The shadow guard laughs at me with a broken sleeve

"Is there no way?"

"At most two quarters of an hour, now we can only try." Ding Sheng said.

There was no ready hot water, so they could soak the medicine dregs in cold water and pour them into Xue Lang, but Xue Lang clenched his teeth, no matter how hard Ying Qi tried, he couldn't open it.

Ding Xiaoya was so anxious that she wanted to cry: "No, what should I do?"

"Give it to him with your mouth."

The men present were speechless. The shadow guards knew about the relationship between their master and the head of the shadow guard, so they didn't dare to act presumptuously, but human lives are at stake, and someone has to stand up.

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57. Finale (Fog)

At this time, there was a burst of eager footsteps outside, and the next moment, the door made of bamboo was kicked open forcefully, and it was overwhelmed and tilted to the side. Ding Sheng thought that the people from the town were chasing him, and his heart sank. .

A figure rushed in like the wind, and when he looked closely, it was Yan Li in white clothes and a silver face. He was dripping with water, there was a palm-sized mud print on his trousers, and mud was splashed on his shoes. His long hair was loose and a red ribbon was wrapped around his wrist.

Seeing Xue Lang half-stepped into the ground with his own eyes, it was impossible for him to remain as calm as he imagined. He stood by the bed for a while, heartache and self-blame followed.If he knew this earlier, he shouldn't be willful and reckless this time!

He chased out of Laifeng Town last night. He thought he would catch King Chu soon, but he never thought that the man had the help of a master, so he couldn't catch up and circled around the same place several times. So today at noon Wang Lin It seemed a little surprised to catch up with him. After all, in his cognition, this time he could not complete the task no matter what.

Wang Lin received the order to let him go back quickly, but he refused, and must chase the antidote back, but later Wang Lin dissuaded him with Xue Lang's poison, so he immediately put down everything and hurried back. Ying Liu brought the news that Xue Lang's life was in danger, he couldn't help but not believe it, and hurried back.

However, it was too late, Xue Lang was already unconscious, Wang Lin was taken aback, he didn't expect that an excuse he made up would be fulfilled so quickly, when he was in a state of confusion, there was another disturbance in the city of King Chu , Chen Tong sent a letter from Feige asking him to return quickly.

He asked Yan Li for instructions, but the latter ignored him completely, so he had to tell his brothers to take care of his master, and he rushed back to Chen Tong immediately, fearing that the broken basket would ruin his master's career.

"Master, master." Yan Li shook Xue Lang's shoulder lightly, as if he didn't want to wake him up.

Ying Qi made room for him, and he squatted down slowly, leaning on Xue Lang's chest, listening to his weak heartbeat that seemed to disappear at any moment.

"Xue Lang, don't scare me. I'm back. Didn't you say you're going to break my leg? Get up...I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I shouldn't be leaving, can you wake up? I won't disobey you...Master...wake up, please..."

Xue Lang was like a puppet, delicate but destined to never come alive, Yan Li slowly took off the silver mask and pressed it close to his face. "Look at me, it's your Yanyan."

Ding Sheng sighed, got up and left, the man was a god and couldn't be saved.

They all left the bed in a tacit agreement, leaving the last bit of time for the two of them.

Sitting at the table, Ding Sheng noticed that the faint scent he smelled when he entered the door became stronger, and it made people flustered. He asked, "Where is the scent coming from?"

Ding Xiaoya wiped away tears, choked up and said, "Yes, it's the pollen of the euphorbia flower."

"Isn't the euphorbia flower in the back, why is it so thick in the room?"

"Yes—oh, Brother Amu," Ding Xiaoya felt that he couldn't explain clearly with his mouth open, so he turned to Amu and said, "Show me that can of pollen for my grandfather."

"Oh." Amu behaved himself this time, quickly took the yellow bamboo tube out of the cabinet, and handed it to the old man.

Ding Sheng took it in doubt, opened it, his pupils shrank, immediately covered it back, and asked Amu seriously: "What do you want to do with it?"

Amu quickly waved his hands and shook his head: "It's not me, it's not me, it's the mayor's grandpa...he secretly hid it while I was not at home."

"Mayor, why is he hiding this?"

"I do not know."

Collecting euphorbia pollen for more than ten years, this ghost thing is not good at all. At first he thought the mayor was just meddling a little, but now he wants to redefine his intentions.

"Grandfather, what to do with the pollen? The mayor said he would give it to Mr. Xue."

"I don't know what he wants to do..." Ding Sheng pondered for a while, then asked, "Amu, did the mayor say anything else?"

The questions asked by the grandfather and grandson were exactly the same, and Amu still answered no, but he suddenly remembered something: "This morning the mayor's grandfather stopped Mr. Xue, saying that he has the antidote."

Ying Liu came to his senses all of a sudden: "Why didn't you say it earlier? I'll go and catch him right now."

"What if he is lying..."

Ding Sheng said: "It's too late, even if he has it, he won't give it. I have an idea."

"Say it quickly."

"Mix that packet of medicine with the pollen."

"what?"

"Predecessors didn't consider pollen in the process of trying the antidote. The mayor said that he has the antidote and collected so much pollen. Maybe the antidote lacks this pollen."

Ding Xiaoya agreed: "It makes sense!"

It sounds simple, but there are countless ways to use it, such as which method to use, how to heat it, how much to measure, etc., no one knows.

Ding Sheng still said the same thing, but he wanted to try his best.

They went back to the bed and asked Yan Li for advice.

Yan Li covered Xue Lang's face with the silver mask, and gently stroked it. After listening to their words for a long time, everyone waited for him to speak with bated breath.

"Yes." He looked at Xue Lang and said, "If he dies, I will not let anyone here go."

From the beginning to the end, his eyes did not leave Xue Lang, hoping that he would give him even a little reaction.

Now at this time, no one paid any attention to his "blasphemy". With his consent, they split up and acted.

Ding Sheng dumped the medicine dregs into the pot and put a very small amount of pollen into it after careful consideration. The fire burned for half an hour, and as soon as the lid was removed, the refreshing fragrance filled the whole room. He repeated this three times. A bowl of concoction was poured out of it, which was so black that it was almost solidified.

The fragrance is released with the wind. Although the young Yunhu bird is accompanied by the euphorbia all the year round, the concentrated smell is too strong. It wakes up from the dream, pacing on the spot irritably, singing high-pitched, trying to break free from the rope After running away, a large piece of skin on his leg was worn off.

Amu went to comfort it, and Yunhu's other leg, which had been hidden in the feather since birth, popped out and hit him directly in the abdomen. come out.

Most of the birds in the mountain forest flew away. At dusk, the dim sunlight hit everything. Amu held his chest and didn't mean to blame it. He still squinted his eyes and smiled reluctantly, saying: "Don't be afraid, Xiaohong .”

"Here! Found it!"

"Follow up, follow up, and see where they can go."

"It smells so good, what is it?"

A rustling sound came from not far away, and Amu endured the pain and stood up, hiding behind the haystack to observe.

A group of men dressed in coarse cloth and short clothes walked up the mountain back and forth. They were all familiar faces in the town, but they couldn't see where the mayor was. He looked around in the darkness, not knowing what they were doing here.

"Go, open the door." Ma Laoer, the pork seller, commanded the people behind him.Because Mr. Zhao's legs and feet were inconvenient, he couldn't come this time, so he entrusted himself as the leader and led the crowd.

Some people disapproved of him, but they didn't bother with him in the face of major issues, and walked forward with big strides and slammed on the door.

"Open the door! Open the door!"

A masked man in black suddenly pushed open the door and came out. His first move was to turn around and carefully lock the broken door.

The man who smashed the door earlier fell to the ground, touched his waist and screamed in pain, they looked at it with the torch, this man in black is not the one who took Ding Sheng away just now, who is it?

Ying Siheng stood in front of the door, his face as dark as the night, he drew out the two knives behind his back, and said in a deep voice, "He who is not afraid of death, come here."

This place is full of reckless men, who came here to drive away those foreigners, and they didn't have time to take anything, at most it was a yellow wattle off the roadside, to kill boredom, and no one dared to move for a while.

After Ding Sheng mixed the remaining medicinal materials and euphorbia pollen, the condensed medicinal juice was fragrant and tangy. Except for Yan Li and the unconscious Xue Lang, the rest of them covered their noses, their faces showed embarrassment, Especially Ding Xiaoya, muttering: "Why does this medicine smell so good?"

Holding the medicine bowl in his hand, he was hesitant. He wasn't even [-]/[-] sure that this bowl of medicine could save Xue Lang's life.

Yan Li stretched out his hand: "Give it to me."

He shook his head, stared at the soup, and handed it to the pale young man.

Yan Li put the concoction into the mouth without hesitation, took off the mask, then forcefully pried open Xue Lang's clenched teeth, and gave it to him expressionlessly.

A bowl of medicine soon bottomed out, but the strong fragrance lingered, spread through every pore of the patient at an extremely fast speed, and then seeped out. If it wasn't for the rainy season, the house might be surrounded by butterflies at this moment.

The remaining medicinal juice flowed from the corner of Xue Lang's mouth, Yan Li gently wiped it away with his sleeve, and hid his other hand under the quilt, interlocking his fingers, almost strangling his hand bones, so that he could maintain his appearance sedation.

The improvised medicine seemed to really work. Not long after, Xue Lang's weak breathing suddenly became short of breath, and he kept breathing.