Back at home, Jiang Lanqing put everything in place, went to fetch water and firewood, and when he returned home, his son also happened to come back.

Afraid that his son would be hungry, Jiang Lanqing took out the rice baba he bought and gave him one, and asked him to pad his stomach first and cook by himself.

She was hungry for a long time, and the meal she ate in the morning until the afternoon, she was so hungry that her chest was close to her back, and the rice was relatively simple, one was cold and bitter, and the other was hot after eating the leftover braised rabbit meat.

After eating, seeing that it was not yet dark, Jiang Lanqing went to dig wild vegetables again with a basket on his back, and by the way, he cut a few peach trees and came back to carve, and Jiang Jingxuan also made a small tail to follow behind.

Jiang Lanqing took his son by the side and watched the sunset, feeling that his current life was very satisfying.

It's okay to be a single mother, she still lives well, and she doesn't have to rely on men.

The original body is the son who was forced, and that man may not appear in front of their mother and son in his life, this is Jiang Lanqing's most assured, no one will come to snatch her son from her.

When night fell, there were no candles or oil lamps at home, the mother and son went up early, Jiang Lanqing took out the new clothes he bought for his son, and asked him to get up and wear them the next morning, which made the little guy so happy that he couldn't sleep.

Jiang Lanqing had no choice but to tell her son the little story she knew, until her son breathed evenly and fell asleep.

By the moonlight outside, looking at her son's sleeping face, she felt so happy, and her heart was like eating honey, sweet.

In order for her son to live a good life, she had to work hard to earn money, anyway, she couldn't sleep for a while, so she took out a carving knife and took a piece of peach wood to carve it, and she was going to carve some peach wood swords first, which could be hung on her waist as jewelry.

In the moonlight, a model of a small sword was roughly carved, and twenty were carved in a row, before he went into the house and hugged his son to sleep.

Tonight, the moon is high and the stars are dotted, but it rains in the second half of the night.

Outside the forest, several villages seemed to be sleeping.

At this time, in the depths of the mountains and forests, a thrilling chase was being staged.

"He was injured and ran not far away, people should be nearby, search me carefully, I want to see people in life, I want to see corpses in death, I must not let him run away with that thing."

A cold word echoed in the rain, followed by a uniform answer, and then the leader of the black-clothed man waved his hand, and more than a dozen black-clothed people drew their swords in their hands, scattered to find their target, and stabbed in the bushes with their swords.

"Bang! Cha! Cha! ”

Listening to the sound of the sword stabbing, Siqing, who was pale due to excessive blood loss, pressed the bleeding wound on his chest and stared at his eyebrows in pain.

Forced down the fishy sweetness in his throat and swallowed it back.

It seems that he is destined to die here tonight, and he is sorry for not completing the task given to him by his master.

took out the array diagram in his arms, a flash of determination flashed in his eyes, and before those people noticed him, he hid the array diagram in the mouse hole under him, and quietly changed places to squat.

A simple series of actions took him a lot of effort, and he could no longer suppress the fishy sweetness in his chest: "Poof! ”

Blood splattered, the sound was too loud, and when the group of men in black discovered it, he could only preemptively draw his sword and stab at the nearest person.

He was like the end of a strong crossbow, a fight, the enemy was outnumbered, several swords in his body, and he was dying.

Slowly fell, covered in blood, and was quickly washed away by the rain.

A man in black searched him for a long time, found nothing, turned around and reported: "Head, nothing was found." ”