[Comprehensive Martial Arts] Ding Nvxia, the wife of the Zuo envoy

After nightfall, the two came to the old place to exercise and heal their injuries.After Yang Er covered his eyes with cloth strips, Ding Minjun unbuttoned his clothes and calmed down to practice inner strength and mental skills with him.

About an hour later, the two retracted their opposing hands at the same time.When she got up, she suddenly found a red and swollen wound on the back of Yang Er who was wearing clothes with his back to her. Looking at the shape, it seemed... two rows of neat teeth marks...

The roots of her ears felt a little hot, and she thought to herself: At that time, was she... biting the ground so hard?

"Huh?" Seemingly aware of her gaze, Yang Er turned his head to look, raised his eyebrows and said, "Why?"

Ding Minjun twisted his fingers lightly, and said with wandering eyes: "Then what, I have a bottle of golden sore medicine that works well..."

Yang Er lightly smiled and said, "Are you going to apply medicine for me?"

Ding Minjun lowered his eyes and remained silent.

Yang Er suddenly turned around and said lightly, "No need."

After finishing speaking, he raised his legs and left, Ding Minjun pursed his thin lips, and finally chased after him, somewhat compromised: "Wait—"

……

In the thatched hut, Yang Er took off his upper body clothes, revealing his well-defined back, narrow and flexible waist, covered with a thin layer of muscle.Standing behind him, Ding Minjun dug out a piece of golden sore ointment with his fingertips under the dim light of the candle, and carefully applied it to his wound.

Just as he was about to retract his fingertips after painting, he grabbed his wrist with his backhand.Her heart trembled, she twisted her wrist to break free, and said with her back to him, "It's very late..."

Yang Er lightly held his empty palm, got up silently, got dressed, and left her room.

……

For the next few days, Ding Minjun practiced left and right fighting during the day and the Jade Heart Sutra at night. His martial arts improved not only by leaps and bounds, but also by a lot.And Yang Er should have something important to do, except that he would come back every night to help her practice, and he often disappeared during the day.

until this day.

Ding Minjun happened to be cleaning the dishes in the kitchen when he suddenly heard Yang Er's shout from outside.

She froze for a moment, then quickly dried her hands and walked out.She was a little strange, Yang Er never came back before the sun set, and it was only noon now, did something happen?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but quicken his pace.

Soon she saw from a distance that Yang Er seemed to be holding a drenched child in his arms, and the water was still dripping down, soaking the white clothes on his body.She chased after him and asked anxiously, "What's going on here?"

The child was about five or six years old, his eyes were closed tightly, his face was pale, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

After Yang Er entered the room, he put him on the stone bed, took off his clothes, and said, "I don't know, he floated down the cold pool." After a pause, he turned to look at her, and spoke faster: " You go to the kitchen and boil a few pots of hot water, the sooner the better."

Ding Minjun knew the severity, and this child didn't know how long he had been floating in the cold pool. The water in the pool was freezing cold all the year round. Even if she had internal strength to protect her body, she would not dare to soak in it for a long time, let alone such a frail child.She touched it just now, and the child's body was so cold that he seemed to be dead, so the most important thing now is to let him recover his body temperature as soon as possible.So she immediately complied without saying a word, and plunged into the kitchen to make a fire and boil water. In order to make the firewood ignite as soon as possible, she even used her internal energy to ignite the fire.

After Yang Er removed the child's drenched clothes, he pressed his palm against his heart to breathe for him. When Ding Minjun came in with hot water, the child's face was already a little bloody, and he no longer looked like just now. It was so pale.She soaked the handkerchief in hot water, waited for Yang Er to withdraw his hand, and quickly wrung it out and handed it over.

Yang Er stretched out his hand to take it and wiped the child's body with his own hands. At the same time, he and Ding Minjun rubbed his palms and soles vigorously to help him recover his body temperature.As soon as the handkerchief became cold, Ding Minjun handed it over to another soaked wringer. After changing three pots of hot water in succession, the two finally pulled the child back from hell by one leg.

"He's probably going to have a high fever later at night, and if he survives, he'll be considered truly saved."

After Ding Minjun packed his things, Yang Er said this to her.She frowned, and quickly made a decision: "In that case, then I won't sleep tonight, and will guard him all night."

Yang Er looked at her and smiled, and said, "There's no need to do that, I'm here."

Ding Minjun opened his mouth and was about to say something, but he heard the child lying on the stone bed behind him suddenly scream in sleep: "Father! Mother!"

Her heart skipped a beat, she subconsciously turned around and sat down on the edge of the bed, patted his stomach gently with her hand and comforted him softly: "It's okay, it's okay..."

"Don't leave Yue'er, don't leave Yue'er, father! Mother—"

The child's voice was thin and sharp, and at this moment he was shouting hoarsely, as if even his immature throat was about to ooze blood.

Ding Minjun was a little at a loss, no matter how she tried to comfort him, the child was immersed in a nightmare that he couldn't break free from, and even his thin hands and feet twitched.She wanted to restrain his limbs, but she didn't dare to use any force because she was afraid of hurting him, so she looked at Yang Er for help.

"Hold him first." Yang Er said as he leaned over to test the temperature of the child's forehead with the back of his hand.

Ding Minjun leaned against the wall at the head of the bed, lifted him up slightly and hugged him into his arms, gently pressed his unconsciously struggling body with one hand, and patted his abdomen rhythmically with the other hand with gentle strength. , asked worriedly: "He is very hot, is he having a fever?"

Yang Er nodded, frowning slightly: "The temperature is a bit high, and it's already convulsing. It will be very dangerous if it goes on like this."

High fever convulsions can easily lead to the premature death of children who have not yet grown up.

Ding Minjun was startled, and said anxiously: "Then what should we do?"

"You help him up first." Yang Er lifted the hem of his clothes and stepped onto the stone bed, sat cross-legged across from him, poured his internal energy into his fingertips, and tapped on several large acupoints on the limp child's body to continue his life.After about a quarter of an hour of exercising, he waited until the child's celestial cap overflowed with hot air and his limbs stopped twitching, then he withdrew his internal strength and let out a long breath.

Ding Minjun helped the child lie down again, pillowed it on his lap, touched his sweaty forehead with his hand, then raised his eyes to look at Yang Er opposite, and asked hesitantly: "Is there any problem?"

Yang Er stepped off the stone bed, fetched a basin of cold water again, wrung out the dry handkerchief and put it on the child's forehead, and gave her a reassurance: "There should be no major problems. I will go to the medical center in the city after dawn tomorrow." Grab some medicines for him to take, and then he can rest for a while, and he will be alive and kicking again."

Ding Minjun, who had been tense all night, finally relaxed a little. He closed his eyes and looked relaxed, and murmured: "That's good, that's good..."

She lightly adjusted the clothes on the sleeping child, and accidentally slipped out a piece of jade pendant the size of a child's palm from his neckline. The material should be suet white jade, with patterns like swords engraved on one side , and the words "Peace and Joy", and the other side is engraved with the word "Shen".

It turned out that this child was called Shen Yue.

Ding Minjun put the jade pendant back into his collar and tucked it in, bowed his head and said softly: "You must get well soon, don't disappoint your parents' expectations, be safe and happy just like the engraving on this jade pendant, Grow up healthy and worry-free." After that, she sighed softly, "I don't know who is so cruel, even such a small child will not be spared."

Yang Er had already returned to the table and sat down, picked out the candle wick with a bamboo stick, and said with a soft snort, "The left is just seeking revenge in the rivers and lakes, or killing people to seize treasures. Let such a child escape, this person is nothing more than that."

Ding Minjun frowned, but felt that these words were too cold for her to accept.No matter how much there is endless hatred between adults, children are always innocent.However, even if she couldn't accept it, she didn't say anything to refute it. After all, everyone's behavior is different, and no one can ask others to follow their own principles, because perhaps the bottom line that some people stick to, the so-called righteousness, is in exchange for Personally, it's worthless at all.

But even though she didn't speak, she can always use silence to express her position.

Yang Er saw through her thoughts at a glance, lightly curled the corners of his lips in a half-smile, and scoffed, "Naive."

Ding Minjun ignored him, touched the handkerchief covering Shen Yue's forehead, and found that it was already warmed by his body temperature, so he picked it up and handed it to Yang Er, pouted at him and ordered unceremoniously: " Here, change one."

Yang Er folded his hands and stared at the piece of handkerchief in her hand for a long while, then raised his head to look at her again, finally he was defeated by her eyes, he took it helplessly and threw it into the copper basin, picked up another piece Wring it half dry and hand it over.

Ding Minjun pursed his lips to suppress the smile at the corners of his mouth, folded the handkerchief and covered the child's forehead, but the drooping long eyelashes trembled slightly, like a butterfly about to flap its wings under the flickering candle shadow, easily exposing her true nature Feeling.

Yang Er quietly watched her side face that looked a little hazy in the dim light, and the light in his eyes was like water for a moment, with a warmth that he hadn't even noticed.