In the blink of an eye, it was already summer and winter, and He Mian'er had been pregnant for many months, and her belly was getting bigger day by day, so her movement was quite inconvenient.

Thanks to the careful care of Mr. and Mrs. Chen and Mr. and Mrs. Sunina, they were able to survive the months of pregnancy unharmed.

In the past six months or so, the war on the border has not completely stopped, and the number of Mongolians who have migrated back from the border has become more and more.

She also lost the expectation she had when she first came to Beijing, and only thought that if she gave birth to a child, she would be able to return to Beijing to see her parents again in her lifetime.

This day coincides with the Chagansa festival of the Mongolian people. Chagansa Day is the Mongolian New Year and is held in the twelfth lunar month of each year. Large-scale festivals are held on the grasslands, where families offer the best mutton and dairy products, as well as birthday celebrations.

On this day, the Mongolian Khan Asuji led his people to the sparsely populated northern grasslands to compete in the "heroic triathlon" competitions that were tantamount to the Naadam Conference, including archery, horseback riding, and wrestling.

All the people were in high spirits, men, women, and children, all dressed up and rode their horses to the northern grassland.

Tang Fuzi also came to invite Chen Jingzhi to go with him, but Chen Fuzi was afraid that He Mian'er was about to give birth, and he was a literati, so he was not very interested in these martial arts competitions, so he hesitated again and again and refused.

Those who stayed here, except for Chen Fuzi and He Mian'er, were all old, weak, sick and disabled. Even Sunina and Bach set off early on horseback.

He Mian'er and Master Chen are already very familiar.

That Master Chen was probably afraid that He Mian'er would not be able to see the excitement, so she stayed alone in the yurt, so he told her some anecdotes that he had heard from Master Tang recently to make her happy.

"I heard that in the border area, in the past year, there has been a terrifying figure, known as the white-haired Yaksha." Chen Fuzi told He Mian'er what he had heard.

He Mian'er was really interested, and asked a little strangely: "What kind of character is this, why have you never heard of it?" ”

Chen Fuzi shook his head and said: "I don't know what the truth is, but I have only heard that this white-haired yaksha is very powerful, and even many places have begun to spread that it is not human and is a ghost, and it can capture people's souls." "For such rumors, if you say ten points, Master Chen only believes two points, that is, there is indeed such a powerful person on the border.

He Mian'er still didn't believe it, and after taking a sip of fresh milk by herself, she analyzed: "Demons and monsters, who always says what they say, but no one has ever seen it with their own eyes. ”

Then, she slowly lay on the bed, her belly has become bigger and bigger recently, and she feels a pain in her waist after sitting too much, which is really uncomfortable. Slowly spoke: "The rumors are even more unbelievable, I think eighty percent is like the boss of the kidnappers, killing people like hemp, so everyone is afraid." ”

At this point, she suddenly remembered the eldest of the kidnappers, and when she first came here, she was still frightened and always vigilant. Often had nightmares at night, it was the boss who chased after her and killed them both.

It wasn't until a few months later that the figure of that person was still missing, and He Mian'er was relieved. It is guessed that this is the territory of the Mongols, and the Mobei Tartars do not dare to come here easily.

What she didn't know was that the so-called boss who terrified her heart had been dead for a long time, and the bones were about to turn to ashes.

didn't mention this matter, and said that He Mian'er was lying on the bed, only to feel sleepiness. Since she became pregnant, she has been feeling sleepy all the time, and she doesn't care about it at the moment, just closes her eyes and prepares to take a nap.

Master Chen over there had consciously lowered his voice, boiling tea in a pot on the stove, holding a book and reading carefully, and for a while, the room was quiet.

At this moment, I could only hear a noise outside, and there seemed to be many kinds of sounds entangled, including the sound of horses' hooves, the cry of children, and the man's scolding.

He Mian'er was awakened and struggled to get up. That Master Chen had already put down the scroll in his hand, lifted the curtain, only glanced out quietly, and then lowered the curtain, his expression was serious, and his tone was already trembling slightly: "There are strong men, who are burning, killing and robbing." ”

In just a few words, it explains the difficulties of their situation.

After all, this time is different from the past, and He Mian'er, a pregnant woman like Liujia, is already very bulky, and it is impossible to escape no matter what.

Chen Fuzi is a weak scholar again, although he desperately wants to protect He Mian'er, but he is powerless, and he is so anxious that he picks up the big knife that he snatched from the thin old man in the past, but he doesn't know what to do.

This strong man is to pick the sturdy men and women in this yurt when they go out, and attack the old, weak, sick and disabled. is really vicious, and the methods can be called despicable and shameless.

He has never studied martial arts, and in the face of a strong man, he is afraid that it will be difficult to protect himself, let alone protect Mian'er and the child in his womb.

As the wailing grew nearer and closer, the choking smell of fire wafted around. He Mian'er had already struggled to get up, quietly walked to the door, and still lifted the curtain to look out.

He turned around and said sharply: "The matter is urgent, Master, please immediately set fire to our yurt, turn everything in the room into chaos, and it is best to smear some blood on your body and disguise it as if you have been killed." ”

As he spoke, he kicked the stove over, and the coals in the furnace were scattered all over the ground, and the woolen carpet began to catch fire.

Chen Fuzi was only slightly stunned, then he understood He Mian'er's intention, and did not hesitate at the moment, and began to burn the torch on the wall of the yurt, and suddenly a burning smell could be smelled in the room.

He Mian'er was responsible for turning the things in the room upside down and making it a mess. Master Chen saw that things were in a hurry, and when he heard the footsteps of a strong man approaching, he stretched out his arm and held a knife in his other hand, and cut without the slightest hesitation.

Seeing the blood gushing out, Master Chen ignored the pain, smeared the blood on He Mian'er's face and mouth, and when he found that the blood seemed to be insufficient, he decisively scratched a knife, and the scar was deep and bone-seeing.

He Mian'er watched Master Chen smear the blood on her back, and for a while, her chest was full of emotion, and she said: "Master, ....." No matter how much emotion and gratitude there was in his chest, he couldn't say a word at the moment.

Master Chen carefully helped He Mian'er to lie down on her side, covering her stomach and messing up her bun. Only then did he casually smear some blood, press the knife under him, and nest beside He Mian'er to take care of it.

I could only hear the footsteps of the strongman outside getting older and closer, and He Mian'er was so frightened that she couldn't breathe smoothly, and tried her best to pretend to be calm.

I heard a person who seemed to have lifted the curtain and wanted to come in.