They were all dressed in gray-brown half-jackets, and they looked fierce, and each of them had a scimitar in his hand, and when they met the people, they waved the scimitar in their hand, and blood was splattered, and they were like ghosts who had strayed into the world.

Su Yuanyuan's little face collapsed in an instant, and she ran with the people when she pulled out her legs, her heart was beating fast, her legs were also running fast, the robe on her body was flying like a flower, and the long hair tied up by the cloth rope also ran away, falling loosely on the back of her head.

I don't know how long I ran, and Su Yuanyuan didn't dare to look back to see how far away the Mongolians behind him were.

All she heard was the wailing of people, and the howl of the Mongols in their bloodlust.

The robe on her body was Jiang Wenzheng's, it was bigger, she ran too fast, stepped on it, her body didn't have time to react, and she fell straight forward.

She ate a mouthful of dust, and there was a hot pain in her palms and elbows, but Su Yuanyuan didn't care about anything else, she staggered and staggered to continue running.

But the white robe behind was trampled on, and as soon as she turned around, she faced a Mongolian with loose hair, his eyes were vicious, and he had a playful smile, the scimitar was raised high, but his eyes were fixed on Su Yuanyuan's delicate neck.

Su Yuanyuan propped herself up and stepped back, but it didn't help, just when the scimitar was about to fall and split her head.

A sharp arrow burst through the air and plunged straight into the Mongol's throat.

In an instant, blood spurted out along the tail feathers of the arrow, splashing on Su Yuanyuan's plain white robe, blurring dazzling blood flowers.

The sharp arrow pierced the throat of the Mongols, and in an instant they were gone.

The arrow was fast, accurate, ruthless, and it came so coincidentally that Su Yuanyuan couldn't help but look back in the direction it was shooting from.

Coming from North Street, two men in light armor galloped on tall horses with long swords in their hands.

Ye Zhixing and Ye Zhiren led a team of nearly 100 people to kill from North Street.

The horse's hooves galloped, and Su Yuanyuan raised his head to watch the two of them gallop in front of him.

Ye Zhixing also seemed to see her, and turned back in shock.

Su Yuan's body was full of blood, his little face was frightened and pale, and he sat on the ground sadly.

But his speed didn't decrease, he just yelled at Su Yuanyuan, "Go home!" Come home! ”

Ye Zhiren also turned to look at her, and his heart was about to jump out at this look, how could this little ancestor be on the street!

He was a little flustered for a moment, and looked at Ye Zhixing, who had firm eyes, "Big brother!" ”

Ye Zhixing waved his long sword sideways and cut off the head of a Mongolian.

He looked at the front with a firm look in his eyes, and his tone could not be refused, "Go!" ”

There were still many Mongol traitors in the streets, and the rebellion had not yet subsided, and the two of them must not stop there.

Su Yuanyuan stood up and was about to go in the direction of home, but as soon as she stood up, she was called by an anxious voice.

"Sister Su! Sister Su! ”

She hesitated for a moment, surrounded by the sound of beating and killing, who was calling her?

Suddenly, a small pebble was thrown out of the hidden alley on the side and rolled down at her feet, and Su Yuanyuan looked at it.

Fu Shen stood behind the wall with only one head exposed, calling anxiously to her.

Seeing Su Yuanyuan and his eyes met, Fu Shen hurriedly beckoned to her.

Su Yuanyuan subconsciously looked around to see if anyone noticed her, and then strode in.

The alley was dim, but it turned to the right, and the people on the street thought it was a dead end when they saw it.

There are not only Fu Shen in it, but also Shen Yun.

Shen Yun has been almost a full month now, and it is not convenient to move, at most she is only walking around her yard, and Su Yuanyuan has not seen her for several days.

Shen Yun was wearing a chest-length plain white skirt, with a few delicate red flowers on it, even if she was wearing loose clothes, she could still see her round belly.

She sat on the hay on the ground, her face was not good-looking, I don't know if she was frightened just now or what, a layer of fine sweat broke out on her forehead, and the broken hair stuck to her face.

She gasped for breath in small gulps, and her little face was distorted, looking very painful.

Su Yuanyuan's heart was shocked, and before Fu Shen could explain to himself, he squatted beside Shen Yun and grabbed her wrist to take the pulse.

Shen Yun's eyes were a little confused, but he also recognized Su Yuanyuan, and was surprised, "Yuanyuan? ”

Su Yuanyuan gave her a reassuring look, and then put all his energy on diagnosing the pulse.

The ulnar pulse turns urgently, such as a rope cut and beads.

This is a sign of labor!

"Sister Su, what should I do now?"

Originally, he and Shen Yun went back to their parents' house together, but not long after entering the city, he saw the scene of foreigners breaking through the city gate, and the two of them hid all the way to get here, but Shen Yun's body was not good.

There was chaos outside, but here the mother was in labor, and Su Yuanyuan experienced strong winds and waves and was stunned for a moment.

Now it is on South Street, only two hundred meters away from her shop, there should be a female worker left behind to watch the shop, if you go to the pharmacy, she has both medicinal herbs and tools, a small production is not to be afraid at all.

She first asked Shen Yun to lie flat to avoid excessive loss of amniotic fluid and causing hypoxia to the fetus.

Su Yuanyuan first gave Shen Yun a small pill to hang her breath, so as to avoid losing her strength when she gave birth for a while.

She poked her head out first, and when no one noticed her, she trotted out.

She had to go to the pharmacy first and get a stretcher to carry Shen Yun, if Fu Shen was too bumpy, the probability of an accident was also high, and she couldn't let Shen Yun take this risk.

Su Yuanyuan ran slowly, and he also observed the situation on the road at all times.

Some were slashed and lay dying on the side of the road, blood staining the bricks on the ground.

She had never seen a war before, and her heart was astringent for a while when she looked at the people lying on the ground.

Those people fell straight to the ground, and some of them still breathed, looking at Su Yuanyuan with longing eyes.

Su Yuanyuan squatted next to those people and comforted them softly, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'll go get medicine to save you!" ”

She seemed to be comforting those people, and it was like comforting herself.

Because of the fall just now, the wounds on her body were screaming pain, but at this moment, it seemed to have infinite motivation.

She hid all the way, and just as she was about to reach the store, three Mongols armed with scimitars suddenly appeared.

Su Yuanyuan was stunned at first like a frightened rabbit.

All three were wearing thick sheepskin jackets, their long hair was scattered haphazardly, and their eyes were fierce.

The distance was too close, and Su Yuanyuan could smell the smell of sweat on their bodies.

She froze in place, her brain blank, her body weighing as heavy as lead.

When she reacted, she ran away, and the three of them didn't expect Su Yuanyuan to collide with them.

The tip of the nose was still lingering with the woman's light fragrance, and the three of them glanced at each other and hurriedly chased after them.

Su Yuanyuan only glanced back, and at this glance, she saw the undisguised desire in the eyes of the three people.

(End of chapter)