Chapter 81

Sitting in the carriage, seeing the man sitting in the corner, Ling Muer frowned.

Zhou Qiyan was wearing a prison uniform, and his head was leaning against the corner, unwilling to poke it out. In just a few days, that calm man became so depressed.

There were many wounds on his body, the white prison clothes were beaten to pieces, and the bloody clothes with welts were about to be shattered. The wounds that were not bandaged were still bleeding, and there were even insects and ants crawling in some places. One can imagine what kind of life he lived in prison these days.

From her angle she could see his bearded face. His unruly beard concealed his good looks. His eyes were drooping, and his whole body was decadent.

"Where's your son?" Ling Muer opened the curtain and asked the coachman sitting outside.

The coachman said to Ling Muer: "Sit down, girl, I'm going to speed up."

Thinking of Ling Mu'er's question, he added: "The young master is doing something, and he can't leave now. He asked his subordinates to take you back first. He said that when he finished his work, he would go to the girl's house to pick her up." Beijing. During this period of time, the girl is busy with your affairs first."

Ling Muer knew that Su Ce also had many troubles. The drugging incident that happened not long ago has not been dealt with cleanly. In addition, he still came with some mission.

Knowing Su Ce's plan, she said nothing more. Putting down the curtain and returning to the carriage, she slowly moved to Zhou Qiyan's side.

She dug out the medicine box, found scissors from it, and cut Zhou Qiyan's prison clothes.

From the beginning to the end, Zhou Qiyan remained motionless like a dead person. No matter whether Ling Muer touched his wound or not, he didn't feel any pain at all.

Ling Muer frowned: "It has already happened. People cannot be resurrected after death. How can your teacher feel at ease with your current state?"

Speaking of Chief Tang Shan, Zhou Qiyan's breathing became a little heavy. He clenched his fist and gritted his teeth.

Ling Muer frowned: "If you go on like this, you will only torment yourself. You are in pain, but your enemy is very happy."

"I want revenge." Zhou Qiyan, who had been silent all this time, gritted his teeth and said, "I want revenge...I must kill him."

Ling Muer was silent.

The person he wants to kill is the emperor. Now it's a monarchy. The ancient emperors were gods, and was it so easy for him to shake a god?

However, he is being hit too hard now and needs someone to comfort him. If a belief can rekindle his hope of living, let's take revenge!

"Okay, revenge." Ling Muer held Zhou Qiyan's hand, giving him firm strength. "You can do it."

Zhou Qiyan raised his eyes. Those eyes were full of hatred. Facing Ling Muer, the light flickered, but finally went out.

He hugged Ling Mu'er tightly and held him in his arms. At this moment, Ling Muer was like his life-saving straw. What he says is what he believes. he told himself. He will definitely avenge his family.

Zhou Qiyan's body was covered in blood. Ling Muer really doesn't like such intimate contact. Now her dress is also covered in stains.

"Let me bandage it for you!" Ling Muer moved.

"Don't move. Let me hug you. Please." Zhou Qiyan is very fragile now.

Ling Muer couldn't bear it, so she let him hold her. They maintained that movement for a long time, and Ling Muer's body became a little stiff. Finally, Zhou Qiyan let her go.

Ling Muer moved her arms to relax her body. Now her arm was frozen, even if she wanted to bandage him, there was no other way.

Zhou Qiyan didn't seem to feel anything. He lives in his own space. Letting the blood flow down his body drop by drop, his complexion became paler and paler, but he still didn't hear him cry out in pain. Perhaps in his eyes, the pain in the body is far less than the pain in the heart. As soon as he thought of Tang Shanchang's death, he wished he could replace him.

If it wasn't for him, Chief Tang Shan would still be alive and well. His presence will only bring him death.

Zhou Qiyan saw Tang Shanzhang's body with his own eyes. There was a sword stuck in his neck, and blood flowed all over the place. At that moment, he really wanted to enter the capital and kill that person. Yet he couldn't do anything. Not long after he arrived, footsteps were heard outside, and then dozens of masters rushed in to fight him. Even if his martial arts are strong, it is still not as good as the emperor's dark guards. The end result is obvious. He traded one for ten, fell into the hands of those people, and was charged with murdering the teacher.

He doesn't understand. If you want to kill him, you can kill him on the spot. Why do you have to take such a big turn? If he was killed on the spot, he would not be saved.

Zhou Qiyan knew who rescued him. In this place, only one person can save him. That person told him that the reason why he saved him was because of Ling Muer.

Ling Muer finally bandaged Zhou Qiyan's wound. She wiped off her sweat and said to the driver outside: "Driver, find a quiet place to stop."

The coachman replied, "Excellent!"

When the carriage stopped, Ling Muer threw a set of clean clothes on Zhou Qiyan's body and said, "The wounds on my body have been bandaged, change your clothes now. If you go back and let my mother see you like this, I'm afraid You have to ask again. What's more, you only have your brother as a relative now."

It means that you don't care whether others worry or not, but you don't want your brother to worry, right?

Zhou Qiyan moved his eyelids and took the clothes: "Thank you."

"Man, man, what is it that you can't bear?" Ling Muer patted Zhou Qiyan on the shoulder. "I trust you."

Zhou Qiyan changed clothes in the carriage, Ling Muer found a big tree, and changed clothes behind the big tree.

After she changed her clothes, she returned to the carriage. She made a stove on the spot and started roasting wild rabbits.

When the coachman saw the rabbit in her hand, he couldn't help drooling. That wild rabbit is fat and looks delicious.

"The girl is really powerful. These hares are spirits, and they are not so easy to catch." The coachman sighed sincerely.

"It's okay." Ling Muer glanced at the carriage. "Go and see if he has changed. If he has changed, let him come down and walk around."

They will be in a carriage for several days. The carriage is no better than modern trains and cars, it is too shaking. In addition, the roads in ancient times were not good, unlike modern roads, which are all flat. Therefore, a few days in a carriage is worse than a few days in a train or an automobile.

If you don't come down and walk around, you can only rest when you stay at night. In that case, he didn't know if his injured body could still move.

This time Zhou Qiyan was quite cooperative. The coachman yelled outside, and Zhou Qiyan came out wearing a freshly changed blue robe.

Ling Muer glanced at him: "It fits well."

"Thank you." Thank you for everything she did for him. He is really her lucky star. Being able to meet her in this life is the greatest luck in his life.

Zhou Qiyan is not a person who likes to show his emotions. No matter how deep emotions are hidden in his heart, he will not express them with his mouth.

Ling Muer saw his gratitude in his eyes. As for the rest, she couldn't see it.

"You take a rest nearby! I'll be roasting it soon." Ling Mu'er stuck the rabbit on the wooden stick and roasted it over and over again. She carried condiments with her, and she sprinkled cumin on it at this time, which gave off a fragrant smell, which whetted the appetite.

Zhou Qiyan was tortured and beaten for several days, and now his whole body is in excruciating pain. Even so, he insisted on moving slowly.

When he was caught, he was actually ready to die. At that moment he was very unwilling. Death is not terrible, what is terrible is that he has not yet taken revenge.

"Okay." Ling Mu'er blew on the baked rabbit and tore off a leg.

The driver next to him is very knowledgeable. He immediately handed over the prepared lotus leaves.

Ling Mu'er put the rabbit's legs on the lotus leaf, and said to Zhou Qiyan, "You can eat it."

Zhou Qiyan returned to her side, found a rock and sat down. He took the rabbit's leg, put it between his nose and smelled it, and said with a smile, "It's very fragrant."

"Of course. Don't you believe in my craftsmanship?" Ling Muer smiled. "No matter how many unhappy things there are, we still have to eat."

Zhou Qiyan is a big man after all. Now that I have figured it out, I will no longer act like a little woman. However, the idea of ​​revenge has taken root in my heart.

When he went back this time, he could no longer follow her side anytime. Just because he does what he wants to do.

Ling Muer is a smart person. What Zhou Qiyan was going to do next, even if she didn't ask, she could guess it. That's his choice, she won't interfere. The only thing that can be done is to heal him when he is injured. In the future, where she needs help, she will also help.

Ling Muer doesn't have much appetite. Of the four rabbit legs, Zhou Qiyan only ate one, she ate two, and the coachman ate one. Then the rest of the meat was shared by the coachman and Zhou Qiyan. After eating two rabbit legs, she ate two more fruits, and her stomach was already full.

A few days later, they finally saw the familiar city gate.

Ling Mu'er rubbed her sore forehead, looked at the drowsy man next to her, and said to the driver, "Go directly to Ling's Restaurant."

"That's great!" the coachman shouted loudly.

Ling's Hotel. Yang and Tang were about to go out to buy vegetables when they saw a carriage stop. A slender palm lifted the curtain of the car, and one person walked down from there.

"Oh, our Mu'er is back." Yang said excitedly: "Mother, Mu'er is back."

"I saw it." Tang's mental state was getting better and better. Now her eyes are similar to when she was young, so she can naturally see Ling Muer.

Ling Mu'er saw Yang and Tang as soon as she got off the carriage. She spread her arms and rushed over: "Mother, grandma, I'm back."

Tang is getting old, but he can't stand her attack. It was Mrs. Yang that she wanted to pounce on. Yang has long been used to her messing around like a monkey. I haven't seen her in this period of time, and I always feel owed, and feel uncomfortable all day long. Seeing this person whom he misses so much now, Yang can't help but smile from ear to ear.

"Just come back." Yang yanked Ling Mu'er's face. "How did you get so thin?"

"Mother, the food outside is terrible. You have to make up for it." Ling Mu'er said pretending to be wronged.

"Okay." Yang said quickly.