"Chun Tao, where did you fall? It's all my fault, I fell down from the mountain, and even you fell. Ahem......" The woman wanted to get up as she spoke, and Lan Yi found that the blood at the corner of her mouth was expanding, and the blood had flowed down her neck into the dirt under her, which looked very terrifying.

"I'm fine, don't move, be careful of hurting your internal organs." Lan Yi shook her head to shake off the dizziness, crawled to the woman's side, and first coaxed the crying baby who was distressed. "Baby, don't cry."

Lan Yi stretched out his sleeves to wipe away the tears and snot on his face, then sat on the ground and held him in his arms and shook him gently, patting his back with his left hand to let him pass his breath, and his movements were very skillful.

Her sister is a teacher at H University, and her family lives in the teacher's apartment next to the campus. Lan Yi was born when she was a freshman in her sister's family, and Lan Yi, who didn't have much class at that time, became half a nanny, and her sister helped take care of the baby in class. The baby in Lan Yi's arms stopped crying after being patted a few times by her, gently put her little head on her shoulder, and kept sobbing and choking.

"Ahem......" The woman in ancient costume coughed twice, the corners of her mouth were bloodshot, and the dirt under her body had been stained with blood and turned a moist black-brown.

"You're hurting your internal organs and arteries, what should I do, I won't give first aid." Lan Yi was very anxious, with such a speed of bleeding, she might lose too much blood and be life-threatening in the future. She didn't care how she was here, she only thought about how to stop the woman's bleeding, or she would soon bleed to death. Holding the child in one hand, she leaned over and asked, "Where do you feel uncomfortable?" ”

"Chun Tao......, I know I can't do it. I didn't expect to be able to see my husband so soon, ...... didn't God pity me......" The woman said intermittently, accompanied by the low sobbing sound of the baby, the scene made Lan Yi feel very miserable and miserable!

"What God is merciful, what should you do if you go to this child? Don't you know that motherless children are the most pitiful, how can they hold on, I'll go find herbs to stop the bleeding. Lan Yi was about to get up with the child in one hand, but was grabbed by the woman's raised arm.

The woman slowly sat up with Lan Yi's arm, stretched out her hand and patted the baby's back to soothe, the love and reluctance in her eyes were difficult to describe.

"Chun Tao, you ...... for saving the lives of my mother and son, and it is difficult for Yirou to be a horse for a cow in the next life. I'm useless, you take Wenxuan and run away, don't worry about me. The woman who claimed to be Yirou had tears falling like beads of broken threads at this time, closing the bloodshot corners of her mouth and her scattered hair, which was poignant and unusual, tragic and abnormal.

The sorrow of life is nothing more than this kind of life and death parting, Lan Yi's eyes are also red, and Yirou's deathbed behavior made her have an ominous premonition.

"Don't cry, I'll wrap your wound and you'll be fine. Let's go together,"

"Ahem...... Chun Tao, you tear open the lining of my placket, there is a fake household registration given to me by Steward Wang inside, you and Xuan'er will be mother and son in the future,......" The woman reached out and stroked the placket of her abdomen, "...... I don't want Xuan'er to have more opportunities in the future, I just hope that he will ...... Grow up safely, marry a wife and have children to continue the uncle's incense, don't, don't run around for this money and die again, then the black-hearted God will not spare him.......cough cough cough......"

Yirou's woman coughed violently, spit out more blood, stained her front red, she couldn't support her body and fell down again, and Lan Yi couldn't support it with one hand.

"Wow......" The baby in his arms seemed to be uncomfortable by Lan Yi's movements, and seemed to feel the rapid passage of his mother's life, crying loudly, Lan Yi hurriedly raised his hand and patted his back to comfort him. At this time, Yirou was already out of breath and less in breath, the flush on her face slowly turned gray, her eyes looked at the baby in Lan Yi's arms with tears, and she was afraid that she would not have the opportunity to talk to her child again.

"Yirou, don't worry, I will definitely take care of Xuan'er and let him grow up safely. I fell and injured my head and was a little confused, who are you suing me for that black-hearted liver? Lan Yi asked softly, she had to figure out who was the culprit in the situation of this family, and she knew who she was going to avoid with the child.

Yirou turned her eyes and looked at Lan Yi with concern, with complete trust and pity, and didn't care why Chun Tao didn't call herself a "slave" and didn't call herself "madam", she only said intermittently: "Wang...... Tian Gui, don't sue Sù Xuan'er...... Don't let him ......"

Yirou's hand fell from the baby's body, and she didn't breathe, and her eyes looking at Lan Yi and Wen Xuan didn't close, they were so straight, out of focus, out of focus, out of life.

Lan Yi faced the dead man for the first time, but she didn't feel scared, just a mess, she mechanically patted the baby's back and coaxed, ordering herself to calm down and think about the current situation.

She knew that she had crossed over and became this self-sacrificing savior, affectionate little girl Chun Tao. As for how the master and servant escaped, how they fell here, and where they were, she didn't know anything.

However, it is not difficult to speculate that after "Wang Tiangui" killed Yirou's "husband" for "money", he still did not let go of this orphan and widow. Well, children are a scourge, and it is inevitable that they will be cut down and eradicated. In any case, they forced the master and servant to flee with their children, and they did not know how to escape to this mountain, and fell down from the mountain and died.

"What a bloody plot!" Lan Yi cursed, she didn't even have a memory of Chun Tao, what should I do?

"What about myself, am I really so aggrieved to die on the Yellow Mountain? Or did you swap bodies with Chun Tao? ”

She mechanically picked up a stone and wanted to knock it on her head so that she could wear it back, but she knew that she couldn't go back, and the baby who fell asleep softly in her arms also made her unbearable, and she had just promised Yirou to take care of the baby!

"How could this damn traversal god choose me! I have parents who are not orphans, I have not been murdered and robbed of my boyfriend and husband, I have not been in a car accident, I am not infirm, I am not ......"

A gust of mountain wind blew, and a few crisp birdsongs woke Lan Yi from her chattering state, knowing that now was not the time to complain.

This should be in the mountains and valleys, surrounded by high mountains, lush vegetation, Lan Yi found that the place where the three of them fell was not very high, but Yirou was stuck in the back by a sharp mountain stone in order to protect the child.

"First bury Yirou's body, and then run away with the child." Lan Yi made a decision, although there may be chasing soldiers, but it is not possible to let Yirou expose the corpse in the wilderness, "Go into the soil for peace, and it can be regarded as doing your filial piety as a son of man for Wenxuan's baby." ”

Lan Yi looked at the baby who was already asleep in his arms, and didn't dare to put the child on the ground, in case there were wolves or other animals that took the child away, it would be a big trouble, and with his three-legged cat's kung fu, it was impossible to have any chance of winning.

Lan Yi looked left and right and found a small earthy blue baggage, she hurriedly went over and held the child with one hand and opened the baggage. I took out the two sets of women's plain clothes and a few sets of baby clothes and put them on the ground, and quickly used the furoshiki and a coat to make a simple baby carrier according to the DIY baby carrier method learned from the online video, and tied the child in my arms.

After Lan Yi said "rest in peace" to Yirou, she reached out and closed her eyes, wiped the blood from her face, and combed her hair with her white horn crown.

Tearing open the lining of her coat and taking out a palm-sized white cloth bag, Lan Yi hesitated for a moment, and then took off the necklace, bracelet and ring that Yirou was wearing. If you take your child to escape under such unknown circumstances, these gold, silver and jade ornaments can be exchanged for money, which can save your life at a critical time.

Lan Yi stood up and looked for a suitable place to bury. It's too late to dig now, and it's better to use it directly in a place like a pothole.

There are a few tall and stout pine trees not far away, and there happens to be a half-meter-deep depression gap between the trees, although it is not big, but it can also allow Yirou to lie down and be buried. Pines and cypresses are evergreen, and since ancient times, they have been the preferred trees planted around graves, and this gap is also a place to live.

Roughly cleaned up the broken branches, pine needles and other debris in the gaps, Lan Yi dragged Yirou into the cracks and put them away, buried them with soil and stones, and shoveled the blood stains on the ground with stone chips and threw them into the cracks, sprinkling the pile of dry pine needles and dead leaves to cover the traces as much as possible. She stood up and remembered the surrounding terrain, looked at the sleeping child in her arms, and sighed: "Yirou, this is all I can do, you can rest here in peace." ”

Lan Yi knew that she had delayed a lot of time, but fortunately, no one was chasing her, and she didn't dare to slack off, she put the sleeping Wen Xuan on the ground and took off the blood-stained shirt and skirt on her body, and put on the plain clothes in the baggage, which just fit, she wrapped everything on the ground and tied it with the skirt she took off, and she lifted the grass-green coarse cloth skirt she had changed into and pinned it to her waist, fortunately, she was wearing ankle-length shirts inside, although it looked indecent but it was much easier to move.

Holding the child and walking briskly in the direction of the valley, it took about half an hour for Lan Yi to walk out of the valley and find a clear stream flowing down from the mountains. She walked a little further along the stream, and when she found a large rock to hide her shape, she unfastened the child in her arms and covered it with it.

She washed away the blood and dirt on her hands with the cool water of the stream, and took a look at the water. The reflection in the water is the appearance of a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl, and her facial features are still somewhat similar to her, or similar to when she was in junior high and high school.

It's just that the double rings on this head, the immature goose egg face, and the big eyes are put together, where should a married woman look?

She scattered the thick long hair on her head and combed it into a simple woman's high bun according to Yirou's hairstyle. Don't doubt it, Lan Yi loves ancient literature, has specialized in studying ancient women's hairstyles, and when she was in school, she also used the long hair of the fourth child in the dormitory to experiment a few times, and it can be regarded as a good comb, when did she think that she would comb herself one day. This high bun is to gather the hair on the top of the head, bend and coil, like layers of clouds, this kind of hair bun was more popular in the Tang and Song dynasties, of course, she combed it more simply.

After all, there is a twenty-three-year-old soul living in this body, and it looks like the temperament is naturally more mature, and it is credible to say that there are fifteen or sixteen years old. Seeing the rehmannia that was blooming not far away, Lan Yi felt that she could use it to dye her complexion yellow. Rehmannia is very common in Lan Yi's hometown, because it has a sweet taste after flowering, so the family calls it hops, and Lan Yi did not pick this hop when she was a child to taste it. The root of Rehmannia is yellowish, Xiao Lan Yi often uses it as paint to paint, and the color of Rehmannia root is difficult to wash off on hands and clothes, so Lan Yi was complained by her mother. Now that she is on the run, she is still taking a child with such an obvious subject matter, it is easy to be discovered. Lan Yi wanted to dye herself as a yellow-faced woman. In this era, there were no cameras, and the basic way to find someone was to rely on portraits or descriptions, and the chance of being a yellow-faced woman was much smaller. "Moreover, Yirou looks like everyone is beautiful, dignified and weak, and her appearance is abnormal, and people who want to chase her will not associate her with the yellow-faced woman." Lan Yi mixed the juice of the root of Rehmannia with some soil and smeared it on his face, ears, neck and hands, and then observed himself in the water, it was really "earthy", it didn't look particularly fake, Lan Yi felt that it was so good. She bent down and drank a few sips of cool stream water, only then did she feel the discomfort on her body, it seemed that there were also bruises on her shoulders and waist, and she felt a faint pain, but she could bear it.

Lan Yi feels the most uncomfortable thing now is her feet. She now wears a pair of pink thread shoes, which are light, but not suitable for hiking, and are often seen in paintings of the Tang Dynasty and are often worn by maids. Thinking that the era he is in now should be similar to that of the Tang Dynasty, as a lover of ancient literature, Lan Yi is looking forward to seeing Li Bai, Du Fu, Bai Juyi, or Ouyang Xiu, Su Shi and other ancient masters.