Chapter 113 Northern Zhou Mingmo

My heart tightened, I clenched my fists, and pinched my palms with my nails that were tightly fastened, I looked at Ming Mo'er who rushed into the sea of fire, his small body, obviously he had crossed the river in the mud and could not protect himself, and he was still thinking about saving others, he was really a stupid child who didn't know whether to live or die. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The fire was blazing, and the heat was blazing.

I was so anxious that I could only shout: "Mingmo-! ”

I am afraid of attracting the black-clothed assassin who has just left, and I am afraid that Aunt Wang's mother and daughter are in danger.

But I had no power to restrain the chicken, and I didn't dare to rush in to find death.

I could only splash the only pots and two basins, and two buckets of water back and forth around the well, but this help seemed to be useless.

I silently recited in my heart a thousand times, I must be safe, I must be safe.

It didn't take long to watch the little Ming Mo'er walk out with a slightly larger body than him, one step or two, but a few feet away I felt like I had stepped through life and death, Ming Mo's face was full of black stains, dirty like a naughty child who went out and got a gray thin quilt soaked in water earlier, but the perseverance in Ming Mo'er's eyes was determined that I had never seen.

Exclaimed: "Wang Yan! ”

I recognized the figure and ran over to it.

"What about people?"

Ming Mo carried him on his back and came out of it in embarrassment: "I found him first, and the rest is still there, I'll take a look." ”

"If you don't find it. Maybe Pearl and Aunt Wang are not in the house, and they may have escaped? ”

"There's no hurry."

Mingmo looked at me, so anxious that he was sweating profusely: "You look at Wang Yan first, he choked and fainted, and he was hit by a sword in the chest, it doesn't look too deep, there may be help, the fire inside is very big, the bookcase collapsed or something, the fire and smoke are foggy, and I don't know if anyone is there, but it looks like the time of the fire is in the middle of the night, it is a person who is sleeping, they must still be in the room!" ”

Mingmo hurriedly unloaded Wang Wangyan, I helped him, probed Wang Yan's breath, he was still alive, but he was injured on his chest, and I couldn't see the depth of the wound with my naked eye.

I looked up, Mingmo's hair was burned, slightly curled, with a smell mixed with the burning smell of the wooden blocks of the house, it seemed that life was so fragile, and life was so happy and tired.

"Mingmo...... You ......"

"I'll take a look. You are waiting for me here. Before I finished speaking, Mingmo turned back to the fire.

I stood outside the door and couldn't retreat, I could only do it in a hurry, stomped my feet hard, I couldn't help it, rushed to the door to see if the person called by Feng Qi was coming, Uncle Gu, who was enthusiastic about the door and ran to fight the fire, died, and then there was a non-stop sound of sword collision, the door of the house was closed, and no matter how strong I was, there was no one willing to come out to help me.

I looked back at the small courtyard of the Wang family in the fire, and I was very sad.

I suddenly began to regret why I didn't hold on to Mingmo like he pulled me.

I'm an adult, and this should be something I should have mustered up the courage to do.

The little back that rushed into the fire......

I kept recalling the figure of him running in again, and I kept blaming myself and apologizing in my heart.

This person......

It's still a child.

A moment ago, the image of him pulling out his shiny dagger suddenly flooded into my mind.

Mingmo.

A child who only knows how to sleep and catch tenches on weekdays.

A few months ago, when I first saw him, he was lonely and stood in front of the carriage with a group of Uncle Rubbing Rice who came from the Northern Zhou Dynasty, and was pushed out by Brother Gongzi and said that he wanted to be given to me, at that time, I refused Uncle Lian Feng's kindness in front of him, I remember that he was so nervous that he grabbed the bridle of the horse with his right hand, and then he stood up cautiously, and said to me in an almost pleading tone: "Xiao Mo'er doesn't eat much, and he has a lot of strength, sister, can you take me in......"

I didn't think about why my eldest girl's family took in a child of unknown origin, and it was a little thing that felt like he couldn't do much work.

My behavior is inexplicable, but it is also freewheeling.

After that, he, like Mingzhi, is like my little friend, and he ...... It's like another group of my family.

His name was given by me, and when he was forced to take him in by Helian Changfeng, he was called "Mo'er"

Later, he entered my small yard and became my full-time weed-pulling master, smiling and bringing a dozen silver tickets to help me, and I also added a word to him, changing his name to Mingmo.

So, who was he before I knew him?

Is it really just "Mo'er"?

The person who sent him here was Helian Changfeng.

I can't see through him.

He also kept saying that he had a fake name of "Lianfeng" before, and he deceived me for a long time.

Sometimes the gods are chattering, and sometimes they are very serious.

At first, I thought he was an ordinary noble son, but later he turned into a prince of the Northern Tuesday.

With Helian Minyan, I carried a petition from the queen in my pocket, persuading me to accept the identity of their princess of the Northern Zhou Dynasty.

However, speculation and confirmation of the princess's identity intensified around me, and the evidence, the so-called portraits, and their verbal words were sticking this fact firmly to me.

If it wasn't a deception this time, if he had tried to test me when he climbed over my wall and came in to find death, then there must be a reason why he forced me to keep this little child.

……

Yes.

I was sure of it, and I gradually had a guess.

But who would have doubted that an innocent, cute, playful and lively little boy would be the person sent by Helian Changfeng to spy on me.

However, I strongly doubt that he can find and carry Wang Yan out in the flames, how can such a good skill be done by a young child.

And the short knife he suddenly pulled out of his body.

Mingmo's identity and the fire of the Wang family all impacted my thoughts at the same moment.

It was supposed to be Tsing Yi holding willows, but no one could have come to explore......

……

……

The wooden house was on fire, and I couldn't save it, crackling and burning, and I felt like a roasted sweet potato in the kitchen stove, watching my companion slowly turn red, soft, and unconscious. I was pacing back and forth outside, except for splashing water, I had no martial arts, I was delicate and weak, and I was choked by smoke and coughed, and I could only sweat profusely to show the meaning of my existence.

Hate yourself for not being a man.

The meaning of my existence has become very small.

"Fourth girl—why are you still here?"

“…… Ah, Bong Seven ......"

With the clanging of the sword strike, the voice of Feng Qi came from behind me.

"The black-clothed assassin was seriously injured by us, almost dead, and the one who was caught took the poison himself without saying a word, but unfortunately they escaped a main culprit, and the rest of those who were willing to surrender couldn't ask anything, I hurried back to see you, girl."

With that, he glanced at Mingzhi, who had fallen by the well.

"It should be fine......

"Except for this fire ......"

I hugged the unconscious Wang Yan, pointed to the room and said excitedly: "Ming Mo'er is inside, he pulled me and didn't let me in, but he ran away himself, and only found Wang Yan for the first time, he was unconscious and injured, and Aunt Wang and Pearl don't know where they are......"

Feng Qi squatted down, took Wang Yan from my arms, and looked at the place where he was injured.

"Get to the hospital quickly."

But there were two more people in there, no, three more!

I yelled, "Mingmo—"

Feng Qi called a few statements, but there was no response except for the crackling sound of wood burning, Feng Qi handed over Wang Yan to a few guards later, and immediately decided to go in to save people.

Before Feng Qi could enter, there was a "bang" sound, and the door was kicked out.

Through the burning and dancing flames, I saw Mingmo's figure.

I turned my head in disbelief, the smoke choking on my eyes, and the cough made my throat hoarse: "Mingmo ......" (to be continued.) )