Qu Yunmie replied: "Wait until you fall asleep."
Xiao Rong smiled silently: "Then you may not be able to wait long."
After saying this, he closed his eyes, and a moment later, Qu Yunmie felt his breathing become longer. …
I really can't wait much longer.
He stopped patting Xiao Rong's body and retracted his arms. He bit the end of the white cloth in his hand and unraveled it. Then, without alarming Xiao Rong, he pressed his forehead and used his fingers to check the condition behind his head inch by inch.
Before he saw any obvious wound, Qu Yunmie still had a lucky mentality, thinking that perhaps Xiao Rong had tied his hair up again and the wound was covered. Now, after checking it with his own hands, he realized that it was not his illusion and there was really no scar on Xiao Rong's head.
He suddenly pursed his lips, regardless of the risk of being discovered by Xiao Rong, he held Xiao Rong's hand, which was white and clean, without even a scratch. The only wound was on his knuckles, which were covered with calluses because Xiao Rong would pinch his fingers when he was too nervous, and would bite himself if he was too restrained.
Qu Yunmie calmed down, put his hand down, and unbuttoned Xiao Rong's collar to see if there were any bruises or purple marks on his body. There were none.
Xiao Rong was really tired today, so he didn't wake up even after being tossed around like that. Even when Qu Yunmie went to take off his socks, he kicked his legs unhappily. Qu Yunmie looked at his feet that had no blisters or frostbite, and silently put on his socks.
After doing all this, Qu Yunmie leaned back on the bed.
The couple told him that the three of them were escorted up the mountain by Yuan Baifu, and Xiao Rong was tied up by him and looked very bad. He walked crookedly and kept spraining his ankle and falling. It took them an hour and a half to reach the place. The wife said with certainty that the young man must have blisters on his feet. When she had blisters on her feet, she walked awkwardly. Indeed, Xiao Rong would rather ride a car than a horse, and would rather ride a horse than walk. He had poor physical strength, and if he had the chance, he would just stay in one place and not move.
But Yuan Baifu forced him to go up the mountain.
Before that, he had galloped with me for two days and one night.
Qu Yunmie began to regret. Before this, he had no time to think about this problem. Now that the person was back with him, he finally had the mood to regret.
He regretted agreeing to let Xiao Rong go with him to Ningzhou. He also regretted not agreeing to let Xiao Rong go with him to Zitong. He regretted that he had trusted the wrong person. He regretted even more that he had realized that something was wrong with Yuan Baifu, but he still didn't take it to heart.
Not only Xiao Rong was blaming himself, he was also blaming himself. He had already vaguely sensed something before Yuan Baifu set out, but he was arrogant and blind, and he did not think deeply about it, which led to the current situation.
He didn't even dare to tell Xiao Rong about this, because he had made enough mistakes and he didn't want to see the look of disappointment on Xiao Rong's face again.
Yuan Baifu's betrayal a few days ago was a heavy blow to him. He was angry and confused. He didn't understand why Yuan Baifu did this, so he wanted to come here in person to catch the traitor and get an answer. But a few days later, he no longer cared about this issue. He didn't want to know the answer. He just wanted to take revenge on him in the most vicious way in the world. At this moment, he hoped that those so-called rules of afterlife would exist. He wanted Yuan Baifu to never be reborn and suffer every day after his death.
But what you can’t see has no reality after all.
Qu Yunmie lowered his eyes, his expression becoming increasingly gloomy.
It was not enough, it was still not enough. He died so easily, Qu Yunmie did not feel any satisfaction at all.
He needs to do something else, the son should pay the father's debt, the son's debt should be paid by the father, it doesn't matter what, someone needs to bear the cost, otherwise, he will drive himself crazy sooner or later.
At this moment, Xiao Rong suddenly frowned uncomfortably. He snorted, kicked away the quilt, turned around, and hugged the source of heat beside him.
He put his hands on Qu Yunmie's legs and stuffed his head into Qu Yunmie's waist. Qu Yunmie was stunned and was about to cover him with the quilt again. Because he moved, Xiao Rong became even more unhappy. Qu Yunmie turned sideways at this time, so Xiao Rong stuffed his head into Qu Yunmie's arms.
He closed his eyes and muttered in his sleep: "Don't move, I'm breathing oxygen."
Qu Yunmie: “…”
Not understanding what oxygen inhalation meant at all, Qu Yunmie began to wonder what this strange statement was. But when he heard the next sentence, Qu Yunmie's face changed instantly.
Xiao Rong: "There was so much smoke, I was choking to death."*
When Xiao Rong woke up, his first reaction was to look around. Unlike what he expected, Qu Yunmie had not left. He was still here, and was soundly asleep. ...
After a good sleep, Xiao Rong felt better. He stood up carefully, stepped over Qu Yunmie's body, then pushed open the door and walked out.
Xiao Rong didn't even know where he lived. After he came back, he was anxious to see Qu Yunmie about his injuries, so he followed a soldier and left. When he came out, he took a good look at the place. ... It was a bit shabby.
There was no way. The good houses had been requisitioned by Shen Yangrui and others. After the Zhenbei Army broke in, these people's residences became the hardest hit areas, especially the courtyard where Shen Yangrui lived. It was now like hell on earth. It was all Qu Yunmie's work. He chopped anyone he saw, even those who had belonged to the Zuo Army. The prisoners of war took a lot of effort to brush the blood off the wall.
Xiao Rong came out and took a look. When he saw Wang Xinyong arranging matters with his soldiers, Xiao Rong walked over with an excited look on his face.
"General Wang! It's really you, General Wang!!!"
Wang Xinyong: “…………”
It would have been fine if you said this yesterday, but isn't it a bit weird to say it today?
In Wang Xinyong's eyes, he had never been very familiar with Xiao Rong. After all, they had never spoken to each other for a long time. Moreover, he always felt that Xiao Rong had something against him, otherwise why would he always send him to do things that would embarrass him. ...
He turned around and smiled awkwardly at Xiao Rong: "Xiao Situ, are you feeling better?"
Xiao Rong was stunned when he heard this. Suddenly, he remembered the attack he had suffered in Hanzhong. He opened his mouth slightly and asked Wang Xinyong after a while: "General Wang, are you asking about the wound on my head?"
Wang Xinyong: “Uh…”
It's not that specific. Xiao Rong was kidnapped, so he must have some health problems. What's more, it snowed last night. He didn't know how much suffering he had endured with that bastard Yuan Baifu.
But Wang Xinyong also knew that Xiao Rong had a wound on his head, so he nodded: "Yes, and the wound on your head, has the doctor checked it?"
Xiao Rong did not answer but asked: "How do you know I have a wound on my head?"
Wang Xinyong: “…”
Although there was not much change on Xiao Rong's face, Wang Xinyong could feel that he was unhappy.
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