Chapter 160 The King of Hell thinks I'm too noisy
Chapter 160 The King of Hell thinks I'm too noisy
Nangong Ji was surprised by Yang Jianwu's quick reaction. Looking at the bloody hole in his right arm, from which blood was gushing, his eyes were filled with disbelief! What kind of weapon had such power? His bones were about to be shattered... Now was not the time to investigate further. He grabbed Nangong Yan from the ground with his other hand and ran!
Yang Jianwu wanted to fire a second shot, but as he raised his hand, a sharp pain shot through his internal organs. He ultimately didn't fire and lowered his arm. A salty, rusty smell welled up in his chest—damn it, the legendary "sweet and fishy smell"! He must be bleeding somewhere!
Puyang Xuan and Mo Ye ran to Yang Jianwu's side and gently helped her up, without pursuing the Nangong brothers any further.
"Sword Dance, how are you?"
"Little Wu'er, where are you hurt?"
Blood trickled from the corner of Yang Jianwu's mouth. The pain all over her body caused her to involuntarily curl up. This was the first time in so many years she had suffered internal injuries; it was truly a unique experience. Her hands trembled as she tried to reach for the medicine, but when she touched her waist, her fingers were too weak to move.
Mo Ye remembered the belt Yang Jianwu had given him when she accepted Hong Dian, and realized that she wanted to get the medicine. He immediately untied the belt around her waist.
Puyang Xuan thought Mo Ye was going to examine Yang Jianwu's body, and felt uneasy about it, so he raised his hand to stop him, "Your Highness Prince Ning, isn't this inappropriate?!"
Mo Ye pushed Pu Yangxuan's hand away, glared at him speechlessly, and said, "Stop having such impure thoughts! I'm going to find the medicine!"
"Oh, I'm sorry, but your actions just now could easily be misunderstood..." Pu Yangxuan awkwardly withdrew his hand.
Mo Ye opened his belt, revealing a row of small bottles neatly arranged inside. "Little Wu'er, which one is for treating internal injuries?"
"A green...bottle..."
Yang Jianwu was finding it difficult to even speak at this moment; the feeling of being on the verge of death was truly unbearable...
Mo Ye took out a pill and put it in Yang Jianwu's mouth. Yang Jianwu felt a little better after taking the medicine.
"Take me...to...Huashuiyuefang..." Yang Jianwu was confident in her medicine; after taking it, her life would definitely be saved.
She desperately needed rest, and Huashuiyuefang was the safest place at the moment, where General Yang wouldn't find out she was injured. After making the arrangements, she stopped trying and fainted.
Mo Ye fastened Yang Jianwu's belt. "Carry her back. I'll have someone come in and search her!"
"it is good!"
Without much thought, Puyang Xuan picked up Yang Jianwu and left the house. Mo Ye watched their departing figures, knowing he had no more chances. He took out a signal flare and fired it, waiting for his subordinates to arrive. His gaze then fell on the pistol that had landed in the same spot...
As dusk settled, Yang Jianwu groggily awoke to a crimson curtain at the window. Checking her body, she realized she was much better. Internal injuries couldn't be rushed; they required slow and careful healing. Fortunately, she had concocted many high-quality internal injury medicines for emergencies; otherwise, she would have been in serious trouble today.
Puyang Xuan had been watching over her the whole time, and when he saw Yang Jianwu wake up, he almost burst into tears of joy. "Jianwu, how are you feeling now?"
Li Ge took out a handkerchief and placed it on Yang Jianwu's wrist to check her pulse. It had stabilized. Miss's medicine is really good!
Liang Yan truly burst into tears. When Pu Yangxuan carried Yang Jianwu into Huashuiyuefang, her chest was covered in bloodstains, and she couldn't wake up no matter how much he called her. At that moment, Liang Yan felt as if the sky was about to collapse.
Wiping his eyes, he dared to lean closer to check on Yang Jianwu's condition. "Miss, you really scared me to death! I almost thought I'd never see you again..."
"The King of Hell thought I was too noisy, so he sent me back. We'll have plenty of time to meet again in the future..."
Yang Jianwu smiled faintly, her skin almost transparent, her lips bloodless, and her words, spoken weakly, were extremely gentle, giving her an unusual, sickly beauty.
Puyang Xuan tucked the blanket around Yang Jianwu. "Jianwu, are you hungry? Would you like something to eat?"
Yang Jianwu ignored Puyang Xuan, keeping her eyes lowered. "Liangyan, help me up and pour me a glass of water."
"Yes……"
Liangyan sensed that the atmosphere between the two was not right, and there seemed to be some rift between them. As her mistress's maid, she naturally had to respect her mistress. She helped Yang Jianwu up, put a soft pillow under her back, and then went to pour water.
Li Ge stood awkwardly to the side, unsure whether to leave or stay...
Puyang Xuan realized that Yang Jianwu had been ignoring him, and his mind was full of questions. He wondered where he had offended her. Liangyan brought water to the bedside, and Puyang Xuan wanted to take it to feed her, but Liangyan cleverly avoided Puyang Xuan's hand. "Young Master Puyang, please move aside. This servant wants to feed Miss water."
"I come!"
Puyang Xuan snatched the teacup and brought it to Yang Jianwu's lips. Yang Jianwu quietly watched the tea leaves occasionally floating in the cup, feeling somewhat sad and melancholy. She unconsciously recited: "After eating, I take a nap, then drink two bowls of tea when I wake up; I look up at the sun's shadow, which has already slanted to the southwest; the happy person laments the day's brevity, while the worried person wearies the year's length; those who have neither joy nor sorrow let life be as it may be."
"Sword Dance..."
"Young Master Puyang, thank you for bringing me back. You should go and rest too. There are maids here to serve you."
Before Puyang Xuan could react, Liang Yan snatched the teacup back from his hand and pushed him aside.
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