Her Heartless Evil Man

"Uncle Wu Zhe, are these for me?"

Uncle Wu zhe nodded, and then his finger pointed to his chest. Is there anything else? Why didn't I feel it just now?

Reach out and take out the past. If there is a painting, it is not a woman's painting this time, but a landscape painting.

"Turdan, when you grow up, if you meet a woman with a plum blossom in the middle of her eyebrow, if her face is just similar to the woman in this painting, please be kind to him."

It's strange why he said so. Why should I take care of a woman I don't know for him.

"You are the prince of baruchi. I watch the sky at night and say that the woman with plum blossoms on her forehead is very destined for you."

Listening to what he said, it seemed that I would really meet such a woman, but I didn't believe it. However, he was a dying man, so he simply agreed, "well, if I met her and became a stranger, then my turdan would be struck by heaven and thunder".

I replied to him like a joke, but I didn't expect that I really met such a woman a few years later.

"So what does uncle wuzhe want turdan to do?" I don't believe he took out these things just to let me treat a woman well in the future.

"You can help me send the landscape painting to a young man surnamed Luo in bat medical Valley, and I'll give you the painting and paper as a gift just now."

I nodded, "OK, I really like this painting. I can't understand what's written on this Lao Shizi's paper, but I promise you I'll keep it for you."

"That's good. When do you want to send the landscape paintings?"

"When I get out of the jungle, I'll let my father Khan send someone to send it. Do you think so?" I'm still young. I don't know the way, and more importantly, father Khan and e Niang will never let me go far.

"No, my uncle wants you to put all these things away seriously. Don't give them to anyone, and don't give them to your father Khan and e Niang. When you grow up and you have the ability, you can help Uncle Wu zhe send the paintings there. Promise me that these things can't be seen by anyone except you."

"Why, why can't even my father Khan know?"

"Yes, you promised me not to let others know."

Looking at his urgency, I couldn't bear to refuse, "well, I will."

"Well, go quickly. It's getting dark. If you don't go back, your father Khan won't find you. You'll be anxious."

Frowning, Uncle Wu zhe was right. I really want to leave, "but I can't leave you here alone."

"It's okay. I'll be fine."

I looked at his pale face. I didn't believe what he said. "Uncle Wu Zhe, you lied to me. Your face is ugly."

He gave me a stiff smile. "Let's go, uncle. It's really all right."

"That uncle must wait for me. When I ask father Khan to send someone to pick you up."

He shook his head. "No, you go."

I left, holding my horse, some reluctant to part, but I never thought that my departure was his death.

Facing the wind and rain, I was eager to go to the future. I was really afraid that erniang and father Khan would worry about my disappearance.

Finally, I rushed back to baruchi. When I saw my father Khan, I told him that I saw Uncle Wu Zhe, my father Khan didn't believe it. He said I must have met the wrong person. So he's not going to save my Uncle Wu Zhe.

I suddenly remembered the things Uncle Wu zhe gave me in my arms. If these things were given to father Khan, father Khan would believe them, but I promised Uncle Wu zhe not to give them to a second person.

There are some contradictions. I'm thinking about whether I should tell my father Khan these things. He is my father Khan. Why can't I show him? I think Uncle Wu zhe seems a little strange.

In order to let the father Khan believe his existence and save him, I'll take it out for the time being. Uncle Wu zhe asks you to forgive my gaffe. I just want the father Khan to believe your existence and let the father Khan save you.

Thinking like this, I took out what Uncle Wu zhe gave me. My father Khan looked at it as if it was unbelievable. Then he was surprised and smiled, "Dan Er, the father Khan of the landscape painting will send someone to send it in a few days. As for this other painting and paper, my father Khan will keep it for you and return it to you when you grow up."

I listened, but I didn't know it was my father Khan. He understood the content on the paper, so he didn't like the woman with plum blossoms on his forehead and heart. He also made up his mind not to let me marry that woman in the future.

I changed my wet clothes and went to bed. As for Uncle Wu Zhe, my father Khan said he would send someone to save him. Uncle Wu Zhe is my life-saving benefactor. I think my father Khan will never abandon him.

Perhaps because of the fatigue of the day, I slept very restlessly that night. I always dreamed that Uncle Wu Zhe's face was full of blood. He waved to me and asked me to come to him. What's the matter with him? I ran to him desperately, but the more I ran, the farther away I was from him. What's the matter?

I also stretched out my hand. I wanted to catch his hand, but it was always far away at the moment when the two fingertips were about to meet, and his face was becoming more and more blurred in front of me, just like a wisp of flying smoke.

Such a dream woke me up. When I sat up, I found that there was darkness all around. It turned out that the night was still thick.

Then I lay down again, but I couldn't sleep. My mind was full of Uncle Wu Zhe. Finally, it was dawn. Before the maids got up, I was in a hurry to wear clothes. I wanted to find my father Khan. I always felt like what had happened to Uncle Wu Zhe.

The sky outside the yurt is still dimly bright, and the rain is still falling. The lingering sound of the rain is like heaven crying. This makes my heart a little heavy and sad.

Quietly pulled my horse and rode it to my father Khan's yurt. Although it was early, although I was afraid to wake up my father Khan and e Niang, I was thinking of my Uncle Wu Zhe.

And my promise to him. That's my oath. I'll help him deliver the landscape painting anyway.

The day is getting brighter and brighter. My hooves are splashing on the cold and wet grass with the sound of rain. The autumn feeling is stronger.

I thought father Khan's yurt must be quiet. Everyone is asleep.

But when I was about to arrive, I saw a yurt next to my father Khan from a distance. A man came out in a panic.

What's up?

Patting the horse's back and sprinting, I wanted to rush there right away. What happened? Is it Uncle Wu zhe who

I'm afraid I've seen countless dead people, but I just don't want to see Uncle Wu Zhe's death. It's him who makes me live in this world. Although I'm still young, I know how to be grateful.

When jumping off the horse, I only let the horse chew the grass at will on the grass. I even couldn't bear to tell people to tie the horse. I didn't run to my father Khan's yurt, so I ran directly to the yurt next to it.

I know it's usually empty. The place where no one lives is now occupied by people. Then there must be some important people living in it.

"Little prince, why did you get up so early and come here in the rain?" the Deacon guard of father Khan asked me strangely.

I said eagerly, "I want to see Uncle Wu Zhe."

"This......" the guard hesitated.

This hesitation makes me sure that something must have happened, "father Khan?" I don't believe he's sleeping. He must be somewhere. He's restless when something happens, because he's the sweat of baruchi.

"The sweat is still resting," said the bodyguard after a pause; "Little prince, go back and sleep for a while. It's still early."

"Well, how can anyone get up so early?" I don't believe it. I count the time. If father Khan sent someone to pick up Uncle Wu zhe when I left last night, Uncle Wu zhe has already arrived.

I opened the guard, and I went to the yurt. I didn't care about anything. I opened the door, lifted the door curtain, and went in. I saw a candle light. The gently flickering light was as soft as a dream. Among the candles, there was a desk. A person was lying quietly on the desk, and my father Khan was standing in front of the man, lowering his head in silence.

I was a little stunned. Is my dream not a dream, but real?

I walked slowly, I stood beside my father Khan, and then I reached out to gently explore Uncle Wu Zhe's breath.

The cold touch startled me for a moment. I don't believe it. I don't believe he died like this.

"Father Khan, you told me that Uncle Wu Zhe is not dead." I dragged my father Khan's sleeve and asked him to tell me a false answer. Although I knew it was false, I was still eager to hear my father Khan tell me that Uncle Wu zhe was not dead.

"Dan'er, when the people sent by father Khan last night found the cave, your Uncle Wu zhe had stopped breathing. Please believe father Khan. Father Khan tried his best, and father Khan couldn't return to heaven."

Is that true? Although I have seen Uncle Wu zhe vomit a big mouthful of blood, although his face is very pale, he can clearly live. Remembering the surprise of his father Khan when he saw the landscape painting can always remind me of something, but I am so young, these are really beyond my age.

"Father Khan, give me back the painting and paper. It's the relic of Uncle Wu Zhe, and it's also a gift from Uncle Wu Zhe. I want to keep it myself." thinking about the woman in the painting, I don't know who she is, but she must be someone related to me. Uncle Wu zhe said that I will meet a woman with plum blossoms in the center of her eyebrows in the future, What kind of woman is that.

Father Khan ignored me and just asked the bodyguard to take me away. My strength was small, and I couldn't struggle with the bodyguard's brute force.