The group walked for a quarter of an hour, and there was hardly a complete house as far as the eye could see, the houses here were all made of mud and not enough to withstand the wind and sun, almost all of them were staggered and supported by only a few adobe bricks.

An Shuang has been here a few times late, so she naturally knows about this situation, but her secret guards are worried one by one, how to live in this kind of place, do you want to set up a tent?

Dark One stepped forward and asked, "Master, this ......"

"It's okay, let's wait a little longer......" Before An Shuangchi's words fell, the young man surnamed Wei not far away staggered over, and the snow behind him was stained with blood.

When he got closer, the young man asked, "Are you from the capital?"

An Shuangchi nodded slightly, and went up to help the young man, but was quietly dodged by the young man.

He withdrew his hand and said, "Is it the message you sent out?"

"Come with me."

The boy didn't reply directly, wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, and forced himself to walk in the other direction of the street.

The goose-feathered snow was falling one after another, and the young man dragged his bloody body slowly, and the blood flowers left behind everywhere he went were covered by the snow-white, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, how red it would have been under the snow.

The place where the young man surnamed Wei took them was a house that could no longer be called a house, and there was only a kang head and a curtain with a few strips of cloth in the dilapidated house, and the quilt on the kang head was completely uncolored, and the cotton wool inside was even more black and could not see a few good places.

Mo looked at the crumbling beams above his head, thinking that his life would be in danger if he came to live here, this was not a place where people could live.

An Shuangchi naturally didn't plan to live here, but just quietly waited for the young man's invitation.

"You don't have to look here, the snow is so heavy, it will collapse the beams of the house, and no one dares to live in the house in Mobei in winter." The boy spoke.

"And where do you live?" Mo asked softly.

At this moment, she has changed into a daughter's outfit, her hair is pulled into a men's bun, and she has slightly modified herself and put on simple men's clothes, plus her cheeks are red from the cold, this looks like a delicate ordinary young man, which can't attract much attention.

Wei Yi felt that the little brother in front of him had a delicate voice, and when those big clear eyes looked at him, he suddenly felt a sense of panic.

He didn't know what was wrong with him, could it be that this young man had tried some illusion on him, and for a moment he felt itchy at the root of his ears, and he didn't really want to answer this person's words.

It wasn't until the rough man on the side reminded them that he was familiar with them and walked towards a hole, and after they jumped down from the hole, they found that there was a hole inside.

Mo Qingrou thought it would be a black hole like a cave, but he didn't expect it to be an underground house, the layout of each by one looks very regular, although the ventilation conditions around the underground are very well designed, Xu is the reason why the teenager lives, and no one heats up the temperature in the house in advance, so when he comes down, he still feels very cold, but it is only a little better than the situation outside.

Still still cold and biting, Mo sniffed softly and asked, "Here, does everyone live in such a house?"

An Shuangchi heard the slightly hoarse sound of her voice, frowned, took off the coat on her body and put it on Mo Qingrou, and regretted it again in her heart, she knew that she shouldn't have brought her over, and if she couldn't do it, she would let the secret guard escort her back to Hainan, which is much better than here.

"Except for Yu Da here, everyone chooses to live underground."

The boy limped to pick up the firewood and prepared to heat up the house.

Seeing this, the secret guards went up to help, and secretly reminded him: "You better go and bandage this wound quickly."

There are many people and great power, although the secret guards are also here for the first time, but the space here is large, you can see at a glance what is going on, soon it is time to add firewood and firewood, and it is time to boil hot water, and the originally cold room instantly becomes lively and lively.

The boy coughed and leaned against the wall, walked to the corner, and slowly leaned down against the wall, then curled up there, not moving.

Mo Qingrou kept paying attention to the young man's movements, although the ground could be breathable, the light could not pass through, and only a few oil lamps were lit in the room.

She walked up to the boy in the light and reminded, "Your injuries are serious and need to be bandaged."

The young man said in a muffled voice after a while: "It's just some skin trauma, and I can't die!"

Mo gently felt that the young man was not pretending to be cold and arrogant, as if he was already used to this kind of life.

"But if you bleed too much, you will die, and you went to such great lengths to deliver the news just so that we could see you bleed to death?" An Shuangchi on the side stepped forward and pulled up the young man on the ground as he spoke.

Wei Yi was dragged defenselessly, and his footsteps were unsteady for a while and he was almost carried to the ground, An Shuangchi quickly took him with him and sat him on the bench next to him.

"When did I recognize you, and why did I send you a message? Ahem, cough, cough ......" Wei Yi stared at the man in front of him with a defensive face, and coughed violently with a fishy sweetness in his throat.

In this way, the wound on his back was torn, and the pain was heartbreaking, and he gritted his teeth and endured it violently, beads of sweat the size of beans flowed down his cheeks.

An Shuangchi beckoned to the secret guard on the side, and without waiting for Wei Yi to react in pain, he began to pull him down one by one.

Layer by layer of clothes were stripped off, Wei Yi did not refuse, Dark Weisan put the bloody clothes aside, looking at the blood-soaked underwear and worried, the clothes have been stuck with the wound If you take it off hard, it will inevitably be pulled off with the skin and flesh, so that the injury is not only aggravated, but also extremely difficult to deal with such a large area of wounds.

An Shuangchi looked at the whiplash wounds on Wei Yi's back, and said softly to Mo, "You turn your head first."

Then he commanded, "Take off his pants and get some spirits."

Although Wei Yi's mind was blurred in pain, he saw that the crowd was busy going in and out for him, and said forcibly: "No need to do this, as long as the wound does not bleed, it will naturally scab."

"Your wound is too severe, if you don't take medicine tonight, you will not survive to bleed to death tomorrow morning."

An Shuangchi said and lightly dipped his fingers in a little blood from Wei Yi's wound, and then said: "The whip that hit you this one was soaked in potion, and you will bleed all the time."

Mo Qingrou listened to An Shuangchi's words, only to realize that the weather in Mobei was so cold, how could the blood from the wound keep flowing.

Wei Yi, who was already conscious, shook his head and cried and laughed: "It's okay...... The medicine is still about half an hour old, and it will not flow again. ”

With such skillful rhetoric, people knew that this was not the first time he had been beaten, as if he had become accustomed to such treatment.

Mo Qingrou was a little anxious, stepped forward and said, "Your thin body, where can so much blood flow for half an hour?" Don't you really want to live? ”

An Shuangchi knew that Mo Qingrou didn't know much about medical skills, and used the measurement method of ordinary people, Wei Yi was indeed thin, but he didn't swallow his breath after half an hour, but most of this qi and blood were drained away, and he was almost half a life, and he was also a master of medicine if he could use this kind of whip to whip people, so that Wei Yi could continue to live, but he couldn't recover his qi and blood for a year and a half.

"The most worthless thing in Mobei is human life, and it is a great blessing to be alive." Wei Yi shook his head and replied casually, and moved his body to the side of the wall, it was colder over there, and it would be better to stick the wound on.

The dark guard had already taken the medicine and began to hold Wei Yi to give him the medicine, Wei Yi did not refuse, grinned in pain at most when taking the medicine, and did not make other sounds.

Mo Qingrou saw that the young man was so tolerant, and he frowned slightly after the alcohol, and he was curious about this young man in his heart, and even in a trance, the young man frowned and forbeared, and seemed to have a sense of déjà vu.

Mobei's supplies are very scarce, and the secret guards can only use the liquor they drink to clean Wei Yi's wounds, and every time this alcohol passes the wound, there will be a sizzling sound, and the wound has white foam coming out, the young man's face is wrinkled in pain, and his whole body is even stiffer, sitting motionless.

Such a tolerable appearance, in addition to making people feel admired, can also see that teenagers must be people who can achieve great things, endure what they can't bear, and their psychological quality is not ordinarily strong.

Mo lowered his eyes gently, he didn't keep staring at the young man, there was a big vinegar jar beside him, so don't be misunderstood by him.

After the wound was treated, the secret guards began to clean up the bloody clothes on the ground, and the room was also burned hot, and they casually put on a cotton coat for Wei Yi to clean up.

"Who are you who beat you up?" An Shuangchi drank the hot tea and asked casually.

"Boss Yu, the soil emperor of Mobei, that is, the garrison sent by the imperial court." Wei Yi mentioned the word imperial court, his face was full of disgust, as if he was mentioning something that made him disgusting.

An Shuangchi frowned, if he remembers it well, the garrison officer of Mobei was only changed a year ago, and he has never been to Mobei since then, and he heard that the garrison offended a powerful party in the capital, so he was sent here.

It's just that he knew that the garrison was just a poor official, and he was just promoted and assigned to Mobei.

"Who is he?" An Shuangchi then asked.

Wei Yi sneered: "Of course he is a person in the imperial court, he holds official seals and documents, and he lives in the official office, who do you say?"

Mo Qingrou frowned, and heard Wei Yi's dissatisfaction with the imperial court, but in a place like Mobei, where the emperor is far away, it is neither a military powerhouse, nor a good place for grain and grass production, there is no tax, and there is no place for monthly appropriations from the household department, except for the exiled prisoners have such a place, it has no effect at all, and the officials who are assigned here are not the same as being assigned?