Chapter 22: Soberness

When Namudor, who had been taking the medicine and sleeping, woke up again, it was already dark. A man dressed in white was sitting on a chair next to him, staring at her intently.

Skillfully twisted the towel in the copper basin and replaced the slightly hot piece on her head.

"How long did I sleep?" Namdor's head was a little dizzy.

"Slept all day. Come, eat something. Bo Yan took a bowl, and the longan lotus seed porridge was still steaming.

"You don't hate me?" Namdol pushed away the hand that was about to help her up, trying to hold up her weak body, "I killed hundreds of your subordinates, I caused you to lose the Bright Moon - even so, would you still do this to me?" Bo Yan. There was a faint smile on his face.

With a slight shake of the hand holding the bowl, the lotus seed porridge rippled in circles. Hearing the bright moon, Bo Yan felt a pain in his heart, and his expression was a little strange. Namu Duo'er, who saw everything in her eyes, looked at him with a smile: "In your heart, you still can't let go of her, right?" Then don't force yourself, go to her - it's still too late. ”

Seeing the sad loss on the face of the alien girl in front of him, Bo Yan slowly shook his head: "Now, I'm more worried about you." I couldn't bear to see her cry again, even though the wound deep in her heart was still slowly dripping blood.

Looking at the familiar person in front of him in surprise, when she was unconscious in the wilderness, she held her hand tightly and shouted the name of the moon over and over again, and the strength of her fingers was so strong that her hands were bruised... On his face, there was a surprise that could not be concealed.

"Drink it hot and be careful." Leaning weakly in his arms, she drank the porridge that had already been blown cold for her, and Namu Duoer suddenly found that the emperor who was indifferent to everything before was far away from her, it was like a waking dream, ethereal and empty. Or perhaps, now is a dream, so beautiful and fulfilling.

Seeing the smile on Namu Doer's face, his heart, as if he had just woken up, moved slightly.

The town behind the night curtain should be as calm as ever, but today it has an unusual smell. After dark, the streets were full of people, and from time to time a few miserable cries rang out, and each whip sounded mixed with the noise of the crowd.

"What's going on out there?" Namudor asked curiously.

Bo Yan's face darkened: "It's the family of Lord King of Kyoto, and I have been affected by it so far." ”

Namu Doer sympathized: "Let's go out and see, maybe we can help somewhat." ”

As soon as I stood up, I was dizzy. A strong hand held her up, "Be careful. Namudor looked at the face that was close at hand, but never pushed his hand away.

The small street was crowded with people watching the excitement, whispering about the exile procession in front of them. In the team, there are also crying babies.

"It's really pitiful, a good family is ruined like this." An elderly aunt said. "No," an old man continued, "and there are women and children in it." ”

"I've heard that something has happened, right?" The man in coarse cloth asked the passers-by who had been watching for a while, "I only heard that I didn't know what big officials had offended to make it like this." "What a sin..."

"Dodge, dodge, dodge, what are you looking at?!" A man who looked like an official held a long whip and shook it at the crowd around him, and the tip of the whip exploded with a "snap" in the air. The onlookers shrank back in a hurry, with expressions of awe on their faces. The official seemed to look around nonchalantly, looking at everyone's expressions with great satisfaction, as if he had a lot of power.

"This is the family of the court criminal, to be sent to the wild land to be enslaved by the armored people - do you want to die, dare to block the road here to make trouble, be careful to lock you up, hum!" The sharp throat was as piercing as a piece of iron scraping through a copper basin, and perhaps, these words alone made people disgusted.

Namu Duoer and Bo Yan did not retreat with the others, and stood quietly in front of the arrogant official like two reefs, extremely dazzling.

The fat on the official's face couldn't help but stir, such an uninteresting person is really rare, just wanted to step forward to give the man a little color, but was looked at by the man's sharp gaze and felt a chill in his heart. The hand holding the whip trembled and picked it up, and then put it down unwillingly, and shouted in a sharp voice: "Come on, come on, these people dare to stop the officials, obviously with those rebellious gangs, and arrest them together!" As soon as the words fell, a white thing was thrown at his feet, making a muffled sound, which frightened him and quickly closed his eyes, and retreated again and again, almost knocking down the passers-by behind him. Hearing the ridicule of the people around him, he carefully looked at the ground with his hand half-covering his face, and there must have been twenty taels of silver smashed on the ground and sunk into it. Squatted down in a hurry, riveted enough strength to pick it out and hide it in his sleeve, and did not forget to stare around viciously, even so, there were still small sneers in his ears from time to time. He was about to get angry when a beautiful woman came up to him.

Her eyes were staring at Namudor, and the saliva in her mouth almost flowed out. Namdora chuckled before she got his soul back. The onlookers were secretly surprised, not knowing what this weak and delicate woman was going to do.

The official's eyes lit up, and the woman in front of him had an extraordinary temperament, either rich or expensive. was originally a humble identity, but it was extremely ridiculous to get back a little bit of the feeling that no one was in his eyes just now, and he regained some vigor and straightened his fat body, trying to pretend to be polite: "I don't know what this noble man wants to do?" ”

Namu Duo'er smiled like a flower: "The ingot of silver just now was for the official to drink tea, please accept it." ”

The official was dizzy with laughter, and he didn't know where to put his hand, and one accidentally dropped the whip on the ground, and opened his big mouth: "How embarrassing..."

"I want to ask you a few words." The flat voice revealed a majesty that could not be underestimated, and there was a plain-clothed man next to the woman, with a long sword hanging from his waist, and his heroic spirit was compelling. The woman was very weak, panting slightly against the man, even so, it was touching, delicate and lovely.

The official hurriedly put on a smiling face: "Even if you ask, the little one must know everything, and he will say everything..."

"This is the family of Lord Kyoto's Rite Department?"

The official almost nodded, "It's Wang Bin's Lord Wang, dozens of members of the whole family were exiled along with his subordinates, and even his only daughter was used as an official secretary, and the grandson who had just completed the moon was not spared, which is really miserable." The official pretended to show a compassionate look, but there was a curse in his heart: "I thought there was some oil and water, but I didn't expect that all of them were poor." It also caused Lao Tzu to run so far..."

Then, he lowered his voice as if he knew what the inside story was: "I heard that it is related to the case of Princess Mingyue." ”

Bo Yan's face turned a little pale, and the official looked at it in his eyes, a little strange: "You are also Wang Bin's relative?" ”

Namu Duoer hurriedly interjected: "How come, we're just curious." Looking at the stopped team, the official said as if he was in his heart: "Even my relatives are afraid, I don't care, I only look at the silver, with the silver, everything is easy to do." ”

Bo Yan asked in a deep voice, "How is Lord Wang, why don't you see him?" ”

The official had a bad face: "Sensei, he died halfway, I was kind enough to help him bury it, I heard that before he died, he didn't move." Forget it, don't talk about the dead old man, listen to the bad luck. It's his only daughter.,Now it's also in the local Records Hall Zuixiang Building.,I heard that tonight's pick-up.,The real lady's show.,The prefect's son has long been waiting at the door..."

Bo Yan didn't listen anymore, his face turned pale, and he took out a large ingot of silver: "Hire a car for the elderly and children, and take care of them on the road..."

The official almost knelt down, and shouted in his mouth: "Thank you, master, thank you..."

Looking at the unfortunate mother and son in the team, Bo Yan's face became more and more ugly. Namu Duoer, who was careful, found that the man's nails in front of him had already sunk deep into his palm, and a drop of blood slowly dripped to the ground.