The future lord called another carriage very intimately and carried Yang Qing to the Mo family's camp. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info "I can finally rest", Yang Qing was lying on the carriage, he just wanted to sleep well now.

Since the little beauty got sick, she hasn't had a good rest, her body is tired and tired every day, her eyelids are getting heavier, and the man's mother-in-law and his younger brother don't know what to mutter.

The left braid and the braided who followed on both sides of the carriage had been looking at themselves unkindly since their young lady named herself the "golden sword guard" of Rauschzi.

"The **** can't be stopped", when Yang Qing lost his energy and fell asleep.

The old godmother carried Yang Qing into her medical tent, and many maids rushed in and out, carrying a basin of water in and out of a basin of blood, Yang Qing's wound infection was particularly serious, and the treatment process was very long.

After Yang Qing disappeared into the tent, Mo Feihu began to ask his sister, "Why did you let go of Miss Wang, you want to find a guard to have a fart."

He was still flying for the duck he had just cooked, but Miss Wang's beauty was definitely the most beautiful he had ever seen, and the woman he had met before was not a woman compared to her.

"What do you know, it's easy to eat that young lady, how to deal with the aftermath", the man's wife hates that iron is not steel, she knows that her brother will not distinguish between the importance after seeing a beautiful woman, "Will you marry her? What if she can't think of committing suicide, have you learned the lesson before?"

It seemed that her younger brother had done a lot of bad things, and her eyes were deep and bright, "What should I do if you marry her? If you don't marry her, you should be ready to fight the Wang family to the death! Back then, Wang Zhan was known as the 'God of War in Baohua Mansion', and you fought with him alone." ”

"Then you recruit that shabby guard", he doesn't know what is so good about this guard, and his martial arts are not necessarily better than his own.

"As for the reasons, there are many, but the most important reason is that my intuition tells me that there is nothing wrong with doing this, and I don't know why I am very optimistic about him", after saying this, she repeatedly warned her lustful brother, "Don't hit that woman's idea again? ”

After the man's wife dropped this sentence, she strode away directly, leaving Mo Feihu standing in the cold wind and tangled, "But I don't want to marry you."

He muttered to himself, but he didn't dare to say it.

When Yang Qing woke up, there were bursts of severe pain and numbness on the soles of his feet, and the pain became more intense after his head woke up.

He looked down and saw that his entire feet were wrapped in gauze and made into a mummy-like bloated shape, but it was a mutated red mummy, presumably bleeding profusely, and the entire foot-wrapping gauze was dyed into small red flowers.

The carriage in which he was in was filled with the sweet smell of medicinal herbs emitted by the gauze wrapped around his feet, and the interior of the carriage he was in was full of splendid carvings, full of fresh and bright visual scenes, and there were two windows open on the left and right carriages, which were blocked by curtains.

This carriage is rectangular, it should belong to a multi-person car, and there are long embroidery plates on both sides and opposite the door for people to rest and sit down, but the embroidery plate facing the door was removed, and then Yang Qing's whole body just squeezed into the carriage.

Outside the carriage came the sound of drumming and singing, and the singing was melodious with the beat of the drums, which had a special taste.

"Knock, pop, pop, if love is a cloud on the horizon, why do I think, when you look at me, you are far away, when I look at you, you are close. ”

"Bang, pop, pop, if love is a green space in the desert, why do I always look for it, but I can't get your rain. ”

"Bang, pop, pop, if love is a lone star in the night, why do I close my eyes and still feel your light. “

"Bang, pop, pop, if love is a fate that has been written a long time ago, why do I know that my fate is doomed, but I am still surprised by you. ”

"Bang, bang, bang, if love is an unspeakable secret, why do I turn a thousand times in my heart, but I can't solve this eternal riddle. “

"Knock, pop, pop, if love is the migration of migratory birds, why have I waited for the whole winter, but still haven't looked forward to your return. ”

"Bang, pop, pop, if love is sweet and seductive honey, why do I always taste the bitterness on the one hand, but on the other hand, I am as sweet as a glutton. “

Yang Qing slowly experienced the song, and suddenly a bitterness fermented and flowed in his heart, this is a ballad with a story, he thinks.

Curiosity pushed him away, and it took a lot of effort to change himself from his head and feet in the carriage. Nearly three giant bonfires appeared in the field of vision, and the soaring flames set off a dragon-like snake-like body, and the flames were ten feet high.

Of course, the protagonists of the night are the ones around the campfire, dressed in colorful and bizarre costumes, holding hands around the campfire and jumping happily to the drummer's drum music, singing and singing every time they dance.

With each beat, the rings on their clothes sound a "tinkling" accompaniment, and everyone's face is filled with happiness and a comfortable smile.

Yang Qing counted carefully, and there were nearly thirty young men and women around each fire, and he was also infected by this otherworldly happy style.

He looked for it, and saw no man and his brother among the three bonfire festivities, presumably on the campfire behind the carriage. The singing from behind the carriage was more melodious and louder.

Yang Qing lay in the carriage like this, carefully experiencing this otherworldly show. The moon slowly rose from the east and quickly moved towards the center, and the time passed quickly, and the flames of the campfire slowly fell from the sky, and at last it was only three feet high.

Their performances did not disappoint Yang Qing, the style of the song changed from magnificent to graceful, from sad to agitated, and the dance style also changed with different songs, some arched the bonfire with both hands, some put their shoulders on each other, and some danced step by step around the bonfire.

Almost didn't let Yang Qing roar twice directly in the carriage, how could I let a little prince of a nightclub hide here alone, but the heart-wrenching pain in his feet made him close his mouth very happily.

When the flames of the campfire began to be extinguished, the dancers and singers began to pack up their firewood and clothes and go into their tents. The cheerful camp fell silent for a short time, except for a dozen spear-wielding patrolmen gathered around the campfire, laughing loudly.

Yang Qing lowered the curtain, and the darkness instantly flooded the entire carriage, and Yang Qing lay in the carriage, not so relieved for a long time.

The last time I slept peacefully was at night in Peach Blossom Village, and when Yang Qing closed his eyes, sleepiness quickly hit like a tide.

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When Yang Qing woke up again, he was awakened by the bumpy movement of the carriage. Yang Qing quickly opened the curtain of the carriage, his carriage was spacious and large, pulled by two pears. The driver was a very young servant, only about ten years old, with a delicate face and dressed in a horse costume.

From the chat between the men's mothers-in-law, Yang Qing knew that their destination was also Wangcheng, so Yang Qing lay in the carriage very calmly, ignoring foreign affairs, and the only thing that worried him was Wang Chan.

He asked, "How is the sick girl that your young lady brought back last night?"

Ma Tong heard his voice, turned his head and opened his mouth, "Ah, oh, ah" and kept screaming, his two hands kept gesturing in the air, although Yang Qing couldn't understand what this dumb man said, but the general meaning was still understood. I'm dumb, I don't know anything.

Yang Qing could only shut his mouth stupidly, people didn't talk more than half a sentence, and even more so when talking to a dumb person.

Although I really want to see how Wang Chan's condition is, the pain in my feet is tearing apart as long as I don't pay attention to it a little. The ten fingers and the heart hurt very much, and the ten toes even more painful, and I don't know how I walked for hours in a row yesterday, but I really admired myself in hindsight.

The carriage was constantly jolting, like a serenade, with a good hypnotic knot, and lying in the carriage began to fall asleep.

In the following days, Yang Qing completely regarded himself as a patient, ate and slept, slept and ate, and occasionally the old godmother came over to change the foot gauze, of course, every time she was indispensable, her admiration, "Your body's recovery ability is the best I have ever seen, and the wound heals faster than I imagined", and then left without a figure.

The man's wife hadn't been seen since he had been thrown into the carriage, and even the most basic steps for the leader to inspect the new employees had been spared. She didn't come to Yang Qing and secretly rejoiced in her heart, although the new leader had a lovely smile and a gorgeous appearance, but she couldn't stand the femme fatale.

However, his younger brother came to see Yang Qing occasionally, and didn't say anything, just looked at Yang Qing deeply with cold eyes, and wrote a few words on his face, such a good medicinal herb is wasted on you It is simply a tyrannical thing, and then left angrily.

Life suddenly changed from the sinister of a storm to the calm of a small river, "I'd better continue to sleep", this sentence is now Yang Qing's mantra.

Sleeping during the day and watching their singing and dancing performances at night, life flies quickly. It's been either four or five days since he arrived at this camp, and he doesn't know it anyway, and Yang Qing doesn't want to figure it out.

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Yang Qing had a dream in which he and the little beautiful woman in the wedding dress were in the cathedral, witnessed by the priest and relatives and friends, making eternal vows to each other.

The priest said to Yang Qing, "Yang Qing, would you like to marry Miss Wang Chan as your wife? Take care of her, love her, love her, whether poor or rich, sick or healthy, love and respect each other, never abandon each other, and be together forever?"

Yang Qing was excited in his dream, and his mouth couldn't close with a smile, "I am willing to marry Wang Chan as my wife!" Take care of her, love her, no matter whether you are poor or rich, sick or healthy, love and respect each other, and never abandon each other until death separates us." ”

The priest, whose face was very blurred, turned to the bride and said, "Wang Chan, would you like to marry Mr. Yang Qing as your husband? Take care of her, love her, love her, love and respect each other, never abandon her, and be together forever, whether she is poor or rich, sick or healthy?"

Yang Qing coughed twice and was ready, the little beauty really didn't disappoint him, opened her jade lips, and was ready to speak. The door of the church slammed open, and a tall figure stood under the church door, shouting "She doesn't want to." “