Siheyuan: tomb robbing? I am serious about hunting.

Chapter 1051 Dai Zheng

It grew farther and farther away, finally disappearing into the brilliant sunset glow. Lin Mo stood there, gazing at the sky, a relieved smile playing on her lips. She knew the little girl could finally leave in peace. She turned and walked towards the wonton stall, her steps much lighter. The setting sun stretched her shadow very long, and the air seemed to still carry the sweet scent of orange candy. When she returned to the wonton stall, the aunt next door had already set up her shop in perfect order. "Xiao Mo, you're back! Business is pretty good today," the aunt said with a smile. "Thank you, Auntie," Lin Mo replied with a smile, feeling warm inside. She walked into the shop, carefully placed the piece of candy she had found in a small box, and then placed it in the most conspicuous place on the counter. She thought that perhaps in the future, souls like the little girl would come here again, carrying their unfulfilled wishes, and she would, like today, do her best to help them. Late at night, the lights of the wonton stall seemed particularly warm on the old street. Lin Mo sat at her desk, gazing out the window at the night sky. The stars twinkled, as if smiling at her. She knew her grandmother was right. The ability to see ghosts might be a debt, but this debt gave her the opportunity to warm those cold souls and fulfill those unfulfilled wishes. Perhaps this was the true meaning of her special ability. It felt like holding a rare treasure. The evening breeze blew, bringing a hint of coolness, wafting away some of her fatigue. Just then, the candy wrapper in Lin Mo's hand suddenly floated from her palm, like a ethereal butterfly, swirling and soaring into the sky. She looked up, her gaze following the orange-yellow wrapper. In a trance, she imagined a figure in a blue cotton jacket bouncing after them. The red string of her pigtails traced a warm arc in the setting sun, and the cellophane wrapping still shone a vibrant orange in the light. "Found it," Lin Mo whispered softly to the deserted street corner, her voice filled with joy and relief. She carefully held the candy in her palm. From then on, no one in the army dared to underestimate this marquis' wife. The soldiers looked at her with more admiration in their eyes, and every time they saw her, they would salute respectfully. Captain Zhao was even more grateful to her, and often sent some wild game and dried fruits from outside the pass to express his gratitude. "Speaking of which, Captain Zhao also sent some wild honey today." Xiao Heng seemed to remember something and took out an oil-paper bag from his arms. The paper bag was carefully wrapped in several layers of oil paper. When it was opened, a sweet fragrance instantly filled the air. "It is said that his wife asked someone to bring it from her hometown, and sent it to you specially to moisten your throat." The honey was golden in color and thick in texture, and it looked very tempting. Shen Qingci had been busy taking care of the wounded these days, and she had talked too much, so her voice had long been hoarse. She was about to reach out to take it when a sharp horn suddenly sounded outside the tent. "Woo-woo-woo—woo—" The sharp, rapid blast of the horn pierced the quiet of the camp, carrying an unmistakable sense of urgency. The two men exchanged glances, a solemn look in their eyes. Xiao Heng reacted with remarkable speed, turning almost the instant the horn sounded to retrieve his armor hanging from the tent wall. His movements were fluid, his years of military service accustomed to such unexpected situations. With a resounding "swish," the heavy armor plates clashed with each other, making a crisp sound. Xiao Heng quickly donned his armor and grabbed the spear lying nearby, the shaft warm from his grip. Just as he was about to turn and dash out of the tent, Shen Qingci grabbed his sleeve. "Xiao Heng," she raised her head, her gaze clear and resolute, and stood on tiptoe to secure his loosened helmet tassel. She removed the long-withered peach blossom, which Xiao Heng had carefully preserved, and replaced it with a freshly picked wild chrysanthemum. The wild chrysanthemums were in full bloom, their bright yellow petals trembling slightly in the wind, full of tenacious vitality. "I'm making your favorite tangerine peel tea in the tent, waiting for you to come back." Xiao Heng looked at himself in her eyes, his throat rolling slightly, thousands of words stuck in his heart, and finally turned into a heavy nod. He knew that any words would be redundant at this moment. When he turned around, the clashing of armor was particularly clear in the silent tent, and every step seemed to be stepping on Shen Qingci's heart. Shen Qingci looked at the swaying shadow of the tent door, and only slowly withdrew his gaze until the shadow completely disappeared from his sight. She silently stuffed the bag of wild honey into the bottom layer of the medicine box, where there were some things she specially prepared for Xiao Heng - his favorite candied fruits, knee pads she sewed overnight, and a small bottle of ointment to prevent frostbite. The sound of the horn still echoed in every corner of the camp, followed by shouts, the clinking of armor, the neighing of war horses... A fierce battle had already begun. Shen Qingci took a deep breath, suppressed her worries, and sat back at the wooden desk. She knew that all she could do now was to guard the military medical tent and provide support for the soldiers fighting so bravely. She laid out the medicine she had prepared long ago and boiled a pot of hot water, waiting for the wounded to arrive. As time passed, the fighting outside the tent became more and more intense, sometimes high-pitched, sometimes low, like a tragic war song. Shen Qingci's heart rose and fell with the sound, and every clash of weapons made her heart jump. As the night deepened, the wind grew stronger, mixed with the faint smell of blood. Finally, the sound of chaotic footsteps and groans came from outside the tent - the wounded were being sent back in a steady stream. "Madam, hurry! Captain Li has been shot!" "Madam, Brother Zhang's arm has been chopped off!" "Hurry, there's someone here!" Shen Qingci immediately plunged into the frantic rescue efforts. She knelt on the cold ground, wounded soldiers before her one after another. Some had broken arms, some were shot by arrows, and some were covered in blood and dying. Her movements were swift and precise, silver needles flying between her fingers as she cleaned the wounds, stopped the bleeding, sutured, applied medicine, bandaged the wounds... every step was performed with meticulous care. The stench of blood and herbs mingled, filling the tent with a sickening odor. Shen Qingci seemed oblivious, her eyes focused only on the hideous wounds, her mind focused on a single thought: I must save them, I must keep them alive. Sweat soaked her clothes, sticking to her back, piercingly cold. Her arms ached, she could barely lift them, her fingertips numb from the prolonged exertion, but she dared not stop. Snow lotus is a potent antidote for poisons, and she could only hope it would work. Wan Qing was already frightened out of her wits, and when she heard Shen Qingci's cry