The damp wind struck through the cracks in the doors and windows, the candles flickered, and the atmosphere seemed a little dreary. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

He Qingyan raised his hand and picked the wick, and the light jumped on the face of Li Mu'er, who was sitting opposite, reflecting her frowning eyebrows and lips that opened and closed from time to time.

The two sisters finally talked in private on such a quiet night, sharing each other's past during the time they were apart.

Actually, I understand his hard work. asked me to personally investigate King Jing's rebellion, hoping that I would have no regrets, no hatred, and no fear. And I did, and when he finally took my hand outside the cabin, I knew he regretted it. But I can't give him a chance to regret it, and I can't give myself a chance to regret it. If you take this step, you have to go back to four or seven years ago, and I'm not sure if I can come back. ”

Li Mu'er said this, there was firm persistence in her words, but there was also sorrow and trouble, He Qingyan stared at her quietly, and waited for her to finish speaking, before explaining: "Yingzhong, you actually understand everything. In your heart, you know better than anyone what you should and shouldn't do. You are no longer the silly girl who only knew how to give everything for love and gave everything away. Shen Qionglian, a female bachelor, can rescue our prisoners from the Mongolian camp, can strictly investigate corrupt officials and corrupt officials for the emperor, and can put aside personal grievances to help refugees in the face of disasters, she is no longer the little girl who needs to listen to our opinions. ”

Li Mu'er was moved when she heard this, and pursed her lips and leaned on He Qingyan's shoulder. She really lost a lot of weight, Li Mu'er was worried about her illness when she thought of her, and said distressedly: "Sister Qingyan said goodbye without saying goodbye, it's also for her brother, right?" It's a pity that the falling flowers are willing to go with the flowing water, and he still can't let go of you after all. ”

"If you can't let it go, that's it." He Qingyan also leaned his head over and said softly, "The spring night is short, and the intestines are broken." Tear stains grow to the east wind. With green wings, ask for news. When will the flowers return in spring? Memories, memories, memories. ”

In this world, not all feelings can be relative day and night, such as Li Muer and Zhu Youji, He Qingyan and Qian Fu, or such as Li Muer and He Qingyan, gathering less and leaving more, thousands of mountains and rivers, but the fifty strings in the heart will always be gently stroked for him or her, not salty or light, just enough for his or her aftertaste......

Li Mu'er listened to He Qingyan's tranquil words, only to feel calm, and sleepiness came to her, but she heard He Qingyan suddenly "eh" and called her: "Yingzhong." ”

"Huh?" Li Mu'er was so shocked that she raised her head.

"Before you leave, teach the children to read! I'm so busy with medical appointments that I don't have any time at all. ”

What is a bodhisattva's heart? Li Mu'er looked at He Qingyan, who was indifferent in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh. Some people talk about great love all day long but have evil thoughts in their hearts, and some people seem to be ruthless but have a warm kindness, they are not really acquainted, and no one has the right to judge anyone.

"Okay, I'll teach them tomorrow!"

Although Li Muer agreed like this, she had a better idea in her heart. If you want to say sir, who could be more suitable than Qian Fu? Why don't you wait a few more days to set off, wait for Ma Cong to find Qian Fu, and let him accompany He Qingyan to rebuild his life after the disaster, wouldn't he have a wish?

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"Heaven and earth are yellow, and the universe is desolate. The sun and the moon are full, and the Chensu column is ......"

In the face of famine, some people fought for a mouthful of steamed buns, and some people sold their own children thousands of miles away; Some people use a broken bowl to sell their dignity for their lives, and some people fight with the underworld forces until the net is broken. But in such an impetuous and sad environment, I suddenly heard the sound of a group of children reading aloud, which is innocent?

He Qingyan smiled and sighed, and just wanted to walk into the courtyard, but saw Li Mu'er hurriedly walking out with a book with a face.

If you look closely, there is a very special butterfly around her.

"Yingzhong, what's wrong with you?"

Li Mu'er didn't pay attention to He Qingyan, her face was even more confused and flustered than her. He Qingyan took a step forward into the courtyard gate, wanting to take her hand, but she passed by.

The way she looked, she clearly saw something terrible outside.

With a painful snort and the "creak" sound of a heavy object hitting the wooden door, He Qingyan turned around in surprise and saw a man leaning on the edge of the door, sweating on his forehead, his lips were white, but his eyes were indescribably sharp and ruthless.

A dangerous aura lingered beside him, although He Qingyan was here to take in refugees, he could not welcome the appearance of such a person.

Moreover, he had a broken arrow stuck in his back.

Who is he?

Who he is, Li Mu'er is very familiar with it. When she saw the butterfly hovering beside her, she rushed out. Who knew that Mo En, who came back to find her, was actually seriously injured!

It seemed that he was not lightly injured, the wound should be on the back near his right shoulder, since he had always been dressed in black, there was no blood to be seen, but the position of the right sleeve was obviously darker than the other places.

Where was he wounded? Why was it hurt? How did you find it here?

didn't have the slightest time for her to think about these questions, looking at the half of the arrow shaft exposed on his back, Li Mu'er could only hug him and said in a deep voice: "Quick, go into the house!" ”

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Although He Qingyan's room is cold, at least it is very clean and tidy, and at this moment, there is a man in old clothes and sweating on the edge of the bed, which really makes people feel weird.

"Sister Qingyan, he's my friend, help him take a look at the injury, can he still be treated?"

Seeing Li Mu'er's nervous appearance, even though He Qingyan was unwilling, he could only step forward to check the man's injuries.

I don't know who broke the arrow, but only a small piece of the shaft was left outside. He Qingyan carefully peeled off the outer layer of clothing around the wound and observed it carefully for a while. "How many days have the tip of the arrow been in there?"

He Qingyan's question was only exchanged for a dull "um" word from Mo En.

Li Mu'er frowned after hearing this, "Don't you yourself have excellent medical skills?" Why not pull out the arrows? ”

As soon as these words came out, Mo En and He Qingyan raised their heads one after another, the former glanced at her with disdain, and the latter patiently explained to her: "The wound is on the back, and it is difficult to pull it out by yourself." Besides, if you pull out the arrow at will, it is easy to be injured twice, not to mention, and you have to worry about not being able to stop the bleeding. ”

"So, to pull out or not to pull out?"

Mo En despised her again, and said with difficulty: "If you don't pull it out, you will be infected, otherwise why do you think I would come to you?" ”

Li Mu'er was stunned, and then asked rhetorically: "Are you following me?" ”

Morn shook his head, "I was just passing by, spotting you here, and staying for a few days. I said a long time ago that we would meet again, and we would meet many times," Speaking of this, he raised his chin and froze Li Mu'er with a smile before continuing to speak, "So, will you still save me?" (To be continued.) )