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Section 48
,This is just great! That's it! "
"It doesn't matter to me, it's okay, you must tell right from wrong, Master!"
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A group of people who were clearly in the same hatred just now began to verbally abuse, fight, accuse, and shirk each other. Noisy and yelling, pushing and shoving, it's so lively.
But more people cowered, shaking their legs like sifting chaff, trying to run.
The soldiers knew that they had committed a big mistake just now, and they were eager to do their best. They quickly surrounded everyone and took out Senbai's knife. The leader smiled cautiously and leaned in front of Yan Changqing: "Lord, look at them, how can they be punished for their crimes?"
Yan Changqing slowly swept across the crowd. Everyone who came into contact with his eyes immediately lowered their heads in shame, a little timid, even shivering, and knelt down begging for mercy.
What a ugly, stupid, and ridiculous group of people.
Yan Changqing's heart suddenly felt a strong sense of exhaustion. This kind of exhaustion even suffocated him than the deep pain of the cold.
He closed his eyes and never wanted to look again.
"Let's go."
No longer paying attention to everyone's surprised and rejoicing eyes, Yan Changqing turned around and left with the help of Wei Jin.
No one noticed, just as Yan Changqing turned around, a bright red slowly dripped from the corners of his pale lips.
Wei Jin was horrified, and just about to open her mouth, Yan Changqing shook her head calmly and pulled her hood on.
Step by step, they never looked back.
Until the door slowly closed, all the hustle and bustle were isolated, and it also brought overwhelming darkness. The string that was trembling and tightened with all its strength finally broke at this moment.
Yan Changqing suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood and fell silently.
Like a tired black eagle, and like a star about to fall.
After the world turned around, it was a long and terrifying nightmare that was repeated continuously.
Yan Changqing returned to Bai Cang Mountain again, and he was the only one among the white ice and snow.
Cold, very cold. The cold wind penetrated every pore of him, he could hardly move, and his long eyelashes were covered with frost. However, at this moment, Shirayuki under his feet suddenly undulated, swayed, and transformed into tens of thousands of white wolves with fierce eyes.
All the white wolves rushed towards Yan Changqing at the same time, he had no time to escape, and was immediately submerged. The flesh and blood were constantly being bitten, but he did not die immediately, but struggled in endless pain. The dreams kept repeating, and he fell into the pain that couldn't break free again and again.
Countless times, until the end, when he finally couldn't help but exhale in pain, a very familiar figure suddenly appeared before his eyes.
Helian Rongchuan's ochre robe violently rattled in the gale, like a dark flame. The handsome and unruly face was dazzling and warm in the wind and snow.
Helian Rongchuan ran to him without hesitation. And he also spread his arms.
The two of them hugged each other tightly in the ice and snow, as if thousands of miles of the sky, between the vast earth, there were only two of them.
Yan Changqing slowly raised his eyes and looked at Helian Rongchuan's dark brown eyes. In these deep eyes, he seemed to see the warm spring, the grass was velvety like a blanket, and the willow leaves were yellow. Everything is so warm, peace of mind after a long absence.
It seemed that all the pain had disappeared. It seems that no humiliation has ever happened.
In the dream, Helian Rongchuan smiled faintly: "I'm here. Don't be afraid."
Yan Changqing silently stretched out his hand and stroked Helian Rongchuan's cheek. He was about to open his mouth, but was suddenly stunned by what happened before him.
Helen Rongchuan had a sharp blade stuck in his chest.
And this sharp blade came out of Yan Changqing's chest!
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Thanks little angel
The fish on the beach threw 4 mines!
Sansi threw a landmine!
Lin Lang threw a landmine!
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Strong wind and strong grass eight
Helian Rongchuan's smile slowly solidified on his face, covered in blood, and fell slowly. The ground behind him suddenly cracked a deep black ravine, immediately engulfing Helian Rongchuan.
"Do not!!!!"
Yan Changqing screamed in disbelief, and rushed forward desperately
A dazzling light.
With clean bedding and simple window lattices, Yan Changqing opened his eyes, only to feel that the world was turning around, his chest was violently ups and downs with cold sweat.
Is it... a dream?
The cold pain throughout his body reminded him to return to reality.
Wei Jin, who had been waiting by the side, leaped forward, excitedly a little incoherent: "Wake up? Okay, okay, I thought, I thought..."
Yu Jin's face was covered with wet tears. He was always clean and gentle, and his clothes were still stained with the mud that was splashed by the crowd in the daytime, and looked dirty.
Yan Changqing looked behind him. He Li and the few bodyguards were also embarrassed like Wei Jin, with a look of wanting to laugh and cry, the one with the least courage, even sobbing and wiping away tears.
In order to wake Yan Changqing, Wei Jin attached several silver needles to him. At this time, Wei Jin helped him with the needle, and said: "Just wake up, take the needle, and drink some medicine..." He was clearly Dong Yun's youngest and most promising doctor, but at this time the hand that took the silver needle trembled. It was so terrible that I couldn't hold the silver needle several times.
When he heard the word "drink", Yan Changqing's throat choked slightly. He no longer remembers when he drank water in the last period. His throat was extremely thirsty, but every time he saw water or related fluids, his body couldn't help convulsing. After the absurd farce of "catching drought", his condition now seems to be worse.
Yan Changqing looked at the dark night outside the window: "How long have I slept?"
"It's been more than four hours. Now the ugly time has passed." Wei Jin looked at Yan Changqing's terrifying expression and exhorted him: "Lord wait a minute, I must be back as soon as daybreak. Let's go together. Dongyun, that method must be feasible—?"
Yan Changqing was silent for a long while before nodding slowly. Where did Wei Jin know that he deliberately dismissed Helian Rongchuan because he was concerned about the only feasible way to save lives.
Helian Rongchuan's smile frozen in a pool of blood in his dream just now appeared clearly in Yan Changqing's mind again.
Yes, it won’t be long before Helian Rongchuan will be back. Everything must be carried out according to the original plan.
Yan Changqing pulled out a faint smile at the corner of his mouth: "Okay, then I'll wait for him." As he said to lie down again, he seemed to be a little tired: "You all go down, I am fine, I want to be alone for a while. "
Wei Jin was a little worried: "Am I still guarding here?"
Yan Changqing shook his head: "Someone is watching, I can't sleep."
Wei Jin had to retreat and wanted to go to the nearest side room at any time. Just crossing the threshold, Yan Changqing heard his throat hoarse, and said softly:
"Healers are kind. The plague in the city has not been eliminated, women are weak and sick, and everything is still troublesome for you when you are up and down."
Wei Jin's eyes were hot. When Yan Changqing was in a coma, he thought over and over for a long time. Seeing that Yan Changqing had almost taken his life for Qin Chuan, he suffered such humiliation. A big pot of soup and medicine is poured out, and I don't want to save these ignorant mobs.
But at this time, he heard Yan Changqing's entrustment, but he felt ashamed in his heart, and the ghost promised like a god: "Don't worry, your lord."
There is no more movement behind him, only a piece of silent black remains.
Wei Jin closed the door and left carefully.
In the stagnant night, Yan Changqing slowly opened his eyes.
The frosty horse is grazing quietly in the stable. Seeing Yan Changqing's figure, it slapped its nose affectionately, leaning over and gently rubbing Yan Changqing's hand.
Yan Changqing climbed up on the horse with some difficulty, and walked out slowly and silently, one person and one horse.
After experiencing the chaos in the daytime, the people in Qinchuan City basically believed in the reason for Yan Changqing's move to the city, and they rolled up their bedding. Even in the middle of the night, there are still many people dragging their families, leading cattle, sheep, horses and mules, carrying burdens, and rushing to new places of emigration.
Yan Changqing mixed in the crowd and left Qinchuan City.
The silent immigrant team, winding and growing in the desert, suddenly blew the Qiang flute from nowhere. The sound was desolate, like weeping, and the pedestrians on the road turned back to look at the distant city of Qinchuan.
I don't know where to blow the reed pipe, and can look for the hometown overnight.
Yan Changqing's heart moved, he couldn't help stopping the horse, and looked back.
The silver moon emerged from the dark clouds, and in the moonlight, the undulating desert resembled an endless silver-white ocean.
In this silver-white "ocean", the originally towering city of Qinchuan looked so small, like a small boat in the sea that may capsize at any time, and the people slowly coming out of the city are almost small Float.
Yan Changqing exhaled a long breath, and a sense of exhaustion spontaneously again.
Qinchuan City, Qinchuan City, this city carries too many memories of him, worrying, thrilling, delightful, and humiliating. For Qinchuan City, he has done his best and has a clear conscience.
Now, it's finally time to say goodbye.
In the daytime farce, Yan Changqing managed to endure the pain and conceal the symptoms, only to temporarily clarify the "drought" rumors. Even if Wei Jin didn't say anything, Yan Changqing knew very well that his condition was deteriorating rapidly. He didn't know how long he would lose consciousness and become a complete lunatic. At that time, his illness persisted just as he gritted his teeth, and it was no longer difficult to hide it. The people of Qinchuan City will completely believe that he is a drought that will harm the city.
Yan Changqing is not afraid of death, but he is afraid that the plan to move the city will fall short because of his illness. So he must avoid everyone's sight while his consciousness is still alive.
But he quietly left, not just for the people of Qinchuan.
More because of Helian Rongchuan.
Since Wei Jin told Yan Changqing the only way to treat hydrophobia, he had a decisive plan in his mind. Now, it is time to implement this plan.
Yan Changqing looked down, his slender fingers gripped the reins, shaking slightly. His horse's rein is very special. The most commonly held place is wrapped in a very soft cotton cloth. Even if the rein is violently pulled for a long time, the rough rein will no longer scratch his palm.
Helian Rongchuan secretly did this for him.
This man, who looks sloppy and glib, always protects him inadvertently.
Yan Changqing gently rubbed the reins of the horse. In the moonlight, the black eyes shimmered faintly.
It's not that he didn't hesitate.
If we could say goodbye, if we could meet again...?
But parting in the world is like this. In many cases, you are not given a chance to say goodbye solemnly. A seemingly ordinary goodbye often becomes a farewell.
For his safety, Helian Rongchuan has already paid a lot. This time, he would never allow Helian Rongchuan to be dragged down by himself.
He can only say sorry for what Helian Rongchuan expected, everything that has not yet begun.
He is destined to owe a debt.
Thinking of this, Yan Changqing tightened his lips, forcibly suppressing the emotions in his heart. Weak, he almost couldn't sit still, so he had to lie on the horse's back lightly, close to Shuang Hao's ear, and said something in a weak and hoarse voice.
Frost turned around very obediently, left the emigration team, and walked into the depths of the desert.
For the people of Qinchuan, and for Helian Rongchuan, he needs to go to a place no one knows and wait for death alone.
Monan Border Pass, 30 miles away from Qinchuan City, is a small town. Because it occupies the main route to Qinchuan and there are many business travelers, many inns and tea stalls have gradually developed. The people who have been struggling with the chariots and horses to pick up the dust and do some small business, although it is not prosperous, it can still make a living.
At this moment, the sky was still gray, and the proprietress of Manfu Inn got up early, swept the ground with a broom, twisted the wet kerchief, and quickly set the 20 tables and benches in the shop. Wipe it again.
The sands in Monan were very windy. It was obviously a few cases that had been carefully wiped before closing last night. The wind blew overnight, and a thin layer of white ash fell. In recent days, because of Qinchuan’s relocation, there have been fewer people on the road, and business has deteriorated. The proprietress was anxious, and she wanted to clean up the inn and solicit a few guests.
No, after finishing the work at hand, the lady boss rolled up her sleeves again and went to wipe the window lattices outside the inn. Yoke Yoke worked for a long time before resting. She has a vigorous personality and a little bold demeanor. She doesn't care about anything. She sits on the threshold, fanning her sleeves and fanning her head with sweat.
With a fan, the lady boss stopped suddenly, and she blinked and looked at the official road outside the inn.
Did she blink her eyes? How could she look at the end of this official road, there seemed to be a figure riding a horse?
It is not strange that people come and go on the official road, but it is strange at this hour. When the sky is still dark, unless there are tens of thousands of urgent matters, no one will ride on horseback. First, the wind and sand are heavy, and second, there are often wild wolves and snakes attacking people and animals in the dark.
What is the urgent matter for the people here, so they rushed all night?
The lady boss was curious, and the man came to her eyes. A tall and straight figure, a handsome face with a bit of unruly wildness, and a pair of deep, dark brown eyes that seem to hide a bit of sharpness. The lady boss just glanced, and couldn't help thinking, oh, what a handsome young man!
Helian Rongchuan got off his horse and walked into the shop with the bamboo basket in his arms, and said casually: "Madam boss, if you stare at me like this, I'm embarrassed."
The proprietress realized that she was rude. The old face blushed, but she was not embarrassed. She smiled and asked, "Guest officer, hit the tip?"
Helian Rongchuan let out an "um" and said, "What is the fastest food in your house, so hurry up. I'll be on my way."
The proprietress showed a shy look: "I'm sorry, you came too early. The buns have just been steamed on the drawer, and they will take a long time to cook. Only the butter naan cakes made yesterday...but milk tea is readily available, thief Warm up, do you want some?"
Helian Rongchuan looked at the sky outside the window, and said nonchalantly: "Everything is good, it's done soon."
The lady boss hurriedly responded, and soon came out with a food tray. When he placed it next to Helian Rongchuan, he glanced curiously from the corner of his eye, and finally saw what was half-covered with cloth in his bamboo basket.
Whip bamboo shoots!
The lady boss widened her eyes. She had heard that the bamboo shoots are only found in the small wetland of the southernmost corner of the desert. Because they are scarce in number and extremely difficult to transport over long distances, they are extremely expensive to eat in places like Monan. She has run an inn for so many years, and occasionally saw dried bamboo shoots several times in the hands of business travelers. It was so fresh and tender, as if the bamboo shoots had just been dug out, she would see it for the first time.
Hey, with such a big basket, I'm afraid this young man dug up all the bamboo shoots of the bamboo forest, right?
The proprietress could not help rubbing her hands: "Guardian, how much do you plan to sell for a catty of such a good bamboo shoot?" The proprietress thought to her heart, her baby boy who was just over six years old must love such tender bamboo shoots. . If the young man had a fair price, she would bite her teeth and buy two trees for him to try.
Helian Rongchuan seemed to be hungry. He ate a few bites of hard naan cakes and poured a few bites of milk tea, before he said, "Not for sale."
"Not for sale?" The proprietress was extremely surprised. She looked at Helian Rongchuan's wind and dust, and looked at the fresh and tender bamboo shoots. She knew in her heart that this young man must have been awake all night, rushing on his way. Spending so much effort, not for making money, for what?
Helian Rongchuan smiled: "These things are to make people happy."
The lady boss thought her ears were wrong.Froze for a while, just came out