MTL - Song in the Peach Blossoms-Chapter 11 Fireworks in March

There is only one wound in Xie Zhaoxuan, on the left side of the waist, three inches long, caused by the sword, the wound is crisp and neat, in one go. He is lucky, and the sword is further punctured two millimeters, which will cut the arteries. Then he will pass through the round.

He is **** and shocking. I am rushing to stop bleeding. The blood couldn't stop, and it flowed out of my fingers. My heart twitched like a violent, panic swollen my mind.

At that time, Xie Zhaozhen still had some consciousness. Suddenly reached out and touched my face and said, "Nothing. Don't cry, don't cry."

I said, "Give me honestly! Who is crying!"

Finishing your face and rubbing your face.

When I finished the wound for him, Xie Zhaozhen was already in a coma.

He asked me who I want to give, and I hope someone can give me some antibiotics.

The strange thing is that the blood around his wound is glowing with orange light, like a fluorescent powder. I threw the drenched blood into the fire, and the flames slammed and creaked like a fireworks.

I remember this phenomenon. I immediately found the Qiuyang transcript and turned to the chapter of the toxic war: "Nanling is poisonous, the name is 'fireworks in March', take the thorns, lily of the valley, belladonna, hook kiss... with the dew, 虮The blood of the child...the drug is poisonous and slow, and the period of the period is from six months to three years. In the early stage of the poisoning, the posture is full, and then the blood is vomiting, the fever is low, the whole body is painful, the limbs are weak and forgetful. The poisonous hair is in March, and the oil is exhausted. This poison can be suppressed, the method is ... the method of thorough understanding, see "Astronomical Mind"..."

I am angry with my mother, but this poison did not write detoxification method! One content is divided into two halves, just like an advertisement in the news network!

Fortunately, this poison is not a death, and Xie Zhaoxuan’s life is still not lost. But his pulse is so scary, Zhang Laotou said that this is a symptom of priming poisoning, and the needle can be relieved. Although my acupuncture is a mess, but I continue to do this, I am worried that he will come to a bleeding cerebral hemorrhage, then it will be back to heaven. So I had to bite my head on the battlefield.

Xie Zhaoxuan has many old scars on his body, some are sharp injuries, and some seem to be arrow wounds. And it seems that the age is long, and many only leave a little white. On the shoulder alone, there was a long sword wound that leaned over the butterfly bone. Although it had already healed, the skin was still tangled, and it was very shocking.

I was very shocked, but I didn't think much about it. I quickly applied it to him according to what I wrote on the medical book. Those acupuncture points are very embarrassing, and there are many that I have never heard of. The hands are full of sweat, and the needles keep shaking, and I am afraid that I will be sent to Xitian directly.

Yunxiang worriedly called me: "Miss, is it okay?"

I took a deep breath. calm! calm! There is no clinical internship.

After finishing the needle, it is almost sweaty, and then the pulse seems to be much more stable. I breathed a sigh of relief, my heart: Son, God bless you!

Xie Zhaoxuan had a lot of blood loss. I had no way to give him infusion. I only had brown sugar water and gave him a little bit to feed the afternoon. Then he gave the good blood to the blood, and he poured it into the soup. He also knew that he was swallowing and the problem was not serious.

I still can't sleep, stay by his bed. I have little clinical experience, I have never encountered this poison, I am worried that there will be changes, and I am afraid that his wound will have a fever.

Xie Zhaoxuan seems to be slang, I am close, I heard him say: "...Hua..."

I am angry: "If you don't want to worry about your sister, you will be honest in the future."

Xie Zhaozhen is screaming again, I will listen again: "...eight treasure duck..."

A drop of cold sweat.

Really, in the middle of the night, Xie Zhaozhen began to have a fever.

I applied it to my forehead with a wet wipe, but it didn't work at all. He burned his face flushed, kept swearing, and the wounds that had been bandaged began to ooze again, and the limbs were weakly twitching. The immune system and toxins are undergoing aggression and defending counterattacks in the body.

I grabbed Yunxiang and asked: "Is there a liquor at home? Go get it!"

The voice just fell and the door knocked.

I asked nervously: "Who?"

"It's me." Song Zijing's voice sounded.

I didn't have time to think about how he would come, jumped up and rushed to open the door.

The moonlight outside was on my **** clothes, and Song Zijing’s expression was a little scared.

My voice is crying: "Sir, my second brother..."

Song Zijing hurried to the bed, a pulse, a dignified look, hidden chill.

I said, "I am going to find liquor."

Song Zijing grabbed me: "I am going, you are watching him."

I nodded in confusion.

Song Zijing stared at me and suddenly took my face and said to me one word at a time: "Don't be afraid, nothing, calm down."

I nodded in no doubt. He let me go, and the figure disappeared into the night.

A few minutes later, Song Zijing came to two big jars. At least three or forty pounds per bat, he is like two fish, walking light and physique and moving quickly, and then enter the house.

As soon as I saw it, I poured out the wine and diluted it. Yunxiang is still a little girl, and I sent it to the side helper. I kept the body with Xie Zhaozhen with Song Zijing.

Song Zijing asked me while rubbing: "Do you know who did it?"

"I don't know." I said, "When he came back, he would be like this. If he didn't say anything, he would fall. He was poisoned."

"What?" Song Zijing was shocked.

I pointed to the wound of Xie Zhaoxuan: "It is fireworks in March. There is no way to write detoxification on the yangyang transcript. I can only suppress the needle temporarily."

Song Zijing has a dark face, "A good fireworks in March!"

I want to ask if the Qin family did it, but I feel that this is not the time to discuss this matter, then concentrate on giving Xie Zhaozhen a body, and at the same time give him a cover.

The heart was shocked and trembled for a long time. Xie Zhaoxuan’s body temperature began to drop. I was relieved and thought that I would not have to tie him into a hedgehog. The method of physical cooling I have is that if you burn to 40 degrees, you have to give him salt water to fill the sausage. Xie Er’s classmates are lucky, so I don’t have to thoroughly observe his “Jade Body”.

I didn’t know when I fell asleep. When I woke up, it was already bright. I was sleeping in bed in a blood coat, and Yunxiang sat next to dozing.

I woke her up and asked, "What about people?"

Yun Xiang blinked his eyes and said: "Mr. Song did not light up and took the second master. He said that it was inconvenient for you to go back to the academy. He also said that the lady can wake up and can visit."

I took a shower, and Yun Yunxiang took all the **** clothes and sneaked away, then went to see Xie Zhaoxuan.

Song Zijing lived in the small yard behind the academy. It was very simple and truly conformed to the poor and elegant image of a literati. Although I am now doubting that he is a regular literati.

Song Zijing had a small screaming song called Song San. When he saw me, he made a gesture: "Mr. went out and said that Miss Si came and went straight into the house."

I asked: "How is the second young master?"

"Already awake, I ate something and slept. Mr. Four, don't worry about Miss Four, people in Xiefu still don't know."

I walked into the house.

The spring sun is slanting in, and Xie Zhaozhen is sitting on the bed exhaustedly. The beautiful face is full of distressing paleness. His eyes are still bright, and his mouth is a little smile. He said to me softly: "You Come on."

I stared at him, my eyes flashing, and the sight of last night emerged. An impulsive feeling surged and made me feel awkward. I took a deep breath: "Hello hahaha!!!!! You wear red underwear!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ”

Xie Zhao's face is like a sacred altar bite his teeth: "I am the year of my son!!!!"

I still laughed, and combined with the actual situation last night: "Red panties, red panties! Bloody style!"

Xie Zhao is angry: "Are you finished?"

I sang: "If this is the case, please don't sorrow..." Then I was flying by a pillow.

Song San Duan came to tea and snacks, and we both sat down and talked.

I asked: "Do you know the fireworks in March?"

Xie Zhaoxuan nodded and smiled bitterly: "I am too big."

I said, "I can't die anyway. I will earn more time. But, where is the Astronomical Heart?"

Xie Zhaoxuan shook his head: "Probably in the hands of his disciples. There are three rumors of his rumors, and they are all uncertain."

I pouted. Astronomical mind? I hope that Zhang’s father will explain the detoxification method of fireworks in March when he elaborates that Pluto is a dwarf planet.

I said, "Who is so insidious, this poison makes you look like you are indulgent and exhausted."

Xie Zhaoxuan facial twitch: "Thank you for your image description."

I patted the cake scum on my hand. "In short, you have to lie on the bed in the past few days. I opened a prescription for blood. When I called Xiao Sanlu to you, then, you are not at home for a few days. How can you care for you?"

Xie Zhaoxuan said: "You don't know what you are doing. You are busy writing a book, and my mother is busy marrying you out."

When he said it, he reminded me, "I don't want to go to the palace, brother, you have to help me!"

Xie Zhaoxuan stretched his hand and pinched my face: "I know. I don't want you to go where you eat. You are my little sister."

I also clenched his hand and kissed him.

Xie Zhaozhen promised to say in general: "I will not let you live a life you do not want."

My heart was warm, I was about to speak, and suddenly I heard the voice of Xie Zhaoxuan.

"Three children, what about your husband?"

Song Sandao: "Mr. went out. What happened to Miss San, despite the instructions, when Mr. is back, the small must tell."

Xie Zhaozhen is somewhat unhappy: "How come out again?"

Her treasure bottle was slammed: "Yeah, it’s been ten times, but it’s eight times. I see someone looking for Mr. Song, but I can’t find it. Don’t hide from our lady?”

I and Xie Zhaozhen did not dare to go out in the room. He also listened to Xie Zhaoxuan’s voice with complaints: "If he is tired of me, just say it, I will never come again."

Please, Song Zijing is not alive and impatient.

As a result, I heard Xie Zhaoxuan said, "I am waiting for him here today, until he returns."

It seems that she is ironic.

Xie Zhaoxuan came over and whispered, "What should I do?"

I said, "Is there a back door here?"

"There is a wall, and the other side is the home of the king of Kyoto. Wang Daren has no hobbies, but he likes to raise dogs and hound dogs."

I shrank my neck. "Then we are still squatting."

Xie Zhaoxuan said: "But I want to solve my hand."

I am angry: "Give me a slap!"

"What sound?" The ear of the bottle is more spiritual than the dog of the king's house.

I met with Xie Zhaozhen, I made a mouthful for him: / You are hiding! /

/ Where to hide? / He is more than painting.

Song Zijing's dormitory can be described by the four walls of the family. This person is living in a feudal society, but living a life of a member.

Outside the head, Xie Zhaozhen said: "Is there anyone in the house?"

Song San quickly said: "Nobody. Mr. Song did go out."

"No, I obviously heard the sound coming from inside."

"How come? Miss San is wrong..."

I was so anxious that I suddenly looked at the bottom of the bed: / Go on! /

/ bed bottom? / Xie Zhaozhen is unbelievable.

I seem to hear the footsteps of Xie Zhaoxuan approaching, can't wait so much, and pick up Xie Zhaoxuan and put him under the bed. The door slammed, and I just had time to kick him in.

"Xiaohua?" Xie Zhao was stunned.

Chong Xie Zhaozhen reveals a friendly smile: "Three sisters, it’s so good."

Xie Zhaozhen is not friendly, she is suspicious: "How come you are here?"

"I..." My eyes slammed into the snack plate on the table, and I was in a hurry. "I sent Mr. Song a snack."

After three seconds, I regretted this statement. Because I saw the chilly light that my dear sister had in her eyes when she saw a woman seeing her rival.

"You come to give him a snack?"

I was probably scared by her eyes, and I added a sentence: "Do you not send it often?"

Aquarius and Song San look at me, and look at Xie Zhaozhen, very interesting to retreat to the house.

Xie Zhaozhen smiled stiffly: "It turns out."

I finally thought of a common saying by the people: "It's not what you think."

Xie Zhaoxuan stared at me and smiled and said, "I know. My sister just came to thank Mr. Song for his teachings for many days."

I pushed the boat and quickly nodded: "Yes, yes. That's it."

Xie Zhaoxiao laughed and said nothing, and he was very surprised. I suddenly hit a spirit and suddenly realized:

"That, I will leave. Don't bother."

Xie Zhaozhen was satisfied with a smile.

I escaped and smoked my sweat. Good risk, good risk!

I have never used Xie Zhao as a vase. In fact, aristocratic women like her who grew up in traditional women's education have a smooth and powerful political wrist. Everything she has learned before is to adapt to the court life, and the emperor's wife is an industry with a very high risk factor. She is about to work in this industry, she will never sleep like "Qi Shi" like me, or take the "Women" to catch mosquitoes. The struggle between women and women is the subject of her lifelong research. With her diligence and wisdom, she is obviously an excellent scholar and practitioner.

And in this family, although we are sisters, her status is actually much higher than mine, which is why I have always been friends with her. Such a unique sister has a conflict with me. Who will be the one who suffers?

I continued to wipe my sweat and prayed that Comrade Xie Zhaozhen was rescued from under the bed as soon as possible.

Guanyin Bodhisattva, Hallelujah, son, please take me home!