Chapter 450: The Dark Moonlight Ex-wife of the Number One Scholar 18
Han Ziwen's eyes swept through the ruined temple, finally landing on the scattered hay on the ground. He quickly gathered the hay and expertly built a fire.
The flames danced in the darkness, gradually dispelling the cold and dampness in the temple and bringing a touch of warmth and light.
Yue Hongying also became busy. She took out the food prepared in advance from the carriage and prepared to heat it up.
As the fire grew brighter, Shen Xinran finally had the opportunity to see the entire appearance of the dilapidated temple.
The main structure of the temple still stands, but it has been covered by the traces of time.
Vines and weeds grow wildly here, climbing on the walls and almost swallowing up the entire temple, giving people a vibrant yet desolate feeling.
On the walls of the temple, mottled murals are faintly visible. Although the colors have faded, the ancient stories and legends can still be recognized.
The tiles on the roof were broken and the sky could be seen through the cracks, as if they were windows opened by nature in a temple.
Shen Xinran saw that Han Ziwen and Yue Hongying were both busy, so she returned to the carriage and took out the mat and quilt cover.
She first laid a thick layer of straw in a relatively dry place in the temple, then carefully spread out the mat, and finally spread the quilt cover flat on it.
Just when everything was done, the sound of hurried horse hooves broke the silence of the night.
A group of men in black passed by the dilapidated temple, their eyes sharp and alert, as if they were searching for something.
One of them, who looked like the leader, asked loudly to Shen Xinran and the other two, "Have you seen a middle-aged man with a beard?"
Shen Xinran subconsciously shook his head and replied, "No."
But the men in black didn't believe it. They dismounted, walked into the ruined temple and began to search.
Seeing this, Yue Hongying shrank back in fear.
Han Ziwen immediately stepped forward and stood in front of Shen Xinran and Yue Hongying. When he saw that Shen Xinran's newly made quilt was messed up and Yue Hongying's heated meal was also overturned by this group of people, his brows knitted tightly together.
The leading man in black looked around and his eyes fell on the haystack behind the slope. He picked up his sword and stabbed it at the haystack, as if checking if there was anyone hiding in it.
After stabbing three times without success, he turned around and ordered his men, "It seems he has already run ahead. Let's chase him!"
After saying that, they jumped on their horses and quickly left the ruined temple.
Yue Hongying breathed a sigh of relief. "Who are these people? Why do they look so fierce?"
Shen Xinran shook his head, "I don't know, it has nothing to do with us anyway."
Han Ziwen frowned slightly and fell into deep thought. Although the group of people were in plain clothes, they were well-trained and should be the private soldiers of a big family.
At this moment, Yue Hongying suddenly fell to the cold ground and cried out, "Ah!"
Shen Xinran hurried forward, supported Yue Hongying's body, and asked with concern: "Mom, what's wrong?"
Yue Hongying pointed in a direction with trembling fingers, "Look there!"
Shen Xinran looked in the direction of Yue Hongying's finger, and saw a stream of bright red liquid slowly seeping out of the firewood pile and spreading on the ground. It was clearly human blood.
Han Ziwen also noticed this scene. Without any hesitation, he strode forward and kicked the pile of firewood down with one foot.
As the firewood pile fell apart, the figure of a man covered in blood emerged. There was a deep wound on his chest, and blood was oozing from it.
The man opened his eyes. His vision was blurry and he could only vaguely see three figures. He used up his last bit of strength to say, "Save me, save me."
After saying this, he could no longer hold on, his body sank, and he fell to the ground.
Yue Hongying's eyes lingered between Han Ziwen and Shen Xinran, her voice filled with uncertainty, "He asked us to save him, should we?"
Han Ziwen frowned and didn't answer. Those men in black weren't good people. If they saved him, their family's safety might be in jeopardy.
Yue Hongying turned her gaze to Shen Xinran again and asked again: "Save him?"
Shen Xinran shook his head and said seriously, "Don't save a wild man on the street. It will bring misfortune."
Yue Hongying sighed, "But he's so badly injured. If we don't save him, he'll die."
Shen Xinran knew that Yue Hongying had no opinion of her own, otherwise she would not have asked Han Ziwen and then asked her again.
But Shen Xinran also knew that Yue Hongying's kindness was genuine. It was precisely because of this kindness that she adopted Guo Xi without hesitation after seeing her wandering.
Shen Xinran sighed, and her voice softened, "If you want to save her, then go ahead."
She knew that if she didn't save this man, Yue Hongying might remember it for the rest of her life.
Yue Hongying nodded, quickly returned to the carriage, picked up the gauze and scissors, cut the clothes open at the wound, and then poured some of her homemade wound medicine on it.
The moment the powder touched the wound, the man's expression became grim due to the intense pain, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. But he didn't utter a single groan, clearly a tough guy.
Yue Hongying began to bandage the wound. Seeing that it was inconvenient for Yue Hongying to bandage the wound alone, Shen Xinran stepped forward to help.
With the last knot firmly tied, the man's wound was properly bandaged. Although he was still unconscious, his breathing had become much more stable.
Yue Hongying stood up and sighed to the man, "We only have limited medicine. We can only do our best and leave the rest to fate. Whether you can survive depends solely on yourself."
In the early morning, the first ray of sunlight shines through the dilapidated roof of the dilapidated temple and falls on the moss-covered stone slabs, creating mottled light and shadows.
The air in the temple still carried the chill of the night, but as the sun rose, it gradually became warmer.
When Kou Wei opened his eyes, he found himself sleeping on straw. Not far away, two young people, a man and a woman, were sitting and eating, talking and laughing.
Kou Wei sat up, covering his wound. His voice was hoarse and uncertain, "Did you save me?"
Shen Xinran shook her head, "It wasn't us, it was her who saved you."
Kou Wei looked in the direction of Shen Xinran's finger and saw a beautiful woman with her hair tied up stirring the porridge in the pot with a spoon.
He smiled, his voice hoarse and weak, "My name is Kou Wei, thank you."
Yue Hongying had a gentle smile on her face: "You're awake, eat something first."
After saying that, she handed a bowl of hot porridge to Kou Wei.
Kou Wei was indeed hungry. He took the bowl and began to eat. After a few satisfying bites, he asked, "Where are you going?"
Yue Hongying answered while busying herself: "My son is going to study at a college in the provincial capital, and we will go with him."
Kou Wei nodded and said, "So you are a scholar. Studying is good. You can be a civil servant in the future. You don't have to fight and kill."
Yue Hongying smiled and said, "I'll give you my good wishes."
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