This jade token is mostly a token of the Tang Sect. The girl carried it on her back, which was enough to prove her identity. The fire ships on Zhanggongtan, Jialing River attacked the official ship yesterday, which was mostly related to the girl. But I don’t understand. No one jumped out yesterday to fight with the officers and soldiers, and there was no fight. The people from the Criminal Prison Department took the prisoner to Shizhao County overnight. Where did the girl get injured? How could she hide in the cave on this mountain?

Could it be... this girl sneaked into the county town last night and fled here after being injured?

Shizhao County is more than 30 miles away from Lijia Village dry road, and it is easier to walk on the water. It takes a quarter of an hour or two to arrive. However, Zhanggongtan is blocked at this moment, and the boat cannot get off and cannot get up. There is only one road to the dry road. Changsun Hong looked at the bloody marks that seeped out from the black cloth bandaged by the woman's belly, and shook his head repeatedly. If this is the case, the girl in front of him can be called a Song Dynasty Lanbo.

The knife wound was replaced by slashing on her body, which was enough to kill her. After so long, bloodshed, bloody shock could lead to death. It was a miracle that the girl was still alive at this moment. It was a miracle that she had just raised her strength to fly out of the hole and stab people.

Changsun Hong couldn't help but become more interested in the identity of a woman. What kind of organization is the Tang Sect? If everyone inside is as powerful and tenacious as this girl, they will form a team to go to Beijing to make trouble in the imperial city, Li Zong's head will probably not be on his neck for long.

Changsun Hong didn't know what the porcelain bottle powder was sprinkled on the woman's wounds. He sat on the ground and thought it was safer to go back and get some wine to disinfect it. There was a bad doctor in the village. It would be better to come back to ask for some anti-inflammatory and muscle-generating powder. Saving a life is better than creating a seven-level pagoda, let alone a little girl, who let her die for herself.

He set up a vine and made a simple bracket. After passing under the woman's arms, Changsun Hong climbed into the pit and pulled the person up with great difficulty. He took a lot of time to be careful not to aggravate her injuries during this process.

The cave had become a stove, and the high temperature made the walls of the cave red. It was obviously not suitable to put people in. Changsun Hong looked at the sun, which was clear and cloudless, unlike the rain, so he simply dragged the woman under a big tree and leaned against the trunk.

The big tree is located in the dense forest and is covered by shrubs. If you don’t look closer, you don’t know that there is someone lying here. After doing all this, Changsun Hong explored the woman’s breath again, but it was still weak. It looked like the injury and the jumping of strength had already made the girl exhaust her energy and fall into a deep coma.

A human coma is a kind of self-protection of the nervous system, in order to block pain and body self-repair. The longer the coma is, the more severe the trauma you will suffer. Changsun Hong understands this, and according to his judgment, she will not wake up within at least one or two hours.

Looking at the sky, it was still early, Changsun Hong hurried down the mountain and had to rush over to buy medicine before the village doctor closed the door.

Following the path up the mountain, I ran and just walked to the entrance of the village. In addition to the Ding Zhuang who was already in the village, there was another team of more than ten people guarding there. These people were holding spears and swords, two leaders, wearing the clothes of the constable in the county yamen, and carrying iron rulers and chains.

It was the local soldiers led by the county's squad! Changsun Hong's heart sank and he became more and more determined to be the girl on the mountain. Most of the accident happened in the county last night.

The wing army was only available in the prefectures and was under the supervision of the regiment. In addition to the three squads of Zhuang, Zao and Kuai, the local soldiers recruited during emergency response can be considered extremely useful personnel. The local soldiers are actually villagers who are in labor service. They are called "soldiers" when they are used as long spears. They are generally led by the Dutou yamen runners of the fast squad, and they do some chores to arrest thefts and set up chucks.

The horses of the county yamen are fast-tracked and are unified into the fast-track team, commonly known as the yamen runners' head. The leader is called Dutou. It sounds very impressive, but in fact it is not. In the eyes of the people of the Song Dynasty, those who work in the yamen were very low-level jobs. The people called them "bad people". They are neither officials nor officials, and they are inferior figures who are only superior to criminals. Their children are not allowed to participate in the imperial examinations for life, and they will roll in the mud all their lives, asking for some hard money to live a life of fertility.

But being humble is a humble person, but his power is not small. Just catch someone with an excuse. Random slandering a crime can destroy a middle-class family. Therefore, most people who have no backers always flatter when they see these people, fearing that they will offend them and cause trouble.

So even though he was guarding the roadside at this moment, the two men sat on benches, ate the fruits and fruits offered by the villagers, stared at the local soldiers and did not go to the ground in person.

Changsun Hong and the Ding Zhuang were recognized by the soldiers. After talking to the local soldiers, they passed by. He sneaked to the side and pulled a familiar and easy-to-talk Ding Zhuang to inquire. Ding Zhuang was also a good person and quietly told him in a low voice: "There was a big incident in the county last night! A bandit slipped into the city, took advantage of the government's unpreparedness and rushed into the prison, robbed the important criminals who were escorted by the mission, killed some officers and soldiers, and fled out of the city. The wing army pursued them all the way, set up checkpoints on all sides, and wanted to punish them! You can go back quickly."

Ding Zhuang secretly pointed at the yamen runner sitting on a stool in the distance and scared him: "Did you see it? The constable from the county! The knife on your waist is about to kill people! Your father and your second uncle are almost rushing back from the river. Go back and play tricks, don't stay outside and cause trouble!"

In the eyes of villagers, Changsun Hong was just a twelve-year-old child. Although he knew the words and verbal, he was still a child. His attitude towards him was mostly joking. At this time, he was kind enough to scare him so that the child would not encounter anything outside.

Changsun Hong pretended to be frightened, nodded, and ran away. Ding Zhuang stood there, looking at his back, laughing.

After walking around the village, I found the house of You Fang's doctor. This doctor's Chinese medicine is not very good, so he is a little better than witchcraft. He knows some basic pharmacology and can be used as Chinese medicine for colds and diarrhea. In the village, he is considered a good doctor at the level of imperial doctor and has a high status. He relies on selling some medicinal materials among the villagers to charge some pitiful medical fees. At this time, he was sitting at home without any trouble.

Changsun Hong panicked and said that someone in the village was injured while digging stones by the river and bleeding profusely. He came to ask for some medicine. Seeing that it was Bao Zheng's son who was running errands, the doctor was not suspicious. He rummaged through the boxes and cabinets and found a bottle of golden sore medicine that had been around for many years. He collected Changsun Hong's five cents and sent him away with a smile.

Changsun Hong returned home again, but there was still no one at home. Zhang should still be busy in the field. He went straight to the kitchen, took out his father Changsun Hao's jar from the corner, and poured out a bowl of bad wine. The wine was secretly brewed by the villagers and gave it to Baozheng. At this time, there was nowhere to find wine, so he could only give it up.

He put the wine in a small clay pot that was used to fill water at school. Changsun Hong took the clay pot and medicine bottle. He turned back when he was about to go out, took Zhang's sewing bag, went out from the other side of the village, went around a big circle, went up the mountain with a twists and turns, climbed sweat all over, and returned to the mountain where he practiced martial arts.

The clearings in the forest were still as quiet as usual. The afternoon wind blew across the treetops and the leaves danced, alarming a group of chirping birds, flying in the air for a while, then lazily landing into another branch, pecking at each other's feathers, looking around, looking for insects that were filling their belly.

The smoke from the cave that was burned dark by the fire was curling, and a lot of grass ashes were accumulated at the entrance of the cave, blown everywhere by the wind. Changsun Hong patted his head in annoyance, suddenly remembered something, hurried over, searched outside the entrance of the cave, and found that the lotus leaves were wrapped in residual roast chicken from under a pile of stones. He breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the lotus leaves were intact.

"Fortunately, it would be a pity if this kind of delicacy was stained with ash." He sniffed the smell of meat and almost got hooked out again. He used great perseverance to stop the ** that had swallowed the meat.

"Save it for the dog, you can't eat it, you can't eat it!" Changsun Hong kept muttering to himself, wrapping the lotus leaves back, and while wrapping it, he encouraged himself: "I didn't eat this crude roast chicken in my previous life. What's the good thing? Don't eat it!"

A chill slowly touched the neck, even so cold that itched. When Changsun Hong was surprised, he suddenly discovered that there was a shadow behind the shadow cast by the sun on the ground.

The shadow was holding a sword and placing it on his neck.

The sword is sharp, just like the sword that pierced out of a cave.

With a "bang!", the lotus leaves and a small half of roast chicken fell to the ground, and the chicken rolled around.

"Xiao, Xiao, Miss, sister, I, I have no malice!" Changsun Hong lowered his head, stared at the shadow on the ground with cold sweat, and used his skin to feel the chill around his neck, and stammered: "I, I'm here to deliver medicine to you!"

The shadow didn't say anything, but just pressed the sword tighter.
Chapter completed!