Her Heartless Evil Man

She is unique, I know for sure, because in yunqi'er's story, the plum blossom was once the most hurt and painful of yunqi'er.

In that story, Yun Qi'er is not wrong. It seems that his style is not wrong. Who is wrong? It's turdan who marries yunqi'er at will and can't give her happiness.

Yes, turdan is wrong. His fault is that he married Qige and yunqi'er.

I looked at the woman in front of me, and somehow I had a feeling of sympathy in my heart.

I walked over and I gently held her hand. Only then did I find that her hand was as cold as frost and snow.

"Sister." I don't want to. I gently called. The kindness of this sound just wanted to melt the light sadness between her forehead.

"Are you?" she opened her mouth. The voice was as gentle as a warbler. It was really nice to hear. Her appearance, her unparalleled in the world, is definitely worth turdan's desperate for her, but now, the man seems to be the same to her

"I'm Qingyun." with a faint smile, the holding hand was tighter.

"Qingyun, do I know you?" her eyes were full of question marks. She didn't know me and I didn't know her. I know, but when I held her hand together, I clearly felt something similar to family affection. In fact, I really wanted to have such a sister.

"Sister, can Qingyun call you like this?" I looked at her and felt that my abruptness seemed to scare her. At this time, the faint sadness in her eyes had been startled by a trace of panic.

"But I don't seem to know you," she said slowly with hesitation.

"Me too, but I love it when I see my sister." I'm telling the truth. It's not bad if I can have one more sister on the grassland.

"Yes, please call with your sister. I'm going to leave." she said faintly, as if she didn't like me, which made me feel sad.

She said that she didn't look at me anymore, but gently broke away. I held her hand and walked forward quietly like a ghost. The eyes were quiet

I looked at her. I was a little silly. Why would she be so?

Looking at her back slowly disappearing in front of my eyes, I only left a ethereal veil rippling in the heart lake, but I couldn't even ripple. I was even more sad for no reason. She seemed to dislike people, but she liked to be with these children very much. You see, at this time, the children looked at her back with love in their eyes, and the children waved their hands, Gently shouted 'bye, Auntie'.

She left, only a moment of meeting, but she has been deeply imprinted in my mind.

"Aunt, who are you?" a little boy ran up to me and looked up at me with a smile.

I broke free from the confusion of his personality. I looked at the little boy. I squatted down, grabbed his little hand, smiled and said, "I'm an aunt. My aunt came to see you."

"Does aunt have a present?"

"This..." I was dumb and came in such a hurry that I really forgot to give them gifts.

"Aunt didn't, did she? It doesn't matter. Just now my aunt has brought some to us. Look over there..." he said, pointing to the front of their yurt.

I looked at a big felt with a lot of food and clothes. "Those are from my aunt?"

The little boy nodded and smiled more brightly. "Yes, ah Niang gave us something every time."

The little boy's words embarrassed me again. When I swept around, I saw some ink, paper and inkstone on the felt. I smiled, "will your aunt draw for you?"

"OK, OK." a group of small friends immediately clapped their small palms and fleshy hands, which made me like it for a while.

Like these children, they are like my baby, but they have always lived carefree in turdan's wings, but what about my baby? Where is he now? Is he okay?

"Aunt, just draw me first." the little boy stood in front of me, one foot forward, and put out a cool shape. Ha ha, it's so cute.

I looked at the swallow who had been silent behind me, "help me grind ink."

"Yes."

In front of the yurt, there was a small table in the open air. I walked over and calmly sat down on the chair. The swallows on one side were rippling and the ink fragrance was floating on the grassland.

I raised my head and looked at the sky with light clouds, and then looked at the boundless grassland. There are cattle and sheep running happily in the distance. What a warm and pleasant grassland style.

I hold a pen, dip it in ink and draw a lovely little boy in front of me, and the background is the endless green grassland, the lovely smile and small body. Every stroke and stroke moves me, making me think what I draw is actually my baby

When the painting was finished, I handed it to the little boy. Immediately, all my friends revolved around him and looked at the painting. Then "Hula" surrounded my desk, "aunt, I want to paint too."

I smiled, "OK, OK, but you have to come one by one. Everyone has to line up."

The children listened, lined up and waited for me to draw them one by one.

The waist is a little sour. It's time to take green leaves again, but I look at the children's expectant eyes. I can bear it and draw it. As long as these children are happy, even my baby is happy.

I don't know how long I painted. I only know that the children are happily holding my painting in their hands, sitting on the grass, laughing and happy

I painted until the sunset. Finally, Yan'er pulled my sleeve and said, "Miss Yun, your face is very bad. It's getting dark. You're painting for the children tomorrow."

I straighten my waist. Yes, I'm really tired, and it's getting dark. I can't draw them carefully anymore.

Although the children who had not been painted tooted their mouths, they also said like little adults: "aunt, it's dark, draw tomorrow. Aunt must come tomorrow."

Looking at the longing and expectation on their faces, how can I refuse, "yes, aunt will come early tomorrow morning."

The children were relieved and cheered and shouted, "aunt is very kind."

I laugh. It turns out that a painting can make them so happy.

Reluctantly left them and got on the horse, I found that I was hungry.

"Miss Yun, go to dinner."

"HMM." I nodded. I spent too much energy, so I'll supplement my strength.

Yan'er took the lead in galloping forward on his horse. I went to the yurt that seemed to be special. I was tired and hungry. At this time, it was like a home calling my back.

When I arrived, someone had already led the reins in my hand. Before I entered the yurt, I smelled bursts of vegetable and rice fragrance, which made my greedy insects surge in my stomach.

When I came to the table, I marveled at the food at that table, stewed duck, braised fish, a plate of green vegetables, and the fire was just right, just like they had just been fried. There were some dishes I couldn't name. They should be placed in front of me with complete color, smell and fragrance. I raised my head and looked at Yan'er. It must be her. It was so thoughtful, She prepared these meals for me early or late, so she just urged me to come back. She must have calculated the time.

"Miss Yun, please use it."

I looked at the dishes on a table and asked, "can I eat alone?"

"Yes."

"No, Yan'er, you accompany me."

"That's not good. You are the most distinguished guest of Da Han. We slaves can't eat at the same table with the guests." Yan'er leaned over to bless him and smiled calmly.

"Why don't you sit down and eat, or I'll tell you that you don't listen to my girl's orders."

Yan'er smiled, "well, obedience is better than respect. Yan'er is also glad to have a native to eat with Yan'er." she said that she was no longer polite. She just sat opposite me, picked up chopsticks and started.

I haven't eaten such delicious food for a long time. It's really delicious. "Swallow, are there any cooks from the Central Plains on the grassland?" this food is definitely not cooked by Mongolian chefs. It's authentic Central Plains food. Chefs here can't cook so authentic.

"Yes, always, never left." Yan'er said, but his face was a little gloomy, as if he remembered something.

Looking at her, I felt sad. I didn't say anything more.

After dinner, I only said, "Yan'er, go and have a rest. By the way, help me prepare some small gifts. I'll bring them to the children tomorrow. I'll rely on you to accompany me tomorrow."

"OK, Miss Yun also had a rest earlier. Yan'er is going to prepare now."

Yan'er left. I went to the corner, took the green leaf grass prepared for me early, took the grass juice, and then closed my eyes. I listened to the insects and frogs outside the yurt. At this moment, although it was dark, the people on the grassland had not slept yet.

I waited for them to sleep slowly.

In silence, neither Timur nor turdan bothered me that day, which made me wonder what turdan's intention was to steal me?

It was getting quieter and quieter all around. Occasionally, there was a dog barking. The night was getting deeper. At this time, it was the best time for me to act.

I packed up my clothes and flashed out of the yurt. The maids in front of the door were already sleeping. They were not aware of my departure. I felt a burst of joy in my heart.

I came with turdan with a purpose. I want to know that the man named 'Batu' is easy to tolerate, and what his face looks like under it. I'm a little curious. That bad guy, I didn't expose him that day because I didn't want to scare the snake, but I still want to find out what the ultimate purpose of his poisoning is?