Chapter 617
Agate Earrings, Self-Healing
Chapter 617 Agate Earrings, Self-Healing
The tranquility of those two attics was finally shattered by the sound of breaking wooden windows.
When Uncle Chen arrived and saw his friend's son while arresting people, the sky seemed to fall. He saw that Li Xian was still holding a broken piece of crossbow bolt in his hand, and his face was pale. He knew that he could not hide it from the crowd.
"My lord, please forgive me. I... I don't know how word got out that I had imprisoned the criminals involved. Sheng must have been misled by someone and mistakenly believes that their grandfather's arrest is to execute them. There must be some misunderstanding here..."
Where is Chen Sheng?
Chen Bo paused. Li Xian's voice was neither calm nor indifferent, but the fact that he addressed Yan Sheng as Chen Sheng meant that he knew everything about Yan Sheng's background... and as an adult, he was most averse to having anyone around him keeping secrets from him.
When Chen Bo saw that Li Xian was clutching the broken piece of wood in his hand, with bloodstains on the end and his knuckles white from gripping it so tightly, he shuddered. "...This subordinate will definitely bring the unfilial son before you, sir, to await your judgment!" He knelt down. "A good friend entrusted his son to me, but I have neglected to discipline him all these years, letting him run wild in Lingcheng!...I only beg you, sir, to show leniency for my loyalty in Zhao!"
He lowered his head, not hearing the adults' words, but saw a drop of blood fall to the ground and land on the peach blossoms in the mud. The blood had flowed from Li Xian's palm.
Uncle Chen finally realized what was happening.
Before dealing with Chen Sheng, he anxiously conveyed the secret order to search to Li Xian, which pointed to what answer?
They found no trace of Ying Hehua in the Sword Gorge they searched.
Li Xian knew perfectly well that the reason he was still panting was because of her!
He stared at the arrow marks on the peach tree, and in that instant, he suddenly realized the source of his vague unease!
The books left behind by Mo Qi are not nonsense, nor are they fiction.
In his previous life, after his father and he were cut in half at the waist, Qin quickly fell. Besides Hu Hai's tyranny, the only other reason was the remnants of the nobles from the six former states.
How can the hatred of national subjugation be erased?
They could never forgive the hatred of the Qin Dynasty for destroying their country and their homes, and they would never reconcile with the emperor who ordered the destruction of their country!
Li Xian finally realized how ridiculous his previous thoughts had been.
He believed that by adding to the winning side she marked in the book after she lost her memory, he was essentially giving her freedom.
He underestimated hatred.
Yes, Li Xian was someone who destroyed many things in his previous life.
He should know best, he should understand best, that in certain choices, love is not as important as anything else...
But the power of love is far from enough to overcome hatred!
Over the years, Zhang Liang disappeared and reappeared repeatedly, struggling and suffering. Because he never forgot the state of Han, nor for a moment for his father's death in Qin prison.
Zhang Liang's lifelong goal was revenge.
Li Xian saw the broken wooden arrow on the ground and the scratches on the window frame.
Li Xian suddenly felt that he was so pathetic and foolish that he couldn't even come up with a foolproof plan to protect her.
One person's possession of all memories becomes a constraint, while the other receives too little information.
"Strategist, you knew Li Xian's identity all along. What exactly are you planning to do?"
"You want to kill him? You also hate the Qin officials? He also arrested your family members? If so, of course you can plot to kill him!"
As she stepped out of the window, she gave him a smug smile, a smile that was almost identical to one from years ago, and her words were absolutely resolute.
"But, you surnamed Song, you're dreaming if you think you can use me!"
Zhang Liang hated Ying Hehua's identity countless times, yet he couldn't help but fall in love with her soul.
again and again.
When Yue Ren told him that he hadn't found her downstairs, the little girl surnamed Yu cried and said, "Sister Xu Zhi has been taken away," and gave him a red earring that she had dropped.
Upon seeing the agate earring, he finally admitted that his blood had turned to ice.
He recalled the plum blossoms in the snow at Zhilan Palace, and the red agate pendant she wore on her forehead. Its intense beauty made Zhang Liang afraid to look at it for long, but she persisted, asking, "What's wrong, sir? Do you not like me wearing such a red ornament?"
He said it was because on the day Korea fell, she was wearing a crimson princess robe, which blocked his escape route.
She took two steps, opened her big, bright eyes, and said in a way that was both innocent and cruel, "Actually, I quite like it... However, as long as you are willing to stay in Qin and be my father's subject, I won't wear it in front of you anymore. But I think you will think it over carefully, so I will just keep wearing it."
Later, on the eve of his mission to Wei, she ripped off the agate from her forehead and threw herself into his arms. "You're going to Wei, and I'm going to Chu. My mother cried. She told me Chu is far away, and she hasn't gotten used to living there for years. I said I wasn't afraid of anything. But Zifang, do you know? Actually, I am afraid. I'm afraid of losing you, afraid of you leaving Qin... If I weren't a princess of Qin, I really wanted to be reckless..."
The red agate in his palm was incredibly heavy.
He took her fear that he would leave Qin as her worry that he would not remain subservient forever.
Soon, he will learn the root cause of this. How could he bear to see her end up in the same prison, the same shackles, the same pain, and the same deep-seated hatred as him!
“Strategist, this is the Great Shaman of our Yue tribe. The Great Shaman once associated with your teacher and has long admired your reputation. He wishes to have a talk with you.”
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It was raining heavily.
Xu Zhi didn't know how far she had gone; the Zheng Kingdom, far away at Lingqu, became one of the few people she could recall at that moment.
She had no identity or credentials, and under martial law, it would be difficult for her to leave Lingcheng.
The thatched hut was teetering on the brink of collapse, its roof constantly leaking. Several simply dressed people from Lingcheng were taking shelter inside, along with a merchant who looked like he was traveling from out of town.
Xu Zhi's hand hurts, she needs medicine.
But she didn't have anything of value on her body.
She noticed that the traveling merchant also seemed hesitant, and soon his gaze seemed to fall on her ear.
She suddenly remembered that on the night Li Xian took office, he gave her a set of clothes, and the one she was still wearing now was this pair of red earrings.
She has abrasions on her arm that were soaked by the rain, and they hurt terribly. If she doesn't apply medicine in time, they'll probably get infected.
She touched it and found there was only one left. Without thinking, she took it off. "Can I use this to pay for the medicine?"
The merchant's eyes lit up. He quickly took the bag from her hand, held it in the air for a few seconds, and then looked her over. Many nobles had migrated over the years, so she must be the lost daughter of some nobleman. He exclaimed with delight, "That's perfect, that's perfect!"
As he spoke, he rummaged through the basket slung over the donkey's back and finally pulled out a yellow wooden box.
She held it in one hand; it was quite heavy.
The box was filthy on the outside, and looked like it came from an unknown source... The merchant opened it, and the ointment inside was dark and the color of pickled vegetables, but it didn't have any strange smell...
"Please don't be disgusted, young lady! This is a highly renowned healing medicine made by a great shaman; there's probably only one box left in the world! I see your injury is quite serious, I guarantee it will work for you!"
Xu Zhi has taken and used a lot of medicine. It's safe to say this is some kind of decoction, and it's not poisonous.
There were two small jars like that in the box; they were quite exquisite.
She glanced at the earring in the merchant's hand, unable to estimate its value, and said half-jokingly, "The person who gave me the earring is no ordinary person. This item is worthless. I'll take both boxes of medicine."
The merchant pretended to examine it, then gave it to her.
After she left.
A colleague remarked, "These days, medicine is a scarce commodity."
The merchant clicked his tongue smugly and told his companions, "I've left quite a bit of that witch doctor's medicine with me. Look at this red agate, it's worth more than a month's profit for me!"
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The rain stopped shortly afterward.
She was much more lucid and dared not contact the people of Lingcheng, fearing that Li Xian would find her and that the strategist surnamed Song would capture her and take her back to Jianxia. So she hid behind the thatched hut to treat her wounds.
Xu Zhi rolled up her sleeve, revealing a rather gruesome wound, about an inch long, abruptly imprinted on her forearm. She didn't have time to wail about the unsightly scar it would leave on her arm; she was only relieved that she hadn't broken her arm.
She realized the bleeding was from a cut caused by a piece of broken wood... and breathed a sigh of relief, "The captain once said that as long as it's not a piece of metal, you won't get tetanus... thank goodness!"
……team leader?
She didn't recall the archaeological team leader, but felt that her choice of words was rather strange, seemingly related to the person in the Zhongshan suit.
But her current situation didn't allow her to think about it too much.
She wiped away the rain and blood around the wound, gritted her teeth, put a piece of cloth in her mouth, and picked out the broken barb from the wound...
One, two... a total of four, numb, and in so much pain she was drenched in sweat.
With trembling hands, she opened the box, scooped out a piece of ointment, and slowly applied it with two fingers...
She was very familiar with bandaging.
After treating her injuries, she was exhausted and rested for a long time before she could recover.
Only then did she realize someone was watching her, and she opened her eyes warily... It was the same group of farmers who had taken shelter from the rain earlier.
"Look how tough that girl is. She's bleeding so much, but she hasn't said a word."
A woman's voice came through the suffocating words, "...Madam, madam, your technique is so skillful. We haven't been able to find a doctor. Please, please, could you please treat my mother's injuries?"