Chapter 5 Juveniles

Sometimes it was as if it was being soaked in warm water, sometimes as if it was buried in viscous mercury, and finally everything was burned by the fire, turning into a sharp pain between the wrists.

It hurts my heart.

There is only one sentence left in my ear, an obsession.

"You have to climb out of the abyss and live like a human being."

The sleeping girl clenched her wrist and opened her eyes suddenly.

"Ahh

The tip of the nose is no longer the smell of rotting leaves and birds and beasts in the mountains and forests, it is full of pungent smell mixed with medicinal herbs, the reason why it is pungent is because Lin Baoyue, who has become a winning hugyue, was directly choked and coughed from the coma by this smell.

"Ahem...... Ahem......"

Accompanied by her cough, a woman's surprised voice was heard not far away.

"Chen'er! Come on! She's awake! ”

Lin Baoyue, who had changed her name to Ying Baoyue, opened her eyes and heard the sound, and a middle-aged woman's face suddenly appeared in front of her.

She was lying on a bed in the corner of a room while the woman was standing beside her.

The woman's eyes are gentle and loving, and her dignified every move shows a good birth, but the drooping corners of her eyes and fine lines reveal some sorrow.

Seeing that Ying Baoyue woke up, the woman seemed to be relieved and stepped forward to help her up, but the next moment there was a cold young voice behind her.

"Mother, you rest, I'll come."

Ying Baoyue rolled her eyes, only to see a tall and thin young man walking from behind the woman, he was dressed in a thin kudzu short brown, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, the lines of his face were extremely resolute, obviously fifteen or sixteen years old, but his eyes were a little deep, and he seemed to be full of worries.

The boy had a bowl in his hand, and the unpleasant smell came from it. Ying Baoyue found that she also seemed to have a consistent taste in her mouth.

That's really ......

The young man looked at Ying Baoyue who woke up, his eyes were not as happy as his mother, put the bowl on the bedside table, looked at the weak girl on the bed, a trace of impatience peculiar to young people flashed between his unruly eyebrows, and he took a deep breath and stretched out his hand a little reluctantly......

Then he lifted it up.

The woman's eyes widened as she looked at the girl who sat up on the bed and froze.

The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

Ying Baoyue looked at the young man's hand in mid-air and was also a little embarrassed.

She seemed to sit up a little too fast......

After a pause, the boy quickly withdrew his hand, turned around and continued to pick up the bowl, frowning at the girl who sat up.

Ying Baoyue smiled bitterly and looked up at the strange mother and son.

This time, the young man and the woman were stunned.

While Ying Baoyue was looking at them, the boy and the woman were also looking at her.

Although she had been looking at her face for two days, the feeling of this girl being closed and when she opened her eyes was completely different.

The young man in the short brown of the kudzu frowned.

The moment she looked over, his heart jumped.

It's like a peerless sword unsheathed.

The girl sitting on the bed has eyes that are as clear as forests and lakes. When she woke up, she was surrounded by a very special atmosphere.

"You ......" The young man looked at Ying Baoyue and hesitated for a moment.

However, before he could speak, the girl sitting at the head of the bed smiled at him.

"Thank you for saving me."

The boy narrowed his eyes, "How do you know I saved you?" ”

Would it be such a reaction for a normal person to wake up in a coma and find himself in an unfamiliar environment?

"You carried me back from the forest, didn't you?" Ying Baoyue smiled and looked down at the young man's feet, "The dirt on your feet is very similar to the color of where I fell. ”

The boy was startled, and he raised his foot as if it were hot, and stared at the dirt on the heel of his straw sandals.

The next moment, he lowered his feet heavily and quickly frowned at the girl leaning on the head of the bed. What he didn't even realize was something that the girl with a weak face who had just woken up could see at a glance.

The boy narrowed his eyes and clenched the bowl in his hand.

"That's why I said before, brother, don't pick up things and go home," a cold female voice came from behind the young man. Ying Baoyue raised her head and saw a young girl who looked thirteen or fourteen years old standing at the door, her voice was sharp like a thorn, "Sure enough, I picked up a trouble and came back." ”

"Li'er! How do you speak? The woman was stunned when she heard this, and quickly turned around and scolded, "I don't remember that my mother taught you not to save you when you die!" ”

The girl snorted coldly and turned her head away, "Mother, what can you teach us?" ”

She sarcastically looked around the simply furnished room, "It's because of your soft-heartedness, mother, that we were driven to this place, right?" ”

The girl's words didn't know where they stabbed the woman, only to see the woman stunned, her eyes were mixed with regret, anger and disappointment, and the corners of her eyes were red, but she seemed to be afraid of the stranger behind her, and desperately restrained her emotions.

The girl at the door saw her mother's sad appearance, a trace of remorse flashed in her big eyes, and the hand on her side reached forward, but she became angry again when she saw her mother's weak appearance that she just wanted to wipe her tears, and finally stomped her feet and turned around and ran.

"Leaving the ......"

The middle-aged woman reached out, but didn't catch anything.

As soon as she woke up, Ying Baoyue was puzzled by a family dispute, but the young man in front of her turned around as if he had long been used to it.

"Mother, don't care about her," the young man only glanced at the door, "It's such a big person, you can't care about it." ”

The middle-aged woman sighed deeply, looked at Ying Baoyue on the bed and said apologetically, "The little woman is stubborn, which makes this little lady smile." ”

Ying Baoyue shook her head, "I want to thank this son for his righteous action." ”

After all, not everyone has the guts to bring back the girl who passed out alone in the mountains.

She looked up at the young man, "The grace of saving lives, toothless and unforgettable, may I also ask the name and surname of Engong?" ”

"I can't talk about life-saving grace," the young man gently shook the bowl of medicinal liquid and said lightly, "Everyone is not stupid, I should have understood, you ......"

He stared deeply at the girl on the bed, then looked in the other direction and said coldly, "People like you can't die so easily, right?" ”

Ying Baoyue followed his gaze, and a familiar piece of clothing on the back of the chair met her eyes.

It was the dress she had pulled out of the funeral goods when she walked out of the mausoleum.

Ying Baoyue silently looked down at her chest in another bedclothes.

The boy was stunned and realized something, and then said as if he had been burned, "This is what my mother changed for you!" ”

He didn't change her clothes!

Ying Baoyue looked up at him with some surprise, "I didn't mean to ask this. ”

This...... It's not the same as the teenager's expected reaction to the screaming girl.

He took a deep breath and calmed down, "Anyway, your clothes are not something that ordinary people can wear. ”

The young man's indifferent gaze seemed to look at the bottom of Ying Baoyue's heart.

"I am the eldest son of the former Qin Great Sima Guichang," he said his name expressionlessly, staring into Ying Baoyue's eyes.

"I ask you, who are you?"

……

……

The young man's question echoed in the empty room, but Ying Baoyue sat on the bed in a daze.

Because the first thing she heard was nothing else, but those two words.

Pre-Qin?

The Qin in her memory, the Qin who unified the whole continent, has only one word, not two words.

The country name is from Qin...... Became a former Qin?

Empire, what happened?