The most ironic thing is that Zhang Tianxiang, who was wronged, died in prison, while Wang Xianchen, who created the unjust case, was able to return to his hometown to build the Humble Administrator's Garden, which was later called "the first garden in Suzhou".

This is another kind of "prosperity and withering, melancholy and difficult to describe itself".

Qin Liu couldn't help laughing at himself.

Lying in the pitch-black wilderness on this vast grassland, he was thinking about the treacherous waves and clouds in the political center of the Ming Dynasty, which was so ironic and unfounded.

Speaking of which, the grassland herdsmen are more simple.

The concubine of the noble Golden Family, the biological son of Dayan Khan and the heroine Queen Manduhai, can live in a simple tent and eat a simple and simple diet every day.

Qin Liu's mind was full of thoughts, and he finally fell asleep and fell into a deep sleep.

Half-asleep, she heard the long, penetrating howl of an animal: "Whoa...... creepy."

Qin Liu suddenly felt completely sleepy, and immediately sat up, involuntarily approaching the little mute who was still lying down.

The little mute did not fall asleep, sat up calmly, and said calmly: "Don't be afraid, it's just that the wolf is howling." ”

Don't be afraid of this?

Listening to the sound, the wolf was not far from them.

Fear flashed in Qin Liu's eyes, but he didn't dare to speak too loudly: "The wolf won't come over and eat us, right?" ”

The little mute smiled faintly: "It's okay, we have a bonfire, and wolves don't dare to approach." ”

The little mute said this, but he also cheered up his spirit, pricking up his ears and listening carefully to the movements around him.

Qin Liu looked at the little mute's side face close at hand.

His expression was serious and focused, illuminating his face through the light of the tent.

She suddenly realized that the little mute was just an eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy, and if she was so scared, would it put a lot of pressure on him?

After listening to the movement for a while, the little mute turned his head and saw Qin Liu, who had suddenly calmed down a lot, and handed her the two big stirrups that had been put into the tent before: "If you are afraid, knock these two together." The wolf is especially afraid of hearing the sound of iron striking and will flee in fright. ”

Qin Liu took the stirrup blankly, and was about to say something, but saw the little mute suddenly get up and jump out.

Qin Liu looked through the open tent door and saw that the horses not far away were beating restlessly, shouting and neighing while stumbling and dodging left and right.

Near the tail of the horse, a big wolf was galloping, chasing and biting the horse.

The little mute jumped behind the wolf in a few steps, and the cold light flashed in his hand, and the short blade was about to be inserted into the wolf's belly!

However, the wolf was also very cunning, and before he could turn around, he realized the danger, and leaped forward as hard as he could, but the wolf's fangs were about to bite through the thinnest belly behind the side of the horse's side.

This is an extremely dangerous posture for both wolves and horses.

The big wolf is large and heavy, and as long as it bites through the belly of the horse, it can disembowel the horse by dragging it with its own gravity.

Of course, this move is also very dangerous to the wolf, hanging on the horse's flank is like hanging a death frame, once the horse runs, the wolf's lower body will be thrown under the side of the horse's hind legs, the frightened horse in order to get rid of the wolf, will go crazy with a back kick to kick the wolf's lower body, once kicked, the wolf will inevitably break the skin and intestines.

Only those wolves with heavy bodies and sharp teeth can tear open the horse's belly and land on the ground to save their lives without the help of dragging, with only sharp teeth and their own gravity.

At the last moment, Qin Liu smashed the two stirrups in his hand wildly.

"Bell! Clang! ”

The crisp sound of metal striking pierced the night sky, deafening, like a piercing sword shot at the wolf.

This metallic sound, which does not exist in nature, is more terrifying than thunder, and more intimidating than the sound of the beast trap that the steppe wolf fears.

The big wolf was so frightened that he turned his back on his ears, and craned his neck to turn around and run into the woods.

In an instant, the little mute had already jumped up again, and the cold light of the blade in his hand flashed, and it was accurately inserted into the wolf's heart.

The wolf turned around in the air in pain, and the wolf's head turned back to bite the little mute, and the little mute didn't know when there was a big stick in his other hand, and he hit the wolf's nose fiercely.

The big wolf howled miserably, landed and struggled a few times before convulsing, and finally stopped moving after a while.

The stirrup in Qin Liu's hand was still smashing, and his eyes were staring straight in the direction of the little mute and the wolf.

The little mute turned around and looked back at this time, and through the bonfire, Qin Liu saw a clear line of blood on his face. The little mute smiled at Qin Liu, his smile was innocent, but the blood on his face added a bit of hideousness.

Qin Liu threw the stirrup, got up and ran to the little mute, his voice trembling with fear: "I was scared to death just now!" ”

She tried to make herself as calm as she could, but tears poured out of her eyes.

The little mute raised his sleeve and wiped the blood on his face, and wiped the tears on his face for Qin Liu, smiling brightly: "It's okay!" ”

The blood on her sleeves that didn't dry was pasted on Qin Liu's face, but her face became more and more dirty, and Qin Liu smelled blood and wanted to retch.

The little mute sneered.

The horse that was supposed to flee ran back.

Qin Liu looked into the depths of the pitch-black woods and couldn't see anything.

But the horse's return showed that there was something in the darkness not far away that scared it, and returning to the bright and warm campfire was the way to save its life.

Qin Liu asked worriedly, "What can I do now?" ”

In her last life and this life, she saw a real person fighting a wolf for the first time!

The little mute smiled, and his expression was slightly heavy: "Wolves generally move in groups, and other wolves are ...... by stirrups"

Before his words fell, his eyes suddenly became cold, and he pushed Qin Liu to the side, shrank down, and stood up suddenly.

Qin Liu was suddenly pushed down and fell to the ground, she turned her head to look with her spirit.

My immortality!

The little mute is slamming a wolf into a tree trunk with a wolf on his head!

Qin Liu didn't care much, he quickly got up with his hands and feet, pulled out the short blade inserted in the wolf's belly on the ground, and ran towards the little mute.

The little mute didn't have the time to take the short blade in her hand, his hands were high on the wolf's two front paws, his head was on the wolf's neck, and his body pressed the wolf against the trunk of the tree, in a battle of strength with the wolf.

Qin Liu was so anxious that he trembled all over, not knowing what to do.

The wolf's jaw was held up by the little mute, and he couldn't move with his head against the trunk, nor could he lower his head to bite him, so he could only struggle desperately, and once he broke free, in the face of the little mute with his bare hands, the wolf's chances of winning were much greater.

The little mute shouted, "Cut your throat!" Cut your throat! ”

Qin Liu raised the short blade high, looked at the wolf's neck that was squeezed by the little mute on the trunk, gritted his teeth and plunged the short blade into it fiercely!

The sharp blade cut through the wolf's skin and quickly inserted it into the wolf's neck, splashing blood on Qin Liu's head and face. But she didn't care about this, and tried her best to stick the short blade into the end, and twisted it again.

The wolf struggled violently in his death, his two hind paws kicked up and tore the little mute's trouser legs, and the sound of the wolf's dying wails in the air, the tearing of the cloth and leather, and the long neighing of the horses in horror mingled.

(End of chapter)