The pair of eyes stared at the grass for a long time.
It was only when she saw Lin Che's frail body trembling that she hesitantly walked out.
It was a young girl wearing coarse linen clothes with a dirty face.
She stood in front of Lin Che and looked at the bloodstains all over his body. She wrinkled her nose slightly.
After that.
She shifted her gaze to the ghost mask on Lin Che's face.
The thought of removing her mask quickly formed in her heart.
However, she gave up on this idea in the next second. Instead, she shifted her gaze to a long knife stuck in the soil beside her.
She walked over and held the knife with her slender hands. Her beautiful eyes gradually turned cold.
Suddenly.
"Father, mother…"
A soft murmur sounded.
The girl's large eyes were startled, and she gradually let go of the hilt.
Then, she turned to look at Lin Che and fell into a daze for a long time.
In the end.
She squatted down and touched Lin Che's forehead.
A cold feeling entered her palm.
The young girl frowned slightly and was lost in thought for a long time.
The rain gradually stopped.
The girl came back to her senses, as if she had made a major decision. She first pouted and pulled out the somewhat heavy Mo Sword, then gritted her teeth and dragged it far away.
Then, he returned to Lin Che's side and grabbed his clothes by his shoulders. Using all his strength, he dragged Lin Che towards a tree.
"So heavy…"
Even though Lin Che was only twelve years old and his body was a little thin, in the eyes of the girl, he was still a 'heavy object' that was difficult to move.
"Phew!"
After much effort, the girl finally dragged Lin Che to a tree.
This place was slightly higher and there were weeds. It was much drier than other places.
After dragging Lin Che to the tree and helping him lean against it, the young lady reached out to check Lin Che's forehead.
"It's so hot!"
Lin Che's forehead had been ice-cold before, but now it was burning hot.
Without a doubt, he had a fever.
The young girl's brows were tightly knitted together as she squatted down beside Lin Che, her hands supporting her cheeks in distress.
Of course, she knew that with Lin Che's image and the major incident that had happened in Chang 'an today, it would be very dangerous to drag Lin Che to the clinic or call a doctor.
She was lost in thought for a long time like before. She turned to look at Lin Che, her eyes suddenly filled with a complicated expression.
Her fingers trembled as she took off Lin Che's blood-stained and wet coat. She then hugged Lin Che tightly and used her body temperature to give him a little warmth.
"This is the only way. I don't know what to do either…"
The young girl muttered softly.
Under the tree, a pair of shadows slept together.
The sky gradually regained a trace of clarity, no longer shrouded in dark clouds like before.
Although there were no stars, at least it made people feel relieved.
It was unknown if it was because of the nightmare or the high fever, but Lin Che kept trembling in the girl's arms.
As for the young girl.
She could only hold Lin Che tighter with worry and distress on her face.
...
Morning.
The white fog was gradually dispersed by the sunlight. The clear sky seemed to indicate that the haze of yesterday had dissipated.
The commoners who stuck their heads out of the windows and doors revealed smiles on their faces.
Although there were still soldiers guarding the alleys, and the search and vigilance had not ended, all the people in Chang 'an believed that the storm yesterday had passed!
That was true.
Which assassination would happen in a row?
After an assassination, the entire Chang 'an was under martial law. As long as the assassin was not a fool, he should have disappeared or fled Chang' an long ago.
How could he continue to commit crimes?
"Come out! Come out! Finding assassins is the business of the soldiers. What does it have to do with us commoners? Let's continue to go out on the streets, sell what we need to sell, and go shopping!”
"Right, the soldiers are now on sentry duty every five to ten steps. Assassins don't dare to appear again!”
As the shouts rang out, many figures, either pushing small carts or bringing their children along, happily went onto the street.
After all.
Yesterday's incident, the assassin was obviously targeting the princess's wedding and had nothing to do with the commoners.
Puzhao Temple, back mountain.
In his sleep, Lin Che felt himself lying in a very soft and fragrant embrace.
His heart tightened and he woke up.
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