Chapter 1168 Drawing the Sword
Xia Zihan followed Rong San and walked in.
The darkroom is not big, only twenty or thirty square meters, not even as large as a room. However, as Rong San said, this darkroom is newly dug, the bluestones on the ground are newly paved, and the walls are also paved with a layer of bluestone. Bluestone, you can see the traces of new paving.
As Rong San said, nothing was placed inside. The entire darkroom was empty and very clean. However, there were a few permanent lamps on the walls and a few portraits hung on them.
When Xia Zihan took a closer look at the person in the painting, a dark line suddenly appeared on his face.
"That's..." Rong San had some discomfort on his face, "I painted that a few years ago. Since there was no place to put it, I just hung it here."
The person in the portrait is clearly Xia Zihan.
She is smiling, she is sitting, she is reading quietly, every painting depicts her beauty, her softness, her stubborn smile.
Xia Zihan glared at him with a dark face.
She didn't believe that he just hung this painting here casually. He hung her painting in his darkroom. This person was really...
Xia Zihan didn't quarrel with Rong Sanduo. The most important thing now was Chu Jingqi. The most important thing was to save Chu Jingqi first. She didn't have time to pay attention to other things.
Xia Zihan saw that the room was empty and remembered that when she came in just now, there seemed to be a wooden couch in Rong San's study. She said, "Wait a minute, don't put him on the ground."
The newly dug darkroom was particularly cold and damp. The most terrible thing was that there was no stove inside. It was very cold. Xia Zihan was worried that Chu Jingqi would get sick lying on the ground.
By then, if the injury is not healed, the poison is not cured, and you get sick again, it will be extremely dangerous.
Xia Zihan put down the things in her hands and ran out. Soon, she carried Rong San's wooden couch in and placed it in the middle of the dark room.
After Rong San put Chu Jingqi down, Xia Zihan instructed him, "Go get me a pair of scissors."
Rong San said yes, went out, and came back soon with a pair of scissors in his hand, and the blood on Chu Jingqi's face had been wiped clean by Xia Zihan.
Xia Zihan took the scissors and carefully cut Chu Jingqi's clothes along the wound bit by bit until the clothes fell off, completely exposing Chu Jingqi's entire back.
His back was already soaked with blood, and there were red and black blood stains all over his back. Xia Zihan picked up the towel and carefully wiped the blood off his back.
Rong San then went out, and within two minutes, he came in with a bucket of hot water and an empty bucket in his other hand.
"This empty bucket is used to hold dirty water. There is not enough hot water. I will carry it again." Putting the two buckets next to the wooden couch, Rong San saw that Xia Zihan was sweating on his forehead and the towel was being carefully held. Rubbing around the wound.
After wiping it clean, Xia Zihan took out the two porcelain bottles and opened the lids. After a while, she drew the sword and blood would spurt out. She had to work hard and pour all the powder into the wound to stop the bleeding, so as not to pour too much. , the medicinal powder was washed out with blood.
She only had this little hemostatic powder left on her body. If it was gone, she could only use the inferior hemostatic powder on the market.
Xia Zihan didn't think about asking Rong San to send someone to Prince An's Mansion to get the medicine for her. However, she and Chu Jingqi were assassinated in an open and honest manner while walking on the road. Around Prince An's Mansion, people in black clothes were also assassinated. People are watching, and even if someone is sent there, they will probably die.
Not only would they die, but the whereabouts of her and Aqi would also be exposed.
Therefore, Xia Zihan did not mention asking Rong San to send someone to the Anjun Prince's Mansion to report the news.
"Let me do it. Your hands are trembling. You have to be afraid. Why try to force yourself?" Rong San saw her staring at the sword and hesitated to take action. Her slender fingers were still trembling slightly, and there were red spots on her forehead. A layer of cold sweat broke out, and he knew that she was scared.
"No, I'll do it myself." Xia Zihan clenched his fist, held down his fearful beating heart, and calmed down his mood before reaching out and grabbing the hilt of the sword.
The moment she grasped the hilt of the sword, she calmed down. She gritted her teeth and exerted a little force on her hand. The sword flew out from Chu Jingqi's back and landed on the ground with a clang.
After the sword was pulled out, a stream of warm blood spurted out, like a fountain, filling Xia Zihan's face.
Xia Zihan didn't bother to wipe it, and hurriedly poured the medicinal powder into the wound, holding the wound tightly with a clean towel to prevent the powder from being washed out by the blood.
"Quick, feed the ginseng slices in." She shouted to Rong San.
Rong San had already held the ginseng piece in his hand, ready to go.
As soon as Xia Zihan opened his mouth, Rong San pinched Chu Jingqi's mouth open, stuffed the ginseng slice into his mouth, and let him hold it.
The blood on his back was quickly stopped, but the clean towel had turned from white to red. The bright red color almost hurt Xia Zihan's eyes and made Xia Zihan extremely distressed.
"Aqi suffered this crime for me." She choked, and the tears she had suppressed for a long time couldn't help but fall at this moment.
"He is your husband, and he should protect you from the knife. That is what he should do." Rong San felt distressed when he saw her crying, but he was also telling the truth.
If he was lucky enough to be her husband, then he would be willing to block knives for her a hundred times and a thousand times.
"One person has no responsibility to suffer for another person. Rong San, even if we are husband and wife, it is the same. Aqi will block the knife for me. That is because he has me in his heart and is reluctant to let me get hurt. But how could this fool know that I I am also reluctant to let him get hurt. I would rather get hurt myself than see him lying here with bruises and dying. "
Xia Zihan's tears fell even harder, but her hands didn't stop, neatly bandaging Chu Jingqi's wounds.
After the bandage was done, she wiped away her tears, turned around, and saw Rong San in a daze with a gloomy look on his face.
"I'm sorry, and thank you for today." Xia Zihan gritted his teeth and said.
It is no secret that Rong San likes her, but she has A Qi in her heart, and she will never fall in love with Rong San in this life. Rong San's relationship is destined to go to waste.
Although she was responsible for her own feelings, and Rong San liked her, it was Rong San's own business and none of her business, but after all, it was related to her, and she still felt that she owed him something.
She owed him this apology.
But what Rong San wanted was not her apology.
What he wants...maybe is something she can't give him in this life. That thing is extremely precious.
He twitched the corners of his lips and smiled bitterly, "Since you feel sorry for me, you might as well repay me in a more practical way."
"You...well, apart from love and life, what do you want?" Can’t take it out.”
(End of chapter)