The Golden Hairpin

She knew that he would be able to take her to escape safely.

The arrows behind them were out of reach, and they had fled the range. The shouting and killing gradually faded away, and the darkness enveloped the entire mountain forest.

Such a powerful horse as Die Evil was finally unable to support it and slowed down.

The bright moon came out of the mountains and forests, and the surrounding area was silvery white with Qinghui. The whole world is deserted and silent, as if sleeping.

The life and death fight just now seemed like a dream.

Huang Zixia only felt that Li Shubai was holding her arms and gradually loosened, but the force leaning on her became heavier.

She was tense in her heart, but she could only hold her breath and let them walk slowly for a while to wash away the evil, and then gently called him: "Lord..."

He didn't answer, just leaned his head on her shoulder. She heard his heavy breathing, and the heavy gasp sprayed on her neck, obviously something was wrong.

She raised her hand to hug his waist and looked up at him.

Her hands were wet and sticky, especially warm, and she knew what it was.

And Li Shubai closed his eyes and said in a erratic voice: "Huang Zi Xian, you have to leave the rest of the way to you."

She supported his fallen body and looked at the dark mountains in front of her. She didn't know where she was or where she should go. There is no way to go before, and there are chasing soldiers behind, and now his only reliance has fallen.

She gritted her teeth and replied in a low voice: "Yes."

In front is a mountain stream, surrounded by dense forests. There is water, a place that is hidden, and can escape quickly.

She jumped off the horse first and patted the evil head. Die evil has always had a violent temperament, but at this time he understood human nature and knelt down.

She dragged Li Shubai from the horse, who was in a coma, and saw the arrow pierced on his shoulder blade. She didn't dare to pull it. First, she turned over the grass by the water and found a few snakeheads and madder, before cutting with a dagger. He opened his clothes and revealed the arrow.

The moonlight was cold, shining on them. The moonlight reflected Li Shubai's skin pale, and the red blood stains on the skin were even more shocking.

She bit her lower lip silently, and her hand holding his collar trembled slightly. This was the first time her hand was pressed on a man's naked shoulder. She felt a slight heat steaming on her face. She thought, if the moonlight was brighter, if someone saw her face at this time, she would definitely be able to see her flushed cheeks.

However, she hesitated, and there was a sudden panic in her heart. The person who threw the bag of candy to her during the day is now seriously injured and unconscious. She suddenly became frightened, afraid that the gentle expression he looked back at her today would disappear in front of her and never appear again.

She took a deep breath and looked down at his arrow wound. Seeing that the wound did not turn black and the arrow had no barbs, he breathed a sigh of relief.

She tore off her coat, washed the herbs, and chewed it up in her mouth. She cut the meat near the wound with a dagger, grabbed the arrow and quickly pulled it out, and applied the herbs.

The wound was not small, and the blood was flowing like a shot. She didn't know if the herbs would be washed away by the blood, but she could only wrap his wound tightly with cloth first.

When everything is right, the moon is in transit. She took a long breath and realized that she was already sweating. She wiped her sweat and looked at Li Shubai who was lying prone on the grass. He was so badly injured that his lips were bloodless under the moonlight, and they were terribly pale.

She stayed for a while, and discovered for the first time that the Kui Wang Li Shubai, who she always thought would stand firmly behind her and do everything in the world, would have such a weak moment.

She stared at him in silence for a long time, then pulled up his clothes, barely helping him to cover the messy bandage.

She stood up, washed her hands by the mountain stream, and saw a few pieces of black on her palm facing the moonlight. She almost jumped in fright, thinking, there should be no poison on the arrow, right?

But then it occurred to him that it should have been the black snakehead intestine juice that had just been collected, and it had only stained his hands.

But after all, she still couldn't rest assured, first went to Li Shubai's side, knelt down and looked at him.

He has a back injury, lying prone in the grass, his nose is gentle. Huang Zixian pressed against his face and carefully checked his skin tone, only to find that there was indeed a faint blackness under his skin.

Her heart sank, and she wondered if she could not see clearly under the moonlight, but she could check his hands carefully. The right hand was okay, and the left hand was also a dark gray. She rolled up his sleeve and saw a black halo on his elbow with a small black hole in the middle.

Poisonous needle, when was it? It could not be when she was on the run, it could only be... She immediately remembered the scene when Li Shubai took Princess Qi Le and jumped from the carriage. At that time, Princess Qi Le had needles stuck in her chest and neck - it must have been shot out of the machine that she brought something.

Is Princess Qi Le dead or alive?

Huang Zixian leaned against the tree, recalling the scene where Li Shubai got on his horse and left Princess Qile down. If she was still alive, Li Shubai would leave so decisively, wouldn't he consider taking her?

However, she still had a little illusion in her heart, thinking that it might be that Li Shubai knew that the other party must be related to Princess Qi Le, so he wouldn't attack her, so he left her and left. Perhaps at that time, Princess Qi Le was still alive-perhaps this poison was not that dangerous.

But she was not sure. Li Shubai, who broke out on the road and firmly protected her, had already been poisoned and was always on the verge of endangerment. She didn't know the extent of the poison he had sustained during such a long-distance attack.

Without further ado, Huang Zixia hugged his elbow in his arms and squeezed the wound forcefully, hoping to squeeze the poisonous blood out of it. However, no matter how she squeezed, there was no blood oozing out.

Huang Zixia could only use the dagger he gave himself to draw a cross on his elbow, and then leaned over and sucked **** his wound.

The blood was sucked out by her and spit out in the grass. But under the moonlight, the color never looked bright enough. She only felt that Li Shubai's body didn't seem to be that warm anymore, she didn't dare to inhale any more, she could only lie down beside him without strength, staring blankly at the bright moon in the sky.

The last quarter moon, a clear sky.

The long wind blew across the woods above his head, and the sounds from far and near reverberated in a trance, but they seemed even more deserted.

Huang Zixia was actually frightened, she involuntarily leaned her head close to Li Shubai, buried her face on Li Shubai's shoulder in the whistling wind, and listened carefully to Li Shubai's breathing.

It was as thin as a hairspring, unstable, stagnant and slow, but after all, it continued.

She breathed a sigh of relief, turned her head away, and stared blankly in the moonlight for a while, then quickly got up, dragged her extremely tired body, and carefully searched for it by the river.

But there was only so much grass around the river, no matter how you looked for it, it was just a few lobelias and two gentian plants. She was rushed to the doctor, she could only smash it and squeeze out the juice and drip it into Li Shubai’s mouth. She didn’t know if he swallowed it, so she could only cover his mouth, waited for a long time, and then applied the remaining medicine to Li Shubai’s mouth. His elbow wound.

She didn't know what else she could do, so she could only sit beside him, hug her knees, and watch him all the time.

He fell asleep in the moonlight, cold light streaming on his face, making his face like a jade carving, as if it were a beautiful curve carved by a skilled craftsman, and like jade without any anger and lack of blood.

Suddenly she felt a supreme fear surge in her heart. She leaned into his arms with a trembling hand. When she tried to touch his heart beating, her fingers touched a thin sheet of paper.

She was taken aback for a moment, took out the piece of paper, and unfolded it under the brilliance of the cold moon.

On it, the weird dragon and snake seal had Li Shubai's birthday and eight characters written on it, and on his birthday, there were six characters-widow, disabled, lonely, and sick.

At this moment, the cold moonlight illuminates the six characters, and even the blood-colored circle that encircles the “waste” character.

Waste, decadence and withered, lack of vitality, since then, there is no power to recover!

She slammed the charm back into his clothes in a daze, only feeling a bang in her head, a thousand sharp blades pierced in her heart, causing her to tremble involuntarily, cold sweat from her back.

The world is so terrible, I didn't expect that the spell omens they were still talking about this afternoon would come true tonight!

Is it really destined to escape?

Because of the fear of the unknown, she only felt that the dark mountain forest became more and more terrifying and gloomy. But in this deep forest, before the unknown future, the people she could rely on had already lost power.

He said, Huang Zixia, the next road must be handed to you...

Yes, she agreed to him at the time, saying, don't worry.

In her heart, she answered this sentence again. She stood by his side, taking his breath from time to time. She must make sure that his breath is on her fingertips, and that his skin is warm, so that she can breathe a sigh of relief temporarily.

She didn't know how long she had been sitting until she had a sore waist and back pain. She lay down slowly again, curled up beside him, holding his wrist, feeling the faint beating of his pulse, so that she could close her eyes.

It was early in the morning, she was extremely sleepy, but she couldn't fall asleep, and she woke up every once in a while. The night breeze was cold, and she felt that his skin seemed to be a little cold, occasionally shocked. She knew that he had lost too much blood, and he must be cold all over, but she didn't dare to start a fire for fear that the fire would attract the enemy.

Zuo Siyou had no choice but to approach him a little bit, carefully hugged his waist, and pressed his face to his chest, hoping that his body temperature would help him warm up a little bit.

Such an intimate posture, in such a wilderness, if someone finds out, it will probably become a taint that he will not be able to clean up in his life. She thought so, but still hugged him motionless, never letting go.