Chapter 60 New and Old Injuries
"It's me..." He managed to raise the corner of his lips towards her, but a sharp pain came from his shoulder, and his body fell down slowly out of control.
Qiandeng subconsciously let go of the sharp blade in his hand, took the torch from him, and hugged his body to prevent him from hitting the stone wall.
The dark shadows he brought with him had gathered around. They were a group of fat and strong dogs, wearing muzzles and well-trained.
"Don't be afraid, I was trained by the Dali Temple..." Cui Fufeng leaned against her arms in pain and exhaustion, his lips trembling slightly, "I was afraid I couldn't find you in the dark forest... so I borrowed you."
"Don't talk about it for now." His face was pale under the firelight, which reminded Qiandeng of the moment when she and Cui Fufeng depended on each other for life and death in the cold pond that day.
So much happened that night, and the injuries he suffered while saving her had damaged his body and had not fully healed to this day.
And now, he who came to save her was accidentally injured by her. If anything had happened just now, he might have died at her hands.
This thought frightened her, and she couldn't imagine it.
They had always been together, no matter what she needed, she could always see that he had already taken care of it. No matter what she wanted to ask, she could always reach out and receive what he had prepared for her.
He understands her better than she understands herself, and has almost become her most important support in her pursuit of the truth.
And now, he ran in the darkness to save her, but she stabbed him in the vitals with her own hands.
The huge guilt and panic made her kneel in front of him, holding a torch in one hand to illuminate him, and anxiously check his injuries.
The Hundred Refined Blade was inserted below his collarbone. Although the blade was narrow, the blood groove on it was causing his blood to flow down, soaking his clothes in an instant.
If this terrible weapon remained in his body, he would surely lose excessive blood.
She took a deep breath, inserted the torch into the crevice of the stone, and then tore open Cui Fufeng's clothes.
The mountain breeze blew, the fire flickered, and the dancing light illuminated the old wound on his chest. Atop the hideous wound he had borne for her, a new wound now appeared, and it was bleeding profusely.
She held the Hundred Refining Blade and looked up at him: "Shaoqing Cui, please be patient..."
In the firelight, he who had been chasing her in the middle of the night had his hair disheveled, and her messy clothes were torn open. The noble man who was once praised by everyone in the capital for being as tall as a bamboo and as clean as a green pine, now looked pale and weak in front of her, unable to move.
Qiandeng tore off her relatively clean inner garment, grabbed the sharp blade that pierced his shoulder with one hand, calmed herself down and quickly pulled it out. She immediately pressed the cloth in her hand against his wound, and held it tightly as blood gushed out.
A low moan escaped Cui Fufeng's mouth, but he immediately stopped it by pursing his lips.
Qiandeng didn't dare to take his hand away from his wound, and tried his best to suppress the bleeding.
The bloodstained, tempered steel blade was thrown in front of her, as if reminding her of the mistake she had just made. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with guilt but unable to speak, she only murmured, "I'm sorry..."
The eyes he looked at her reflected the firelight, as if stars were twinkling in them. His hoarse voice was still gentle and concerned: "It's okay, I'm injured... It's better than the county lady being injured."
As always, he always stood in her shoes and considered her safety.
Qian Deng lowered her head silently, closing her eyes tightly to hide her tears. She pressed hard on his wound to stop the bleeding and asked in a hoarse voice, "Why did you risk coming here alone?"
"Actually, I'm not alone... When Ling Tianshui sent someone to notify me, I considered the terrain along the mountain mausoleum and estimated that we might not be able to catch up with you until after dark. So I went to the Dali Temple to borrow a few greyhounds to facilitate the night search." His voice was weak, but his tone was firm and unhurried. "Ling Tianshui and I found that you and Ming Jiu had separated. Based on the traces at the scene, the black-clad assassins were targeting Ming Jiu, and he would be in a more urgent situation. So Ling Tianshui led his men to rescue him, and I came to pick you up."
However, he didn't expect that when he trudged through the dark night to find her, he was almost fatally stabbed by her.
Looking out at the vast jungle, Qian Deng knew he was understating it, but in reality, finding her that night was incredibly difficult. It was just that Cui Fufeng was always like this with her. No matter how many hardships and obstacles they faced, he always presented her with a calm and effortless yet unwavering result.
The torches burned silently, and the night wind blew past them.
Because they had to press hard on his wound, they were very close, so close that their breaths were almost intertwined.
She waited silently for the bleeding to stop, then lowered her eyes to look at the old wound on his chest. His body was thin but not weak, and he had a strong chest. However, the scar was shocking, leaving an indelible scar on his intact body.
What about her? Will she also be a damage that destroys his perfect life?
Unconsciously, she touched the wound with her hand and whispered, "I'm sorry, it seems like I... have always hurt you."
He looked miserable, but his expression was calm and relaxed. He even raised the corner of his lips towards her: "It's okay. I've never been afraid of pain since I was a child."
Seeing that the blood on his wound had coagulated slightly, Qiandeng finally let go of his hand and tore off a few strips of his inner garment to help him wrap the wound.
"Without gold medicine, this is the only way for now. When we get back to the city, I'll let the doctor take care of you." She said softly, passing her arm over his shoulder, pulling out a strip of cloth from his armpit and wrapping it around in circles.
This intimate hug-like posture, under the flickering firelight in the dark night, made them both covered with a layer of rosy glow, and the dangerous situation seemed to be stained with an ambiguous atmosphere.
Qiandeng didn't dare to turn her head, for fear that if she did, her cheek would touch Cui Fufeng's hair.
She lowered her head, held her breath, and tied the hemostatic cloth tightly.
It was still chilly at the end of February. He took off his clothes and wrapped his wounds. Due to hypothermia and blood loss, he became a little drowsy.
Qiandeng helped him lie down, then picked up the bloody Bailian Blade on the ground, wiped it clean on the weeds, and slowly put it back into the armlet.
"Is this a birthday present from Ling Tianshui?" He looked at her wrists and asked softly.
Qiandeng nodded, stroking her armlet in silence.
Cui Fufeng stared at the ivory color wrapped around her fair wrist for a long time, but finally couldn't resist the drowsiness caused by blood loss, closed his eyes and gradually fell asleep.
Qiandeng was guarding beside him, staring at the fire in a daze. The small dogs surrounding him suddenly became agitated. Although they were wearing muzzles, they still rushed upwards.
The night wind brought a faint smell of blood from afar, and Qiandeng stood up vigilantly and looked back.
The light from the torch reflected on the other person's face, illuminating his stern expression.
The one who emerged from the dark jungle was Ling Tianshui.
"Those people didn't catch up, how did he get hurt?" His eyes swept over the sleeping Cui Fufeng and landed on her. "How about you? Are you okay?"
Qiandeng walked out of the cave in the rock crevice, silently stretched out her hand, and showed the armlet he had given her.
The ivory-colored ancient vine was wrapped around her fair wrist. It was obviously a hard and ancient object, but it nestled on her arm and became soft and flexible.
Just like Ling Tianshui who was running around in the middle of the night, covered in blood. His originally cold eyes were finally coated with a layer of warm fire after meeting her, and were no longer so intimidating.
In fact, because she was safe and sound, his tone was unusually light: "So the first gift I gave to the county lady was used on Cui Shaoqing?"
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