palm river mountain

Chapter 190

Duan Yi felt that she was being pinched by the throat of fate by Lao Jia.

She yawned, patted her mouth, stretched herself, and walked towards her tent in a despondent manner.

Seeing her exaggerated appearance, Lao Jia shook his head amusedly.

He turned around and walked into the tent, and saw Su Yun lying there, clenching his teeth and waiting for the doctor to change his medicine.

Sit down next to him, reached out and touched his head, "Duan San went back to sleep, cry if you want."

Su Yun sniffed, tears streaming down, "I miss my mother."

Lao Jia nodded, "Well, I also miss my mother. She was snatched up the mountain by my father. After giving birth to me, she wanted to strangle me, but my father found out and let her go down the mountain. .”

"Later I went to see her secretly. She married a widower and later gave birth to a son. When I went, she smiled at the child and gave him green balls."

"Your mother didn't want to abandon you. She was killed by someone. Now the person who killed her is dead."

As he said, he wanted to take out a handkerchief from his bosom, groped for a long time, but found nothing, so from the side, he took a piece of cloth used by the praying man for bandaging, and covered Su Yun's face .

"You can be a child tonight, and tomorrow you will be General Xiao Su. How can Erlang walk before the world, as thin as paper?"

No one in the tent spoke, even Qi Langzhong, who always likes to stalk people, restrained himself.

He looked at the white cloth covering Su Yun's face, and never said a word:
Guawazi, cover it with a cloth, as if I put someone to death.

Holding the newly prepared medicine, Qi Lang walked up to Su Yun silently, and slapped him on top.

Su Yun yelled, jumped up from the couch with almost no pain, he took a breath, "As expected of Duan San, father wants to kill her, mother wants to sell her, she is fine."

Lao Jia was speechless and almost choked to death on his own saliva.

"Duan San made some mistakes in his previous life, you should praise him like this!"

……

Duan Yi didn't know anything about it, she rubbed her nose and looked at the tall and thin black figure beside her.

"Why are you following me? You don't live here."

Although the battles are fought together, there are still differences when setting up camp.

Duan Yi lives in the same area as the people she brought from Jincheng.

The inspiration in her arms slept soundly, if she could not still feel its rising and falling belly, as well as the warm body temperature, Duan Yi almost thought that it had fallen asleep.

Cui Zi quickened his pace and walked side by side with Duan Yi.

"What Cheng Qiong said is all nonsense. I have never had a woman by my side."

"Ah!" Duan Yi was in a daze.

After she figured out what Cui Zi was talking about, she yawned again, "That's it?"

"I'm afraid you've forgotten that our master's ability is gone. In terms of words and abilities, Cheng Qiong is not enough to step me up."

Cui Zi saw that she didn't take it seriously, and his eyes darkened.

"Aren't you angry?" The words reached his lips, and finally turned into a sigh.

He reached out and wanted to touch Duan Yi's head, but he paused and touched Lingji's head.

The inspiration seemed to sense the familiar scent of Cui Zigeng, rubbed against his palm, and fell asleep again.

"It likes you." Duan Yi looked at Cui Zigeng's hand with a sour look.

Lingji seems to like acting like a baby in front of Cui Zigeng more, and he doesn't know what fascination he poured into it and what secret words he said in the days when he took it away.

"I used to have maidservants in my house," Cui Zigeng said, before suddenly explaining, "It's not the kind you think, they took care of me since I was a child. Auntie personally chose one named Yan Cui and the other named Min Fang." .”

"My wife and elder brother regarded me as a thorn in my side, bought Minfang, and intentionally infected me with the disease. Maybe it's because people who practice martial arts have a good foundation. I was burned for several days, and survived abruptly."

"From then on, my father replaced all the people in my house with those in the army. When I grew up, I took command of the Xuanying Army and changed it again. My personal soldier is named Wu Huan .When I was trapped, I died on Jiangnan Dongdao."

"Afterwards, there was no one else in my room. Mr. Yan lived with me, and I left most of the affairs to him."

Duan Yi nodded indiscriminately, she felt that she was so sleepy that even looking at Cui Zigen had a double image.

"I have never talked about marriage, and there is no such thing as marriage with my fingertips. I am a concubine. When A Niang passed away, I was not ready for marriage. I have been in the army since then, and no one mentioned it. It's over."

Cui Zi thought about it more carefully, as if searching his guts, breaking apart these things that he had never cared about one by one.

He is a bastard, he can't be high or low, so it's hard to talk about marriage.

"If it wasn't about the relationship. My aunt, that is, Cui Dalang's mother, Wang Shi, once mentioned a girl named Liu in front of my father. At that time, I was still in the hot filial piety, and my father was lying on the sickbed. He threw a fit of temper, and it was over."

Seeing that he was serious, Duan Yi felt a little embarrassed.

She held out a hand.

Cui Zi took a closer look, her sleeves were down, revealing her fair and beautiful wrists.

There are bruises on the wrist, it is obvious that it was injured by Wei Meng's hammer wind today.

He thought, and took the inspiration from Duan Yi, "It's getting heavier, I'll hug it."

Duan Yi raised both hands, "It's not rude to come and go, you have reported it clearly, I didn't say anything, it seems that I am very rude."

She said, and smiled, "Don't even mention it, you really have to be inspired, otherwise, the marriages I've talked about, you really can't count them with one hand!"

As Duan Yi said, she began to count with her fingers.

"The first person who proposed marriage to me was Mr. Guan's eldest grandson. At that time we were building bridges and building roads together. Mr. Guan saw that I had no one to take care of me, so he said it would be better to go to my house to propose marriage. Then I could be with them for the rest of my life. Let’s build bridges and build roads together.”

"Oh, and the one my aunt said..."

Cui Zi interrupted Duan Yi even more helplessly, "It's too late and the wind is strong, you should go back and rest earlier. If you feel uncomfortable, let Zhilu Zhiqiao rub the medicated oil on you again."

Duan Yi yawned and hugged back the idea, "You are the one who will suffer, so you can't blame me. Next time you want to hear it, I'll talk about it."

As she spoke, she waved her hands, holding an idea like a wandering soul, and walked towards her tent.

Zhilu was lighting a lantern in front of the door, and when he saw her come back, he hurried over.

Cui Zi looked at it even more, feeling a little lost, he let out a long sigh.

Cui Zi stood there for a long time, until the lights in Duan Yi's camp went out, then he turned and left, returning to his big tent.

As the night deepened, the surroundings were quiet, and a pigeon flew out from Cui Zigeng's tent.

It flapped its wings and flew towards Wu Cheng.

(End of this chapter)