"Big brother, big brother, you're back?" Qiaoqiao, whose eyes were filled with tears, was like a cheerful skylark. She threw herself into his arms and hugged him tightly, her tears flowing before she said anything.
"Little baby, did you miss me?" He habitually smiled and was about to give the little girl a big bear hug, but he felt his throat was extremely dry. Not only could he not speak, he could not even see his own hands.
This was no small matter. "Ah — — Ah — —" He waved his hands and feet, struggling desperately.
"Lin Lang," the woman in his arms raised her head, but it had already turned into the beautiful face of Qing Xuan. Miss Xiao was holding a red swaddling cloth in her arms, gently rocking back and forth, her face brimming with the radiance of motherly love. She smiled gently and said, "Look, this is our child, he is smiling at you. This scoundrel looks exactly like you. Look, he's really smiling! "
My child? He reached out his hands ecstatically, tightly hugging his own flesh and blood. The little pink face in the swaddling cloth was rosy and cute, the eyes, nose, mouth, everywhere was a copy of him.
Son, I have a son! He excitedly lowered his head, about to kiss his son's cheek, suddenly heard a shrill shout, "Lin Lang, be careful!"
A whistling ink arrow shot into his chest like lightning, instantly piercing through his skin, heading for his heart.
The god of death had already grabbed his hand, and was about to take him away. The swaddling child suddenly opened his eyes, opened his pink little hands, and danced, his little face blooming like a newborn flower, "Daddy — —"
The young eagle's first cry, the oriole's first cry!
His body shook violently, as if he had been electrocuted. Instantly, tears filled his eyes, "I have a son, I have a son. I can't die!! "
"Ah — —" He cried out as if he had just woken up from a dream. His hands and feet danced wildly. It was as if he was fighting against the heavens. His eyes opened in a flash.
Qing Xuan was gone! The child was gone!
The sound of flowing water rang in his ears. The dim yellow light flickered in front of his eyes, burning his cheeks. Although he was so close, his whole body was ice-cold. Beads of sweat fell like rain. He couldn't muster up any strength in his body, and his throat was so dry that it felt like it was about to burst. There was only a sharp pain coming from his chest. It was so real and clear that it almost cut into the bone marrow.
He gasped weakly. In a daze, he recalled the last battle that day. Endless slaughter. The ground was covered in blood. It was a deadly ink arrow. Heavy snowflakes fluttered in the air. Bit by bit, everything appeared before his eyes.
The faint chirping of cicadas rang in his ears, and a faint fragrance drifted past him. Nameless flowers were mixed in the green grass everywhere, competing with each other in beauty, blooming in full bloom. Not far away, a cluster of bright-colored bonfire was lit. It was bright red and gorgeous, and the crackling sparks were emitting non-stop.
He let out a long sigh. He wanted to move his body a little. However, he felt as if his entire body had been torn apart, and there was not a single part of his body that did not hurt. Except for his fingers. Even tilting his neck was an extravagant hope.
This time, it could be said that it was completely over. He wanted to cry, but at the same time, he wanted to laugh. To be able to keep his life from Yu Jia's hands, What reason was there to be unhappy?
Beneath him was a thick layer of grass, and his body was covered with fragrant clothes. He quietly laid in the wildflowers, and the fragrance was everywhere. The gurgling stream flowed past his body, and he could hear the sound of water gently hitting the surface of the water.
A woman dressed in rough Hu clothing, with her hair casually coiled up and her sleeves gently rolled up, stood in the clear stream with her bare bare feet. She held two pieces of clothing in her hands and gently flapped them. The splashing water fell on her cheeks and her hair, sparkling like white jade in the dim bonfire.
Even without her favorite white clothes, that voluptuous and graceful figure was still so familiar, and even more intimate. She washed her clothes, like a normal girl, virtuous and gentle. Her focused expression was so beautiful.
Lin Wanrong's throat was dry, and he used all his strength to call out, "Fairy sister …"
The buzzing sound was as soft as a mosquito, and even he couldn't hear it clearly. The woman who was washing clothes, however, seemed to have her acupoints sealed. Her body became sluggish, and the clothes in her hands fell into the water with a "pa" sound. She trembled as she turned around. What welcomed her was the little thief's sparkling eyes that were like stars in the night sky.
Her bright red lips were slightly trembling, and she suddenly stepped on the water like a madman. Her jade-like feet stepped on the water droplets, and like a rushing torrent, she flew on the shore.
"Little thief …" When she was a few steps away from him, Ning Yuxi suddenly stopped, and looked at him in a daze. She wanted to reach out her hand, but she couldn't believe her eyes. She stared for a long time, and suddenly covered her mouth, crying and laughing at the same time, her tears falling like rain.
She took off her white clothes, and wore a cloth dress with thorns. Her casually tied up black hair was messily scattered around her ears. Her eyes were like water, and her eyebrows were slightly raised. Her bare feet were like jade. In her tiredness and laziness, there was a charm that was hard to hide. He had never seen a fairy like this. Lin Wanrong looked at her in a daze, and after a long time, he said, "Fairy sister, can fairies also renounce asceticism?!"
Ning Yuxi slowly walked to his side, held his trembling hand, and gently cried, "In front of you, I was never a fairy. Now, I just want to be a woman, a real woman, wash clothes, cook for you, give birth to children, and reproduce for generations to come. "
Lin Wanrong blinked, and his eyes were shining, "I know, but giving birth to a son is painful. Sister, you have to endure it. While washing clothes and cooking, can you ask me to be a fairy as well? You know, I like to watch you fly in the sky, and then I'll chase you on the ground. That way, when I fall, it can be exciting. "
"You evil person!" Fairy Ning blushed, and she wanted to pinch his waist. When she reached out, her movements were extremely gentle, and she smiled while crying.
It's good to be alive, I can tease fairy sister. He grinned, but it affected his wound, and he coughed violently. In the severe pain, he felt that his internal organs had shifted positions, and blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.
The fairy shook her head gently, lifted her sleeve, and gently wiped away the dark red blood stains. Then, she held his hand tightly, and softly said, "Does it hurt?"
"No, it doesn't hurt." The little thief panted.
"But I'm in pain!!!" The fairy put her cheek on his chest, and tears poured down.
"It's okay, it's okay, it'll be fine soon." Lin Wanrong held her cold hand tightly, and panted heavily.
Ning Yuxi softly nodded. She gently said, "I know, you'll definitely get better. Because. You still owe me one thing. "
"Understood!" The little thief grinned, "Sister, don't worry, I won't forget for even a moment."
Ning Yuxi slowly stroked his hair. She lightly shook her head, "Won't forget for even a moment? You're lying to me again! Do you remember that day when you stood in front of me and shielded me? Why do you leave the greatest pain for me — — why do you treat me like this, you heartless person, I hate you, I'll hate you forever — — "
She leaned on the little thief's chest, and burst into tears. Her shoulders trembled, and she almost choked with sobs. The heartbreak of the past few days had finally been vented out like a landslide.
Cry all you want. Is there anything more satisfying than crying in this world? Silently, he also couldn't help but choke.
Letting the tears flow, the two quietly hugged each other, lying on their backs in this beautiful flowering shrub. The wider the world was, the more distant their hearts were. How many times could there be such a wonderful moment in life?
"Sister, why didn't I die?!"
Ning Yuxi's tears flowed down. She loudly said, "Don't talk nonsense! My little thief will never die! "
Never die? Do you think I'm not an old man? He silently smiled. Softly said, "Yeah, I'll always be with sister goddess, we'll never die. But, I'm really curious, why can't Yu Jia's archery kill me? Then I'll be proud in the future. "
Ning Yuxi looked at him angrily, but seeing the hope in his eyes, her heart softened.
"Look at this." The fairy slowly handed over a thin silk vest to him. This silk vest was already soaked in blood, and there was a big hole in the middle of his heart. The silk covered it, and only a thin layer was left. It had already been pulled out of shape, and the threads were falling down. Yu Jia's arrow was so powerful, and although the silk used its elasticity to reduce some of the force, it had already pierced deep into his chest, and the dried blood was proof.
Lin Wanrong was stunned for a long time, and suddenly wanted to laugh out loud. Thank you, father-in-law, for giving me such a good vest. I'll definitely burn incense for you when I get home.
This silk vest was personally sent by the emperor to him by Gao Qiu when he was in the capital. Hearing Gao Qiu talk about it as if it was magical, he didn't take it seriously, and never cared about it when he wore it. When Li Wuling was injured, he even gave this vest to Little Li-zi. But in this sheep-snatching competition, for safety reasons, Hu Bugui and the rest forced him to wear it. Unexpectedly, at the crucial moment, it saved his life.
The old man had good foresight and knowledge! He was so moved that he cried, and wanted to get up right now, and bow to his father-in-law.
The goddess sighed, and said softly, "Little thief, do you know how we escaped from Yu Jia?"
"I know." He nodded slightly, and sighed silently, "In her eyes, I'm already a dead man! She won't do anything to me when I'm dead. "
This sentence really contained a thousand different feelings, and it caused one to sigh endlessly.
"This Yu Jia, although she is a Turkic woman, she is the pearl of the grasslands. Her intelligence, martial skills, and methods are all at the peak, and can be said to be the best in the world. But unfortunately, as a woman, she is fated to fall once. This is our fate. "
Ning Xianzi looked at him faintly, as if she had thousands of words to say to him.
Lin Wanrong was silent for a long time, and suddenly let out a long sigh, and said softly, "Sister Fairy, there is a question that I have always wanted to ask you. You have clearly erased Yue Ya 'er's memory, why does she still seem to recognize me?! "
Ning Yuxi smiled bitterly, "How can it be so easy to forget? Little thief, look, what is this?! "
She took out a few pieces of torn and dried sheepskin, and slowly presented it to him.
Under the dim light of the fire, the sheepskin was densely covered with small words, as if written with the juice of some herb, messy but graceful. He opened his eyes wide, but could not recognize a single word, and said helplessly, "Sister, why are you writing in Turkic, I can't understand it."
"Stupid little thief, how is this what I wrote?" The goddess shook her head and sighed, "This is what your beautiful captive Yue Ya 'er secretly recorded before I cast the spell."
Yue Ya 'er wrote it? What did she write?
"On every sheepskin, it is related to you. The grassland, the desert, the snow mountain, the words you said to her, the things you did to her, everything you experienced together in life and death, she recorded it all. There are a total of four sheepskins, "the goddess shook her head lightly," This woman's intelligence is really rare in the world. "
"Why did she write all this?!" Lin Wanrong did not understand.
"Because she knows what you are going to do to her!" Ning Yuxi sighed, "The four sheepskins are hidden in her hair bun, chest, scabbard, and boot soles. Every sentence on these sheepskins has that person's name. As long as she finds one, and sees it, she will never forget that cruel person! "
Lin Wanrong clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and did not say a word.
"Little thief, when I cast the spell on Yujia, in the end, in the end, I still had some reservations, I could not do it." The goddess shook her head, and silently shed tears, "For us women to come to this world and meet a person we love, it is so difficult! It takes a hundred years to cultivate, how can it be so easily erased like this? So, I wanted to give her a chance, and also give you a chance. If she recognizes you, then the heavens will not destroy a lover! "
The little thief was silent, and his face was pale.
"I am very happy that I did this," Ning goddess said softly, "The heavens are fair, I left hope for Yujia, so the heavens will return you to me!!"
He shook his head helplessly, and tears glistened in his eyes, "Sister, I am so tired, I want to go home!"
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