After last night's sneak attack, the number of Mu Qingao's close guards was sharply reduced from 27 to 13, of which eight were seriously injured, and the rest were more or less injured.

The cruel reality is in front of her, and the few people who were playing with her hippie smile yesterday died in the battle.

They are all children of their parents, and their relatives back home are looking forward to their triumphant return.

However, instead of contributing to the battlefield of defending the country, their bodies died in the partisan war.

Through the car window, Qingyun secretly looked out, Mu Qingao, who was walking in the front, was no longer tall, and he was more sad than anyone else to lose his brother.

Since the death of his mother, his heart has been warmed by such good brothers who have gone out of death and into life.

From Nanban to Beihu, many people have accompanied him for several years, but he has no way to protect their peace for a lifetime.

Half of the people who attacked him last night were from the Great Zhou Dynasty, half of them were from the Hu Dynasty, and his father and brothers really didn't want him to live in the world.

Why, exactly? He has stayed away from the court and away from those filthy faces, why are those people still unwilling to give him a way to live?

Qingyun stared at his back for a long time, and had an ominous premonition in his heart, so his heart, which had been calm for a few days, began to be entangled again, this time he went to Rongcheng, no matter what the price was, he must find Doubao, otherwise......

She didn't dare to continue thinking about it, if she couldn't find Doubao, she faintly felt that the two of them might never see each other again in this life.

The pace of the march slowed until late in the afternoon, when the team left the snow-capped mountains and walked down into a flat path, where light clouds gradually saw traces of human activity.

In the evening, he came to the post station that Xiao Bing said, which was already close to the Rong City of Beihu, but there was no one in the post station, leaving only a dilapidated empty house and dozens of corpses as stiff as iron.

Song Qingyun was the last to get out of the car, and as soon as she stood firm and wanted to move her body, Mu Qingao walked over with a blushing face.

She paused, cautiously watching him approach her, and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"You go with Yanping to fetch some water and come back."

"Me?"

Song Qingyun pointed to her nose and saw that Liu Yanping had already come over with several water bladders, so she had to nod and say, "Okay!" ”

Because her foot injury was not healed, Liu Yanping drove the carriage to a small river in the south, and the surrounding snow was blown by the strong wind to form a whirlpool, which could be tens of meters deep, as long as you stepped in, you didn't want to get out safely.

Liu Yanping carefully drove the car to a place with little snow, and when he reached the river, there was no road around, and in front of him was a snow wall as high as twelve or thirteen meters.

Sheltered from the wind, the raging north wind bypasses a road here, the temperature is warmer than elsewhere, and the light clouds stare thoughtfully at the snow wall.

"Lord Liu, it's better to take some snow and go back and boil it, you can drink it."

Liu Yanping was stunned, and only after a while did he say haha, "Yes, Mrs. Song is right, why didn't I think of it?" ”

As he spoke, he unhurriedly reached out and grabbed a handful of snow, and slowly stuffed it into the water bladder, making the light clouds burst into flames with slow movements.

"Lord Liu, you are ...... What are you doing here? ”

"Oh, pretending to be snow, didn't Mrs. Song say that she would put some snow back and boil it into water?"

"But how long are you going to pretend like this?"

"Madam, don't worry, when they settle down at the inn, someone will come to help the two of us, we are powerless, and besides, you still have a wound on your head, so you can't do heavy work."

Song Qingyun didn't feel that she was a sick person, the wound on her head occasionally brought her heart-piercing pain, and it would be fine if she got through it, as for the frostbite on her feet, thanks to Liu Yanping, there was a feeling at the end of the toe nerves, and she would be well adjusted if she raised it slowly.

But there is no one under Mu Qingao's hands who does not hang colors, she knows that Liu Yanping's medicine box is basically empty, otherwise she would have bandaged the wounds of those injured soldiers a long time ago.

asked them to drag the sick body to work, Song Qingyun couldn't bear it.

So she ignored Liu Yanping's obstruction, found a shovel and a few empty wine jars from the carriage, and quickly filled it with snow, so she urged Liu Yanping to turn the head of the car and return to the post station.

Liu Yanping had to delay for a few minutes, and at this time, a person came from outside, it was the little soldier beside Mu Qingao, and after giving Liu Yanping a look, Liu Yanping led the horse back without hesitation.

When she arrived at the door of the post station, Qingyun looked at the soldier who was sitting on the ground suspiciously, she had not been so disengaged when she left just now, why did she languish one by one in the blink of an eye?

She didn't know that Mu Qingao took her away, because she didn't want her to see the terrifying scene in the post station, except for dozens of corpses, the ground was full of human limbs and internal organs, if she saw it, she might have nightmares for a long time.

She carried the ruins into the inn, the ground was cleaned and covered with a layer of snow, but a disgusting smell of blood could still be smelled in the air.

In addition to the broken walls, the roof of the upper room was not intact, and the soldiers had lost so much blood that if they had lived in this environment at night, it was estimated that half of them would not wake up tomorrow morning.

Just as she was stunned, a person walked across from her, with her head bowed, her body thin, holding a sword in her hand, whispering to the person next to her.

Song Qingyun let go of the door and moved inside, and when the two passed by her, one of them said, "Lord Lin, you better let Lord Liu take a look at the wound on the back, don't get infected." ”

"I'm not in the way, you quickly send someone to find some firewood nearby, you can't let the brothers freeze tonight."

Song Qingyun stood there stiffly, and it took a long time to muster up the courage to move out slowly, and the man with his back to her was squatting on the ground talking to the paralyzed soldier, when he suddenly heard a trembling voice floating behind him.

"Lord Lin, what are you doing?"

He paused, turned his head suspiciously, the twilight was heavy, and the slanting sunset hit the last ray of light on the other party, and his delicate face was filled with incomprehensible anger.

He was dumbfounded, stood up and asked, "Are you talking to me?" ”

Originally, when he was squatting, Song Qingyun could still overwhelm him in momentum, but when he stood up straight and stared back at her, Qingyun had to raise his neck, and she looked at him suspiciously.

Belch? Not only has he become a lot taller, but why does he still look different from before?

"Lord Lin, why are you dressed like this?"

Lin Xuao, who lived in her house, was good at disguise, and Qingyun thought that Lin Xuao in front of him was also disguised, so he didn't doubt his true identity at the first time.

"Me?" Lin Xu Ao spread out his hands to look at himself, he has always been like this, but he has been marching and fighting recently, and his clothes are dirty, so he is not too sloppy.

Hearing that she was the woman that the prince liked, Lin Xuao couldn't help but look at it a few more times, and it was these glances that made Song Qingyun burst out of a ghostly fire.

"What's your expression? Now pretend you don't know me? Come with me, I have something to ask you. ”

Lin Xu was stunned, her fierce expression wanted to eat herself, thinking back that he didn't have anything to do with Qingyun along the way, let alone intersect, where did she get so angry?

But Song Qingyun's undoubted attitude made him have to follow behind, like a dog's leg, licking his smiling face and asking, "Sister-in-law, did I offend you somewhere?" ”

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