Caisang under the clear moon

half of Zhu Li's face.

Zhu Li smiled, the sun shone from his temples and cheeks, like the Buddha's light around the head of the Buddha who appeared in the New Year paintings, a warm golden halo.

It was too dazzling, Wu Sang closed his eyes.

Zhu Li dragged him out of the carriage and moved him to the side of the road. Wu Sang opened his eyelids and watched Zhu Li lift a few heavy wooden boxes from the roadside and throw them into the carriage. Then he slapped the horse's butt. Slap: "Run, horse, lead those people away!"

The horse threw off its four hooves and jumped out, leaving only two deep ruts.

Zhu Li watched the horse run away, and then walked up to Wu Sang again. Wu Sang didn't want to speak, and closed his eyes without moving, only to hear Zhu Li sigh in front of him: "This anesthetic is too... hey!"

Zhu Li pulled him up from the ground, carried him on his back, and walked around the side path. Zhu Li was good at lightness, and he moved like the wind when carrying a person on his back, but he couldn't help panting after walking for a while, and sighed: "Hey, what are you doing?" It's so tall!" Put him on the side of the road to rest for a while.

When it was time to set off again, Zhu Li tossed and tossed for a long time, changing many postures, dragging it was inconvenient, carrying it, Wu Sang was too tall to resist, so he still had to carry it, Zhu Li sighed silently.

Wu Sang's sliver of clarity was used to observe the path. Zhu Li carried him on the country road crisscrossed with fields. There was a three-way intersection in three steps, and a crossroad in five steps. He was always alert and wanted to escape. , It took a lot of effort to pay attention, but he gave up within three miles.

The scenery of this place is repeated and similar, there are no signs along the way, and I can't remember it at all.

After walking and resting like this, at noon they had reached a secluded village in the depths of the path. Farmhouses were scattered here and there, surrounded by the scent of rice and lotus.

Zhu Li put Wu Sang down at the door of a house, and shook him: "Hey, wake up...you are awake!" Seeing Wu Sang's clear eyes, Zhu Li stretched out his hand and rubbed his forehead, a little embarrassed, "Well, can you stand up now?"

Wu Sang leaned against the side of the road and raised his head with difficulty: "What do you think?" An anesthetic that can bring down a horse.

"Then...this!" Zhu Li pointed to the small courtyard in front of him, "This is my own property, few people know about it, and besides, it's secluded here, those people will definitely not be able to find it!"

Zhuli's property is actually just a small courtyard with green tiles and white walls, surrounded by clumps of rhododendron trees, hidden in a sea of ​​flowers, sandwiched in this remote village, no different from the surrounding farmers, it is indeed not attractive attention.

Zhu Li pushed open the courtyard door, half dragged and half carried Wu Sang and walked in. The small courtyard is not big, the grass in the courtyard is up to the knees, and there are some unknown wild flowers in the dark green, all of which are red and blooming. in full bloom.

The three houses facing west and east are behind the weeds, and there is a wing room on each side, which is a bit old.

Zhu Li dragged Wu Sang and kicked away the weeds to the door on the left of the three rooms. Before pushing the door, he took a look at Wu Sang. Wu Sang closed his eyes and seemed to be asleep again. Zhu Li still reminded him. He said, "There is ashes."

As soon as the door was pushed open, the dust in the room rushed out as if fleeing, and Wu Sang coughed chokingly.

Zhu Li waited until the dust had cleared before speaking: "Actually, except for the dust, everything is clean."

Wu Sang didn't speak.

Indeed, except for the dust in the room, the furniture and furnishings are simple and tidy. The wooden bed is covered with thick curtains, and the bedding inside is not dusty, but a little damp. Zhu Li frowned, tore off the sheets and bedding, and put Sang dropped it on the dry bed.

Wu Sang took advantage of the situation and fell on the bed. Although he didn't feel all over, lying down was more comfortable than standing, squatting and leaning. He only caught a glimpse of Zhu Li hugging the quilt and going out to dry.

Wu Sang sighed inwardly, turned his head away and closed his eyes.Time changes people, and in ten years, everyone has a different life.

Even if they are in the same room at the moment, he is still a killer who can fall asleep even if he hangs on the top of a tree. The young master of the Zhu family travels the rivers and lakes, but he cares about whether the bedding is damp or not when he sleeps, and he cares about whether the house is dusty or not when he is staying. young hero.

He had to find a way to escape, but he didn't know whether it was because of the anesthetic or because he hadn't slept for a long time. He was sleepy again and continued to sleep with his eyes closed.He was aware of Zhu Li standing by the wooden bed and looking at him, but he didn't move.

Zhu Li chased him because of the Yang family's affairs, but he didn't understand why Zhu Li didn't do anything when he caught him, and he didn't see him delivering a letter elsewhere. He wanted to single-handedly escort him back to Zhuzhou?That would be great, he has countless opportunities to escape back!

"I know you're awake." Zhu Li was still standing by the wooden bed, and couldn't hear his emotions, but he probably didn't have a warm smile anymore.

Wu Sang only moved his eyelids, but he remained indifferent.

Zhu Li cleared his throat: "It seems that you won't hand over Lingqi's antidote?"

Wu Sang frowned, then turned to Zhu Li, "I didn't."

Zhu Li smiled at this time, and he nodded: "Okay, there was someone in the Huanguan before, I saved you three points of face, so I didn't do anything to you. Now there are only two of us, since you don't hand it over, then Only to offend, I searched myself!"

Wu Sang raised his eyelids and glanced at Zhu Li, wondering why this man was obsessed with body searches.

But he didn't take it seriously, Zhu Li has always acted with restraint, quite a gentleman's style, unlike someone who would do a body search.But immediately he saw that although Zhu Li was still smiling, he rolled up his sleeves and stretched out his hand.

Only then did Wu Sang realize that Zhu Li was serious!He didn't want to be searched, but he had no power to resist, so he could only frown and confess: "I really didn't. I...you!"

Wu Sang originally wanted to say that what he fed to the shepherd was not a thing at all, but before he finished speaking, Zhu Li's hand had already touched him, which was as unexpected as being punched by Zhu Li in Huanguan.

Wu Sang felt that the body search was too disrespectful, so annoyed, he jumped back half an inch on the bare bed like a fish on the chopping board, and held back, frowning, trying to clenched his fists, but his hands Unable to obey, he had to stop stiffly.

He felt that if he kept retreating, he was like a woman from a good family who was raped.Wu Sang secretly spat.

Zhu Li touched his chest for a while, but he couldn't find anything that seemed to be the antidote, but he didn't stop. Wu Sang broke out in sweat, seeing that Zhu Li still didn't give up, what should he do to search?He stared at Zhu Li's hand.

Fortunately, Zhu Li still had some measure. Before he untied his belt, he raised his head and glanced at Wu Sang, who was stabbed by Wu Sang's gaze and withdrew his hand. He took a step back and tried to be as calm as possible: "Solution, antidote...where is it?" ? Lingqi will not lie to me, if he said you fed him poison, then you gave him poison."

Wu Sang took two breaths before recovering: "I didn't, I didn't feed him poison!"

Zhu Li raised his eyebrows, and still smiled, but there was a bit of coldness in his smile. This smile echoed his steady and slow tone, which made people want to grind their teeth: "Lingqi won't lie to me. Yes, Wu Sang, don't you think I won't torture you."

Wu Sang believed that he had told the truth, but Zhu Li saw that he believed in that little girl and never believed in himself. Wu Sang writhed angrily, but the anesthesia on his body hadn't dissipated. Sleeping with eyes closed, breathing is heavy.

Seeing his appearance, Zhu Li smiled again: "Wusang, I have some extraordinary means to deal with such an extraordinary person as you."

Wu Sang didn't move with his back on his back, Zhu Li didn't believe him, it was useless for him to argue with Zhu Li about these things, he might as well get a good night's sleep, and when the anesthetic on his body, which could bring down a horse, passed, he would have the strength to run road.

It is still far away from Cangxia Mountain.

Zhu Li stood by the wooden bed for a while and then went out. After a while, Wu Sang heard the soft sound of the window panes, and the sound of water being stirred by a rag, all mixed together, and he fell asleep completely. past.

But this time, after not sleeping for a long time, Wu Sang woke up by himself. He lay awake a little bit, tried to move, and his hands and feet could move. The house is dusty and the windows are bright and clean.

The sun is shining brightly outside, dazzlingly bright, but Zhu Li is not in this room!

Wu Sang suppressed the excitement in his heart, and listened quietly for a while, the sound of the wind blowing the weeds could be heard quietly in the courtyard, Zhu Lifei was not in this house, he was not in this courtyard either.

Wu Sang's heart relaxed, and he secretly laughed.

The author has something to say: Hey Hei Hei Hei!Does anyone leave a comment?Does anyone send warmth to the cold author in winter?Is there any?Rolling around and acting cute... By the way, Happy New Year to all the friends who read this chapter. The author of Leng Wen ran to the cafeteria to eat but failed (there were few people and everyone closed), so he ran for two miles to eat a bowl of Mala Tang, and it was over. It's 2016!I wish everyone a happy new year!mwah!

☆、Tit for tat ([-])

The rice stalks were drying in the small yard of a simple farmhouse, and a few chickens were grumbling and planing food in the rice stalks. Zhu Li was sitting under the eaves, smelling the scent of the kitchen, basking in the sun, feeling sleepy and sleepy. Too hungry to sleep.

After a while, he smelled the smell of food very close to him. Zhu Li was attracted by the smell and opened his eyes. Mrs. Cheng had packed the food box and was bending over to look at him: "Are you awake? Don't call you!"

Aunt Cheng is middle-aged, white and fat, her face is as round as a polished round mirror: "Mother Cheng also stewed some mung bean soup, drink it to relieve the heat at this time, just wait a little longer."

Zhu Li smiled and thanked authentically.

Aunt Cheng sat down nearby, ready to chat a few words; "I see you haven't been here for a long time, how busy are you?"

Zhu Li laughed: "Well, very busy."

Aunt Cheng also laughed: "I look thinner and tanned. That's good, I used to be white and clean, and I want to be bullied when I look at it!"

"..." Zhu Li touched his face, looking white and clean, wanting to be bullied?

When the soup was ready, Mrs. Cheng put it in a soup pot and brought it to Zhu Li: "There are so many, you even have some for the evening, you are lazy, how nice it is to eat fresh ones at night!"

Zhu Li paused for a moment before saying, "I want more tonight. I want aunt's millet porridge and steamed bread."

Aunt Cheng snorted, "Can you eat so much by yourself?"

"There's one more... one..." Zhu Li thought for a while before defining Wu Sang: "One friend, the two of us, auntie, do more."

What the hell are you and Usan?friend?not enough!But apart from the fact that Wu Sang gave Ling Qi poison/medicine, and he punched Wu Sang in order to understand the medicine, they had never had any enmity.

It was only two or three miles from Mrs. Cheng's house to his small yard. Zhu Li carried the food box several times and wanted to open it and eat something first. He hadn't had a serious meal for a long time, and the smell made him want to drink saliva.

Thinking about it, Wu Sang was worse than him, Mrs. Cheng was an excellent cook, she could eat their tongues just by smelling the aroma.

When Zhu Li entered the small courtyard, the courtyard was as quiet as before, and he kicked a small path in the middle of the weeds in the courtyard. It is still the same now, but a few clumps of weeds stand crookedly beside the path, and a few red petals drip in the middle of the verdant green weeds.

Zhu Li raised his eyebrows slightly.

He raised his voice and called out: "Usang."

No one answered, the surrounding fields were empty, and there was no echo.

Hunger made him a little irritable, Zhu Li frowned slightly, he went over and kicked open the door of the left side room, the sun shone into the room, the room was bright and empty, there was no one on the wooden bed, only a stool was overturned, Across the table.

Usan is gone!When he saw Wu Sang was sleepy and weak, he paused to ask for the antidote and let him rest, when he endured fatigue and hunger and braved the scorching sun to find food for the two of them.

Wu Sang is not the same as him!

Zhu Li's expression didn't change, he went to help up the stool, put the food box and soup pot gently on the table, stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the long sword, pulled out the blade, put it back, and went back and forth several times .

Finally the long sword was sheathed, Zhu Li turned around and went out, the sun was high outside the house, the wild grass was desolate, the silence at noon in summer was not much better than the sorrow of spring.

"Wusang!" He said in a deep voice, and the voice he shouted could be heard far away.

For a long time, only one single cricket called, and then there was no more sound.

"Wusang!" He called again, but there was no response after waiting for a while, and this time even the lonely cricket didn't respond to him.

Zhu Li clenched his fist and said in a heavy tone, "Wusang, don't regret it."

Still no response.

According to the time, the anesthetic on Wu Sang's body has just passed away. With so many drugs, even if the effect of the drug has passed, it will take a while to feel uncomfortable. Wu Sang acted cautiously. Others chased him for a long time and failed to succeed, but this time he took the house down. He didn't have time to take care of the stool in the back, so it was difficult for him to escape.

Also, the fallen flowers in the weeds in the courtyard are also proof. If Wu Sang could move freely, not to mention the petals, he would not even be able to move the blades of grass.

The path outside is twists and turns, unfamiliar people can easily be stunned, with Wu Sang's appearance, if he ran out of the village and met relatives and friends of the West Lake Three Monsters or barbarians, he would die!

Wu Sang would rather die than escape!

With a sullen face, Zhu Li counted the time and searched around as far as Wu Sang could run, but there was no trace, and then narrowed down the area to search, but there was still no trace.With a sneer on his lips, he stood in the ridge and looked around his yard, and walked towards the rhododendrons around the yard.

The rhododendron tree was low, only growing to waist height. Zhu Li climbed up to the roof of his house and gazed at it. In the sea of ​​bright red rhododendrons, the flowers and trees on the back wall of the right side room were a little messy.

Zhu Li tapped his toes lightly, and swept down the roof like a bird. He landed on the side of the slightly messy flower tree, and saw the rhododendron trembling slightly on the branches five steps away. The wind, Zhu Li knew it in his heart.

Zhu Li drew out his sword like the wind, and he cut off some of the flowers and green branches in front of him, and he could already see a corner of his clothes hidden in the bushes: "Wusang!" He called out, and the person hidden in the flowers came here The point is not out yet.

There was no smile on Zhu Li's face, he stepped over a few steps, parted the flower branches, and saw Wu Sang leaning against the flowers with a haggard look, a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, his face was as pale as frost, and he clenched his hands imperceptibly when he saw him. fist.

"Think I'll chase them out?" Zhu Li asked with a smile, his voice was as deep as the north wind in winter.

Wu Sang closed his eyes and said nothing.

"I said you would regret it, did you hear that?" Zhu Li asked again.

Usanso is too sexual.

Zhu Li grabbed Wusang's shoulder and dragged it hard, but Wusang was dragged to the ground by him: "You underestimated the stamina of this anesthetic, as I said, a horse can be brought down!" Wusang struggled a few times , but his whole body was as limp as sugar melted under the sun, he couldn't break free, and was dragged out of the flowers by Zhu Li.

The ground in the bushes was rough, Wu Sang only felt a pain in his body, and he didn't know how many cuts he had been cut, he held his breath, but he didn't make a sound.

Zhu Li dragged him non-stop, dragging him out of the flowers, into the small courtyard, through the weeds in the courtyard, into the bright room with clean windows, and threw him on the hardwood bed.

The wound on his body hit the bed, and the pain exploded. Wu Sang couldn't hold it back, he snorted, and before turning over, he saw Zhu Li approaching, holding a long sword in his hand, the sword was not out of its sheath, The scabbard pointed directly at the tip of Wu Sang's nose: "I said you would regret it, right?"

At this moment, Zhu Li's face has softened, not too cold, but a little indifferent after losing those smiles, it doesn't look scary, and it doesn't look like he is going to do anything cruel.

But for some reason, Wu Sang knew that he was serious. He looked up at Zhu Li, not knowing how to respond.

Although he was able to move after the anesthesia, his limbs seemed to be broken. He couldn't stand up when he slipped off the wooden bed and knelt on the ground. After walking so far, he almost crawled out.

There was also the wound on his body, after the anesthesia wore off, the pain was as violent as if it was going to bite back, and he broke out in a cold sweat all over the pain.He thought of Zhu Li's words about torture, and couldn't help but feel a little uncertain-he knew his physical strength and endurance, and he couldn't bear more pain.

Zhu Li didn't wait for him to figure it out, the scabbard had already been poked towards him, Wu Sang moved slowly, unable to dodge in time, he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, he gritted his teeth and groaned, and shrank back as if he had bounced off the bed one time.

It hurt too much, Zhu Li poked the wound on his shoulder, and he was sweating again from the pain, trembling.

The expression on Zhu Li's face was still indifferent, and there was no anger in his tone, it was still slow and flat: "First, the antidote!"

Still the antidote!Wu Sang raised his sweat-covered face, and gave Zhu Li a hard look. He said no, and he wanted an antidote. Where did he get the antidote!

"Back." Zhu Li said.

Before Wu Sang could react, Zhu Li handed over the scabbard, poking at the wound on his back. This time, Wu Sang bit the corner of his lips, not wanting to show weakness. All of a sudden, blue veins protruded from the forehead, and cold sweat dripped and splashed on the wooden bed.

"The antidote to Lingqi."

Wu Sang's breathing was rapid and short, his eyes were tightly closed, and he didn't look up.

"Right shoulder." Zhu Li said again.

Wu Sang already understood that this was the wound that Zhu Li would poke next time. He felt a pain in the wound on his right shoulder nervously. After the scabbard was poked up, it trembled nervously, groaning in pain, pressing on his throat, Wu Sang held on tightly, and didn't cry out.

The wooden bed was placed against the wall, Wu Sang wanted to move back a little, but there was no way to move back.

"The right arm." Zhu Li said again.

Wu Sang snorted, the arm supporting the bed board went limp, and fell on the bed.

"Right Forearm"

If this continued, Wu Sang felt that he could cry from the pain, he frowned and closed his eyes tightly, trying to curl himself into a ball.

"Left rib."

"Left rib."

"Left rib."

Three times on the left side, Wu Sang Xuanqing's clothes have been soaked in a large circle by the blood from the wound on the left side.

"Left..." Zhu Li's scabbard was not handed out this time - Wu Sang was trembling like a yellow leaf in the autumn wind, his face was pale and sweaty, and he was half lying sideways on the wooden bed, curled up into a ball, obviously I couldn't hold on, but I still clenched my teeth and never hummed again.

Zhu Li's hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

Wu Sang was already numb from the pain, even his scalp was hurting, he couldn't control his trembling, but his mind was somewhat clear, he looked up at Zhu Li, panting heavily: "Want an antidote? No!" After speaking, he pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled, then lowered his head again, and there was no movement.

The next time it will be the left side rib, the bone-deep pain makes Wu Sang unable to think about where it will be next time and when it will stop.

Wu Sang's smile was different from the one Zhu Li had dreamed about, and it was also different from the one when Wu Sang warned himself not to chase him outside Xuzhou city.

Special... Make him unable to do it.

Zhu Li put away the long sword: "Wusang, you have left Huanguan, Lingqi is no threat to you, you are not killing innocent people indiscriminately, hand over the antidote and let him die, why not?"

He still spoke in such a steady and gentle manner, and there was still no warm smile on his face, but his tone was different.

Wu Sang was still curled up on the bed, with no expression on his haggard face, he just hummed in his voice as if hearing a joke, "You have checked me for so long, chased me for so long, and you don't know that I'm just abusive." The person to kill?"

Zhu Li felt a little resentful when he saw that he would rather die than surrender, so he didn't speak any more, and walked out the door with his sleeves thrown.

He stood under the eaves. Although it was past noon, the sun was still strong and dazzling. He stood silently for a long time. When the depression in his chest cleared, he felt tired and hungry. in the room.

Wu Sang was lying on the bed without moving, Zhu Liwu opened the food box and put out the meals, and the porridge from the soup pot, and glanced at Wu Sang who was lying flat and barely breathing: "You... Can you get up? Eat."

"Yes." Wu Sang's voice was hoarse.

Wu Sang stumbled when getting out of bed, and the hand holding the chopsticks was still shaking slightly when eating, which was a sequela after the severe pain.

Zhu Li put some vegetables into Wu Sang's bowl, Wu Sang glanced at him, but he ignored him.

It is the Zhu family's rule not to talk when you eat or sleep, but when you are so hungry, Zhu Li just eats with his head buried.Wu Sang hadn't had a serious meal for a longer period of time. When he met Mrs. Cheng's cooking skills, she just ate hard, quietly but very quickly, and Mrs. Cheng's four dishes cooked quickly.

Zhu Li pushed the mung bean porridge towards Wu Sang again: "This is to relieve the heat."

They all tossed about for a long time anxiously.

Wu Sang glanced at him again before taking a sip of porridge. He paused, "I fed hawthorn balls, not □□."

Zhu Li was thinking about other things, Wu Sang's unexpected and turning point made him unable to react immediately: "What?"

Wu Sang buried his head in the porridge and ignored him.

"Why do you..." Zhu Li swallowed back the words "not to say earlier", and he suddenly remembered that Wu Sang said more than once that he did not poison and did not have an antidote, not that he did not give an antidote.

It's just that Zhu Li didn't expect a person to tell the truth so...he didn't believe it at all, and he didn't pay attention.

Wu Sang is such a seldom talker, I'm afraid he doesn't even bother to lie.What's more, after so long, I haven't received any news of Ling Qi's accident.

Zhu Li raised his eyebrows and glanced at Wu Sang. This killer was not as handsome, handsome, and affectionate as the outside rumors said.

Zhu Li lowered his head slightly to look at the mung bean porridge in the bowl for a while: "...I have clean clothes, do you want to change?"

Wu Sang didn't even look up, just said: "Yes."

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In fact, I don’t know why, I suddenly don’t worry about the data, just take my time, and those who are destined to see the article wave their little hands, and those who don’t like the author’s slow and hot style can’t force it.Just take your time, write slowly, grind slowly.I was probably poisoned by eating Malatang last night, and I was so free and easy~

☆、Tit for tat ([-])

When Zhu Li went out, Qin Shi packed a small package for him, a change of clothes, wound medicine and money, and he picked up a set of clothes and handed them to Wu Sang: "It's all clean."

Wu Sang didn't answer, but looked at Zhu Li: "But I have blood on my body, very dirty."

"...It's okay." Zhu Li passed the clothes to him, Wu Sang spoke in a calm tone, but Zhu Li still felt the difference, did he blame him for poking his wound?

Only now did Wu Sang accept it.

"I have wound medicine in my package, I, can I look at the wound for you?" It was like a meal of sticks and a sweet date, and Zhu Li's voice was unavoidably low.

"No need." Wu Sang refused and stood up neatly, watched Zhu Li go out, then closed the door with a bang.

Zhu Li was taken aback by the movement, stayed silent for a while, stood outside and slightly raised his eyebrows: "There is a well in the yard, you can wash it..."

Wu Sang quickly opened the door again.

The two looked at the well in the yard. It hadn’t been used for a long time. The water was available and the barrel was still in good condition, but the ropes were already rotten. Zhu Li thought for a while: “I still have clothes, let’s tear them into strips and pick them up. When you get up, you can use it to fetch water."

Wu Sang didn't make a sound, and glanced at him, the meaning of this glance was too clear, it was the eyes of a fool, Wu Sang started to pull the weeds in the yard, probably because of the pain of the wound, he only pulled a few, and sat there frowning. fell to the ground, pointed his chin at Zhu Li: "Come here!"

Thinking that this Cangxia Mountain escape expert is now thanks to himself, Zhu Li couldn't refuse.

He started to pull out a bundle of grass in the yard, and saw Wusang split out strands of weeds and began to twist the rope. The grass here is long and tough, and Wusang rubbed out a section after a while. Zhu Li looked at it. Feeling a little novel, he went over and tugged, the rope was very strong, so he couldn't help but glance at Wu Sang.

Wu Sang was still burying his head in twisting the rope, when the west slanting sun shone over, half of Wu Sang's body was immersed in the warm yellow light, which made people unable to open their eyes, so they had to lower their heads, and saw Wu Sang's long, thin and flexible hands , fingers and palms were stained light green by grass juice.

After a while, a long rope had been twisted, and Zhu Li saw that Wu Sang had put the end of the rope away, and immediately took the rope: "I'm here to fetch water, do you want to heat it up?" Li hasn't decided what to cook yet, as there are no cooking utensils here.

"No need." Wu Sang struggled a bit before standing up, and went into the room on his own.

Zhu Li rummaged through boxes and cabinets and threw ashes all over him, only to find a larger wooden bucket, and poured two buckets of well water into it, and brought it into the house.

Seeing that he was still standing, Wu Sang asked calmly, "Do you want to wash?"

Zhu Li shook his head: "No, I'm asking if you want to..."

"No. Get out."

As soon as Zhu Lifu went out, Wu Sang closed the door again very quickly.

Zhu Li stood outside the door for a while, feeling a little guilty, Wu Sang really doesn't want to help?Apply medicine to bandage the wound, Wu Sang has some wounds on his back, can he still get it?

The houses in this yard have been inhabited for a long time, and the dust is so thick that they can sow seeds. Zhu Li cleaned up the room on the left for the convenience of living. Unable to go far, he sat under the eaves, groping a small porcelain bottle in his arms, and took it out to have a look after a while.

In the end, he carefully put the porcelain bottle into his arms.

The sun was about to set, and the sun receded from the quilt that was drying in the yard. Zhu Li went over to touch it, and the quilt was soft and warm.He put away the quilt, hugged it with one hand, and knocked on the door with the other: "Wusang?" Wusang didn't answer, and the sound of water in the room was no longer there.

Zhu Li grunted inwardly, then called out again, but Wu Sang still didn't answer.

Zhu Li kicked the door open, if Wu Sang still dared to escape this time, he could break his leg!

But Wu Sang didn't run away, and was startled by Zhu Li who broke in without authorization. Zhu Li took a look and tried not to smile too much, but the smile on his face was different from the gentle smile on his face in the past. The smile is different, only in the eyes: "You, why don't you open the door?"

Wu Sang raised his eyelids to look at him: "What do you think?"

Zhu Li really couldn't hold it back, the smile on his lips turned into a grin: "That... well, actually, it's fine if you don't go out."

Zhu Li was not short, but Usang was half a head taller than him, and thinner than him. His clothes were worn on Wusang, as if they were picked on a long bamboo pole. With her face and some wet hair, she felt a sense of joy for no reason.

Wu Sang ignored him and threw his dirty clothes into the wooden bucket. The water in the wooden bucket was instantly stained red by the blood stains on his clothes. Zhu Li looked at the bucket of water and bit his lips: "You Have you taken your medicine?"

Wu Sang rubbed the clothes like dancing with a sword, and while she said yes lightly, she swung her clothes twice, trying to get the clothes out.

Zhu Li looked at the pale red water dripping on the black and green clothes: "I asked Mrs. Cheng to borrow some saponins, and you can wash it again?"

Wu Sang glanced at him, and Zhu Li had a premonition that he was going to say no again.

Um, no, no, no.This is what Wu Sang said to him the most, and what's more, Wu Sang is still angry in order to get an antidote for Ling Qi.

But Wu Sang threw the clothes back into the bucket: "That's fine," he said.

Zhu Li was a little too late to react, so he was stunned: "Aren't you going to change the bucket of water?" He wouldn't bend over to wash and wash rice at home, but at least he also went out to walk around the rivers and lakes, knowing everything he should know.

Wu Sang also glanced at the water in the bucket with some disgust, "Change it at night." He glanced at the quilt in Zhu Li's arms again: "Do you want to sleep?"

"No, I won't for the time being." Zhu Li made the quilt neatly on the bed, and heard Wu Sang say behind him: "I want to sleep."

Zhu Li was stunned for a moment, straightened up and looked back at Wu Sang, his eyes were bright and clear, and the corners of his lips had that gentle and kind smile: "Are you going to get enough sleep so you can run around at night?"

Wu Sang didn't say anything, nor did he look at Zhu Li.

Zhu Li was sitting by the bed, brushing his hands under the quilt, and looked at him with a smile: "It's very soft and warm, but I can't sleep, you come with me to get something to eat."

Wu Sang glared at him and went out.

The sun was already hanging on the top of the mountain, and there was only a corner of light and shadow in the yard, where Wu Sang stood basking in the sun.

The young master of the Zhu family is no longer the clingy child he was when he was a child. He looks like a gentle and modest gentleman in front of others.He became calm and strict when he got angry behind people, and he was quick and accurate when he was dealing with people. He has been taught twice, and now his whole body still hurts, and now he is powerless to resist, and he doesn't want to touch his scales again.

But the young master of the Zhu family smiled slightly when he touched the quilt just now, his eyes were slightly bent, he was a little proud and a little silly, he suddenly didn't know how to deal with it, and thought of his childhood.

The sky soon darkened, and Zhu Li stood by the door: "It's okay if you don't want to go, but if you dare to escape this time, I will break your legs."

Wu Sang stroked his hair and dried it. When he entered the room, he nodded to Zhu Li: "Don't run away."

Zhu Li had just gone to fetch food by himself, but he was still not at ease, so he rushed back to the house with Mrs. Cheng's millet porridge and steamed buns.

Wu Sang leaned against the quilt, as if he had fallen asleep, but as soon as the food box was opened, he immediately sat up again.

Food is the paramount necessity of the people, whether it is a young hero or a killer.

After Wu Sang finished washing his clothes, it was time to go to bed. There was only one wooden bed in this room in the whole courtyard. Zhu Li took a stool and fought hard by the door, and pulled a piece of clothes to cover it. Before lying down, he glanced at Wu Sang: "I said, if you try to escape, I will break your legs."

Wu Sang didn't respond, but just got out of the soft quilt on the wooden bed: "I can fall asleep standing up, you sleep on the bed."

Zhu Li looked at him, squinted his eyes and smiled: "Isn't it easy to run while standing?"

Wu Sang nodded without speaking, and lay down on the wooden bed.

The candle was placed on the table, Wu Sang caught a glimpse of Zhu Li pulling out the wooden hairpin and threw it over. into the wooden table.

It was the last quarter moon, and it was especially bright in the middle of the night. Wu Sang ran vigorously for a while, I don't know if it was because his clothes were not dry after washing, or because the wound was soaked in sweat from exhaustion, it was extremely painful, but He didn't care about it, and didn't distinguish between intersections, just picked one at random and left.

Zhu Li is familiar with this place, if he returns by the same route, he will only be blocked faster.

He had to get rid of Zhu Li first, and then find his way back to Cangxia Mountain.

I don't know how long I ran, but when I looked back, I saw farmers scattered in threes and fives under the dim moonlight. I couldn't tell the village that Zhu Li took him to, and I couldn't recognize where Zhu Li's small courtyard was, Wu Sang Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief and relax a little. The wound hurt like a layer of salt, and his throat seemed to be on fire.

Wu Sang slowed down to catch his breath, when he suddenly felt the wind howling behind his head, he hurriedly turned his head, and saw a sword shadow smashing down on his head, the strength in his body hadn't recovered yet, so he leaned back to avoid it, But the sword shadow was caught in the wind, but turned halfway, and slammed into the crook of his knee. His legs were weak when he was running, but this time he was hit and knelt on the ground.

However, Zhu Li ignored Wusang who was kneeling on the ground and gasped in pain. With the sound of the wind in the scabbard, he pulled it towards Wusang's thigh again, "I said, if you run away again, I will break your leg."

Wu Sang knelt on the ground and couldn't dodge for a while, raised his hand to block it, Zhu Li's scabbard first slammed hard on the back of his hand, and then landed on his thigh. The blow on the back of the hand hurt the bones of the hand, and the painful person sweated.

Wu Sang clenched his fists, and suddenly looked up at Zhu Li: "Why can't I escape?"

What is the difference between Zhu Li and those who chased him? Some of those people wrote the "Book of Yang Zhi", and some were for revenge. He is a running prey, and now he has fallen into the hands of hunters who want to take his life. Why, the young master of the Zhu family, a hunter, still reprimanded him righteously for his escape!

Wu Sang's anger and struggle made Zhu Li startled, he put away his long sword: "Then why did you run away?"

Wu Sang looked at Zhu Li, he didn't smile, but his eyes were full of ironic smiles: "Young Xia Zhu chased me all the way, not to kill me, but to accompany me on the journey, to relieve loneliness?"

Zhu Lihe ever thought of taking Wu Sang's life? !He was agitated by Wu Sang's gaze, and he slightly exerted his hand on the hilt of the sword: "The Yang family is not the Qingbai family, you killed the Yang family, either to get back the old things, or, or... for revenge, but never