Jin Xiuying and Li Meixuan pulled Du Junli back to the cabin, and Du Junli lay on the bed, crying.

"Who's that fishman?" Kim so-young asked.

Du Junli was just crying vigorously and didn't answer.

"Is he the son of Lord Yuyoon-jung?" Wu Huizhu, who had not spoken, suddenly asked.

Du Junli's body trembled for a moment, but she was still crying.

Kim so-young and Lee Mi-hyun glanced at each other, and each saw a look of worry in each other's eyes.

"We can't let General Yuan know about this." Li Meixuan looked at Jin Xiuying and Wu Huizhu and said categorically.

Jin Xiuying sighed and nodded slowly.

At this moment, they didn't expect what this turmoil would bring to them.

And they would not have imagined that the destination they were going to was now caught in a storm related to piracy.

Huang Zhengrong dreamed of his mother again.

Huang Zhengrong's golden man was once a famous hunter in the mountains, and his mother was as moving as a lotus flower blooming in a lotus pond. When he was a child, Huang Zhengrong's head was always held high, and he learned to open his throat like his father very early on, and poured wine as strong as a knife into his stomach. At that time, she used to ride a sturdy black horse, her hair flushed on her forehead without combing, and the light in her eyes could light up the night, a trick she practiced against the sun. Huang Zhengrong said that the old people in the village said that the brightest thing in the world is the sun, so I will compare it with it to see whether it is bright or my eyes are bright. She had always thought of herself as bright as the sun, and she spent her childhood carefree until late at night one winter.

That night she slept in her mother's quilt warmed by an iron kettle. The door was slammed open. The wind intruded with snow and ice. A black bear rushed into the house, pinned its mother to the ground, punched and kicked it. When Huang Zhengrong pounced on him with a knife, he suddenly realized that it was his father. He drank lots and lots of wine, and the strong taste was mixed with angry roars.

"You slut! He actually did that kind of thing with a foreigner behind my back! If you hadn't been bumped into by Zhang Biao, how long would you hide it from me! Now, when the puppy heard that I knew, he ran away with no one. You shit, now you know what that little white face is, right? ”

Huang Zhengrong's father, Huang Jinman, was notoriously bold, but he never had a single anger at his mother, although he often went out to hunt for a whole month, he always returned with rare flowers on the deep mountains and cliffs.

Bright blood flowed from her mother's thin lips, she looked at her father coldly, and said, "I don't want to betray you, but I don't love you anymore, I really don't love you anymore." ”

Huang Zhengrong was stunned there, and she suddenly felt that the wind and snow were blowing in. His body froze into ice, and he frantically shouted in his head that it was a dream. It was a dream, and she was about to wake up, but when she woke up, she found that the knife in her hand had fallen into her father's hand.

"your mother, you also deserve to talk about love? Lao Tzu killed you! ”

When Huang Zhengrong recovered from the shock and wiped the blood from his face, he saw a hideous scar on his mother's white neck.

The father froze in place, a gleam in his chaotic gaze, and tears welled up in his face.

"Li'er, I don't want to kill you, get up quickly, I don't blame you, Li'er."

Huang Zhengrong walked to her father's side, her mind was blank, and the words she asked were actually "Dad, are you drunk?" ”

The father looked back at him with pity, handed the handle of the knife in his hand to her, and said to her, "Son, take care of yourself in the future." ”

Huang Zhengrong didn't understand her father's words, but she felt a huge force hit her hand, the blade stabbed her father's chest, she shook her hand hard, the knife stabbed off, but it also pierced deeply into his body, he fell to the ground and convulsed, slowly crawled to his mother's side, and gently hugged her into his arms.

Huang Zhengrong screamed and stepped back......

Four young pirates picked up the bowl in the posture of a very man, and another thin man, his name was Cheng Da, the leader of the group, who looked at the candle flame dancing on the table. He watched his brother drink the liquor, and his heart suddenly swelled with murderous intrigue. Huang Zhengrong was already familiar with this wonderful feeling, but she didn't expect to feel strange in front of her siblings, she subconsciously touched her left arm, and the incomparably sharp dagger was still in the sheath. Huang Zhengrong moved to the window, the humidity in the night came to her face, she suddenly felt that her body was very dirty, and she wanted to run to the waterfall outside the city to take off her clothes and take a bath, but more firelight reflected in her pupils. Cheng Da drank another bowl of wine, and saw that Huang Zhengrong's face seemed to be pulled out of Chu Hong's dye vat, and her slender fingers were tightly clenched into fists.

Downstairs, the voices of people sounded, like a noisy team of gongs and drums welcoming relatives into the green and cool mountains.

Of course, there was no procession, but there was another group of pirates with torches in hand, their faces still showing signs of tiredness and sleep, and their laughter was so rough and heroic that it pierced the night.

"You've wiped out the remnants of that notorious gang of horse bandits, and we've made our reputation even greater. Come, brothers, drink a few bowls together. Cheng Da took the pirate's hand and put the sea bowls into their hands one by one.

"Grandma's, this time the old man has something to say again." A man named Tao Naigang threw a fine jujube into his mouth and chewed it. Another pirate, Seed, was shielded from them and waved to the crowd.

The appearance of the horse bandits was actually unexpected by the pirates.

Huang Zhengrong remembered that there was a fine rain in the sky that morning, and a long group of chariots and horses walked on the dirt road. The lean companions tied the tarpaulin poncho to the rafters with hemp rope, and the hardwood was dented by the force. The companions all understand that so many trucks and goods, when they arrive in a town close to the city, they have to be opened to carefully bask in the sun to remove the moisture. When everything was done, they jumped on the passenger seat, borrowed fire from the driver, and lit the copper-clad tobacco sticks filled with fine tobacco leaves.

The leading merchant beckoned to the cavalry who was following the rear of the line, "Brother, come and take a few sip to refresh yourself." After driving for so long, there is a flat river after the mountains in front, so let's rest. "In front of and behind the procession were twenty horses with long limbs, dressed in one-colored leather armor, and their longbows with silk strings in their sacks glowing coldly in the rain. Cheng Da sat on horseback and shook his head. His pirate brothers were all expressionless. He didn't pay much attention to the doorman of the trading house, and his eyes roamed around the convoy.

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