Lying on a hard bed, Nina dreamed of Marven jumping around in front of her, while two maids who always accompanied her combed her long chestnut hair behind her. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info She looked at herself in the mirror, so young, just like when she was on the prairie. And when all fell silent, Kenny lay beside her, she looked at him, the moonlight painted his resolute cheeks silvery-gray, he touched her belly, and smiled lightly.

How wonderful, but good things don't last long. The morning came mercilessly, and the morning sun pierced down like a dagger, tearing and shattering the dream. She woke up sore and exhausted and lonely: she had never ridden a horse for so long, and had ridden for so long days and days, unaccompanied and pregnant. To make matters worse, she had no direction at all, and she didn't know where she was going, so she had to let the horses gallop along the mountain paths and the grasslands.

In those days, she wanted to cry loudly, crying for herself, crying for the child in her womb. But fate would not allow her to do this, if she cried loudly in the crowd, she would definitely attract the spurning and contempt of the townspeople, although she was only half of the Kartha people who traveled with her, but those who were also Kenny's townspeople, as a lord's woman, she could not do this.

When the party entered the forest, she gave up her horse to a child with a mutilated leg, and she followed the group with her bulging belly until a group of pursuers arrived, forgetting how she had taken an old horse pulling a cart and ran out of the crowd into the depths of the forest.

She had been in the forest for four days before she dared to poke her head out of the hollow of the tree, and by that time she was so thirsty and hungry that she was on the verge of death. But fate seemed to play such a joke, and she found a fruit tree, and lived on the green wild fruit of the tree, while the old horse was still grazing not far away, and no one seemed to be around, and yet another bad thing happened - she was lost.

The forest was bigger than she thought it would be, and it was easier to get lost. The day here is like the evening on the plains, and the sun has become a luxury, so she can only explore the path during the day, and at night, she can only hide under a large tree and pray to the god Namu that the next dawn will come.

On the evening of the sixth day of her loss, she finally came out of the forest. She wanted to cry again as she rode through the wilderness, but fate would not allow her to do so, and making noises in uninhabited forests or plains could easily attract hungry beasts, and then she would be torn apart and turned into a disgusting lump of meat sauce.

It's okay for me to die, but ..... child Thinking of this, she could only hold back her tears and tell herself that one day she would let herself no longer be strong. But it's not today, it's not tomorrow, it's really not today, you have to wait until the child is born. No, I still have to watch him grow up, marry a wife and have children..... She told herself silently in her heart, then clamped the horse's belly, shook the reins, and galloped all the way in the direction of the rising sun.

Finally, on the third day out of the forest, he found a village, where he met two acquaintances, Lindh and Mio. For her, this is probably the only good news in the past half month.

"When we returned that day, we saw a fire in the valley, and the guards who stayed behind were fighting with an army!" the winged birdman told Nina. Little Linde beside him nodded repeatedly. "Ma'am, you're scared to death!" the birdman swallowed.....

Outside, people come and go. She heard the neighing of the horse, and the crisp jingling of the bell, and the man on the horse seemed to keep waving his whip and whipping the horse under his crotch, and the horse seemed to be on a bar with its master, and even if the whip sounded again, it still held its head high and neighed, and stopped.

To the Angolans, horses are friends, but now she is no longer the lady of the lord who sits on the glory of the lord, so she can only choose to turn a deaf ear and fumble with her clothes in bed. Immediately, she found her fingers more clumsy and stiff than ever, but she should have been glad that she could still use them, and the hand that had held the reins was scarred after days of running.

Out of the room, little Lind was cooking cereal porridge in a pot, while Mio sat beside him, fiddling with his freshly made short bow. "Ma'am," said the bird-man as Nina came out, "are you awake, what do you want to eat this morning?

"Cereal porridge is fine. Nina walked over to the table and pulled out a stool and sat down, "It's good to have a bowl of hot porridge to drink, if you cook my portion." ”

"Of course, ma'am. Little Linde raised his head and smiled at her.

"When I went hunting in the morning, I picked some ancient vine grass by the way," Mio picked up the clay pot as he turned over the cup on the table, "You are tired from running around all day, this thing can not only dispel fatigue, but also allow your hand injuries to heal quickly." He pushed the cup over, "This is our Winged Terran's secret recipe, ma'am. ”

"Thank you very much!" Nina hugged with her broken palm, breathing, and waiting for the water to cool. The villagers told her that they had been there for almost a week in the Assyrian realm, east of the Dragon's Blood Forest, and that every day she asked Lind and the Birdmen to walk as little as possible, except for the necessary purchases, and that although the village seemed peaceful and peaceful on the surface, with no sign of war, an army might come out at some point to surround them in the old hut.

She didn't know when such days would end, and at the same time worried that it would be another bad start when it was over. She recalls the days in the valley, although it can't be compared to Karta, but after all, she is surrounded by familiar people, and Mike, who was born in the same territory, takes care of her. At first, when she met Alan, who had the same surname as her husband, she thought she would soon see him and tell her about her pregnancy, but everything was .....

A pale smile crossed her cheeks as she remembered the past. Fate played a joke on me again and again, and Nina thought while sucking on the bitter medicinal soup, at this moment, I really want to go back to a year ago, and if I can go back, I must advise him not to make fearless sacrifices.....

"Madame, your porridge is ready. ”

Nina turned around and saw Little Linde carrying a steaming cereal porridge all night. "Thank you. She smiled at the boy.

"Ma'am," said Miou, stirring the cereal, "after breakfast, Linde and I will go out to the creek outside the village to catch some fish, and now that you are pregnant, and you have been tired from all these days, you should eat more good things to make up for it." ”

"Like a big bowl of fish soup!" declared Linde Jr. as he sat down in his chair.

"No, don't go out!" Nina put down her spoon suddenly, "This is not Karta, and it is not Nippur, we are in someone else's territory now, and I don't know how many pairs of eyes are staring at us outside!"

"Oh. Mio answered, buried her head in the bowl, and said no more.