I have been farming since I crossed over.

Yang Mingxi said nothing, waved her hand, and followed Lu Da away.

At the hour of Mao, the sky was like a dark jade, reflecting the uneven ground, making it impossible to see anything clearly.

Yang Mingxi clenched the water-soaked straw rope in her hands, her knuckles turning blue and white from the force.

Behind her were over fifty guards, all carrying bags, their swords at their waists gleaming coldly in the darkness. Behind them were fifty villagers, each holding a sickle and hoe.

Lu Da's words before leaving weighed heavily on my heart: "We must reach Eagle's Beak Cliff at the beginning of the morning hour. If we are late, we will miss the opportunity to administer the medicine to the general's wound."

Yang Mingxi's heart tightened, "Where was he injured? When did it happen?"

Yang Mingxi didn't dare to ask too much and just got a brief understanding.

"Madam, I was accidentally shot in the shoulder during the sneak attack on New Year's Eve. I'm much better now, but I'm out of medicine. I'll go around and buy some later."

Lu Da didn't want to tell Yang Mingxi at first, but he was afraid that his wife would get angry when she saw Lu Jintang's injuries, so he pretended to mention it lightly.

After hearing this, Yang Mingxi was no longer so anxious.

"No need to go around buying wound medicine. The ones we have are enough for about 1000 people for three days. The ones Lu Liu arranged for should also arrive in three days."

Lu Da was extremely happy. He had thought that his wife would not come empty-handed, and sure enough, "Madam, you are so foresighted. Let's hurry on our way. The more people we have, the bigger the conspicuous. It will be easy to expose our whereabouts at daybreak."

Everyone followed Lu Da's steps and walked towards the mountain.

Chunhua called Zhang Xiaoju, Wu Dayu and Duan Mei to come forward, and asked them to stand beside her, supporting her from time to time.

The mountain path turned as steeply as a ruler, and there was no telling how much slippery moss was hidden under the rotten leaves.

The younger third daughter of the Yan family misstepped and fell towards the cliff. The medicinal herbs she was carrying scraped against the rugged rocks, and half a handful of white angelica spilled out like broken silver.

Lu Da spun around and grabbed her by the back of her collar, his boots leaving two deep marks in the mud. "Shut up! There are mandrills crying in the woods at night."

As everyone held their breath, they heard strange laughter coming from the distant tree branches, which startled a few roosting birds.

"Everyone, be careful with your steps. The older ones should take care of their comrades around them." Lu Da pulled Yu Sanya back and reminded her.

Halfway through the journey, Lu Da discovered that the villagers behind him were obviously unable to keep up.

Lu Da looked up at the sky. A streak of golden red had already appeared in the sky. Standing on the top of the mountain, he could already see Eagle's Beak Cliff in the distance.

The cliff is like a giant eagle spreading its wings, and half a green tent can be vaguely seen among the hanging ancient vines.

Lu Da walked around to the middle of the villagers and looked at their condition. "Everyone, hurry up. We are going downhill now. Keep up with everyone's pace and don't fall behind."

Zhu Dali also looked at the back of the team several times. Since people came out to help out of kindness, he felt embarrassed to urge them.

Gu Ji, who was feeling dizzy from walking, looked up at the front of the team after hearing what Lu Da said, then turned around and looked behind him, and cheered up, "Yes, it will be much easier to go downhill, don't fall behind!" After that, he hurried to the front.

A quarter of an hour later, everyone reached the cliff halfway up the mountain. Ropes were needed to help them get from here to Eagle's Beak Cliff.

Yang Mingxi took off the fire starter from his waist and lit it, then drew the bamboo whistle from his sleeve in the light - three short and one long, which was the secret code of the Lu Mansion.

In a moment, a soft ladder made of thick rattan was thrown down from the green tent. A copper bell tied to the top of the ladder swung softly: "Miss Yang, you came in a hurry. The general is having a fever."

Yang Mingxi's heart tightened and she climbed up the ladder anxiously.

The soft ladder swayed as it brushed against the thorns on the cliff edge. When Yang Mingxi was halfway up, he suddenly heard the sound of porcelain breaking from the tent above his head.

Then came Lu Jintang's breathless scolding: "No need to change! This injury won't kill anyone..."

Before the sound fell, it turned into a suppressed groan.

Yang Mingxi's heart tightened, and she clasped the rattan with her fingertips and jumped onto the platform. She saw the flickering candlelight in the tent, and Lu Jintang leaning on the bed with a white cloth soaked in blood wrapped around his right shoulder. There was half a cup of medicine broken on the table.

"Atang!" Yang Mingxi rushed over and held down his hand as he tried to get up. His palm was surprisingly hot when she touched it.

Chunhua had quickly spread out the medicine bag, and when Duan Mei was holding the mortar to pound the medicine, the copper pestle hit the edge of the mortar, making a clinking sound.

Lu Jintang looked at the gradually brightening sky outside the tent and suddenly grabbed Yang Mingxi's wrist. "Have you seen the old pine tree on the west side of the cliff? I hid the secret letter in the tree hole when we were attacked three days ago."

Suddenly, there was a sudden sound of pine waves outside the tent. Yang Mingxi followed her gaze and saw that the century-old pine tree was shaking off its needles in the morning breeze, like scattered gold on the ground.

She gently straightened the corner of Lu Jintang's quilt and touched the cold sword under the quilt: "First, rest and recover. When you are able to hold the sword, we will go and get it together."

Lu Jintang actually smiled when he heard this, a sickly blush spreading across his pale face. "I've been waiting for you to say this. Ah Xi, we must walk this road deep in the mountains together."

Yang Mingxi smiled and nodded, then took out the space spring water, gave some to Lu Jintang to drink, and prepared the rest to clean the wound.

As the hour of Mao was drawing to a close, the morning mist drifted over the stone table in front of the tent, muffling the sound of pounding medicine.

Outside the green tent, the evening mist spread over the Eagle's Beak Cliff, and the hot water in the copper basin inside the tent was emitting a fine mist.

Yang Mingxi untied the old cloth from Lu Jintang's shoulders, and the smell of rotten flesh mixed with pus and blood immediately spread. Duan Mei turned her head abruptly, and a dry heaving sound came out of her throat.

Lu Jintang stared at the gradually brightening sky outside the tent, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the hilt of the sword at his waist: "Today at the hour of Mao, three more groups of people came up the mountain, and their swords were all tempered with snake venom."

"Don't worry about that for now." Yang Mingxi wrung the soft towel dry in warm water. "If the wound is left untreated for another two days, I'm afraid half of my shoulder bone will be removed."

Although her voice was cold, her fingertips were as light as brushing across the strings of a guitar. She first moistened the edge of the wound with light salt water, and when the rotten flesh softened slightly, she used silver tweezers to pick up a strip of cloth covered with pus and blood.

Lu Jintang suddenly grabbed her wrist, his knuckles turning pale from the force. "How's the baby? Did it bother you?"

Yang Mingxi felt the strength of Lu Jintang's grip on her wrist. It was so painful that she wanted to change the subject.

After thinking for a while, he reached into his sleeve, took out the Ma Fei San extract that he had prepared earlier, and asked Lu Jintang to drink it.

"The baby is very well behaved. He didn't make any noise even though I was messing around outside." Yang Mingxi chatted with Lu Jintang while watching the changes in Lu Jintang's expression after he drank the medicine.

"What an obedient baby..." Before he could finish his words, Lu Jintang slowly closed his eyes.

The water in the copper basin on the stove next to her began to ripple, and Yang Mingxi looked at the candlelight swaying in the water.

He took out a dagger and quickly scraped out the pus, blood and rotten flesh on Lu Jintang's shoulder. He wrapped the pus and blood in a piece of waste cloth, then changed to a clean soft towel, dipped it in the medicine juice and gently applied it on Lu Jintang's left shoulder.

As the medicine seeped into the wound, Lu Jintang suddenly clutched the tassels in the tent, and the pearls on the tassels rolled down.

Yang Mingxi held her shoulders to prevent him from moving. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a new scar on the back of his neck, which snaked like a green snake on his pale skin.

"Don't move. It seems the Ma Fei San extract isn't doing much for you!" She took out a thin silver needle and roasted it over the fire. "We need to drain the pus deep inside."

Lu Jintang turned his head, the end of his hair brushing against the back of Yang Mingxi's hand, and his voice was as light as the twilight drifting into the tent: "Are you not afraid of blood anymore?"

"I'm afraid." Yang Mingxi stabbed the needle into the rotten flesh, his wrist steady as a rock. "But I'm even more afraid that you'll die in these deep mountains, with no one to collect your body."

Suddenly, a night owl cried loudly outside the tent, and Duan Mei came in with a freshly prepared flesh-growing ointment, the copper spoon clinking against the earthenware jar.

Lu Jintang looked at Yang Mingxi's drooping eyelashes, and suddenly remembered that when he met Yang Mingxi on the mountain next to the sea last year, her eyes were also filled with coldness, but when she saw the blood on her brother's body, they became burning hot, and then she fainted.

"Axi." Lu Jintang let her wrap her shoulders with layers of gauze, and suddenly grabbed her fingertips stained with medicine, "After this matter is settled, come back to the capital with me.

I'll take you to see the lotus flowers in the Humble Administrator's Garden, and see the boats with lanterns lit on the bow selling sweet osmanthus porridge..."

Before he finished speaking, three long and two short rapid sounds of a bamboo whistle were heard outside the tent.

Yang Mingxi instantly grabbed Lu Jintang's shoulders and pushed him back onto the bed, while pulling out the dagger from her sleeve.