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The starlight that filled the sky dimmed. It was the darkest time before dawn.

King Qin hugged the lady in his arms tightly. He placed his palm on her back with all his might and galloped forward. For a long time he forgot the direction of the horse, and ran on. He didn't know if it was instinct or some other reason, but he clearly felt that the person in his embrace had turned cold little by little.

He knew the strength of his palm better than anyone else. His mind went blank, and all he could do was hold her, unable to speak.

After running for a while, he was finally able to make a sound while trembling. However, he couldn't find the words to say, "Girl …" Girl … "You, are still alive …"

Without a word, she obediently leaned into his arms, but she could not help it, and her head drooped.

He gently held her hand and felt it gradually turn cold. His entire mind was not clear and he did not know what he had done nor where he was going.

He reined his horse in the darkness before dawn. He didn't dare to run, afraid that if he did, her soul would be scared out of his wits. He didn't even dare dismount. He just stayed on the horse and held her tight, not knowing what to do. This time, it was different than any other time. Even if she committed suicide, even if she was sick, he could control and measure her methods. But this time, he had done it himself!

Only he himself was clear about this!

Even though that all-out palm was meant to kill Zhang Xian, he had seen it the instant she blocked the attack. It was precisely because he saw it that he hated his even more! He hated her for running away from him time and time again; he hated her for being someone's wife; he hated her for that "wedding night"; he hated her for not putting him in his eyes …

When he tore up the engagement slip, his heart had already chilled. He thought that he would never get hot again. His hatred had almost overwhelmed his love.

A single palm strike had finished her off! He would no longer have any worries.

Thus, he really struck down with his palm.

But, if she died, would he really have no worries?

Was this really the result he wanted?

He stood in the endless night with tears streaming down his face. Suddenly, he screamed crazily, "Girl …" You won't die! Not die! "Little girl, you're still alive, okay?"

However, her hand simply slipped out of his hand and hung down limply, as if there was no breath left in her nose.

King Qin's legs went soft, almost kneeling on the ground ahee sobbed soundlessly. The person in his arms was already as light as a frail feather, and if he were to let go, she would blend into the sky or earth, turning into a speck of dust, and from then on, perish …

A bright red sun rose from the east, shining down on the lands of the north. The dense forest, the pure white snow in the distance, and only a winding and rugged path, passing through the path, another day, would be the Song Kingdom's border.

King Qin's legs had already become numb. When he was about to stand up, his hands trembled and he still hugged Hua Rong tightly. He could see it clearly now, but his eyes were closed, a line of dried up blood at the corner of his mouth.

A squirrel jumped, and a drop of morning dew fell from the tall pine needle tree to the side, landing right on Hua Rong's face, letting out a faint "pa da" sound. Water droplets dripped down her face and trickled down the corner of her mouth, diluting the traces of purple blood. Suddenly, her eyelids twitched.

King Qin was overjoyed and shouted out in shock, "Little girl …"

However, the surroundings were completely silent. Hua Rong was also quiet, there wasn't even a hint of movement, he suspected that she had seen too much, her hand still on her back, she judged that she still had a bit of Qi left. If this aura were to dissipate, she would immediately die.

He suddenly remembered that people often said that the life of a lingzhi root could last for a while when someone was seriously injured or on the verge of death. He had once seized a thousand-year-old ginseng and placed it on the island. However, the journey was long, and no matter how fast they were, they would need a month or two to arrive there. With Hua Rong's current soberness, forget about a month or two, even a day or two would be hard to come by.

He braced himself and was about to carry her to the horse, but then he remembered her injury and could not be swayed. He held her firmly again and simply walked on foot, leaving only the sound of Kinseth to follow him.

After many years of war, the borders had long since been emptied out. In the former teahouse city, there were only some historical records left. The Sow and the two nations of the Sow were at odds with each other now, and all their trade and friendly relations had been cut off.

At this time, the King Qin had already calmed down a bit, thinking back to how people often said that there were three treasures in the golden dog, with the ginseng being one of them, he slowed down his pace, and stared at the forest on the two sides of the river, as well as the snow-capped mountains.

However, in order to obtain the ginseng, an ordinary person wouldn't be able to do so unless they were an experienced old ginseng. Besides, with a single person in his arms, he wouldn't be able to try his luck while roaming the vast forest.

He walked like this for half the afternoon. Seeing that it was already late and he could not find a place to stay, he stopped and built a fire. Although it was already May, the night in the north was chilly. From time to time, one could hear the roars of tigers and wolves from the jungle. He was overjoyed. If a big bug came out, he might as well kill a tiger to eat.

He held Hua Rong, holding his breath, he concentrated, and after a while, he heard a whistling sound. A Little Tiger was slowly approaching. He quietly laid Hua Rong down on a pile of dried leaves and tiptoed out with a dried up branch. From afar, he met the Little Tiger and threw out the dried branch, which was stuck inside the Little Tiger's head. The Little Tiger rolled a few times. The King Qin went up and grabbed it, and after punching it to death, he lifted it and quickly cut off the flesh with the small knife in his bosom. He found a few large leaves, filled it with water and began to boil the tiger meat.

When he was done, he would carry Hua Rong again and use the leaves as spoons to feed her a few times. However, she was no longer able to open her mouth, and other than that sliver of life force, there was nothing else that she could throw at him.

He chewed and chewed until he felt a bit more energetic. Then, he put his palm on her back, opened up her shirt, and gently wrapped her up.

Her face was pressed against his hot chest, and her hands gradually felt a trace of warmth. He was overjoyed as he repeatedly called out to her, "Little girl, little girl …"

However, she didn't give a single response.

He untied her clothes. He saw that there were arrow wounds on her left shoulder. Although it was bandaged, there was danger of festering as she ran. He quickly took out the medicine in his bosom and carefully applied it to her, then bandaged her up again. After that, he carefully dressed her in her clothes and laid her down again in his arms.

While she was dressing, she touched something in her arms, a few bits and pieces, in a small bundle. King Qin undid it and saw that it was actually her wedding invitation. On it were the words Yue Pengju and Hua Rong, their names and their birthdays.

He thought of the yellowed piece of paper he had torn up, and compared it to the bright red piece of paper, only then did he realize that this was the real wedding sticker.

At that time when Hua Rong was travelling, she had already predicted that something bad would happen, and was afraid that something bad would happen. Even Yue Pengju did not know, she had secretly brought two people's marriage pasted on his body, like a protective talisman.

King Qin picked up the marriage slip and looked at it for a while, a wave of anger rising in his heart. He wanted to throw it into the fire, but in the blink of an eye, he saw that her eyes were tightly shut and her face was completely pale. He knew that the chances of her surviving was very slim.

Hated, he folded up the note, put it back in her arms, and slowly dressed her in her shirt, feeling a pang of pain in his heart. Well, maybe it would comfort her to have a look at it when she died.

Thus, when dawn arrived, they finally saw a small shop in front of them.

This was an extremely rare shop owner of the border of Song Jin. The shop owner was a mixture of Chinese and female, and he was proficient in both languages. Only by interacting with the border generals of both sides was he able to preserve his life. Especially the Song Kingdom, who had sent people to negotiate with them over and over again, so they really needed a store along the way. Thus, the shopkeeper saw the business in this chaotic world and charged an exorbitant fee.

It was still early, and there were not many customers. King Qin carried Hua Rong and walked straight in. The Scophthalmus shouted, "Do you want to stay in the inn?"

"Quick, bring your best injurious drug and food here …"

The little store naturally had food, and at the border, there were many injuries. There were also quite a few injurious drug, but after seeing the King Qin's fiendish look, he only said: "The rules of the store, we must first pay the silver taels …"

King Qin called out a silver ingot, "Bring me the soup."

Scophthalmus received the silver and quickly served a bowl of broth.

King Qin sat by her side and hugged Hua Rong. He took a spoon and fed her a few spoonfuls. It wasn't easy for her to move her chin down to feed it a bit. Her head tilted to the side as he spat out all of it, and purplish black blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth once again.

King Qin did not dare to feed it anymore. Seeing how Scophthalmus was sneakily looking at him, he asked in a bad mood, "Are there any doctors nearby?"

"Doctor, our store does have two …"

The King Qin was overjoyed, "Quickly come out."

"However, their consultation fee s are very high."

King Qin once again searched around, fighting to the death in Jinguo, he lost a lot of things, and they were mainly bowing to Ma Su and Liu Wu, he then took out another gold ingot and threw it out, only then did he realise that he was broke.

Scophthalmus took the gold and walked in slowly. After a while, two old men with long goatee hair and yellow skin came out.

King Qin asked for help, and for the first time in his life, he became courteous, "May I trouble the two old gentlemen to see, does my wife still have a cure?"

One of the elders touched Hua Rong's pulse, she was startled for a moment, and then passed it to the other elder, the two of them laughed and shook their heads.

Seeing that the two of them were deliberately trying to be mysterious, King Qin could not hold back anymore, "What exactly happened?"

"This Guest, your wife has already died, what are you still carrying? Now that the weather is hot, if we do not deal with the corpses as soon as possible, it will be broken. "

[Is that girl a dead body?]

Another doctor also shook his head, his tone filled with both sympathy and disdain. "This person is sick, carrying a dead person and leaping around. Guest, the one who should be replenished is you …"

King Qin angrily grabbed his collar and threw the old man out: "Stupid doctor, what do you know?"

The other old man slipped away quickly and avoided the attack. Scophthalmus saw that he was fierce and was about to ask someone to come, but he had already carried Hua Rong and stood up, angrily walking out.

When he walked to the entrance, he suddenly saw a group of female practitioners carrying baskets on their backs as they walked towards the store. As they walked, they were chattering away, but no one knew what they were talking about. He did not want to speak anymore, but he saw one of them holding a basket excitedly, opening it up, from afar, it was as though he was calling for the Scophthalmus s.

King Qin had sharp eyes, but when he opened the basket, it was clear that this group of people was made up of guests from the north, and these things were all sent here either for trade or to some important person.