At the beginning of Niujia Village, my sister-in-law and I depended on each other.

Chapter 16 The Woman on the Bullock Cart
At this time, the fire in the distance had gradually extinguished, leaving only a little smoke that had not dissipated.

When people who don’t deserve to die die, people who deserve to die should always get together.

"I just want them to have a taste of fear so that they can know how to be good people in the next life."

Somehow, Niu Dingtian explained softly in front of Han Xiaoying for no reason, and his expression was no longer as cold as before. But that doesn't seem to be his character.

So, as soon as he finished saying this, he suddenly reacted and almost reached out and slapped himself: "Why don't I explain the ball?"
"I"

Han Xiaoying stood there leaning on her sword with difficulty, her delicate body crumbling under the moonlight.

He was about to say something, but found that he was too weak and fell directly to the side.

"careful!"

Niu Dingtian saw this and hurriedly reached out to take it.

moment,

It was warm and soft in his arms, and a scent rushed towards him. Niu Dingtian was a little addicted to this smell.

Looking down at Han Xiaoying, who was pale and unconscious, he felt pity in his heart. He couldn't help but tighten his arms, hugged her horizontally, and walked slowly towards the bullock cart.

He gently placed the person on the straw pile, took off his cotton robe and wrapped it up. Then he was worried about the cold night, so he also covered the outer layer with a layer of straw.

Then he propped up his injured body and walked to the car, drove the bullock cart, and continued northward under the moonlight.

This time,
He is in front, she is behind,
He sat and she lay.

What a familiar feeling!

Niu Dingtian, who was driving the bullock cart, couldn't help but sigh as he thought of something. Then, a happy smile spread across his face, and the gloom of the previous two days was swept away.

"Crack~"

"Crack~"

Wherever the excitement comes,
Two bullwhips were swung.

"Nonghe, take the mountain road and cross the river~"

"I drive the bullock cart and chop firewood~"

"My sister is sitting in the car~"

"Me, my sister~"

Niu Dingtian couldn't help singing to the front, this Danzhou tune that Niu Wuye loved the most.

In the past, he felt "ashamed" in his heart. After secretly teaching Niu Wuye several times, no matter how hard the other party tried to fool him, he no longer wanted to "embarrass himself" with him on the bullock cart.

It only says that "a gentleman should not be inferior to others, should not be disgraced by others, and should not criticize others. Therefore, a gentleman should be fearful in appearance, fearful in appearance, and trustworthy in words." This is what Confucius asked the scholars.

Master Niu Wu gave up after seeing this. After all, he didn't understand the world of scholars and respected it.

Different from the past, at this moment, Niu Dingtian was happy.

"My sister is sitting in the car~"

"Me, my sister~"

"It was hard to guess my sister's heart in the past~" "Ah, my sister's heart~"

Han Xiaoying was in a daze, as if she heard someone singing.

I vaguely heard the two lines, and felt that the song was singing into my heart. I wanted to fall asleep, but a cold wind blew past my face and got into my collar, making me shiver with coldness. It didn't take long. , then Youyou woke up.

As far as the eye can see, there is only a bright moon and stars in the sky.

He couldn't help curling up and tightening the robe around him.

She smelled the scent of the man in front of her, and her thoughts drifted to this morning involuntarily.

She was originally in the desert, accompanying her five sworn brothers to teach Guo Jing martial arts. A few days ago, I learned that a relative in my old family in Jiaxing was critically ill, so I rushed back with my brother Han Baoju.

After handling the funeral, Han Baoju returned north in advance due to an emergency. After she stayed behind to settle down with her relatives, she set off to return north the day before yesterday.

Unexpectedly, this morning, when I was passing through the outer suburbs of Luoyang City, I was going to fetch water from the river, and I found an unconscious and handsome man in the grass.

At that time, I saw that this man was pale and looked like a frail scholar, and he seemed to have been seriously injured. I couldn't bear it, so I rescued him, and that's what happened in the evening.

What she never expected was that this man was a top master, and the miraculous movements and extremely fast swordsmanship he used were something she had never seen before in her life.

Originally, she was driving him in a bullock cart, but in the blink of an eye, it was he who was carrying her. Thinking of this, it felt like a dream, and she couldn't help but close her eyes.

As she lay down, she could clearly hear the informal tone of the person in front of her. She was from Jiaxing, Jiangnan, so she naturally recognized the southern accent, and she silently recited in her heart:
Nonghe walks through the mountains and crosses the river
I drive the ox cart and chop firewood

My sister is sitting in the car
It was hard to guess my sister’s heart in the past
Ah, my sister’s heart

You don’t need to tell me directly today.
When did my sister come through the door?
Pass the door
My sister smiled
At first, when Han Xiaoying was reciting this tune silently, she remembered the scene between the two of them, her face was a little red, and she felt quite uncomfortable.

Somehow, as I read further and further, I seemed to remember something, and coupled with the sudden severe pain in my left shoulder, tears started to fall down before I knew it.

It is said that women are most beautiful when they are helpless. No matter how strong a heroine is, she is still a woman after all.

Han Xiaoying thought of many things, thinking of Jiangnan, thinking of the desert, and thinking of her fifth brother Zhang Asheng who secretly admired her but did not dare to confess.

The man who died of serious injuries in a fight with the bronze corpse Chen Xuanfeng to save himself.

I don't know in my heart whether I have love for him or not.

But when he risked his life to save himself, and when he expressed his feelings before his death, he did not regret his acceptance, nor did he regret making that oath.

But suddenly, Han Xiaoying felt a trace of hatred again, hating why the man didn't confess before his death.

Even if you can only experience it for a few days, this life is not in vain, and it is better than living alone like a widow before death.

As she thought about it, tears gradually filled her pale face.

The bullock cart drove slowly in the moonlight. Except for the sound of the wheels, the surroundings were quiet.

Quietly, I don't know how long it took.

Just hearing a "squeak", the bullock cart slowly stopped.

Han Xiaoying slowly opened her eyes and looked around, and a ruined temple came into view.

(End of this chapter)