Zhao Ziqing's face was still a little pale, and his heart was beating heavily as if he was about to burst through his chest. She slowly got up from the ground and kicked the man's corpse to make sure that he was lifeless, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

It's just that before she could put her heart back in her stomach, a cry suddenly came from outside the woods: "There are still in the woods, hurry!" ”

The voice sounded full of violence and eagerness, Zhao Ziqing couldn't help but be slightly startled, turned his head to look in the direction of the sound, and saw that outside the woods, there was a group of people who had been suppressed by the black pressure at some point, and there were as many as fifty or sixty of them, and they were all riding horses.

Looking through their gaps, Zhao Ziqing also saw a person lying on the snow behind them, looking at the clothes that seemed to be the man who had fled in that direction just now, but at this time he was lying motionless on the ground, and he could vaguely see a large patch of blood under him, staining the snow red, thinking that he had become a corpse.

Zhao Ziqing didn't know who these people were for a while, but it was certain that it would definitely not be a good stubble, and they had obviously found her, because they were riding their horses and running this way. Now it's too late to find a place to hide.

Zhao Ziqing had no choice but to quickly change the bullet, but after changing it, she put away the pistol and stood in place and waited quietly - after all, she hadn't figured out who was on the other side, and Zhao Ziqing really didn't act rashly.

The snowflakes on the horse's hooves flew everywhere, and soon, they rushed into the woods and surrounded Zhao Ziqing. However, before Zhao Ziqing could see the appearance of the other party, she had already heard someone in the crowd around her shouting: "Miss, is it really you?" ”

Hearing this voice, the person who spoke seemed to be very excited, and then Zhao Ziqing saw a person quickly tumble off the horse, almost a little rolling out of the crowd and running in front of her.

This was a young man, who looked to be only about twenty years old, he stared at Zhao Ziqing excitedly, and at the same time wanted to reach out to grab her shoulder, but probably out of some kind of taboo between men and women, his hand stopped as soon as he was halfway out.

Then he knelt down, and his excited face suddenly felt a little guilty, and said in a ashamed voice: "Miss, it's all because I'm useless, I failed to protect you and made you suffer." It's a good thing you're still alive, otherwise I would have died a hundred times, and it wouldn't be enough to atone for this dereliction of duty......" He bowed his head as he spoke.

To be honest, Zhao Ziqing really didn't want to admit Meng Shiyun's identity, and wanted to say that you recognized the wrong person, and then turned around and left, but thinking of what happened to this girl before her death, and the appearance of the young man in front of him, he really couldn't bear to do this, and after being stunned for a while, he finally screamed after eating: "Du San?" ”

Du San hurriedly nodded: "The end will be." ”

“…… Get up. ”

At this time, the people around also dismounted one after another, and two men walked slowly, one of them was about twenty years old, and the other was a middle-aged man.

Zhao Ziqing raised his eyes to look at the middle-aged man, and saw that this person was about thirty-eight or nineteen years old, with upright eyebrows, a slight beard on his upper lip, although his face was faintly decadent, but his hair was combed very neatly, tied into a knot on the top of his head, and then tied with a green scarf.

Zhao Ziqing searched hard in the memories inherited from the girl, and after a long while, she finally shouted calmly: "Uncle Zuo." ”

Zuo Rong nodded, but there was a gloomy look on his face that he didn't know where to start with a thousand words.

"Girl, don't you know me?" The young man next to him couldn't help but say when he saw that Zhao Ziqing ignored him.

Zhao Ziqing turned his head to look at him, the young man's face was already stained with a lot of wind and frost, but the handsomeness and vigorous vitality between his eyebrows still gave people a feeling of clear wind and moon. It's just that Zhao Ziqing searched all of Meng Shiyun's memories, and he really couldn't remember where he had seen this person.

Du San, who was standing on the side, saw that Zhao Ziqing couldn't seem to remember who this person was, so he reminded him loudly: "Miss, this is your cousin Fengyu." ”

"Ugh!" Zhao Ziqing then remembered a teenager she had seen many years ago, when she was seven years old, she followed her mother to her grandmother's house thousands of miles away, and that was the only time she went out in her life.

At that time, there were many children of the same age as her grandmother's family, but the one who left the deepest impression on her was this Fengyu cousin.

Meng Shiyun was a little shy by nature, and she was a little reluctant to give birth when she first arrived at her grandmother's house, but this Fengyu cousin was like he had known each other before when he met, and he was able to play without a little twist. Feng Yu was also very good to her, in addition to giving her all kinds of food and play, he also took her to pick fruits and fly kites in the compound, and even climbed to the tree to dig out bird's nests to catch squirrels, making a group of maids and wives sweat profusely.

But these were all seven years ago, the young boy and the yellow-haired little girl have changed greatly now, and Meng Shiyun's body is even more different.

Zhao Ziqing looked at Feng Yu for a while, and smiled a little embarrassedly: "It's all grown so tall, you can still recognize it there." ”

Feng Yu looked at Zhao Ziqing's eyes full of kindness, as if there was some emotion burning underneath, and said with a smile: "You are the same, if it weren't for Du San, I wouldn't have recognized you." ”

Just when Zhao Ziqing didn't know what to say, a man in the crowd suddenly spoke: "General, let's go to the village quickly, saving people is like fighting fire, I'm afraid it's too late." ”

Before Zhao Ziqing could react to what he said, Zuo Rong immediately nodded and said loudly: "Get on the horse!" ”

Everyone turned over and got on their horses, Feng Yu and Du San rode their horses to Zhao Ziqing's side, and stretched out their hands to her at the same time: "Come up, I'll take you." ”

Zhao Ziqing was stuck in the middle, and he was in a dilemma for a while, not knowing whose horse to get on, but at this time Feng Yu suddenly smiled and said, "Take my horse, I will never let you fall into the river." ”

Somehow, after hearing this, Zhao Ziqing actually wanted to defend Du San a little - in fact, what happened that night was really not his fault - so he smiled at Feng Yu and said, "You can't blame him for what happened that day." After speaking, he turned around and grabbed Du San's hand and boarded the horse's back with his strength.

Du San's eyes obviously showed a burst of gratitude, he didn't look at Feng Yu again, only said to sit firmly, and then rode his horse to catch up.

When the group returned to the village, the place where the bandits had dinner just now had gathered more than half of the people who had gathered just now, men and women, old and young, but they didn't know where they came from.

The sound of sobbing and wailing kept coming out of the crowd, and there was a sadness that could not be loved.

At this time, the man who was in the woods and was in a hurry to shout to return to the village immediately turned over and dismounted, rushed over with a few arrows, and asked loudly, "Where the bandit went?" In fact, he had already seen the corpses all over the ground, but he didn't know what had happened, let alone that the bandits were all dead.