readx;? The wilderness is vast, the heavens and the earth are closed, the cold wind is bleak, and the withered grass is miserable. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

There was a very richly dressed carriage speeding quickly, driven by a middle-aged man, not tall but very strong, sitting on the wheel, at first glance it seemed to look like an old-looking child, he wore a black felt hat, wearing a fat black cotton jacket, and a cloth rope tightly tied around his waist, like a black gourd.

The "gourd" seemed to be in a hurry, and kept raising the whip in his hand, and the whip was whipped on the back of the galloping horse, making a crisp sound, and the horse ran forward desperately with its tail raised, and puffs of sand and dust were raised behind the car.

The road was bumpy, the wheels of the car made a low "creaking" sound, sitting on the carriage was an anxious lady, although the carriage was moving forward quickly, she was still not satisfied with the current speed, kept urging the coachman to hurry up, and then hurry, the coachman repeatedly said yes, the whip on the horse's back whipped more frequently, accompanied by the shout of "drive, drive, drive".

But it didn't take long for the carriage to slow down, and the lady sitting in the carriage asked mercilessly: "Is your horsewhip frozen, or are you frozen, so slow, do you plan to go back until the thirtieth day of the lunar month?"

"I beg your pardon," explained the coachman, helplessly, "the carriage has turned into a forest, and the road is so narrow and slippery that the carriage cannot run at all, and after this forest it will surely speed up, and it must not be much delayed." ”

"Try your best! This trip to my relatives has delayed a lot of things. The woman kept complaining.

"Don't worry, we'll be running soon, and the horses and I are anxious. The coachman put the whip under his armpit, put his hands on his mouth, and covered his ears while it was hot.

Suddenly, a strong cold wind struck, and the weeds covered the air like a tattered mat, and the horse's front hooves rose with a roar of rage, and half of its body kicked in the air, almost causing the man to roll over on his back.

The coachman tightened his grip on the reins, trying to keep the manic horse in check, and the lady who was sitting on it jumped out of the carriage in a state of astonishment.

This noble lady was about forty years old, her hair was slightly curly, black and shiny, and she wore a pair of gold earrings the size of knockers in both ears.

The noblewoman wore a satin scarf around her neck, a shawl sewn of mink on her shoulders, and a silk embroidered with a mandarin duck pattern, and her whole outfit was incompatible with the desolate wildness.

She frowned and squinted at the carriage and the coachman, domineering.

The coachman was so frightened that he got down from the wheel, and only came to the woman's side, his lips moved slightly: "The woman was frightened, just now, I don't know where the demon wind came from, and I almost startled the horse." ”

"Don't you go out without eyes?" the woman reprimanded as she stared at the driver, aggressively, "driving is like having your eyes closed, and you almost killed your mother." ”

"Yes!" said the coachman, respectfully helping the lady into the carriage, carefully lowering the curtain, getting back into the chariot, and taking up the whip, and when the whip was raised in mid-air, he said in astonishment, "Woman, it seems that a living person is buried over there." ”

"Bury it, bury it, what do you care about them? The woman's tone was tough, and she had no intention of doing so.

The coachman drove the carriage forward, and said with a little regret: "Pity this girl, she ...... at a young age."

"Stop, it's a girl, then I'll have to take a look, maybe it's a cash cow!" The woman heard the word "girl", and before the coachman could finish speaking, she lifted the curtain, and her eyes suddenly flashed with gold.

"Don't startle the snake, wait for them to leave, let's go over, if the girl is handsome, if you can save her, you can save her life, if she looks ugly, even if it, we won't suffer anyway!" The woman was half-squatting in the carriage, holding the curtain in her hand, revealing only a pair of eyes.

The noble lady hiding in the carriage saw several young men leaving one after another, so she hurriedly ran to the pit with the coachman, and ordered the coachman to hurry up and dig the soil, and there was no tool to dig the soil, so she could only dig in the pit with the strength of her hands, and the woman standing on the side urged anxiously, as if the girl buried in the soil was her own daughter.

The poor coachman's hands kept digging between the cold clods of earth, his fingers were broken and bleeding, he did not stop, he dug vigorously, and the girl buried in the soil gradually revealed most of her body, and then her knees, and finally with the efforts of the coachman's hands covered with blood and mud, the girl was able to see the light of day again.

The noble lady came to the edge of the pit, put her hand in front of the girl's nostrils, paused for ten seconds, nodded proudly, and ordered the coachman to carry the girl into the carriage and take the girl home.

When everything was taken care of, the carriage left the wilderness, and the endless plain stretched out its broad arms to the carriage. With a long string of snot hanging from the tip of the coachman's nose, he whipped the horse's back sharply, and the carriage faded away and disappeared into the vast world.

The roaring northwest wind was hoarse like an old cow with a butcher's knife, the dust and debris hovered hopelessly in mid-air, the skinned earth was frozen by the cold current, and the looming sun was powerless to comment on the cold earth.

The carriage traveled day and night until it finally entered the bustling market. The streets are spacious, and the sides are lined with shops of all sizes, and flags fluttering in front of them in the wind.

This carriage runs through the urban area, and the east-west streets are mainly restaurants, cloth shops, pharmacies, cooked food, seasonal melons and fruits; the two streets in the north and south directions are very different from each other, one street is more focused on leisure and recreation, and the sound of dogs and horses is extremely sound, and the dignitaries and nobles are endless, and beautiful women abound, which is really a prosperous and lively scene.

The moonlight was shining, and the carriage entered the main street, coinciding with the Lantern Festival, the street was brightly lit, the shops were open to customers, and all kinds of stalls occupied the street at will, and the stall owners would shout a few times from time to time, and they wanted to compete with the noisy sound on the street.

All kinds of lanterns are picked up on the pole, or hung on the erected high platform, or are carried in the hand, although the position is high and short, but the delicacy is not good or bad, all of them are ingenious, all make people feel more festive.

The streets are full of people, some people watching lanterns, some buying lanterns, some sitting on small stalls eating, some guessing and drinking, some wandering around with nothing to do, and some inviting one or two confidants to idle under the lanterns. In short, it is extremely lively, extremely crowded, and extremely noisy.

The carriage was suddenly mired in a quagmire, and the coachman wiped his mouth and nose with his sleeve, jumped out of the carriage, and dragged the reins of the horse as he drove the way ahead.

"Try to hurry up, this girl has been in a coma all the way, her breath is getting weaker and weaker, and she is choking when she doesn't go anywhere. The woman in the carriage told the driver who was pulling the horse forward.

"Yes, woman. It's just that there are people everywhere, and if you take a slightly bigger step, you can step on someone else's foot. The driver responded to the woman sitting in the car while shouting, "Give way, let go." ”

The car finally squeezed out of the crowd, and the coachman hurriedly sat down on the wheel, picked up the whip, and beat the horse's back fiercely, and the carriage began to run fast again.

In a few moments, the carriage turned into a north-south street full of rouge and gouache, and the wheels crushed the mottled points of light that the moon sprinkled on the ground through the low-hanging willow branches, and came to a stop in front of the building with the plaque "Drunken Heart".

Seeing the car stop, there were three young girls dressed in fancy clothes, holding up the plump rufang, shaking the waist of the water snake to the side of the carriage, and said in unison in the same tone as a warbler: "Mom is finally back, we are looking forward to Mom coming back every day, but looking through the autumn water, I finally see you!"

"yes, Mom, you don't know how much we miss you......"

"When I hear a magpie in the morning, I know you're coming back......"

"Alright, alright!" The coachman lifted the curtain, and the lady sitting in the car did not seem to appreciate the earnest feelings of the three girls, her expression was serious, and her tone was stern, "Don't talk nonsense, find someone to get this girl to the room, quick!"

The three girls said in unison: "Yes!"

One of them ran back, but he tripped over the cheongsam and fell to the ground without running two steps, and the other two girls who were shaking the waist of the water snake saw this, covered their mouths with handkerchiefs and laughed, and the woman sitting in the car was even more angry, and reprimanded:

"Rubbish!"

The girl lying on the ground immediately got up, holding her shoes in one hand and the front piece of the cheongsam in the other, and ran into the building barefoot.

The other two girls who were shaking the waist of the water snake suddenly put away their smiling faces, and timidly peeked at the woman sitting in the carriage and the woman lying in the carriage, looking at each other from time to time, with curiosity and doubt in their eyes.

"Hurry up, run!" Three men in coarse cloth ran out of the door, and the one who ran in front kept urging the two men who followed behind, and the three of them ran towards the carriage in a panic, and the girl who had just wrestled followed them, still holding shoes in one hand and the front piece of a cheongsam in the other.

"Come here, get her to her room, be careful. The woman kept waving her hand and motioned to the man in the coarse cloth to move as fast as he could.

When the girl was carried away, the coachman put the stool for getting off the car and stepped on, and helped the woman out of the carriage, and when he was about to drive away the carriage, the woman hurriedly stopped him: "Fugen, you go find a man and show the girl, it is best to let her work as soon as possible." ”

The coachman, who was called Fugen, turned his horse's head and ran towards the main street, leaving behind a string of "deserved" horses' hooves.

"Who is she, Mother, how did you get to be like this?" When the three girls saw that there was only one woman, they all came closer, eager to know the true identity of the half-dead girl.

"Greetings and go, and inquiring has hinged your tongues. The woman glared back at them, and the three girls shrank back and lowered their heads.

"Cuiyu, you go and take care of this girl, you must be good at serving. The woman didn't look back when she spoke.

"Got it, Mom. The wrestling girl was called Jade by the woman, and she readily agreed to the woman's request, and once again ran barefoot into the building.

Half an hour later, the coachman Fugen brought a bearded man.

Na Lang Zhong put the things in his hand with him, closed his eyes and began to take the pulse of the girl lying on the bed, and the other hand kept brushing his beard, time pierced and quiet, this Lang Zhong still closed his eyes, frowning and shaking his head from time to time.

At this moment, the smell of death wafted through the room.