Chapter 1370 Mother Will Help You Get Revenge

Yang Miao tugged at her red lips.

when she didn't ask.

Shen Qingci untied her clothes. In fact, she didn't need to look at it. She also knew how serious her injury was. He was injured by a sharp weapon, and then he just applied some hemostatic grass hastily. The blood stopped, but it infected the wound.

"I'm going to take off the hemostatic herb and wash your wound with potion. Are you sure you can hold it back?"

Yang Miao lifted the chair on the side and shook it again, "Should I knock you out?"

"No," Shen Qingci turned his face and looked at his bloody wounds. He had suffered the pain of breaking a bowl in the last life, not to mention these flesh and blood injuries.

Pain, patience will pass.

If she can't bear it now, it will hurt more in the future, and she doesn't want to let such pain follow her in the future.

"Let's start," Shen Qingci smiled, as if this body was not hers.

Yang Miao washed her hands in the water basin on the side, and then took the hemostatic herb that covered the wound, and every time she moved, it was a pain that pierced her heart, but Shen Qingci seemed to be ignorant. Yang Miao could feel the tightness of her body muscles, and she really thought she really didn't know the pain.

Finally, Yang Miao removed all the hemostatic herbs. Fortunately, the hemostatic herbs did not stick to the wound for too long, so it was very easy to take. The flesh grows together, then it is really painful like cutting flesh.

"I'm going to help you clean the wound."

Yang Miao picked up a bottle of scalded soju and poured it over Shen Qingci's wound.

When these potions touched the wound, a drop of cold sweat fell from Shen Qingci's forehead, but she still didn't make a sound.

He even poured himself a cup of tea, put it in front of him, and drank it one by one.

When the wound is washed, you can see that there is blood oozing from the wound again.

"Go ahead and sew."

Yang Miao took out the needle and thread. The needle and thread are all specially made. The thread is made of sheep intestines. It will grow by herself, so there is no need to worry too much.

"Eat it."

Yang Miao took out a medicine and put it in front of Shen Qingci.

"what is this?"

Shen Qingci looked at the medicine in his palm

"Drugged."

Yang Miao had already pierced the needle and waited for Shen Qingci to take the medicine.

"No need," Shen Qingci let go of her hand and put the medicine aside. If she was addicted to medicine, her incense beads could be said to be the best in the world, and it was unmatched, but she still didn't think about it. Use a drug.

She has to stay absolutely awake, she has to guard everything here, as well as her daughter, she can't lose her thoughts when she's gone.

Yang Sha put the medicine back into the medicine bottle, and then took out a cotton towel.

"Bite it."

"thanks."

Shen Qingci bit the cotton towel, and also felt the pain that the needle poked into his flesh from time to time. Only he could know the pain, and only he could bear the pain.

The cold sweat on her forehead also fell drop by drop, and the clothes on her body were almost soaked.

It was not until Yang Miao wrapped a clean cotton cloth around her wound that she opened her eyes, but she had already lost half her life, and her hair was on her face.

Shen Qingci poured himself a cup of tea with trembling hands, but his fingers were trembling and he couldn't even pick up a cup.

It hurts a little bit, but once is enough.

It hurts a bit, but once it hurts, I remember it.

"I'll prescribe some medicine for you again, and I'll talk about it after a few days."

Yang Miao put away her things and stood up.

Shen Qingci nodded lightly, and then kept looking at the cup on the table, there seemed to be a looming drop of water on the slightly drooping eyelashes.

Uncle Fang asked Fang Yu to follow Yang Miao, and also brought the medicine back.

When Aunt Fang boiled the medicine, she brought it to Shen Qingci, who happened to be guarding Guo'er on the side of the collapse.

"Girl, the medicine is ready."

Aunt Fang has always called Shen Qingci a girl. Whoever made Shen Qingci's face look too raw and tender, no matter where she is, she is like a fourteen- or fifteen-year-old girl, no matter how old the time is. Even so, she still hasn't changed in the slightest.

Shen Qingci raised his face, with a delicate face, a pair of clear eyes, a slightly raised red lip, and a sigh hidden between his lips.

She picked up the medicine bowl and drank the medicine in one breath. The medicine was bitter but sad.

She put down the bowl, walked back again, and sat in the cave, still holding her daughter's little hand. Fortunately, you are here. .

As for that fake, it won't be too long.

"Mother will help you get revenge then, okay?"

She muttered to herself, also clenching her daughter's little hand.

At this time, she did not know that a carriage was also coming towards the capital. Above the sky outside, a golden eagle hovered above the carriage, and in front of the carriage, there was a little fox the size of a palm running. .

"Master, do you think this fox can really lead the way?"

Changqing remembered that they had been running around in the east, west and northwest this year. They had searched everywhere and followed the fox, but the fox always seemed to lead them into the ditch. The meeting has changed in another direction. In the one year since they came out, they have traveled to too many places. Even Baichu and Baitao are almost gone, all because this fox keeps taking them with them. Turn them around in circles.

So now he really has no hope for this fox's ability to lead the way.

Eight achievements are cheating.

Lao Hengxuan put down the book in his hand, and his skeletonized fingers also held up the teacup in his hand.

"It's not that we can't find it every year, maybe it's... we're just a step too late."

Lao Hengju opened the curtain and looked at the little fox running in front of him. At this time, Nian Nian ran the most joyfully.

Xuehu is good at treasure hunting, and is also good at finding people's breath. If there is anyone else in this world who can find her, it may be it.

At least they are still not looking for a needle in a haystack, they can still have a direction, whether it is right or wrong, they can only believe.

The carriage continued to move forward. Shen Qingci didn't know it, and neither did they. In fact, this road was exactly the road Shen Qingci had traveled.

They did find it, and it may be as Lao Hengjuu said, they always missed it, and sometimes missed it for a while, and when they met again, it was already full of vicissitudes.

Yang Miao untied the cotton cloth on Shen Qingci's shoulders. This was the third time she had come here. It was an accident. Shen Qingci's injury seemed to be recovering too quickly.

"This is the last dressing change."

She took the medicine, and what she can see now is no longer those hideous wounds, but only some red scars left.