss, the Tushan family and the Chishui family are both wealthy and powerful. Are you really determined to rob this lot?"

The other end snorted coldly: "The arrow is on the string and has to be shot. Don't tell me you are scared now and want to go back?!"

Xing Lao San apologized with a smile: "No, no, we are just worried about our brothers getting hurt! Their stuff is definitely valuable, but the guards can't be bad, this--"

The boss sneered and said, "Forget it. After the matter is done, the brothers will share an extra 10%. Is that ok?"

Xing Lao San was busy cheering, praising the leader for his wisdom and consideration for his brothers. The leader ignored him and only told him to return to the camp quickly and be careful of the tiger's escape plan, then walked away with big strides. Xing Lao San and Wang Lao Liu also followed with a clatter.

Even after they walked away, Tu Shanjing did not get up immediately. I did not say anything either, just lay quietly on the ground with him, waiting for his move. Once the enemies left, I was not so nervous, and after relaxing, my five senses seemed to recover. I felt his chest against my back, and my heart was beating hard. His gentle breath passed by my ear, and for a moment, I had the illusion of smelling pine snow. In the vast expanse of heaven and earth, he hugged me, as light as snow drifting in the clouds, and I leaned on him, as soft as the continuous spring rain.

Before I could finish this beautiful reverie, a slight smell of blood suddenly blew into my nose.

I clenched my fist and tried to move, but he held my left hand and gently patted the back of my hand, and I didn't dare to move again.

There was a sound of footsteps on dead leaves in the woods. I saw from a distance that the pair of black boots had turned back. The leader had a beard on his chin and was tall and thin, which didn't match his appearance. Fortunately, we were downwind, so the wind couldn't carry the bloody smell. He didn't come over, but just looked from a distance and turned back.

I felt a little burning pain on my right cheek, but I gritted my teeth and endured it. We lay there motionless, pillowing the earth and covering the wind, like little animals about to hibernate in the silent forest. After a long while, Tu Shanjing took away the blanket and slowly climbed up.

I went forward and supported him without saying a word. His shoulders sank and he covered his waist with his hands. I looked down and saw blood flowing from between his snow-white fingers, a glaring red.

I looked back at the woods and made sure no one had come out, then I whispered to him, "Sir, are you okay? Can you walk?" He looked a little pale, nodded and said, "It's okay, the wound is not big, the bleeding will stop in a while, don't worry. Let's go back to the room first."

I took the blanket and helped him walk back. Fortunately, his brain was not injured and he led me back to the inn. Otherwise, I might not have been able to get back with my nervous state when I walked out of the inn.

He asked me to help him to Yu Xin's room. When I entered, Yu Xin was sleeping soundly with his back to the sky, snoring loudly. I lit a candle and said angrily, "He slept comfortably! Isn't he known for traveling all over the country? How come he stumbled at the first stop and was tricked by someone?!"

Tu Shanjing was helped by me to sit down, and I opened the bundle tied loosely on the table and found a small red bottle. I quickly grabbed the teapot on the table, poured him a glass of water, and helped him take a few pills.

After drinking a glass of water, he took a deep breath and said, "The people who came here looked like ordinary robbers, but the incense they used was of high quality with excellent medicinal effects. Even the traps in their camp were very tricky, so I was tricked."

After saying that, he took out a small white jar from his arms, rinsed his hands with water, wiped them with the towel on the table, then picked up a little of the powder in it and applied it on my face.

I was caught off guard, and his face suddenly approached and enlarged in my sight. His hair was a little messy at the temples, and there was a small dead leaf stuck in the hair under his ear. His usually rosy lips were a little pale because of the injury, and the bright whites of his eyes were slightly red at this moment, giving him a unique sense of fragile beauty.

Then I felt a stinging pain on my left cheek, and I couldn't help but hiss. He stopped, his slender fingers suspended in the air, his eyes seemed to be asking questions, but also to be comforting.

"It's okay, maybe I just got a scratch on my skin, it's a small thing, not a big deal." I smiled gratefully.

He gently lifted my chin with his hand, turned it slightly, and looked at me carefully in the candlelight: "A woman's face injury is no small matter. It will leave a scar." After that, he put some medicine powder and carefully applied it to the small wound on my face.

I was almost addicted to her beauty and care, but suddenly I remembered that the wound on his waist was much bigger than mine, so I looked at his waist and said, "Sir, you should apply the medicine first! It was bleeding just now!"

His face turned slightly red, and after pondering for a moment, he replied, "Okay." Then he unbuttoned his coat.

It was clearly me who asked him to apply the medicine first, but he really undressed and I was a little afraid to watch.

He took off his nightgown and the warm undershirt inside, revealing his moon-white undershirt. I looked over and saw him lifting up the hem of his shirt, a smudge of red on his moon-white undershirt that was very eye-catching.

I didn't care about being shy or not, and immediately squatted down and leaned over to take a look. I saw a small mole slightly behind his waist, and next to the mole there was a round wound, which was not large but looked quite deep.