The horse's hooves gradually slowed down, and Song Qing leaned his back against the trunk of the tree, not even daring to breathe for fear of revealing his whereabouts.

Hearing the sound of the horse's hooves stop, Song Qing was more curious than scared, so he quietly showed half of his head to peek.

It wasn't a bandit, it was a carriage, and there were two guard-like people riding on horses in the front and back of the carriage. All four were in their twenties, tall and sturdy, wearing brown cloth clothes and trousers, a simple bun fixed to the left side of the top of their heads with ordinary wooden hairpins, and carrying a bronze long sword about a meter or so behind them.

Bronze sword?! I think I've seen it in some TV series!

Song Qing searched in his mind for the few costume TV series he had watched, but most of them were iron swords or stainless steel, and the age of using bronze weapons seemed too early, but for a while, he couldn't remember which dynasty it was. Song Qing kept thinking about costume dramas and history textbooks in his mind, and he couldn't help but have a headache again.

At this time, I saw that after the carriage stopped, all four guards jumped off their horses, drew their long swords, and vigilantly guarded the carriage.

One of them, who seemed to be the leader of the guards, reported to the people in the carriage: "Master, it seems that there has been a robbery ahead, and more than 30 people have fallen to the ground, and I don't know whether they are alive or dead. ”

The car door slowly opened, Song Qing looked up, and saw two middle-aged men in their thirties getting out of the car. One person wears a blue robe, with a slender figure, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a straight nose, and a soft face, but there is a little vicissitudes at the corners of his eyes. A lock of hair on each side of the head is braided and tied into a bun with the rest of the hair, and a silver crown is firmly fastened to the top of the head. The other man followed closely behind the man below, dressed in a light gray cloth dress, with a hair bun fixed to the left side of the top of his head in a wooden hairpin like a guard, and his small figure and mediocre appearance could easily be overlooked if one did not pay attention to it.

The man in blue looked ahead after getting out of the car, and slowly spoke: "Qin Wen, you go and inquire to see if anyone is still alive." ”

"Yes." The man who seemed to be the head of the guard clenched his fists and stepped forward to investigate.

After a while, he turned back, "Master, thirty-three people are all angry for a long time. ”

The man in blue sighed slowly: "Alas, the world is really not peaceful!" He turned around and wanted to get into the car.

Song Qing hid behind a tree, a little anxious to see that he was leaving. I finally met someone passing by, and there was a carriage, if I let them go like this, I guess I won't meet anyone again today. Immediately, he hurriedly rushed out and shouted, "Wait a minute! ”

At the murder scene in the barren mountains and mountains, a little girl actually ran out?! The group was surprised.

When Song Qing was about to rush to the carriage, he was stopped by the guard named Qin Wen just now.

The man in blue turned to look at the young girl in front of him. I saw that her whole little face was dirty, and she couldn't see her original skin color and appearance, and her bright big eyes showed a hint of anxiety. His hair was disheveled, and he was wearing a patched white burlap dress with a lot of blood stains on it. He wore a small wooden plaque strung with fine hemp rope around his neck, a bag of things in his hand, straw sandals that were about to wear off, and his right foot with a toe exposed.

It seems that this child is the only survivor.

The man in blue walked up to Song Qing and said in a gentle tone: "What happened?" ”

Song Qing knew that he couldn't tell the truth, so he could only half-tell and tell his previous guesses, so he tried to imitate the tone of the ancients: "The little girl Song Qing, her father died early, Ben and her mother migrated with the clansmen, and they unexpectedly met bandits when they passed through here. In the panic, Qing accidentally hit the back of his head and fainted, but when he woke up, he saw that all the clansmen had been killed. ”

Song Qing couldn't help but think of her current mother again, and she didn't know if she had received the news of her accident, and if she would be too sad. In the future, if she is not by her mother's side, she will live well alone. After the crossing, all the grievances and sadness that were too late to appear came to my heart, and Song Qing's tears suddenly became like an unstoppable flood.

The man in blue saw Song Qing crying so sadly, and kept wiping her tears to comfort her: "Your deceased mother has a spirit underground, and I must be very relieved to know that you are safe now." ”

Although Song Qing is a twenty-two-year-old mind, after all, his father died early, and after his father's death, it was the first time he encountered an older man so comforting, and his heart suddenly no longer felt so uncomfortable.

After crying for a while, his mood calmed down, and after thinking about the thirty or so corpses on the side of the road, he sobbed again, "Qing can't bear to see my mother and the clansmen lying on the side of the road, I wanted to burn the corpses for burial, but I was still young and weak, and I had no strength to move only two people." Then he heard the sound of horses' hooves, and feared that the bandits would come again, so he hid behind the tree. Seeing that the master is not a bad person, he dares to come out. Master, please help Song Qing bury his family. ”

The man in blue saw that Song Qing had encountered such a big disaster at a young age, he spoke clearly and politely, and he felt pity in his heart, and gently stroked her head and said, "Okay." ”

Song Qingshang didn't have time to thank him, so he saw the gray-clothed man who had been silent step forward and whispered: "Master, no!" It's not early, we have to rush back to the house while it's dark, and the mountain road is not smooth at night. ”

The man in blue comforted Lao Yu: "Lao Yu, since we have met, let's do our best." It is impossible to dig a pit and set up a grave, only to burn the body, so as not to be taken by wild beasts, and to return to the house when it is dark. ”

After hearing this, Song Qing was afraid that Lao Yu would say anything more, which would make the old man regret it, so he hurriedly said: "Song Qing thanked the old man for burying his mother." ”

Seeing Song Qing like this, Lao Yu had no choice but to sigh, and ordered two guards to move the corpse, and the remaining two to collect the sundries and firewood that could be lit.

The man in blue had a warm smile on his face, holding Song Qing's little hand with one hand and caressing her hair with the other. Feeling that this female doll not only speaks in an orderly manner, but also is very clever and likes it, Wen Yan said: "You are alone now, can you go home with me?" Although I, Qin Zidu, am not a rich and noble person, I can also feed and clothe you. ”

Song Qing looked up at the man in blue, and felt that he gave himself a very cordial feeling, like a kind elder, and inexplicably trusted this man.

"Okay." Song Qing smiled, now he can be regarded as going out to meet a nobleman.

After Lao Yu and the guards set fire to the corpses, Song Qing faced the burning corpses and silently thought in his heart: I can only do this for you.

Qin Ziwan pulled Song Qing into the carriage. The group hurried again, and Song Qing sat in the small carriage, feeling extremely sore after a day of tiredness. The feeling of this day was like a dream, something unreal. I only hope that after waking up from the dream, I can lie on the small bed in the modern home, see my mother's smiling face, eat the food cooked by my mother, and suddenly fall asleep.