With a plop, the water splashed, and when she was caught off guard, Qing'er drank a big sip of water, which was cool and had a sweet taste, but unfortunately, the lake water was cold and biting. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Help, help......"

Qing'er rowed downstream, constantly shouting for help, here is inaccessible in winter, let her shout her throat, no righteous and brave people appeared, and she didn't dare to close the shore, afraid that the woman would kill again.

Her cloak was made of sheepskin, and she was not afraid of water, but her cotton trousers and jacket were cotton tires, and in a short time they were soaked with water, and dragged her to the bottom of the lake, and the water temperature was so low that when she tried to paddle ashore, her hands and feet were frozen.

"Nangong Wushuang, do you think I will be stupid enough to be your prey? I heard that if you don't drink enough human blood, you will go crazy if you can't enter hibernation, I don't believe that you have white hair and an old face like a rag, and you dare to call yourself a childlike face, and you will harm the year before last!"

The woman jumped off the horse, opened Qing'er's toilet bag, felt that it was somewhat similar to their blanket, checked the contents, ready-made Mongolian buns and beef jerky, and unceremoniously pinched a piece and stuffed it into her mouth.

"I'm not ......" Qing'er's hands and feet didn't obey the call, just scratched and grabbed indiscriminately, so as not to sink to the bottom of the lake, wanting to explain that she was not Nangong Wushuang, and her lips didn't obey the call.

"Nangong Wushuang, if you want to hibernate, no one cares about you, no one cares if you drink sheep blood, horse blood or ox blood, but you want to drink human blood, I heard that the people of your Changshengmen have to drink human blood every year before hibernation, do you calculate, how many people have died in so many years?"

"Help......" The voice was frozen in her throat, Qing'er was completely desperate, even if she died, she should die in the desert, maybe she could meet Jinyao's soul, and she was buried at the bottom of the lake in such a daze, she was really unwilling.

The woman looked through what else was in the bag while eating beef jerky, and accidentally saw the male wolf badge in the purse, and blurted out in shock: "Nangong Wushuang, how can the totem badge of the King of Hengjun be in your hand?"

"Do you know King Heng, where is he?" Qing'er was so anxious that she wanted to cry, but unfortunately not only could she not make a sound, but even her tears solidified into ice slag......

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself sleeping on a hot earthen kang, and the woman who attacked me was sleeping beside me, snoring loudly.

She didn't know that three days had passed, and she had been salvaged by this woman in time, and if it had been a moment and a half, she might have returned to the twenty-first century.

There is only one thought in my heart, that is, while the evil girl has not woken up, run away quickly, as the saying goes, like gathers like, this woman has something to do with the old goblin who eats people and drinks blood, and it will definitely not be a good thing, although there is no joy in life, but it is also necessary to die as it deserves.

The woman guarded her for a few days and nights, until Lang Zhong said that her pulse was stable and there was no major problem, so she slept with confidence, so Qing'er quietly slipped off the kang and ran away, but she didn't even notice it.

"Is the girl going to the toilet? The toilet is over there, just behind the stable. The shopkeeper found that Qing'er was wearing underwear and came out with a big cotton jacket, and she couldn't find a way out, thinking that she was going to the toilet.

"Thank you, little second brother. Qing'er remembered that there was a fence gate leading to the outside around the stable, so she pretended to be in a hurry, and ran over as if she was flying, and ran towards the market town without a death out of the gate.

It was an instinct to escape, and she felt that a crowded place was much safer.

Due to the northwest wind, the weather was much colder than three days ago, Qing'er only cared about running for her life first, but she didn't feel cold, but fortunately she took the sheep by the hand when she slipped off the kang and draped the woman's cotton jacket on her body.

When the people on the street saw a little girl running wildly, they thought it was the chick in the kiln who ran away without permission, and then saw that no one was chasing behind her, so they were glad for her that she finally escaped from her mother's clutches.

I don't know how long she ran, but she was so tired that she couldn't breathe, so she calmed down and thought, since the woman fished her back, maybe she didn't mean to take her life, did she need to flee for her life like a bird?

Sitting down on the stump on the side of the road to rest, the body just ran out of a sweat, at this time was blown by the wind, suddenly the chill was biting, feeling that the skin was covered with a layer of ice, looking at the sky was faint, about to snow, and did not dare to stay, looking forward and backward for a while, I felt that it was better not to go back to the adventure, and went back to Beining Town, where the shopkeeper of Gongsun bought green ginseng and other Chinese medicinal materials, and the only way out was to go to their father and son.

The wind became stronger and stronger, and after a while it began to snow, Qing'er wrapped her body tightly with the long and big cotton jacket, the woman was very tall, the cotton jacket was almost as long as Qing'er's knees, just as a cotton robe to wear, however, it was still not enough to resist the wind and cold of Mobei, walking and walking, she began to start a fever, even soft, but her legs were as heavy as lead.

"Anyway, there's nothing to love in life, so it's better to just sleep like this......"

"No, I haven't gone to the depths of the desert to look for it, if Jin Yao is still alive, didn't I die in vain and become a lonely ghost?"

The high fever gradually made her confused, her eyelids shrugged down, and step by step it seemed like she was sleepwalking.

"Qing'er ......" is so gentle that it sounds like a whispered call, with a slightly nasal voice, which sounds a little sour.

The rich voice is very similar to Jin Yao, but Brother Jin Yao will not be so gentle and sensational......

didn't have time to think about it, Qing'er fell softly into a man's thick and sturdy arms......

In the fog, the body was picked up, and flew up like a cloud, and then, landing on horseback, the man wrapped her tightly with a big coat, and in the warm arms, the man's body fragrance was so familiar, which made Qing'er feel at ease and kind.

"Brother Jinyao......" muttered dreamily, and didn't dare to hope for a response, but Qing'er really heard the man respond gently: "It's me, I'm your brother Jinyao, Qing'er is obedient, don't sleep, open your eyes and look at me......"

"Am I dead? I actually heard Brother Jinyao's voice, God has eyes, I finally made this trip in vain......"

"Qing'er ......"

The arms around Qing'er tightened tightly, as if to feel her presence, her skin was cold, and the snort she exhaled was scorching, this condition was very dangerous, her body temperature was very high, but she couldn't dissipate heat, and it would burn her brain.

"Master, it doesn't matter Miss Qing'er, right?" Hearing the voice of the drunken loach, Qing'er's tears suddenly flowed out.

"Brother-in-law Qingfeng, how can you leave Sister Qingwen and the child alone?

Qing'er was a little confused, but she seemed to have a very strange feeling in her heart, as if she was communicating with her dead relatives in the dark.

"Miss Qing'er, you are burned, we are not dead, don't you feel that the king of Hengjun is hot? Why are you so bold and reckless, Third Sister You said that you went to find our master, she told you that our master encountered a sandstorm in the desert, if someone didn't see you go to the Mobei trading house and get on the carriage of the caravan, where would we have thought that you would come to Mobei." ”

The drunken loach was endlessly rambling, but Jin Yao didn't say anything, he held Qing'er in one hand, and controlled the horse to fly with the other hand and galloped wildly. Qing'er's behavior made him excited and pityful, he always regarded her as a little girl, but he didn't expect that she was difficult to match as an adult.

They met Liu Weiqi in the market town and confirmed their conjecture in their hearts, Qing'er really went to Moon Lake, so they took Qingfeng all the way to the horse.

Wei Qi had already walked for a day, rested at the post station for a night, and the sullenness in his heart disappeared, and finally he was still not at ease with Qing'er, and asked the coachman to send him back to Beining Town, and he was delayed for two days, but he met the king of Hengjun unexpectedly on the way.

Jin Yao and the others were fast, so they rushed in front of Wei Qi, and the coachman was reluctant to rush to the night, and the road was slippery in the snow, and the people who gave more money were not willing to take risks.

On a snowy night, Jin Yao took Qing'er and rode a horse to a herdsman's house, which was a yurt not far from the road, and his son worked as a housekeeper in Jin Yao's grandfather's house, and the family was the old mother and his wife.

The owner's name is Siqin, and the daughter-in-law is a Han girl named Hua'er.

The old lady knew Jinyao, and saw him break into the tent with a snowstorm, and a little girl in his arms, so she hurriedly spread a quilt on the carpet, served Qing'er to lie down, and asked her daughter-in-law to mash the green onion and ginger, and boiled tea to feed Qing'er to drink sweat.

Qing'er was hungry and cold, smelled the hot green onion and ginger tea, opened her mouth in a daze and drank it, but she was not embarrassed.

Jin Yao breathed a sigh of relief and instructed the drunken loach: "Qingfeng, you go to the town and invite a man to come, explain Miss Qing'er's illness clearly, bring all the medicine and food you should bring, and then find a way to buy a few clothes for Miss Qing'er, the snow is getting heavier and heavier, and it is estimated that Qing'er will have to recuperate here for a few days." ”

"Yes, sir, I'll do it in the end. "Mobei Victory, the emperor rewarded meritorious deeds, and the drunken loach is now a guerrilla general.

There was a cow dung fire burning in the house, but there was no peculiar smell, and Aunt Siqin put a piece of sandalwood ash and musk ball incense cake in the stove, and the room was soon filled with a warm atmosphere, which made people feel at ease.

The yurt was covered with a thick felt blanket, Qing'er was lying in the quilt, Jin Yao and the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law sat on the ground, quietly guarding Qing'er, and Hua'er changed a hand towel from time to time to put a compress on Qing'er's forehead.

Because he understood Qing'er's thoughts, in front of outsiders, Jin Yao didn't want to be too affectionate, he didn't care about men and women, but Qing'er was too young, and he was a little embarrassed to think that he was so fond of a little girl.

He also came from Kyoto day and night, and for the past ten days, he was basically in a hurry except for eating, and even slept on horseback and took a nap.

"Brother Jinyao!" Qing'er hallucinated with a high fever, and suddenly cried bitterly in her dream: "Brother Jinyao, woo woo, if you die, what is the meaning of my life...... (to be continued.) )