Marry another wife, the mistress of the marquisate will not serve you anymore

Song Wanyin watched Xiao Jingheng's tall body lean back, and hurriedly pulled him into her arms, letting his head fall on her shoulder.

"Brother? Brother, hold on!"

Xiao Jingheng felt a burning pain in his eyes, and he felt the poison in his body spreading very quickly. Soon half of his body was paralyzed and he could not move. He collapsed powerlessly in her soft arms.

"Junior Sister, I'm afraid I can't hold on any longer."

Over the years, no knives, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hatchets, hooks or forks could hurt him at all.

Only when encountering something related to her would he be distracted and lose his composure for a moment.

Song Wanyin felt his body sinking continuously, and she held him tightly with her hands with increasing difficulty to prevent him from falling.

"Brother, I won't let anything happen to you."

She quickly glanced around and saw that Tiancheng had been rescued by Jing Mo, and Huai Xi was fighting with a dozen masked men.

No one can help me right now, but my senior brother’s injury cannot be delayed any longer.

To prevent the toxin from spreading throughout the blood, it might damage the internal organs and the heart.

Suddenly, she had an idea and recalled that when her father was alive, he also suffered frequent injuries, both major and minor.

Every time, my father was afraid that my mother would be sad after seeing this, so he would hide in the study alone to heal himself.

She was still very young at that time, at the age of playing, and she accidentally witnessed this scene.

Her father was worried that she would be scared and cry, so he waved his hand, motioning her to come over for help, and personally taught her how to treat the wound.

Over time, she mastered the essentials and methods of treating knife wounds, sword wounds, poisoning and the like.

Xiao Jingheng's face was pale, his forehead was blue, his eyes were red and swollen, his lips were dark purple, and he said weakly:

"Cold. Very cold."

Song Wanyin dragged him to a remote area with great effort, let him lean against a tree trunk, away from the swords and sabers, took out a fire starter from his body, and quickly started a fire.

"Brother, are you still cold?"

Xiao Jingheng's consciousness gradually became blurred, his head tilted slightly, and his hands on his knees fell weakly to the ground.

"Brother?"

Song Wanyin was so nervous that her heart tightened. She rushed forward to check on him and found that black blood was flowing out of his wound.

No, we need to suck out the toxins from the wound as quickly as possible.

If we are a step later, it might be too late.

She didn't care about the difference between men and women, and reached out and carefully tore open Xiao Jingheng's sleeve, revealing the shocking arrow wound.

The wound had already started to become inflamed, and black blood was constantly flowing out.

She bit her lower lip, immediately turned the ring, took out a Baiqing Pill from the sapphire and swallowed it, then covered her mouth with the wound and sucked out the poisonous blood with force.

In fact, she could have released the poison and escaped long before she fell into the trap.

I didn't expect Xiao Jingheng to show up suddenly. It turned out that after he told me about this matter at home that day, he had already made plans and expected that I would follow him.

Xiao Jingheng's sword-like brows slightly frowned, and dense cold sweat oozed out of his forehead. He felt a warm mouth, which was sucking drugs to heal his wounds.

That feeling was like a stream of clear spring water was injected into the body, flowing freely in the blood and extinguishing the burning and stinging sensation.

His head tilted back slightly, revealing his slender neck. His huge Adam's apple, like a jujube, rolled up and down, revealing an expression of pain and enjoyment.

Song Wanyin inhaled the poison for a long time, but seeing that he still had no reaction, he moved closer worriedly and listened carefully to the frequency of his breathing to determine the severity of his poisoning.

As soon as she got closer, she felt a warm breath by her ear, which made her blush.

Xiao Jingheng's consciousness was sometimes clear and sometimes blurred. He vaguely felt that her face was so close to him. His Adam's apple trembled wildly and his breathing became disordered for a while.

At this moment, he even felt that his heart was about to jump out of his chest.

Song Wanyin frowned and said to herself in confusion:

"Strange, I've clearly sucked out the poisonous blood, but why is my breathing becoming more and more disordered?"

Xiao Jingheng still leaned against the tree trunk without moving, with a barely perceptible smile on the corner of his mouth.

That's pretty good too.

Song Wanyin stared at the pale face carefully, reached out and touched his forehead, and found no signs of fever. His physical characteristics and pulse, although weak, were not serious.

It seems that I need to find a clean environment nearby to help clean his wound.

At this time, Jing Mo came over with Tian Cheng. When they saw that Xiao Jingheng was injured, they were all shocked.

"My lord, my lord, please wake up!"

"Look at the dark color of Master Taifu's lips. It seems to be a sign of poisoning."

Song Wanyin didn't have time to think about it and said immediately:

“There should be some mountain people nearby. I need to quickly take my brother to find a place to stay and help him treat his wounds.

Tiancheng, you continue to track Jiang Lanyue and report to me in time if you have any news.

Jing Mo, thank you for escorting Tian Cheng all the way. Find a way to capture these masked men alive. Maybe you can get some clues.

I guess these masked men are either remnants of the rebels or hired assassins.”

Sweet Orange was still in shock and said:

"Girl, you must be careful."

Jing Mo saw that his master's injury could not be delayed, so he agreed:

"I obey your command!

After I have dealt with these major problems, I will go over and join you."

Song Wanyin called over the Ferghana horse, and with the help of Jing Mo, helped Xiao Jingheng onto the horse's back. He then straddled the horse gracefully, tightened the reins, and rode away with the whip.

Xiao Jingheng was lying sideways on the horse's back. The bumps along the way hurt him a lot, but he could only grit his teeth and hold on to the end.

Fortunately, the sky is endless.

After much trouble, Song Wanyin finally found a family in the mountains who were willing to take them in. To express his gratitude, he gave the family two gold ingots.

"I need a basin of hot water, a clean towel, some hemostatic plasters and white cloth strips, urgently."

The mountain man had never seen gold ingots in his life, and his eyes smiled into crescent shapes. He immediately placed them in an empty house and prepared everything she needed.

The night is slightly cool, and the candlelight flickers red.

Song Wanyin wet the handkerchief and carefully cleaned the wounds on Xiao Jingheng's eyes and arms, applied medicine on him, and bandaged him simply.

"Brother, please wake up quickly.

Otherwise, I would feel even more guilty.”

After the bumpy ride, Xiao Jingheng was forced to wake up many times. Although his consciousness was restored, his body was unresponsive due to the residual toxins.

In normal days, we have experienced all kinds of storms and waves, so this minor injury is nothing to worry about.

However, he greedily wanted to gain some love from Song Wanyin.