Su He dared to be angry and didn't dare to speak, stared at the group of people leaving, turned back to He Ridun and said, "Grandpa, we haven't earned rations yet, but we were sucked by these locusts first. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

He Ridun unloaded the massacre and other items from the car one by one, and said to his son: "Do you want to be useless and angry? Or do you want to help me do my job well as soon as possible to earn rations?"

Sukh was still indignant, but he was a child, what could he do, so he had to move things out of the car with anger.

Wen Xi exhaled lightly, and went to move a heavy collar of felt out of the car, and was about to lay it in the tent, but He Ridun stopped her and said, "I brought you here, it's already an adventure, I don't know who you are, but you will never be a fellow traveler with us, you go, this tent is narrow, there is no place for you to sleep." ”

Wency lowered her head and put down her felt.

Su He looked at his father, then at Wen Xi, and said, "Grandpa, let's have one more person and one more pair." ”

He Ridun said: "There is also one more mouth for eating." ”

Wincy was silent, and turned to leave.

Su He hesitated for a moment, and He Ridun shouted: "Don't hurry up and work!"

Su He thought about it, but threw down the burden in his hand, caught up with Wen Xi, took out a bag of things from his waist pocket, and stuffed it into Wen Xi's hand, "You take it and eat it." ”

Wen Xi lowered her head and looked at the thing stuffed into the child's hand, which was a nest made of two multigrain black noodles, and she moved her lips slightly: "Thank you." ”

Sukh pursed his lips and ran back again.

He Ridun didn't say anything more, but just entered the tent.

The night on the prairie was very cold, and Wen Xi wrapped herself tightly in felt, walking among the countless tents, large and small, and from time to time a singing drunk staggered past her.

Countless torches were lit on the main road leading to the court of Ujon, illuminating a road that was extremely bright, and there was a guard ten paces along the way, heavily guarded.

Suddenly, a group of people galloped from the direction of the city gate, and they also flicked their whips past without anyone in their eyes, and Wen Xi took refuge in the shadows, watching the group of people gallop towards the royal court.

"Is that Mrs. Hutuzan?" whispered onlookers.

"Yes, hehe, the queen has just found the eldest prince, presumably not even the banquet of washing the dust, Hu Tuzan came back with his children to grab the land, I don't know which unlucky ghost will die in the royal court. ”

"Hu Tuzan's heart is smaller than the eye of a bone needle, why is he so generous this time, first accepted the princess of Jinhua, and also offered jewelry to build a new queen's golden horde?"

"The queen is the princess of our Yaozhou, here, they are all the queen's people, even if Hu Tuzan has children, the king's throne will not be passed on to her son, she doesn't find a more clever helper, how can she fight the queen, not to mention that I heard that the princess of Jinhua is very young and cowardly, Hu Tuzan has always been cunning, such a good puppet, how can she not use it?"

"Shhhh ”

The chatter faded away, and Wen Xi looked at the royal road that had returned to calm, and there was no light in his eyes.

The wind came from the north farther north, Wen Xi felt a little dizzy, she raised her hand and touched her forehead, and it burned a little again, and every time she tried to kill, this low fever appeared more frequently.

She staggered to an inconspicuous corner, climbed into a cart full of hay, and lay down with difficulty, looking up at the clear night sky.

Where there are people, there is killing and hatred, and this place is no different from Kyoto in the Eastern Wei Dynasty.

Wen Xi smiled coldly, exhaling an almost burning breath, all this has nothing to do with her, she only cares about not dying early, holding on any longer, holding on for a while longer, waiting until she kills the enemy, waiting until she returns to the lonely grave where her lover was buried, lying in the coffin she prepared for herself, life after life, never to be separated again......

She didn't know when she became so depressed, but in the past two years, she could only rely on hatred to survive, as long as she fell into contemplation, she couldn't help but rise infinite remorse, she said that she would protect Brother July, but she watched him die in front of her, her light skills were not good enough, her swordsmanship was not strong enough, why didn't she rush over earlier, the ten years before her, why didn't she work harder, why...... Why......

Tears flowed down her cheeks, and she gripped her heart, trying to suppress the throbbing pain.

It's a long night, but it will pass.

When the first rays of the morning sun shone on Wincy's face, she awoke suddenly—there were four or five people around the cart, led by indigo-blue riding clothes, who had seen yesterday, and who were one of the retinue of the great prince.

Wency gasped softly, her hand clenching her sword involuntarily, she was careless.

"Hmph—can't see people's illness, I don't know what it is?" he said.

Wen Xi pursed her lips, lowered her head, and covered her face with the felt.

He held a small knife and wanted to pick open the felt, Wen Xi's eyes were cold for a moment, and he slammed his wrist, and the seven-foot man instantly became in pain, and roared angrily, "Slut!"

The rest of the people all took out their swords, and Wen Xi pulled out a short sword with his other hand, pressed it against the big man's throat, and said coldly: "How do you want to die?"

The big man exhaled several breaths of cold air before he said, "The father and son who slaughtered the cattle are still in the market, and their lives must have nothing to do with you." ”

Wen Xi's hand froze, and four or five knives were pointed at her neck.

*

The large tent of the court of Wujon was vast and gorgeous, but Wen Xi was not in the mood to appreciate it, and she was taken into a large tent and thrown on the ground.

She was bound by ropes made of cow tendons, unable to move at all, and even the short sword was snatched.

She didn't know anyone here, she didn't understand why the eldest prince wanted to find someone to tie her up, Wen Xi carefully calculated, if she could get out, she would hurry to get He Ridun and his son out of Qilian City, they couldn't make a living here, and she was a burden to others.

After a while, there was the sound of footsteps outside the big tent, and it was the great prince who opened the curtain and entered, still holding Wenxi's short sword in his hand.

He approached, squatted down, and reached out to lift the felt that Wen Xi covered his face, Wen Xi raised his head and looked at him, the eldest prince was obviously surprised for a moment, Wen Xi's neck to the back of his mandible ears, the root blood vessels were distinct, and even the pupils were with a faint blood color, which looked poignant and hideous.

"Who are you?" he asked.

Wincy didn't answer, it really didn't matter who she was.

The eldest prince padded the short sword in his hand, the leather sheath of the short sword was still condensed with dried blood, and the clump of bluegrass at the hilt of the sword looked strangely lonely, it was the last sword Luo Cheng gave her.

"This sword is made of flower steel from the west of Dayi, I have only seen daggers the size before, your sword is worth no less than a thousand gold, who are you?" he asked again.