076 Mid-mountain

After the chaos in the capital, everyone was panicked all day long. In order to completely eradicate the grass and root, the new rulers wantonly search for the so-called "ran party" in the city, in an attempt to eliminate all the people of the prince and the party. Fortunately, there is no obvious notice to kill Xue Xijian. Perhaps, those who chased Xue Xijian only thought he was dead!

When Murong Xueyan invited Lang Zhong back, Xue Xijian was still in a coma. Lang Zhong took the pulse for Xue Xijian and was a little shocked: "It's really not easy to survive if you are injured like this."

"Dough, he is my brother. Do you think he can still be saved?" Murong Xueyan said.

"He has a strong will to survive, and he has been practicing martial arts since he was a child. He has a good foundation. At present, he just needs to wrap the wound for him and soak in a medicinal bath for a few more days." Lang Zhong replied, but he couldn't help asking, "Your son, how could your brother get hurt like this?"

Murong Xueyan tried her best to wrap a burst of tears in her eyes, and said with a sob, "We... Our parents have died since childhood, and we have been dependent on each other. Not long ago, my brother and I played in the mountains and met a mountain thief. My brother fought to the death with one person's strength and finally drove away the mountain thief. He himself... was also hurt like this."

This tear attack should have a certain effect, right? Looking at the man's expression, he probably believed her.

"Brother, don't worry, I will do my best to heal your brother." Lang Zhong vowed to make a promise.

Murong Xueyan's hanging heart was slightly let go. Although she doesn't have any friendship with Xue Xijian, at least she is an acquaintance and half a friend. Now that she has saved him, who is half dead, she naturally hopes that he can get better as soon as possible.

Although it was several fates in those years, she vaguely felt that this magnificent prince of the Western Song Dynasty should have the talent for governing the country. In those years, he was interested in her, but he let go after understanding her heart. With this, it can be seen that he is open-minded.

Lang Zhong came to treat Xue Xijian every day, while Murong Xueyan assisted him, pounding medicine, decoction, tea and water. He was very busy. In order to save Xue Xijian, she even ran to Qianzhuang three or two times. After tossing for five or six days, Lang Zhongfang said that Xue Xijian's body had improved.

"Since my brother's health is fine, why doesn't he wake up?" Murong Xueyan asked.

"After all, your brother has suffered such a serious injury and lost too much blood. It will naturally take some time to recover his vitality. According to me, he will wake up within today. Lang Zhong promised again.

After Langzhong left, Murong Xueyan stayed in front of the bed and waited attentively for Xue Xijian to wake up. His breathing was much more stable. His eyebrows were deeply entangled, as if entangled by a nightmare.

"Hengruo...Jinger..."

"No, don't kill my wife and children..."

"Jing'er! Jing'er! ......”

Hengruo should be the name of Xue Xijian's wife, and Jinger should be his son, right?

Xue Xijian should also have participated in this bloody court coup, and, unfortunately, he was the losing side, and he lost miserably - his wife and children were killed, and the whole family was beheaded. Think about it, those who chase him and kill him don't even want to let him go. Then he should make the other party think that he is dead in a special way, so that he can appear in the mountains and be saved by Murong Xueyan.

All this comes from Murong Xueyan's speculation and inference. The truth of the facts will not be known until Xue Xijian is fully awakened.

Murong Xueyan sat from early morning to noon, supported her chin with her hand, looked at Xue Xijian motionlessly, her eyes were sore, and finally fell asleep involuntarily.

"Jing'er..." Xue Xijian called again, which shocked Murong Xueyan, who was sleeping in a daze, and almost jumped up.

"Don't kill them..." He howled in pain, tearing his heart like an injured animal.

Murong Xue's face showed a faint look, and he took out a handkerchief to wipe away the fine sweat on his forehead.

"Heng Ruo..." Xue Xijian suddenly shouted and grabbed her hand.

"Hey, what are you doing? Let go..." Murong Xueyan was trying to break free. Suddenly, she saw that the sleeping Xue Xijian lost his previous crazy appearance after grabbing her hand and gradually calmed down.

Since her hands can have such "magic" to help him calm down, then sacrifice it for the time being and let him get some oil and water. Just grab a hand, this is acceptable.

It's just that she can't even eat lunch. It's a pity that she has been hungry since she had breakfast in the morning. By the evening, she was so hungry that her chest was against her back.

Xue Xijian seemed to have a little movement, and his fingers were moving.

"Hey, are you going to wake up? In this case, I won't lend you my hand." Murong Xueyan muttered and immediately pulled out her hand.

Xue Xijian slowly and effortfully opened his eyes and silently looked around everything around him. Finally, his eyes stopped on Murong Xueyan's face.

"Why are you..." As soon as Xue Xijian opened his mouth, his voice was dry and hoarse.

"Drink some water." Murong Xueyan handed him a cup, picked him up in person, and leaned against the pillow.

"Miss Murong, did you save me?" He asked directly without turning the corner.

Murong Xueyan had to be shocked: "You...how do you remember..."

"In those years, as soon as I saw you, I ordered someone to draw a portrait of you, which has been with me for the past few years." Xue Xijian explained, "As soon as I saw your appearance during the Lantern Festival, I recognized it."

"So that's it." Murong Xueyan nodded and couldn't help sighing. The blue bird of time has flown for so many years, and she, after such a big circle, has returned to the original point.

"Thank you for saving me. I have to go." Xue Xijian wanted to get up and get out of bed.

Murong Xueyan quickly pressed him and said, "Brother Xue, your body has not recovered yet. You'd better cultivate it for a while. There are fewer people coming and going here, so it's safer.

"Thank you." Xue Xijian put down the pillow and lay down again, thinking about the painful and sad experience, and the seven-foot man also shed tears.

"You lie down first. I'll make something to eat." Murong Xueyan said, turned around and went to the kitchen to be busy.

Xue Xijian looked at her leaving back and sighed with emotion. Time is such a teasing thing. Once, he appeared in front of her at the brightest and most proud time, but she refused his affection because she had someone else in her heart. Now, countless days have passed, and when he appeared in front of her again, he was so depressed and frustrated.

Is this destined? At his most frustrated and difficult time, he could meet such an elf-like and lovely woman as her. From beginning to end, she didn't ask him the source of his injury, nor did she say a bad word, but helped him with understanding.

Xue Xijian was quietly thinking about his thoughts, and the fragrance came from the kitchen next door.

Murong Xueyan brought in a tea plate with three bowls of noodles.

"Is there anyone else here?" Xue Xijian couldn't help asking.

"No, there are two bowls for you, and one for me." Murong Xueyan pointed to her right hand with a smile and explained, "My hand has been scratched by you all day. I've been hungry since morning, so I have to eat it."

He glanced at her hand and saw a piece of wrist under his sleeve, with a faint bruising on it, and apologetically said, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay. You eat noodles first." Murong Xueyan helped him up, sat down firmly, and then fed him noodles in person.

"I'll do it myself." Xue Xijian was very sorry.

"You are seriously injured in your left arm and can't work hard. Let me help you." Murong Xueyan smiled, picked up the noodles and put them into his mouth.

"Thank you." He was moved beyond resuming.

The noodles are very light, with green vegetable leaves floating on the clear soup, and a poached egg is fried. After entering the mouth, I feel that it is fragrant and delicious, and my teeth and cheeks are fragrant. I really didn't expect that with her background as the daughter of the prime minister and the daughter of a daughter, he had to look at her with new eyes because she knew how to cook and make such delicious food.

Xue Xijian finished eating two bowls of noodles and even finished the soup. Then he praised, "Miss Murong, you are so good at cooking."

"When you are hungry, it is always easy to have the illusion that the food is better than usual. It's not that I'm good at cooking. Murong Xueyan smiled modestly, "Since you have finished eating, it's my turn. I'm hungry, too."

Murong Xueyan sat down and concentrated on eating noodles.

"Miss Murong, why don't you ask me about my injury?" Xue Xijian suddenly said.

Murong Xueyan tried to swallow a big mouthful of noodles and replied, "When you are willing to say it, you will tell me." I can't ask."

"How have you been in the past few years? You and Nangong Yi..."

"I have nothing to do with him." Murong Xueyan interrupted him in a cold tone.

Xue Xijian looked at her indifferently and said pointedly, "It seems that you have been very hurt in the past few years."

The injury... No matter how serious the injury is, it should be forgotten. Since you say goodbye to the past, then you have to completely break it. Don't mention it anymore, don't think about it anymore. From a certain point of view, she and Xue Xijian can be said to have the same disease. Both of them lost something, so they were alone.

The difference is that what she lost is just a person, a relationship; and what he lost is the whole world that supports his life. At this time, the power that supports him to continue to live should be hatred! After being hit so hard, anyone with blood will think of revenge! And Xue Xijian is such a person who was persecuted from a high position to nothing! Killing his wife, killing children, such a deep hatred that he can't even forget his dream, so why doesn't he want to revenge?

"Miss Murong, have you ever hated someone?" Xue Xijian suddenly asked.

"There is more than one. It's two." Murong Xueyan answered briefly.

"We met four years ago. You should know my identity." I don't know why, he didn't want to hide it from such a woman. He easily opened his heart and told her his experience.