The scheming beauty in Quick Travel is flirtatious and wild

Chapter 48 The Frontier (Extra)
The sky was filled with darkness, and the scholar in sackcloth was carrying the scholar in white robe on his back, walking forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

The strong wind carried snow particles, and it was painful and itchy when it hit the face.

Their feet stumbled, and the two of them fell heavily into the snow.

The book boy's eyes turned red:

"Master, please don't sleep..."

The scholar in white robe moved his mouth slightly, but did not make any sound.

They had been on the run for two days and two nights without getting a drop of water.

Today, in order to cover up the traces, I even abandoned the carriage and stumbled on foot in the snow for more than two hours. Now I have no strength left. I am afraid that I will die in a foreign land this time, and no one will be able to save my bones.

The book boy collapsed on his knees in despair and choked with sobs:

"The villain is deeply favored by the young master, and the young master and other villains. On the road to Huangquan, there are also people who hold umbrellas for the young master to practice ink."

Just as he was thinking about when he would die, a clear female voice sounded above his head.

"The man is still alive, carry him in."

He saw a woman in blue crouching half-crouched in front of him, turning her head to look at the unconscious man on the snow.

With a pair of clear and bright eyes, and slender jade fingers, she explored the young master's neck, frowned and urged:

"Hurry up, if you delay for a moment, there will be no cure."

The book boy was stunned and hurriedly kowtowed on the snow, then resisted the young master and followed her into the house.

As soon as he stepped over the threshold, the heat that hit his face made him tremble.

The scent of sweet-scented osmanthus and wine floats in the air.

He carefully placed the man on the ground and then noticed the thick touch under his feet.

The camel-colored blanket stretched from the hall to behind the screen. It was clean and tidy, but the place he had just stepped on was already a mess.

The book boy was shocked. Just as he was about to kneel down to apologize, he heard the sound of thumping footsteps.

Su Luo carried a wooden box downstairs, her face flushed with exhaustion. She took a breath and knelt down in front of the man.

After opening the box, the woman's fingers slid through the rows of colorful flowers and landed on a blue and white bottle with a big belly and a narrow mouth.

After removing the cork, the strong smell of ginseng juice instantly overflowed.

She slightly raised the man's chin, preparing to pour the liquid in the bottle, but unexpectedly, the man's jaw was clenched.

She frowned, but still took a big mouthful. She leaned down and took the medicine with her lips close to her lips. The soft touch brought a trace of electricity.

Seeing the man's Adam's apple slipping, she took another mouthful.

This was repeated until the last time, when she was about to lean over, she saw the man's eyelashes trembling, and a pair of black pupils looking straight at him, as bright as the stars.

Woke up?

She couldn't help but take the medicine in her mouth. After thinking about it, she swallowed it by herself. She frowned in pain.

Seeing that he only looked at her for a second and then closed his eyes again, she asked tentatively:

"Then I continue?"

The other party didn't respond.

So, she tore off the man's belt and stripped him to the ground in a few breaths. She moved her bare hands and tapped several of the man's vital points to stop the bleeding.

Su Luo glanced at the stupid little book boy and asked calmly:
"What's your name?"

The bookboy swallowed his saliva and began to stutter out the beans:
"Little man Xie Zhu, my young master's surname is Xie Mingxun, and his style name is Runzhi. He comes from a famous family. He is the only son in the family. His parents are deceased. He is in his twenties this year and has not yet married."

Su Luo was stunned:
"There is no need to be so detailed."

When I glanced out of the corner of my eye, I saw that the man's ears were red with his eyes closed, and he couldn't help but feel funny.

Then, she took out a bag of Ma Fei Powder from the medicine box and pointed in the direction of the backyard:

"There is hot water on the stove. You can use half a bowl of water to boil this."

After thinking for a while, he added: "Add another spoonful of sugar."

After Xie Zhu left, she looked at the mottled body under her palms and was a little confused as to what to do.

The man's shoulder was pierced by a lute hook, and half of the hook was still stuck in the flesh, yellowing and festering.

The fresh wounds on the chest and abdomen were rolled up, superimposed on the old wounds, which looked hideous. The inner thighs were covered with burns and pits, obviously caused by repeated torture.
The most serious thing was the right leg, which was bent at a strange angle below the knee. You could tell without looking that all the bones were broken.

The strange thing is that there is not a single scratch on his body, except for his handsome face which is not damaged at all.

She reached out and stroked the broken hair on the man's forehead, brushing away the ice and snow, revealing the face of Quanxian Moon God.

Because of his coma, his clear and distant eyebrows softened.

Su Luo half-supported him and let him lean on her shoulders, waiting for the bookboy to come back from fetching water.

The air became quiet, and the crackling sound of the charcoal basin was particularly clear.

The two of them were silent. Su Luo's eyes were a little wandering. She unconsciously touched his shoulder with her fingers, and the man froze instantly.

She seemed to have picked him up a little too early. Now that he was in her arms, his irregular heartbeat was particularly clear.

But wouldn't it be weirder to put him down now and pick him up again later?
Just when she was embarrassed and wanted to dig the soles of her shoes with her toes, Xie Zhu finally came back.

She took the medicine bowl and brought it to his lips. He closed his eyes and swallowed reluctantly.

The medicinal soup is bitter and a little sweet, and the delicate fragrance of a woman floats on the tip of your nose.

After he finished drinking, the silver needles passed by Su Luo's right hand seemed to have eyes, and they penetrated into the acupuncture points. She controlled the force with her left hand and massaged the vital points of his heart and lungs.

Her eyes were focused, and beads of sweat gradually formed on her fair forehead, but she had no time to care.

With a stick of incense, she pulled out the silver needle by the roots, bent her knees and turned the man over.

The small hand touched his shoulder and exerted force.

The half of the pipa hook stuck in the flesh was pulled out instantly. The man groaned and passed out completely.

Seeing that he was unconscious, Su Luo simply picked up a knife and roasted it on the candlestick, then scraped the ulcerated part of the wound.

Feeling the twitching of the person beneath her, she couldn't help but comfort her:
"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, you'll be fine soon."

She sprinkled a thin layer of anti-inflammatory and astringent powder, picked up the needle and thread soaked in strong liquor, and sutured the wound one by one.

After everything was done, she felt her neck was stiff, and she shook her head:

"I have already treated most of the wounds on his body. I will treat the leg injuries after he wakes up."

Xie Zhu knelt down and kowtowed several times, which startled Su Luo.

I was really caught off guard by being kneeled down.

"There are two vacant rooms on the left side of the building. Please take your young master up there and take a rest."

"No, no, my benefactor, I will sleep with the young master!"

Xie Zhu waved his hands quickly.

The benefactor was kind enough to take them in. He was a servant, and it would be unreasonable to occupy an extra room. Besides, it would be convenient for him to lay the floor to serve the young master at night.

Sleep together?
A handsome young master and a loyal book boy?
Okay, after all, it's someone's private matter, and it's not easy for her to pry too much into it.

Seeing them going upstairs, Su Luo opened the door.

It's past midnight and the streets are deserted.

She used a broom to sweep away the different footprints outside the door one by one, and then carefully checked that there was no blood on the ground before closing the door and locking it.

After a brief wash, she lay down in the tent, stared at the ceiling and curled her lips.

Her strategy target is so handsome, it's not worth waiting for her for so long.

The next second, the woman fell asleep without any burden and had a dreamless night.

　This chapter is a small interlude, and the next chapter will continue the modern chapter.

　　Mainly I want to ask you guys, do you like this ancient style?The guide is beautiful, strong and miserable, leave a message and tell me, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!
　　
　
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