The old man is gone.

Qingqing looked at herself reflected on the surface of the water, her eyes were full of sadness, as if she had been sad for hundreds of years.

She was a lonely person, but now she is completely lonely.

After a night of heavy rain, the sky was exceptionally blue, and according to the old man's words, the day was exceptionally clean.

Qingqing walked around every corner of the creek without saying a word, but she didn't see the shadow of the old man, something had disappeared.

There were a bunch of merchants who needed to be ferried on the shore, Qingqing recognized these, and only went to Qingling a few days ago, saying that he wanted to make a deal.

But Qingqing didn't have a ferry, and the old man was gone, so she couldn't do anything.

Qingqing left Qiufengdu for the first time, and according to the old man's instructions, she wanted to cross the mountain and leave with the first person she saw.

Both men and women, young and old.

The mountain road is rugged, and the tall trees on both sides are next to each other, one against the other, and they are all sieved out in the wind with hoarse phoenix chirps.

With the direction of the wind, along the mountain road, Qingqing crossed the mountain.

"Huh? It's you? ”

The first thing Qingqing saw was the little guy, who was called a prisoner by a man yesterday.

Xun prisoner was also stunned when he saw Qingqing, he tilted his head and looked behind Qingqing, "What, what about the old man?" ”

When the words fell, I saw the sadness in Qingqing's eyes, although I don't know what he thought, but his clumsy panic was obvious.

He pondered and spoke, "What about the ferry?" ”

Qingqing shook her head and did not speak.

"That'...... You're the only one left? ”

Qingqing nodded, but still didn't speak.

"Ugh."

The prisoner's eyes showed sympathetic sorrow, "You can go to Qingdu with us."

Qingqing nodded.

The prisoner held the hilt of the sword at his waist in one hand and the kettle in the other, and walked forward unhurriedly.

"When I went here last night, there was lightning and thunder, and I thought there would be heavy rain, so I camped for a while. Who knew that except for the ferry, there was not a drop of rain, such a spectacle is really rare. I thought about it, but I didn't expect to meet you, but I was lucky to meet you. ”

The prisoner chattered for a long time, but Qingqing behind him still didn't say a word.

The prisoner frowned slightly, but the compassion in his eyes became more and more obvious, this girl is not mute, right?

Soon after he walked forward, he saw the group of people from yesterday, the black cloaked boy sitting on a horse, as if he was about to set off.

The prisoner motioned to Qingqing to wait first, stepped forward on his own, and said something in front of the son.

Qingqing could feel the gaze under the veil looking at her, indifferent, suspicious, and vigilant.

Yesterday I called myself to leave, but I didn't answer, but today I found it by myself, and I inevitably felt unhappy, and guessed that I had other thoughts.

But soon the prisoner came to him, "Childe agreed, but it may be harder on the road." ”

The group gradually walked away, the road in front of them became wider and wider, and soon they turned into the official road, and the scenery gradually became unfamiliar.

Xun prisoner was very talkative, "What's your last name?" Isn't there only the word Qingqing? I have such an intimate name for a woman's name, which is inappropriate. ”

Qingqing didn't know what the name was, but she vaguely remembered that the master's surname was Ye, so she simply gave her the surname Ye.

"Ye, my surname is Ye."

The prisoner was stunned for a moment, and then smiled. I chattered for a long time, maybe I didn't expect Qingqing to still speak.

There are gradually more people coming and going on the official road, and there are more people who are fleeing, and no one has looked at anyone a few times, and it is safe to enter Qingdu early.

Looking at the long queue of people who were about to enter the city, Qingqing swallowed her saliva and was a little thirsty.

Qingqing is not human, and he can't enter the turbid world, otherwise he will get sick, and he will die in the end.

Master often said this.

The prisoner opened the kettle and handed it to Qingqing, "Thirsty, right?" I guess I'm hungry, so I'm resting in the city and forbearing. ”

Qingqing was not tired or hot, she looked at the beads of sweat on the forehead of the prisoner, and did not speak.

The scorching sun is indeed a little embarrassing, seeing that there is always a heat wave not far away, Qingqing took the kettle, and the dryness of her throat is finally more comfortable.

Qingdu is also surrounded by mountains and rivers, and the hawkers in the city are noisy, and there are many novelty gadgets. The fragrance of the pastries is wanton, and they are all tastes that Qingqing has never smelled.

There were too many people on both sides of the street, and Qing Qing was suddenly a little scared, so she subconsciously got closer to the prisoner, lowered her eyes, and was full of discomfort.

The son on the horse suddenly beckoned, and the prisoner was about to step forward, not forgetting to pat Qingqing's hand, which was considered comforting.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

After a while, the prisoner returned to Qingqing's side, he was much taller than Qingqing, and now he looked condescendingly at Qingqing who was shrouded in the shadow of himself.

"I'm going to do something, and Childe will take care of it, so you just have to stay by Childe's side."

After speaking, he led Qingqing to Gongzi, and Gongzi's hand holding the reins was also as he saw yesterday, with distinct bones.

"Your name is Ye Qingqing?"

"Yes."

Yes and no.

I'm going to stay in Qingdu for a while, but I'm going to go somewhere else. If the prisoner is interested in you, I will give you a choice. If you don't want to follow, I will send someone to find a rich family in Qingdu, send you to do work, eat and wear without worry, and find a lover to accompany you for a lifetime. ”

"If you want to follow, you will die and be disabled, and the rest of your life will be bumpy."

His voice was clearly good, warm as jade, but Qingqing didn't feel the slightest warmth.

Through the veil, Childe seemed to be observing his expression.

Qingqing seems to be making a very important choice, whether to live or die, but sooner or later she will die.

I have been growing up in Qiufengdu, and my master taught me not to enter the world, but I often talk about all kinds of human feelings in the world.

"Then let's stay."

Looking at Qingqing's hesitant appearance, Gongzi made a decision for Qingqing, but Qingqing was puzzled by what he meant by staying.

Will you stay in Qingdu, or will you stay by their side?

You can still see the distant mountains in the Qingdu City, the mountains are about to fall, the rivers and streams are relaxing in the west, the ginkgo biloba is emerald green, and the Zigui is crying.

Qingdu City is almost overcrowded, and the people of Qingling seem to be pouring in, and at sunset, the streets are still disturbed, and they have not rested for a long time.

This also made Qingqing and the others unable to find an inn to stay in for a long time until nightfall.

The prisoners have not yet returned.

After pacing for a long time, the little guy who was dressed up in the same costume as the Xun prisoner sent messages back and forth, saying that he had found five side rooms for rest.

The inn was quite remote, and no wonder there were still rooms.

The little guy whispered, "I can only do this tonight, wronged son." ”

Childe didn't care, and waved his sleeves, "It's okay." ”

Two flaming red lanterns hung in front of the small inn, surrounded by tall plane trees, whose fallen leaves were all over the ground and clattered under their feet.

When I entered the gate with red lanterns, I was greeted by a small courtyard, and the figure I had just seen disappeared.

Before entering the inner courtyard, the door was slammed shut, the crescent moon gradually faded, and Qingqing was a little uneasy.

The small servants surrounded Gongzi one after another, including Qingqing who was standing beside Gongzi.

A cold wind hit, and the veil of the son was blown up, and Qingqing saw half of the face under the veil, fair, delicate, and thin.

Childe glanced down at Qingqing, and unhurriedly pulled the veil down again.

Suddenly there was a sound of the long wind being cut around, and something sharp was coming towards a few people, and Qingqing didn't notice that he was being protected by Gongzi in his arms.

I felt that it was dark for a while, and when Qingqing opened her eyes again, there were more people in black clothes in the courtyard, all of them covered their faces, and the cold light in their hands flickered, making a noise, which was the sound of cold weapons clashing.

Childe put one hand behind his back and looked at everything in front of him indifferently.

Qingqing is too, not so much indifferent, but rather stunned.

A dark shadow suddenly burst out of the darkness, stood on the roof, drew his bow, and shot three arrows.

Two of the three arrows were directed towards Gongzi, and seeing that the sharp arrows were approaching the door, Qingqing could naturally feel the intention of killing, and did not struggle, but simply closed his eyes.

The little guy came in time, but he had no intention of being with Qingqing, and only protected his son.

The sharp arrow was cut off in the air, and although it deviated from the direction, the arrow still pierced into Qingqing's collarbone, and the blood immediately stained the placket of his clothes.

It hurts, but the pain also dissipates quickly.

Qingqing was pushed to the side, and when she raised her eyes, she saw that Fang Cai's two arrows and one arrow had pierced Childe's face, the veil was dyed bright red, and the other arrow had pierced the palm of her hand.

Thinking that Fang Cai Gongzi subconsciously took it with his hands, but he underestimated the strength of the arrow, so he was injured, and it was just some skin injuries.

The people in the courtyard knelt on the ground, "My subordinates are derelict in their duties, and I ask my son to punish him!" ”

Qingqing rubbed the shoulder that was hit, and didn't dare to make a sound, although she didn't know the origin of this person, she should also be a person who couldn't be provoked.

Childe had a good temper and didn't blame, just waved his hand, and before he could speak, he was embarrassed to fall.

The night was restless, Qingqing was arranged a guest room, that is, I saw that the little maid invited many doctors into the son's wing room overnight, back and forth, tossing until dawn.

They were busy, carrying blood in and out, and it was strange that there was so much blood even though they were not seriously injured.

The doctors who came took turns to take the arrows that hurt people last night and sniffed them, and they were all silent.

They didn't allow Qingqing to get close, Qingqing simply leaned against the door and watched, and the doctors who came and went were scolded so much that they were bloody, and they waved their hands again and again full of shame.

That person is really fierce, Qingqing thought.

Feeling bored, Qingqing went back to the room. The wound on the collarbone was still aching, with a tingling itch.

Master said that it was because the wound began to heal and new flesh grew, which was naturally itchy.

"Miss Ye?"

The prisoner entered the door, holding the food in his hand, his face full of tiredness, "I wasn't by my side last night, were you frightened?" ”

Qingqing shook her head and wanted to ask about her son's situation, but after a moment of silence, she gave up.

The prisoner seemed to be very worried, but he tried his best to restrain his anxiety, "I found food, you have a good rest." ”

was about to leave, but he inadvertently caught a glimpse of the blood on Qingqing's collarbone, and surprise flashed in his eyes, "Injured?" ”

Qingqing pulled up the placket, "But it's a little broken, and it'll be fine in a few days." ”

Last night was in a panic, and Qingqing's behavior was the same, naturally no one noticed that Qingqing was injured, and the broken arrow pierced through the body and nailed to the wall.

Xun prisoner looked panicked for a while, and after confirming that Qingqing was okay, he put his mind at ease again, "Do you have a way to cure this poison?" ”

Poison? What poison?

Qing Qing did not speak.

Xun prisoner said: "Yesterday's arrow was smeared with poison, the son was hit by an arrow, and his life was in danger, if Miss Ye is willing to help, Xun prisoner will be grateful!" ”

There was some expectation and chagrin in his eyes, and he said sincerely, "If I knew that this kind of thing would happen, I would have stayed by Childe's side, and I wouldn't have let Childe and you be injured." ”

Qingqing didn't know what poison was, but he could understand the meaning of Xun prisoner, he seemed to have expected that he had some extraordinary ability, and maybe he had booked a great identity for himself.

Qingqing nodded, "I can take a look." ”

She couldn't see the light in the prisoner's eyes slowly fading.