Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1841 The Dead

The frozen limbs gradually felt the temperature, and the smell of livestock fur and dung came from the tip of his nose.

His consciousness seemed to be still in the ice water, and his mind was blank.

The sound of crackling flames filled the ears, and the next moment there was the sound of heavy footsteps, and someone was walking by the fire.

"Still awake? Did you rub your hands and feet?"

An old voice stood by the fire and said.

"It's been rubbed," another younger voice replied quickly, "The hands and feet are warmed up, and although they are a little bit frostbitten, they should not fall off."

"This girl has a lot of life." The old man turned his head and glanced at her. "It looks like she has had a miscarriage. It's really not your fault, right?"

The young man was obviously taken aback, "Father, you misunderstood, I don't have that kind of relationship with her."

The old man's eyes turned around on the young man's flustered face, "It's not the best, or I will break your dog legs."

The old man said lightly, "I'm going to dig some herbs, you stay here and guard."

"Father," the young man hesitated and said, "I have caused you trouble."

"It's snowing too much, I can't herd the sheep today, I'm just looking for something to do for myself," the old man's voice was very indifferent, as if he didn't want to see the young man very much.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense."

The young man wanted to say something, but the old man stopped him, "No matter how you know each other, since you have brought him back, you should be responsible to the end."

After speaking, the old man coughed heavily, opened the tent and went out.

The young man stood beside the fire for a moment, looked back at the girl who was sleeping on the floor, walked over and pulled up the sheepskin on her body, threw a piece of sheep dung into the fire, and sat down cross-legged.

Ying Baoyue lay stiffly in the sheepskin. She could hear the voices of the people around her, and she could see people's shadows moving through her eyelids, but her eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and she couldn't open them no matter what.

Her consciousness wanted to wake up, but her body was too heavy, and her body couldn't wake up.

"Go to sleep."

I don't know if she noticed that she was also struggling uneasily in her sleep, the young man walked over again, his gentle voice rang in her ear, his eyes stayed on her for a long time, "You must be very tired .”

Because she couldn't open her eyes, Ying Baoyue couldn't see what kind of eyes this person was looking at her.

But this person's voice seemed to be magical, and her consciousness blurred again, sinking into the darkness.

Before falling asleep again, only one thought appeared in Ying Baoyue's mind.

She seemed to have heard this person's voice somewhere.

……

……

In the warmth of the flames, Ying Baoyue fell into a dark and sweet sleep without even having a dream.

I don't know how long it took, but my consciousness regained consciousness again.

In the red firelight, she slowly opened her eyes.

What appeared in front of her was a simple tent, with worn and scattered felt wool hanging down from the roof, crumbling in the wind and snow.

She was sleeping on a floor made of hay and wool, Ying Baoyue raised her head slightly and looked around.

There were only some sheepskin hay and a few shriveled sacks scattered in the whole tent, which could be called a barren house. There was a firepit in the center of the tent, and an iron pot hung from the firepit, which exuded a strong smell of medicine.

A thin figure was sitting cross-legged by the firepit, it was a young man in a tattered sheepskin jacket.

Judging from his figure and the voice she heard in her sleep, this person should be the one who picked her up from the snow.

He was facing the firepit, with his back facing her, so Ying Baoyue couldn't see his face.

At this time, the fire in the fire pond shook and was about to burn out. The young man leaned out to reach the sheep dung in the basket next to him, and turned his face sideways while taking it. Ying Baoyue was finally able to see his side face.

However, the first thing that caught her eyes was a scar.

Ying Baoyue slowly opened her eyes wide.

A huge and ugly scar stretched across the right side of the boy's face, making his originally handsome face look extremely hideous.

But what shocked Ying Baoyue was not the scar, but the original face under the scar.

She pinched the palm of her right hand with her left hand under the sheepskin, and felt pain, but she still suspected that she was dreaming.

At this time, the boy sitting by the fire pond noticed the movement behind him and turned his head to look at her.

When their eyes met, both of them froze.

Ying Baoyue stared fixedly at the face of the person in front of her, speechless.

"you're awake?"

The boy in the sheepskin jacket was the first to react. Looking at her wide-open eyes, he gave a wry smile and asked softly after hesitating for a moment, "Do you remember me?"

She remembers.

Ying Baoyue looked at the other person's face and asked softly, "Am I dead?"

"No," the boy shook his head, "this is not a hell."

She didn't see him in the underworld either.

Yes, she is not dead.

Ying Baoyue touched her eyes, and what appeared in front of her at this time was not a hallucination.

But why, would she see a dead person?

Looking at the familiar facial features of the young man in front of him, Ying Baoyue's eyes became dazed.

"I was born a sinful person, I don't want to come up, this kind of destination is the most suitable for a ghost."

She seems to have returned to the day when the elementary ceremony ended again. When the mountain fell and the ground cracked, she tightly held the boy who fell off the cliff, but he looked up at her, smiled, and then opened her last finger , let go of your hand.

"You are not a ghost, you are a human being."

The young man with the scar on his face sitting by the fire watched her quietly.

"His Royal Highness, long time no see."

Murong Heng stared into the eyes of the girl in front of him, and asked softly.

"Do I look like a person now?"

"you……"

Ying Baoyue sat up, staring blankly at the young man who was supposed to have died at the Southern Chu Primary Ceremony.

"Am I really ugly like this?"

Murong Heng touched the scar on his face, and smiled wryly, "Did it scare you?"

Ying Baoyue shook her head with a complicated expression, "I thought..."

"Think I'm dead?"

Ying Baoyue didn't answer, but her silence was already an answer.

In the dangerous situation of landslides and landslides, he fell off the cliff with Murong Heng's realm, and there was absolutely no possibility of surviving.

Coupled with the fact that he caused such serious harm in the primary ceremony, he has already become a wanted object in the entire Central Plains practice community.

After the primary ceremony, the immortal officials of Southern Chu searched for his whereabouts, but found nothing.Even if all he had left was a corpse, it was almost impossible to move out of Nanchu under Ji Mo's nose, so many people speculated that he was eaten by wild beasts in the mountains, leaving no bones left.

Murong Heng smiled, "That's right, I should have died."

When he fell off the cliff at that time, he had already made up his mind to die.

It's just that he didn't think of it.

"But just after I fell off the cliff, someone rescued me."

　Regarding the relevant plot of Murong Heng's fall on the cliff, you can review the contents of chapters 568-570 in the second volume.

　　
　
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