The beauty raised by Lord Hou is a black lotus

Chapter 109 Why does Brother Yuan keep staring at others?
The fine snow is lingding.

The mountain road is rough.

Wearing thick animal fur, He Meixiong trudged up the mountain along the green brick steps with Guo Shanchuan on his back.

Because of the falling snow, the steps were covered with a layer of snow, and they creaked when stepped on. The mountain road was rough and difficult, and few people passed by. On this road to the north wind, she looked very bad.

Although her voice is hoarse, she is still childish, "Cross this mountain, and you can see the border line with the barbarians. This season, they are snowing heavily. I will take you to see the heavy snow. It is as big as a goose feather. It won't melt even if it falls on you."

Guo Shanchuan's breath was weak, and his body was wrapped in a fleece blanket.

Trekking along the way, he was almost exhausted.

He opened his eyes weakly, snowflakes fell on his eyelashes, he blinked lightly, and it seemed to turn into water.

He slowly stretched out his hand from the blanket, and the snowflakes fell on his palm so finely and softly that he could not feel the cold.

His dry, red lips slowly curled up, and his pupils were filled with satisfaction, "Xiong, I am already satisfied with walking this journey with you, even if I die now, I will have no regrets."

The word "death" stung He Meixiong.

She changed the subject, "Your voice is hoarse, are you thirsty?"

She put Guo Shanchuan on the side of the road and looked for a water bag from her luggage, "I remember there is still half a jug of water left, wrapped in a blanket, it should still be warm at the moment..."

She opened the water bag, but it was empty, and at some point, there was not even a drop of water left.

Panic flashed in her eyes, and she began to shake the water bag, "It shouldn't be, where is our water? What do you do if there is no water, what do you take to quench your thirst? We still have such a long way to go, we have to go to see the snow in the farther north Only then..."

As if trying to cover up something, she spoke extremely fast, desperately trying not to let herself think about the word "death".

The circles of her eyes gradually turned red, the movement of shaking the water bag became more and more rude, and her voice became more and more impatient, "I obviously brought enough hot water, I must have drunk it halfway! I'm such a jerk—"

"Bear."

Guo Shanchuan interrupted her.

He Meixiong didn't dare to look into his eyes and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I've also prepared a few wild fruits for you to eat. It can barely quench your thirst."

She lowered her head and rummaged through her luggage, and Guo Shanchuan held her hand, "Xiong, I can't do it anymore."

The bag turned over, and a few rotten wild fruits hidden inside rolled onto the steps, and then rolled all the way down the steps.

He Meixiong still lowered his head.

The warm liquid dripped on the back of Guo Shanchuan's hand, it was He Meixiong's tears.

Guo Shanchuan raised his head, raised his hand with difficulty, and slowly wiped away the tears on her face, "I am a concubine, and my whole life has been unnecessary. In this life, no one has ever cried for me, and I can win you." Tears, mountains and rivers die without regret."

His face was full of wind and frost.

I don’t know when he got up, but the boy’s hands were also red and swollen from the cold.

Snow fell all over the mountains and the surrounding fields were silent.

He Meixiong cried and hugged him, feeling desolate and regretful in her heart.

It was only a short period of one or two months when they met and got acquainted.

But the love between a boy and a girl comes so suddenly and so purely. Even though they know that their status is very different and they know that there is no future, they still can't restrain their natural goodwill.

Guo Shanchuan lay in He Meixiong's arms, his eyelids slowly closing unbearably, but his hands held the girl's clothes tightly with worry, struggling as if he had something important to explain, "Little Xiong... my father... My father...those paintings..."

The throat is fishy and sweet.

Guo Shanchuan spit out the last mouthful of blood and finally lost his breath.

The cold wind is blowing, the bamboos, trees, pines and cypresses are rustling in the mountains, and the snow is falling even harder.

He Meixiong was stunned, and his voice trembled slightly: "Guo... Guo Shanchuan?"

In the world, no one will respond to this name again.

The exhaustion, sadness and despair of the journey welled up in his heart, and He Meixiong finally held the boy's still warm body and howled loudly.

After crying for an unknown amount of time, she sobbed and buried Guo Shanchuan in the mountains.

It was already dark.

He Meixiong was adding soil to the grave, when suddenly dots of lights lit up in the distance.

The sound of horseshoes came, but it took only half a cup of tea to arrive.

She raised her red and swollen eyes to look, and couldn't help but froze.

The cavalrymen who came were dressed in foreign costumes, with curly hair and brown eyes, they were barbarian soldiers!
She stood up suddenly, wiped her face and looked around, saying with great certainty: "This is the boundary of the Central Plains, why did you appear here?!"

Several people stared at her apprehensively, they didn't expect to run into people from the Central Plains in such a deep mountain and old forest.

They chatted for a while.

When He Meixiong was in Ningzhou, he often interacted with barbarians, so he could roughly understand their language.

They are secretly inspecting the military deployment of the border defense area. They want to lead 50 cavalry to invade Luojing and obtain the vast and fertile area of ​​the Central Plains.

He Meixiong's gaze changed again and again.

They finally finished talking, and one of the soldiers pulled out a narrow knife and stabbed He Meixiong without hesitation!
Obviously, they came here to silence them.

He Meixiong quickly retreated and stood still in front of Guo Shanchuan's grave.

She untied the thick animal fur and threw it on the ground. She was wearing a robe with narrow sleeves and a waist, and stepped on old cowhide boots. Facing several barbarian soldiers, she decisively pulled out the two scimitars at her waist.

The cold night is vast and the mountains are boundless.

The vast area of ​​the Central Plains is shrouded in the endless sky behind the girl.

He Meixiong's sword technique was learned from his father, and it is considered to be very superb.

The scimitar twirled a few times in her hand, reflecting a biting cold light.

At this moment, she has completely lost the affection she had just had for her son and daughter, her eyes were dark and glowing, she put on a standard fighting posture, and said loudly in the language of the barbarians: "The Central Plains does not give up an inch of land. If you want to occupy it, please pass it by the little girl." .”

……

half a month later.

Because he had merit in exposing the Guo family's crimes, Gu Tingzhou did not arrange many tasks for He Yao during this period.

He Yao went to the Imperial College to study during the day, and read the files at the Tiansi Judgment Office at night, plus the snacks, chicken, duck, and fish that Huo Xiaoqi and the others filially offered to learn the He family's marksmanship, she lived a very happy and happy life during this time.

It's just that every time she meets Young Master, the other person's eyes seem to be different from before, which makes her feel weird.

As the year approaches, the Imperial College is also on holiday.

But everyone is not idle, including the stewards. There are only a dozen servants and maids in the He family. The cook is busy preparing salted fish and bacon for the New Year. This year, General He and Little General He will be celebrating the New Year. I came back from the border with my confidants, so I had to prepare more food.

The steward led the boys to repair the leaky rooms, so that they could provide them for the people who came back during the Chinese New Year, so the task of purchasing new year's goods fell on He Yao and Yuan Wang.

The two took to the street in a calf cart. He Yao held the purchase list given by the steward and muttered, "Ten bottles each of sesame oil, mature vinegar, and sauce, three pig heads, eight live sheep, one hundred catties of live fish, one hundred catties of pork, One hundred catties of flour..."

She couldn't help but feel her throat tightening as she recited it.

hungry.

Yuan Wang sat beside her, watching her quietly.

The little lady was born delicate and charming, her long crow-green hair was neatly combed, silver tassels hung from her temples, her neckline and cuffs were clean, no matter how you looked at it, she was a gentle and graceful lady.

however……

Thinking of the scene where He Yao was fighting with a red-tasseled gun, Yuan Wang showed a complicated smile.

He Yao noticed that Yuan Wang was staring at her, and couldn't help blushing, "Why does Brother Yuan keep staring at him? It's so embarrassing...but what's dirty on his face?"

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good night duck
(End of this chapter)