The Vicious Widow Widow Dressed As the Male Lead of Farming Fields

  Chapter 853 Zhou Zhongming pierces the abdomen with an arrow

  Thinking of this, she felt a little speechless, but soon remembered something, and hurriedly turned her head to ask Qingluo, "Where is Zhou Zhongming, is he injured?!"

  Qing Luo hesitated when she heard this, even her eyes were a little evasive, but Jiang Jiuhe's eyes made her nowhere to hide, and her fear was even worse, then she said cautiously.

   "Miss Hui, the general was injured...a bit seriously. I heard from the doctor that a wooden thorn fell on the general by chance, and an arrow pierced his abdomen...but..."

   An arrow pierces the abdomen.

When the word came out of Qingluo's mouth, Jiang Jiuhe suddenly felt thunderous, as if the whole sky was about to collapse, and his body, who hadn't eaten for several days, couldn't help shaking. To faint in the dark.

   "Miss, miss be careful!"

  Qingluo was on the verge of crying when she saw Jiang Jiuhe's appearance, just as she was helping Jiang Jiuhe with her hand, she saw that the man wanted to get out of bed.

   "Miss, miss, you are not in good health now, how can you go to the ground!" Qing Luo screamed.

"let me go!"

An angry voice came from Jiang Jiuhe's mouth, Qing Luo was startled and shivered, she withdrew her hand in fear, watching Jiang Jiuhe put on her shoes and stood up, holding on to her wobbly body to leave .

   "Miss...Miss..."

"I'm going to visit my benefactor, can't I?" Jiang Jiuhe asked back, and opened the door as soon as he spoke, and before he could walk out, he bumped into an iron plate with a bang .

   No, not iron plate.

  There is no iron plate that is hot.

  The idea of ​​iron plate was deleted from Jiang Jiuhe's mind. She touched her nose, and even felt that her nose was about to bleed. When she looked up, she saw dark skin.

   "Wh...what the hell!"

  Jiang Jiuhe screamed and jumped back several steps.

   When his eyes fell, he saw that the person standing was exactly what he was looking for—Zhou Zhongming.

   "Zhou Zhongming?!" Jiang Jiuhe's voice was full of doubts. She looked Zhou Zhongming up and down, but she didn't see many wounds on his hands.

   Well, there is indeed, on the abdomen side, wrapped in layers of gauze, but the blood cannot be seen clearly, and the wound seems to be healing.

   "You..." Thinking that she was pulled out of Zhou Zhongming's arms, Jiang Jiuhe couldn't help blushing. She glanced at Qingluo next to her, with a little anxiety in her eyes.

  Qing Luo is not a fool either, she naturally felt the embarrassment of her young lady, she nodded, and then ran out, even closing the door behind her.

  Suddenly, only Jiang Jiuhe and Zhou Zhongming were left in the room.

  Looking at the opponent's figure, Jiang Jiuhe couldn't help swallowing. As expected of a general, this figure is really good.

  Zhou Zhongming naturally didn't know what Jiang Jiuhe was thinking in his heart. Seeing this girl standing there in a daze, there was a little tenderness in her eyes, and more caring.

   "How is your body?" Zhou Zhongming asked.

  Jiang Jiuhe was still immersed in the other party's perfect figure, but when he heard the other party's words, he retracted his fixed eyes, and even subconsciously wiped his saliva with his sleeve.

   "No, nothing."

   After stammering, Jiang Jiuhe stepped forward, took the other party's hand, found a table and sat down.

   "How is your wound?" Jiang Jiuhe couldn't help but feel distressed when he saw the gauze covering his abdomen.

  (end of this chapter)