Listening to Su Yue's words, Lao Jintou and Yao Si both sighed, they also knew that no matter how many words they said to comfort Su Yue, it would be difficult to reverse the consequences of Wang Shizhen.

And now what they are most worried about is that they will never be able to return to Black Wind Village.

The three of them sat silently, relatively silent.

Suddenly, there was a painful hiss from the room inside.

"Sister Yan'er!" Su Yue was startled, she jumped up violently and rushed into the inner room.

At this time, Zhu Xueyan was wrapped in bandages all over her body, lying there, waving her hands incessantly, and shouting vaguely from her mouth, as if she was fighting with someone in a dream, because of too much force, the wound under the bandage cracked, and blood stains came out.

"Sister Yan'er!" Su Yue stepped forward and grabbed Zhu Xueyan's hands in a coma, and called in a low voice.

"Chief helmsman...... It's all my fault...... You spare me...... Spare me......" Zhu Xueyan cried.

The old golden head came to Zhu Xueyan's bed, stretched out his hand and touched her forehead gently, and his face became solemn.

She ...... I'm afraid I'm going to burn out......"

He took a towel, wrapped some snow on the windowsill, and after the snow water soaked the towel, he applied it to Zhu Xueyan's forehead.

"You...... Lin Yiqing...... Don't come here! Believe it or not, I killed you! Kill you! ......" Zhu Xueyan shouted again.

Su Yue was startled when she heard her shouting loudly, and was about to cover her mouth, but Zhu Xueyan suddenly seemed to have lost all the strength of her body, and suddenly stopped struggling.

"You...... Don't push me...... I don't want to ......," she cried, shedding tears, and then fell silent.

"Lin Yiqing. You thief. I will not spare you! Su Yue looked at Zhu Xueyan's bruised appearance. I can't help but hate it.

At this time, she would not have thought that from this day on, the fate of her and Zhu Xueyan would change because of this person named Lin Yiqing.

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Dusayev's "Oriental Diary":

"9080-05-20:"

"I had planned this trip a long time ago. At that time, I didn't know when I would be able to put it into action, and suddenly I had such an opportunity. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a mission in life, and for the first time in his life, he set foot on the land of the Eastern Continent. The first thing that strikes you is that it is very different from Europe, from the buildings to the looks and dresses of the people. Completely exotic style. Although I dressed like a Qianguo, I knew that I was a real stranger here. ”

"The local business group is not ready to go, so we have to stay a few more days. Qin Fu hired a few local barbarians, and his goods were loaded in three carts, mostly brocade clothes and handicrafts from the interior, which could be exchanged for large quantities of furs and precious herbs in the northern grasslands. Sometimes merchants should be respected, though for no more than to make money, and it was they who tirelessly traveled across the continent to bring the steppe peoples the delicate tools made by artisans. It also transmitted the skills of the barbarian horse taming back to the Eastern Continent, and invisibly became the link between the various races in the East and the West. ”

"Yesterday we went to meet the leader of the caravan. Inside the felt tent are animal figures of pure gold and silver. Eagles, tigers, wolves, deer, etc., as well as some pendants and weapons. The barbarian chieftain, known as Daddy Poret, beckoned us to sit with him, and on a low table sat liquor and jerky for his guests. Although his hair was gray, the leader's might was not inferior to that of the tall barbarian youths around him, on the contrary, there was a kind of wisdom and sophistication in his eyes. The merchants of Qianguo respectfully gave some small gifts and asked each other about their customs. The conversation lasted about half a day, and Daddy Boritt spoke very authentic Qian's Chinese. As far as I know, the language of the barbarians has never been unified, and each tribe has its own special language. Since the Qianren, especially the merchants of the Qianguo Kingdom, stepped into the northern grasslands, they gradually brought in the culture including language, writing, weights and measures, etc. After the Chinese was spread, the barbarians of different tribes simply used the Chinese to communicate with each other. Therefore, it is not surprising that barbarians speak fluent Qianguo Chinese but very few Qianguo people can understand barbarian language, especially the dialects of some small tribes. ”

"When we were leaving, Daddy Boritt politely sent us out of the tent and told the merchants of Qianguo that as soon as the caravan was ready, he would send someone to inform us in advance."

"I barely spoke during the meeting, and Qin Fu introduced me as a traveler and a physician. When Papa Porett first saw me, I felt a look of surprise in his gaze, and he did a good job of hiding it. I don't think I'm overly sensitive, after all, I'm a person on a special mission. I think that in these regions, the influence of the Qianguo is not deep, and the people here should agree to seek the protection of His Majesty the great Tsar of the Russian Empire. ”

"June 30, 9080:"

"Finally set off. More than a dozen carriages, as well as merchants and guards. I sat next to Qin Fu and saw the barbarian knights on both sides, and I always felt something strange in my heart. A few months ago I was like these knights, guarding the merchants and their goods, and now it was my turn to sit in the carriage. ”

"Although they are all caravans, it seems that there are many differences between the barbarian team and the guards of the Qianguo caravan. No matter how small the scale is, there are always very strict rules for the guards, and the sentinels, the guards on both wings, the guards behind the palace, and the mobile patrol personnel are simply a regular escort army. Foreign mercenaries like us are only a supplementary force for the guards. The merchant chiefs here had their own private armies, and everything was organized according to the model of the Qianguo army. The barbarians, however, were not particular at all, wandering around the carriage seemingly idlely, and none of them wore heavy armor. I have very little knowledge of the barbarians (to be honest, I have lived in Europe since I was a child, and there are very few barbarians except for their appearance and character), and I cannot distinguish between the warriors and the merchants in the ranks, for everyone carries short swords, muskets, and bows and arrows on horseback. ”

"Daddy Porett rode a tall maroon horse at the forefront, the leader's waist straight and straight like a young man, and the only difference from the others was the flaming fox fur cloak on his body. I remembered the strange look in the old man's eyes. I stared at his back for a long time. ”

"At noon. We are more than sixty miles away from Siberia. The road is still lined with hills and shrublands. I was already a little impatient for the grasslands, and I asked the locals about it during the break, only to laugh awkwardly at each other. ”

"'It will take at least four or five days to walk inland to see the grassland.' He said. I turned my head and saw Daddy Porett sitting on a piece of bluestone with a pipe in his hand, which was filled with tobacco from the interior. ”

"'I thought I would see the savannah as soon as I set foot on the land of the East.' I said. ”

The other man smiled, lit the tobacco with flint, and shoved the pipe into his mouth and took a few puffs. The light smoke swirled and slowly dissipated. ”

"'If you go all the way east, you can also go to the sea, there are many ports, and they are very prosperous, but we barbarians are the least seafaring of all races, do you know why?' He asked. I shook my head. ”

"'Because we love the land so much, and there are the most beautiful grasslands there.' He replied. His words show the love of the barbarians for the grassland, and also show that they will not allow the grassland to be occupied by other peoples. ”

"9080-07-01:"

"Last night was the most special night I've had in all these days. When the sun was setting west, we came to the camp on the first day, on the leeward side of the hill, and not far away there was a small stream. The barbarians circled the wagons. They are no different from us in this respect. The campfire was soon lit, and the burning bush branches made a 'crackling' sound. Sitting by a warm fire, the fatigue of the day quickly melts away. A few young barbarians skillfully strung the whole lamb that had been washed with iron bars and set it on the fire, and the camp was soon filled with fragrance. ”

"People gradually gathered around the fire. Papa Porett untied a cowhide bag from his waist. 'According to the custom of our barbarians, the first night of a companion with a distinguished guest from afar is to be celebrated with fine wine and lamb. Immediately, the old man pulled the cork of the cowhide bag and poured it on the lamb, and the smell of wine came to his nose, and the barbarians around him shouted happily. The merchant of Qianguo was a little nervous to take the wine bag handed by the barbarian chief, the young rich boy was not good at drinking, I patted him lightly on the shoulder, someone had warned me that it was not right to refuse the courtesy of the master at any time. Qin Fu glanced at me, then swallowed the next sip of wine with difficulty. His face immediately flushed and he coughed desperately. The barbarian youths around them burst into laughter. Daddy Boritt motioned for Qin Fu to pass the wine bag to me, and I took a big sip, the self-brewed barbarian spirits, burning from my throat to my stomach. I wiped my mouth and handed the bag back to Daddy Porot. The other party smiled approvingly, and after drinking, passed the wine bag to the barbarian companion beside him. And so the feast began. ”

"Since I left Europe, this is my first night camping in the wilderness. Maybe I'm not used to their bedtime jokes and snoring, and I have some trouble sleeping. The night sky is quiet and peaceful, and the stars watch over the earth, always bless their people. Feeling a little lonely, I got up and walked around. I didn't expect to be spotted soon by the sentry on duty, who aimed his bow and arrow at me, and did not lay down his weapon until he saw my face. When asked if he minded my interruption, he shook his head, and I sat down next to him. It was a young barbarian warrior named ...... I can't remember it for a while, but my memory lately is really worrying. Anyway, this is a very competitive and energetic young man, and when I talk to him, I think of Conchiva more than once, and the two of them have the same personality. The barbarian youth said that he admired the most Danya, the founding monarch of the Daqian Empire, and he also told me that if he went to Beijing this time, he would definitely succeed in the selection of the famous cavalry unit of the Daqian Empire, Chibei. I wish him every success in the fulfillment of his wish and he is very happy. It wasn't until the next night shift of fighters came to change that we ended the conversation. Although it was just small talk, I also felt the uprightness and heartiness of the barbarians. ”

"In the second half of the night, I slept well. The Qianguo merchant next to him said a lot of dream talk, and his face was still red because of drunkenness. I sat down in a bumpy carriage and wrote this note, as the barbarian warrior passed me on horseback last night, smiling and winking at me. Oh, I remember, his name was Sukh, and the barbarian word means axe. ”

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