Chapter 192: The White Lotus Cousin in Ancient Chinese Literature (21)
Even though the pain was blocked in time, Su Yu still cried because of the pain at the beginning.
The assassin's sword was deflected and pierced into Cui Ling's shoulder.
With a muffled groan, Cui Ling turned around despite the injury, raised his arm, and stabbed the assassin in the chest with a sword. The assassin fell to the ground dead.
The next moment, another group of people appeared in the peach forest. They were restrained, well-trained, and cooperated closely with each other to fight against the initial group of assassins.
For a moment, the sound of metal colliding continued in my ears.
Bai Shan breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he arrived in time, otherwise if something happened to the young master, he would be blamed for it.
Cui Ling had pulled Su Yu back and protected her when she was injured.
When Cui Ling saw his people coming, his expression did not change. He felt neither relieved nor happy. Instead, he felt endless fear and anger welling up from the bottom of his heart.
He calmly ordered Baishan: "Don't leave any one behind."
Bai Shan was slightly stunned, then he accepted the order: "Yes."
With his men arriving, Cui Ling, the master, naturally didn't have to take the risk of killing the enemy anymore. He dropped his sword with a bang, picked up the woman who was sweating from the pain, and walked towards the outside of the fighting circle.
Looking closely, his arms were trembling slightly, and it was hard to tell whether it was due to injury or fear.
The moment Su Yu rushed over to block the sword for him, Cui Ling felt as if time had stopped and everything around him was frozen, except for his heart beating violently.
His face changed drastically with silent panic.
Whether it was pulling the man back to his side or turning around to kill the assassin, he did it all based on instinct.
At this moment, I held her in my arms and made sure that she was still alive, and my heart finally settled down.
What followed was anger, both towards the assassin and towards Su Yu.
Faced with the assassins, he ordered Baishan to kill all of them.
Facing Su Yu, if she hadn't been injured, Cui Ling really wanted to pry open her brain to see what she was thinking. She dared to interfere in such a dangerous situation, she was courting her life.
Su Yu's face was as pale as paper at this moment. There was a huge cut on her arm and the blood had dyed her clothes red.
Her eyes were filled with tears: "Cousin, it hurts."
Cui Ling glanced at her expressionlessly and slowly uttered two words: "You deserve it."
Su Yu: “???”
Despite saying so, Cui Ling still moved very quickly to help Su Yu stop the bleeding. With a "swish", Su Yu's sleeve was torn open, revealing the blood-stained skin underneath.
Men and women should not have physical contact, and Su Yu's first reaction was to struggle.
Cui Ling scolded calmly: "Don't move. If you don't stop the bleeding in time from such a big wound, do you still want to live?"
Cui Ling's words may be exaggerated, but it is true that the sooner the bleeding stops, the better. It is necessary to tear the clothes off, otherwise they will stick to the wound, and she will not be able to bear it if they are torn off later.
Cui Ling lowered his eyes, looking extremely serious and cautious. For this plan, the hemostatic powder he brought with him came in handy.
He first carefully poured a little on the outside of the wound, and his arm suddenly tightened. It turned out that Su Yu grabbed him in pain.
"Cousin, please be gentle..." Su Yu's tears started to flow again.
Cui Ling did not say anything. The movement was indeed light, but no matter how light it was, medicine had to be applied. Su Yu's body trembled, and she whimpered softly in pain, tears streaming down her face.
Cui Ling glanced at her.
"Will you dare to be so reckless again in the future?"
"I don't dare anymore." Su Yu cried and shook her head, shuddering violently, "It hurts..."
The system just watched the host perform quietly. It didn't hurt at all! Its pain shield was turned on faster than a grandson. If it really hurt, it would write its name upside down!
Su Yu pretended to be in pain while looking at the male lead.
It was obvious that he was also injured, with cuts and bloody holes on his body, his shoulder was almost pierced, and his lips were pale and blue. He looked more like someone who needed medicine than she did.
But he acted as if he didn't feel anything and applied medicine to her, a slightly injured patient, with blood all over his body.
Su Yu's voice trembled: "Cousin..."
Cui Ling's movements became gentler: "Does it still hurt?"
Su Yu shook her head with tears in her eyes, and pointed at the wound on Cui Ling's body with her other intact arm: "You are injured too."
Cui Ling seemed to have just realized it, looked down, and comforted her: "I'm fine, don't worry."
Su Yu burst into tears, feeling distressed: "How can you be okay? There is so much blood on your body."
Cui Ling's face turned pale, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "It looks scary, but it's okay."
The sound of weapons colliding behind him became smaller and smaller.
As the last assassin fell, the eldest lady and her entourage also rushed over with the guards who were escorting them from the palace.
Seeing the corpses all over the floor and her son who looked like a bloody man, the eldest lady almost choked out her breath: "Han Zhang!"
Zi Tong was so scared that her legs went limp. When she saw Su Yu, she didn't care about anything else and ran over quickly, her eyes filled with tears just like Su Yu's.
"Miss!"
Cui Ling had already taken off his outer robe and covered Su Yu with it, hiding the exposed skin on her arm. The wound was bandaged with strips of cloth torn from clothes, which was very rough and required a doctor to be found to re-bandage it as soon as possible.
His face turned pale and he handed Su Yu to Zi Tong.
Mrs. Lin was also very frightened.
Lin Jinse supported her mother and first looked at Su Yu, who was supported by Zitong and wearing a man's robe and looked weak. Her heart trembled.
★The second time he looked at Cui Ling, he saw that he was covered in blood and his face was as pale as paper. All his attention was on the injured woman. For some reason, he felt like retreating.
Lin Jinse asked herself, if it were her, she would never be able to do such a thing.
Only when you have faced the sword directly can you know how terrifying it is to be so close to death.
Cui Yue was young and had never seen such a scene before.
At this moment, the ground was littered with corpses and the smell of blood was so strong that it choked the noses. The ladies who had always lived a life of luxury were trembling with weakness in their legs.
Seeing so many people, Bai Shan remembered what the young master had told him before. He immediately squatted down and reached into the black-clothed man's arms, and quickly took out a black token.
When he saw the words on the token, his body trembled.
"Sir, he is the Third Prince's man."
These words were clearly heard by everyone present.
The moment he finished speaking, Cui Ling suddenly fell down.
After such a long time, with blood loss and exhaustion, even the strongest person could not hold on.
“Han Zhang!” “Young Master!” “Eldest Young Master!” “Brother Han Zhang!”
The constant voices of worry temporarily overshadowed what had just happened.
Su Yu: ...Is this what he meant by "it's okay"?
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It was several days later that we returned to Cui Mansion.
Su Yu's injuries were not serious, and after applying medicine again, all she had to do was rest.
Cui Ling's injuries were much more serious. In order to prevent the long journey from affecting his wounds, the group decided to stay in the temple temporarily.
Su Yu went to see him once during the trip.
Fortunately, the wound was treated in time, and there was no excessive blood loss or shock, and no large-scale infection.
Just when everyone breathed a sigh of relief, he started to have a fever at night.
After a period of chaos, the condition finally stabilized.
The eldest lady sat by the bed and wiped her tears. Su Yu also accompanied her with tears in her eyes: "Cousin, you are a lucky person. God will be happy. Everything will be fine."
Mrs. Lin left that afternoon and took Lin Jinse with her.
Come to think of it, although the two families have a friendship, Cui Ling's injuries have been brought under control, but she is still in a coma due to excessive blood loss. It is useless for her to stay any longer. There are also big and small matters waiting for her to deal with in the Lin Mansion. It is impossible for her to stay there like everyone in the Cui Mansion. Lin Jinse is a girl, so it is even more impossible for her to stay overnight.
Cui Yue was frightened and asked the doctor to prescribe her a tranquilizing soup. After drinking it, she felt so sleepy that she fell asleep immediately.
Therefore, there were only the eldest lady and Su Yu in the room.
Hearing her comfort, the eldest lady forced herself to cheer up.
"Good child." The eldest lady patted the back of Su Yu's hand. "I have heard about the matter from Bai Shan. You blocked a sword for Han Zhang. If it weren't for you, he might have been hurt more seriously. From today on, you are the benefactor of our Cui Mansion."
Su Yu quickly declined: "Don't say that, my cousin is very good to me, I should do this."
The eldest lady's face was moved. "It's not a matter of right or wrong. It's a fact that you have done Han Zhang a favor. When he wakes up, he will definitely thank you. Before that, I would also like to thank you on behalf of Han Zhang and the Cui family."
Su Yu was at a loss: "Let's wait until my cousin wakes up before we talk about everything."
The eldest lady nodded: "You've been busy all day, and you're still injured, so go and rest."
Su Yu hesitated for a moment, but was persuaded to leave by the eldest lady.
In short, they stayed in the temple for a few days before returning.
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