The woman surnamed Mu obviously knew Wen Moqing and was very close, her eyes were red and she choked for a long time before she was reluctant to let go, but she was still vigilant with disgust when she said that she was worried: "Little bastard, why are you with this demon girl?" ”

"Aunt Mu doesn't have to be angry, she and King Qinglian are not the same person, and I will explain the relationship in detail when I have time." Wen Moqing finally moved his body and pushed Yan Liwu to his side, and his light tone couldn't find a trace of coldness, "Liwu, this is Aunt Mu Lanhemu, who was a general in the women's army back then, and one of the most trusted people by General Sang." ”

Wen Moqing introduced the two, in addition to explaining Yan Liwu's identity, she also hoped that she would get closer to Mu Lanhe, at least not-for-tat. Knowing his worries, he hurriedly bowed his head and gave a light salute, and with Wen Moqing, he also called his aunt, but what he got was Mu Lanhe's disdainful snort.

The hatred of the people of the Yuan Kingdom towards the Qinglian King cannot be eliminated with a few words, and in the same way, it is not so easy to get rid of the relationship with the Qinglian King with the same face.

Mu Lanhe was disgusted with Yan Li's worries, and it was difficult to do anything again because of Wen Moqing's face, so he simply turned a blind eye to Yan Li's worries, and pulled Wen Moqing onto the winding path: "Little bastard, why didn't you come out early to recognize your Aunt Mu?" I thought it was discovered by the lackeys of the imperial court! ”

"I wasn't sure it was Aunt Mu beforehand, if I knew, how could I hide? I overheard that someone might be here to find out where you are. Wen Moqing glanced back, and saw that Yan was a little pitiful walking alone behind, and he groaned for a while, but he could only shake his head and ignore her for the time being. Taking a deep breath and looking at the overgrown mountains and forests, Wen Moqing's eyes flashed: "Aunt Mu, are you the only one living here, or is there someone else?" ”

"At that time, the imperial court sent troops to suppress it, and 4,000 people surrounded and suppressed more than 200 of my women's army, and I only had seven who escaped in the chaotic battle. Now that the sick are dying, the arrested are arrested, and the only ones who can safely hide here are me and Qiao'ermei, but she hurt her back back then, and now she can't sit or stand, and she has even struggled to speak over the years. Speaking of sadness, Mu Lanhe wiped his eyes, and suddenly thought that Yan Liwu was still behind him, and spat hard and regained his strong complexion.

Wen Moqing stretched out her hand to take the burden in Mu Lanhe's hand: "Aunt Ma is also there?" Are these medicines for Aunt Ma? How is she now? ”

"I can't say it either, just follow me and see." Mu Lanhe slowed down, hesitated to the side, and glanced at Yan Liwu with unkind eyes, "Little bastard, this scourge can't be followed, you still think that my aunt will let her get away!" ”

Unprovoked and insulted and rejected, Yan Li was very aggrieved in his heart, and wanted to defend two sentences, but his eyes touched Wen Moqing's embarrassed face but he couldn't bear to make it difficult for him, and he turned around and left after dropping a sentence of "I'll wait for you at the inn".

Wen Moqing sighed silently: "Aunt Mu, I said, she is not the King of Qinglian. ”

"I don't care if it's me, it's annoying to see her, and she looks like a vixen again." Mu Lanhe continued to walk forward, and his doubts became more and more aggravated after tasting the taste, "Little bastard, how did you know that scourge?" What is the relationship? I heard that you have been in the limelight in Junzilou all these years, why did you get involved with her? Does the prince know? ”

"Father has long known that after all, she is not the Qinglian King, and there is nothing to be angry about. Because of the resemblance to the Qinglian King, I have suffered a lot during this time, and I only brought her out of the palace a few days ago, I wanted to find you and let her distract by the way, who ......knows" Wen Moqing smiled slightly bitterly.

Mu Lanhe and Wen Moqing met when he was young, and he didn't know what had changed after not seeing him for many years, so he didn't say much advice, and he didn't say much about the rest of the way to his residence.

Wild Wolf Slope is sheltered from the wind, Wen Moqing finally saw where the two elders Mu Lanhe and Ma Qiao'er live now, it is an extremely dilapidated and ugly grass house, open the rag door curtain, a musty and rotten smell comes to the face. Without waiting for her eyes to adjust to the dim light, Wen Moqing hurriedly burrowed into the low grass hut, her white and broad palms groping like a vague figure on the bedboard.

"Aunt Ma......"

"Sister Qiao'er, look who's coming! It's our little bastard! Mu Lanhe picked up the paralyzed Ma Qiao'er, grabbed Wen Moqing with one hand, and tears welled up in his eyes, "Look, our little bastard has grown up and came to us, and he still remembers calling your aunt...... Sister Qiao'er, look up, do you think the little bastard doesn't look like our General Tong? The same handsome ......"

The withered woman on the bed raised her head with difficulty, and her dark eyes slowly looked at the bent young man, and for a long time, tears rolled down her cloudy eyes, and her lips could not rub the name that rolled in her heart. Wen Moqing quietly clenched her fists, squatted down and gently pinched Ma Qiao'er's arm, which was already as thin as a bamboo pole.

"Aunt Mu, I know how to use medicine, I have to take Aunt Ma down the mountain to let her see, this disease is getting worse and worse." Without waiting for Mu Lanhe to object, Wen Moqing couldn't help but say that he helped Ma Qiao'er up and put it on his back, and stuffed the long sword in his hand to Mu Lanhe.

The sword is half of a warrior's life, especially for the cautious Wen Moqing, it is his most important line of defense, and handing over the sword to others is tantamount to removing most of his own defense, which shows his trust in Mu Lanhe.

Mu Lanhe moved his mouth to say something, but seeing that Ma Qiao'er was speechless but already had tears rippling, he sighed and shook his head, and finally did not stop Wen Moqing's action. After simply packing up the few things in the thatched hut, Mu Lanhe followed Wen Moqing and took Ma Qiao'er down the mountain, and when he walked to the place where he was separated from Yan and Yan, the figure standing alone in the mountain wind not far away came into view.

"She's worried about me, and it's impossible to go back to the inn alone." Wen Moqing had already expected such a shallow smile, and her calm eyes were meaningful, "Aunt Mu, Moqing doesn't want you to have no worries about separation, I just hope that I don't mention the Qinglian King in front of her again—those grievances and entanglements, the people who are most hurt are not you and me, but her." ”

Mu Lanhe hesitated for a long time, and in the end he didn't say yes or no, and still followed Wen Moqing step by step.

As Wen Moqing said, Yan Liwu couldn't rest assured of him, and turned around when he endured the grievances and walked to Anzhou City less than a hundred steps, thinking that he would wait for him here for a few hours, but who knew that Wen Moqing would reappear in less than half an hour, and there was a remnant of flesh and blood behind him. He always has a wonderful sense of responsibility for the patient, ignoring how Mu Lanhe next to him is cold-eyed, and he has been doing his best to help Wen Moqing carry Ma Qiao'er on his back, and he was not relieved until he was in the inn.

"It's very unlikely that the spinal injury will heal, but I can still deal with these bedsores. Wait a minute, you can help me go to the pharmacy and buy some common medicine, and I'll wipe her down first. As soon as she arrived at the inn, she began to be busy, she understood that Mu Lanhe and Ma Qiao'er lived in seclusion in the remote mountain col in order not to teach people to find out, so she didn't mention going to the hospital to see Ma Qiao'er, wrote a piece of paper full of medicinal materials and handed it to Wen Moqing, and then rushed into the room to clean up for Ma Qiao'er.

Mu Lanhe was extremely uneasy about Yan Liwu, if it wasn't for Wen Moqing forcibly pulling her outside the inn, maybe she would have stayed in the room to monitor Yan Liwu's every move, even if she was forcibly pulled away, she was still complaining.

"Aunt Mu can trust her in Liwu, and I am willing to guarantee with this life." Wen Moqing lightly justified her worries, half joking and half serious.

The Qinglian King is not something that anyone can come into contact with, but everyone knows the rumors about the Qinglian King, she is arrogant, she is flamboyant, she is empty-eyed, she is extravagant and wasteful, and she will never do something that only humble servants would do to clean people's bodies and treat bedsores. Mu Lanhe saw that Yan Liwu had taken care of Ma Qiao'er along the way, and guessed that she might really not be the same person as the Qinglian King, although she still ignored and even despised her on the surface, her heart eased a lot, and then she explained with warmth and affection, and then she didn't say anything ugly.

When the two of them returned from buying medicine, Yan Liwu had just cleaned up Ma Qiao'er's body that had not been bathed for a long time, except for a few dirty pieces of cloth stained with pus and blood in the basin, and there was also a fishy smell in the room.

Paralyzed people can't take care of themselves, and long-term bed rest will lead to bedsore ulcers, Mulanhe takes good care of Ma Qiaoer but does not know what to pay attention to when nursing paralyzed patients, which has inevitably delayed Ma Qiaoer's condition for many years.

Wen Moqing looked at the watershed basin floating with blood stains, and then looked at the sweaty Yan Li, and looked at Mu Lanhe without saying a word, but his eyes were deep. Ma Qiao'er hadn't been so clean and comfortable for a long time, she had already closed her eyes and snored slightly and fell asleep, Mu Lanhe stood on the side of the bed and was stunned for a long time, and then slowly looked up at Yan Li.

"Thank you."

Yan Liwu was also stunned, and immediately lowered his head, and a subtle smile bloomed on his lips: "The doctor's vocation, Aunt Mu is polite." ”

"I'll watch Qiao'er sleep for a while, you guys go out first."

After a brief gesture of kindness, Mulanhe bluntly kicked the two out of the room, as if the room belonged to her and not to be worried. Yan Liwu didn't complain about this, he left the room and went downstairs with a long sigh of relief, and was pulled hard by Wen Moqing in the front hall.

"Are you still feeling well?"

Yan Liwu sighed lightly: "It was so uncomfortable that I was going to die, but when she thanked her just now, she was half better, but now she is just a little annoyed, and I don't know when I will be able to get rid of this damn identity." ”

As long as there is a place where someone recognizes the appearance of the Qinglian King, this misunderstanding will not be eliminated, after all, few people know the small words and sorrows, and the Qinglian King has long been rooted in people's hearts. Wen Moqing didn't do anything to comfort her, raised her hand and pointed to the door: "It's time to pick up Jiu'er, take a break along the way." ”

Wang Yuanwai's mansion is not far from here, and he can't say a few words on that not too long journey, but he is a person who doesn't like to chat, and most of the time he walks, the two of them are silent to each other.

It wasn't until the entrance of the mansion that Wen Moqing suddenly spoke.

"Aunt Mu said that General Sang did escape and did not die in the chaotic battle; But she became ill and sick, and finally failed to survive it, and died on a snowy night six years ago. ”

The words were sad and the footsteps stopped, and the sadness in his heart was like a knife cut.

"What about Jiu'er? To tell-"

"Leaving worries," Wen Moqing seemed to be in a trance, and interrupted in a low voice without waiting for Yan Liwu to finish speaking, and his tone was full of inexplicable heartache, "My biggest wish in this life will never be realized." ”