A large gray carriage was running along the mountain path, followed by a large maroon horse. The man on the horse was about thirty years old, dressed in coarse cloth, and his appearance was rugged but also delicate. He was exactly
The soup-drinking guests who helped Ming Xixi, her daughter and others in the inn.
Ming Xixi poked her little head out of the car window and raised a bright smile to the person on the horse: "Uncle Gao, Xi'er wants to ride with you."
"Okay, after you've passed this narrow path, uncle will give you a ride." Gao Qinghai agreed cheerfully. He had been fond of this little girl who was as delicate and cute as a porcelain doll since he saw her during dinner last night, especially when he heard her milky voice.
The soft and tender voice makes people want to take a bite of that little face.
"Thank you, Uncle Gao." Ming Xixi retracted her little head, and Jian Bingran couldn't help but scolded: "Xi'er, don't be naughty. Mr. Gao will escort us for a ride, so don't cause any trouble to him."
Ming Xixi laughed: "Mother, Uncle Gao is traveling with us."
Zhi'er suddenly sighed: "It's a pity that Young Master Gao didn't come to Hancheng..."
Hua'er glanced at her and smiled a little narrowly: "Zhi'er, we just met, can't we part with you?"
Zhi'er blushed and glared at Hua'er angrily: "Sister Hua'er, just entertain Zhi'er."
The two little maids were bickering with each other, while Grandma Sang was smiling beside her. Ming Xixi was happy to see everyone happy, so she nestled in her mother's arms and said, "Mother, can you tell Xi'er about Hancheng?"
Jian Bingran was silent for a moment and said slowly: "Mother, I don't know where the Han City is. I have only heard people say that Han City is thousands of miles away from Lanlian, in the northernmost part of Tang and Song Dynasties. It is said that Han City is
There is always ice and snow, and there are few birds and livestock..." It is said that Cold City is a place with the heaviest Yin energy, making it difficult for ordinary people to survive. It is said that those who can survive in Cold City are some extremely weird ghost-faced people.
Jian Bingran didn't say the next words. She was afraid that it would scare her daughter, Nanny Sang and the others. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but look at the three of them with a look of shame on her face. It might be a matter of life or death. Tomorrow,
How many more tomorrows will there be for them who are pushed to a dead end?
After exiting the mountain trail, a plain suddenly opened up ahead. Unknown wild flowers on the roadside were blooming brilliantly. Gao Qinghai hugged Ming Xixi and let her sit in front. He took the lead and accelerated slightly in front.
The wind blew coolly on both sides, carrying the fragrance of the fields, and the scenery on both sides of the road quickly receded. Ming Xixi felt a surge of high spirits, and excitement overflowed on her face.
"Hehehe...!" The crisp and sweet laughter spread all the way, infecting the people on the carriage behind. Jian Bingran listened to her daughter's happy laughter, and her face showed the happy smile since she set off on the road.
After passing a river bank, the carriage stopped to rest. Everyone worked together and made a fire to cook. The atmosphere was pleasant and harmonious, and the experience at the inn was quickly forgotten.
When the sun set in the west, there was still a long way to go before the next town. It might be late at night when we arrived. To avoid accidents, Jian Bingran ordered to stop in the woods in front and make a bonfire to spend the night.
When we were in the town, we bought some dry food, as well as some rice noodles and bacon, etc., in case we had to stay out overnight. Xiangzi and Hua'er were responsible for finding firewood, Datou was responsible for finding water to make a fire, Gao Qinghai was responsible for hunting game and barbecue, Zhi'er and Jian Bingran
They took out the food to make dinner. Ming Xixi and Grandma Sang, one old and one young, sat in the carriage and waited for dinner.
The temperature dropped at night, but fortunately there was enough firewood. The crackling fire brought warmth and light. Everyone ate game bacon and rice porridge, chatting and laughing without realizing the night was deep.
Finally, the female family members all rested in the carriage, and the three men sat next to the carriage and took a nap. The tired people soon fell asleep.
The night wind blew gusts, and the bonfire was swaying from time to time. In the dark night, in the distance, a few figures, like cats, quietly came towards the light of the fire.
Maybe she drank too much water, but Ming Xixi woke up from urinating. Due to the limited space in the carriage, everyone was sleeping next to each other. Ming Xixi felt uncomfortable all over, so she quietly left her mother's arms, climbed out of the carriage, and took a look
The three people taking a nap outside the carriage glanced around, and Ming Xixi used the firelight to walk behind a bush to solve the problem.
"Datou, Xiangzi, get up and protect my wife!"
Suddenly, Gao Qinghai became alert, spoke loudly, and pushed the two of them. Datou and Xiangzi jumped up and looked around: "Who? Who is here?"
Ming Xixi had just pulled up her pants and was about to walk out when she saw shadows flying in the distance behind the three of them. In the blink of an eye, five or six shadows appeared in the darkness, all wearing black and covering their faces, and they were all light and agile.
, the sword in his hand was dazzling in the firelight.
Datou and Xiangzi quickly drew their swords and guarded the carriage nervously. Gao Qinghai stood there with a calm expression and his eyes shone coldly like a nighthawk.
"Didn't you say there are only two? How come there are three?" The masked man in black in front muttered in surprise, and the accomplice next to him said impatiently: "Who cares, anyone who stands in my way will die!"
Without saying any more words, the six masked men in black divided into three groups, two to deal with Datou and Xiangzi, two to deal with Gao Qinghai, and two more to attack the carriage.
The sound of weapons fighting with swords woke up the sleeping people in the carriage. As soon as Zhi'er opened the curtains, a cold light came straight in. "Ah!" Zhi'er was so frightened that he bent down and pulled the others to lie on the floor.