Fine snow.

The mountain roads are rugged.

He Meixiong, dressed in a thick beast fur, carried Guo Shanchuan on his back and trekked hard along the blue brick steps towards the mountain.

Because of the falling snow, the steps were covered with a layer of snow, creaking when stepped on, the mountain road was rough and difficult to walk, few people passed, the branches on both sides grew indiscriminately, the occasional barbs scratched He Meixiong's clothes and cheeks, and the northerly wind of the road made her look very bad.

Although her voice was hoarse, it was still childish, "When you climb this mountain, you can see the border with the barbarians." This season, it is snowing heavily there, and I will take you to see the heavy snow, which is as big as a goose feather, and it will not melt when it falls on your body. ”

Guo Shanchuan's breath was weak, and he was wrapped in a velvet blanket.

Along the way, he was close to running out of oil.

He opened his eyes weakly, and the snowflakes fell on his eyelashes, and he blinked lightly, and they seemed to turn into water.

He slowly stretched out his hand from the velvet blanket, and the snowflakes fell on the palm of his hand so soft that he couldn't feel the cold.

His lips were slowly curled, and his pupils were full of satisfaction, "Little Bear, I am already satisfied with this journey with you, even if I die at this moment, I have no regrets." ”

The word "death" stung He Meixiong.

She changed the subject, "Your voice is hoarse, are you thirsty?" ”

She put Guo Shanchuan on the side of the road and looked for a water bladder from her bag, "I remember that there is still half a pot of water left, wrapped in a blanket, it should still be warm at the moment......"

She opened the water bladder, but it was empty, and at some point, there was not a drop of water left.

Panic flashed in her eyes, and she began to shake the water bladder, "It shouldn't be, what about our water?" What if you don't have water, what do you do to quench your thirst? We still have a long way to go, we have to see the snow further north......"

As if she was deliberately covering up something, she spoke very quickly, desperately trying not to let herself think about the word "death".

Her eyes gradually turned red, her shaking of the water bladder became more and more rude, and her voice became more and more impatient, "I obviously brought enough hot water, I must have drunk it halfway!" What a bastard I'm a—"

"Bear."

Guo Shanchuan interrupted her.

He Meixiong didn't dare to look into his eyes, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I also prepared a few wild fruits, you can barely quench your thirst if you take them and eat them." ”

She lowered her head and rummaged through her bags, Guo Shanchuan held her hand, "Little bear, I can't do it anymore." ”

The bag flipped on its side, and a few rotten wild fruit bones hidden in it rolled up the steps, and rolled down the steps again.

He Meixiong still kept his head down.

The warm liquid dripped on the back of Guo Shanchuan's hand, and it was He Meixiong's tears.

Guo Shanchuan raised his head, raised his hand with difficulty, and slowly wiped away the tears on her face, "I am a concubine, and in this life, I was originally superfluous." In this life, no one has ever cried for me, can get your tears, mountains and rivers die without regrets. ”

Wind and frost.

I don't know when, the boy's hands were also red and swollen from the cold.

The mountains are full of snow, and the four fields are silent.

He Meixiong cried and hugged him, and a desolation and regret were born in his heart.

It was only a month or two since they met.

But the feelings of teenagers and girls come so suddenly and so purely, knowing that there is a huge disparity in identity, knowing that there is no future, it is still difficult to suppress the natural goodwill.

Guo Shanchuan lay in He Meixiong's arms, his eyelids couldn't support it and slowly closed, but his hands were uneasy to grasp the girl's clothes, struggling as if there was something important to explain, "Little bear...... My father...... My father...... Those paintings ......"

Sweet throat.

Guo Shanchuan spat out the last mouthful of blood, and finally lost his breath.

The cold wind is blowing, the bamboo, trees, pines and cypresses in the mountains are rattling, and the snow is falling heavier.

He Meixiong was stunned, and her voice trembled lightly: "Guo ...... Guo Shanchuan? ”

In the world, no one will respond to this name.

The exhaustion, sadness and despair of this journey welled up in his heart, and He Meixiong finally hugged the young man's still warm corpse and cried.

I don't know how long she cried, she sobbed and buried Guo Shanchuan in the mountains.

It was already dark.

He Meixiong was adding soil to the grave, and suddenly there were lights in the distance.

The sound of horses' hooves came, but it was only half a cup of tea before it came to me.

She raised her red and swollen eyes and looked at them, and couldn't help but be stunned.

Several cavalrymen who came were dressed in alien costumes, with curly hair and brown eyes, and they were actually barbarian soldiers!

She stood up suddenly, wiped her face and looked around, extremely convinced: "This is the realm of the Central Plains, why are you here?!" ”

Several people stared at her with jealousy, they didn't expect to meet the Central Plains people in this kind of deep mountain and old forest.

They chatted for a while.

When He Meixiong was in Ningzhou, he often interacted with the barbarians, so he could roughly understand their language.

They were secretly inspecting the military deployment of the border boundaries, and they wanted to lead 500,000 cavalry to invade Luojing and gain the vast and fertile territory of the Central Plains.

He Meixiong's gaze changed and changed.

When they finally finished talking, one of the soldiers drew his narrow knife and stabbed at He Meixiong without hesitation!

Obviously, it was for the sake of extinguishing the mouth.

He Meixiong quickly retreated and stood in front of Guo Shanchuan's grave.

She untied the thick beast fur and threw it to the ground, she wore a robe with narrow sleeves and waist, stepped on old cowhide boots, and faced several barbarian soldiers, decisively pulled out two scimitars at her waist.

The cold night is vast, and the mountains are endless.

The vast territory of the Central Plains was shrouded in the endless sky behind the girl.

He Meixiong's sword skills were learned from his father, and they are also very exquisite.

The scimitar spun around in her hand a few times, reflecting a chilling glow.

At this moment, she completely lost the love of her children just now, her eyes were dark and thin, she put on a standard posture of battle, and in the language of the barbarians, she said loudly: "The Central Plains does not give up an inch of land, if you want to occupy it, please pass from the little girl." ”

……

Half a month later.

Because of his merit in exposing the Guo family's crimes, Gu Zhizhou did not arrange many tasks for He Yao during this time.

He Yao went to Guozijian to study during the day, and read the files in the Tiansi Judgment File Room at night, plus Huo Xiaoqi's snacks and chickens, ducks, and fish meat in order to learn the He family's marksmanship, she lived a very happy life.

It's just that every time she meets Xiao Houye, the other party's eyes seem to be different from before, which makes her feel weird.

Approaching the end of the year, Guozijian also had a holiday.

But everyone is not idle, including the steward, the He family's servants and maids in the whole house add up to a dozen, the cook is busy preparing the salted fish and bacon to be used for the New Year, this year's New Year, General He and General He will bring their cronies back from the border pass, so they have to prepare some food.

The steward took the servants to repair the leaky rooms, so that they could be provided for the people who came back during the New Year, so the task of purchasing New Year's goods fell on the heads of He Yao and Yuan Yu.

The two took the calf cart to the street, and He Yao held the purchase list given by the steward and read the words, "Ten bottles of sesame oil, aged vinegar, and sauce, three pigs' heads, eight live sheep, one hundred catties of live fish, one hundred catties of pork, and one hundred catties of flour......

She read and thought, and couldn't help but tighten her throat.

Gluttonous.

Yuan Yu sat beside her, looking at her quietly.

The little lady was born delicately, her long green hair was neatly combed, her sideburns were hanging down with silver tassels, and her neckline and cuffs were clean.

However......

Thinking of the scene where He Yao copied the red tassel gun and killed him, Yuan Yu showed a complicated smile.

He Yao noticed that Yuan Yu was staring at him, and couldn't help blushing a little, "Why does Brother Yuan keep staring at others?" It's embarrassing...... But what's dirty on people's faces? ”

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Good night duck