They were all wearing gray-brown half-coats, and they looked fierce. Each of them had a scimitar in their hand. When they met the people, they would wave the scimitar in their hands, causing blood to splash everywhere. They looked like ghosts who had accidentally entered the world.
Su Yuanyuan's little face fell down in an instant, and she ran after the people. Her heart was beating fast, and her legs were running fast. Her robes were flying like flowers, and her long hair tied with cloth ropes was loose and loose.
It fell on the back of her head.
She didn't know how long she had been running, but Su Yuanyuan did not dare to look back to see how far away the Mongolians behind her were.
There were only the sounds of people wailing in her ears, and the Mongolian howls of bloodthirsty excitement.
The robe she was wearing belonged to Jiang Wenzheng and was a bit too big. She ran too fast and stepped on it. Her body had no time to react and she fell forward.
She took a mouthful of dust and felt burning pain in her palms and elbows. However, Su Yuanyuan didn't care about anything else. She stood up and staggered to continue running.
But the white robe at the back was stepped on. As soon as she turned around, she faced a Mongolian with disheveled hair. His eyes were fierce and he had a joking smile. His scimitar was raised high, but his eyes were fixed on her.
Holding Su Yuanyuan's delicate neck.
Su Yuanyuan supported her body and stepped back, but it was of no avail. Just when the scimitar was about to fall and separate her head.
A sharp arrow shot through the air and plunged straight into the Mongolian's throat.
In an instant, blood spurted out along the tail feathers of the arrow, splashing on Su Yuanyuan's plain white robe, blooming into dazzling blood flowers.
The sharp arrow directly pierced the Mongolian's throat, and he died in an instant.
The arrow was fast, accurate, and hard, and it came so coincidentally that Su Yuanyuan couldn't help but look back in the direction in which it was shot.
Coming from North Street, two men wearing light armor holding long swords and riding tall horses came galloping towards them.
Ye Zhixing and Ye Zhiren led a team of nearly a hundred people to fight from North Street.
The horse's hooves galloped, and Su Yuanyuan raised her head and watched the two of them speed past in front of her.
Ye Zhixing seemed to have seen her too, and turned around in shock.
Su Yuanyuan was covered in blood, her face turned pale with fright, and she sat on the ground sadly.
But his speed did not slow down, and he just shouted at Su Yuanyuan, "Go home! Go home quickly!"
Ye Zhiren also turned back to look at her. His heart almost jumped out of his chest at this sight. Why is this little ancestor on the street!
He was a little panicked for a moment, and looked at Ye Zhixing with firm eyes, "Brother!"
However, Ye Zhixing turned sideways and waved his long sword, cutting off the head of a Mongolian.
He looked ahead firmly and said in a tone that could not be refused, "Let's go!"
There are still many Mongolian rebels on the street. The rebellion has not yet subsided, and the two of them must not stop because of this.
Su Yuanyuan stood up and was about to go home, but as soon as she stood up, she was called by an anxious voice.
"Sister Su! Sister Su!"
She hesitated for a moment. There were sounds of fighting and killing all around. Who was calling her?
Suddenly a pebble was thrown from a hidden alley and landed at her feet. Su Yuanyuan looked over.
Fu Shen stood behind the wall with only his head exposed, calling her anxiously.
Seeing Su Yuanyuan's eyes meet his, Fu Shen quickly waved to her.
Su Yuanyuan subconsciously looked around to see if anyone had noticed her, and then she strode in.
The alley was dark and dark, but it actually turned to the right. People on the street thought it was a dead end at first glance.
There was not only Fu Shen but also Shen Yun inside.
Shen Yun is now almost 1 month old, and it is difficult to move around. At most, she can only walk around in her yard. Su Yuanyuan has not seen her for several days.
Shen Yun wore a chest-length plain white skirt with a few delicate red flowers on it. Even though she was wearing loose clothes, her round belly could still be seen.
She was sitting on the hay on the ground, her face not pretty. I don't know whether she was frightened just now or something else, but there was a layer of sweat on her forehead, and the broken hair was stuck to her face.
She gasped for breath in small mouths, and her face was twisted, looking very painful.
Su Yuanyuan was startled. Before Fu Shen came to explain to herself, she squatted beside Shen Yun and grabbed her wrist to take her pulse.
Shen Yun's eyes were a little blurry, but she recognized Su Yuanyuan and was surprised, "Yuanyuan?"
Su Yuanyuan gave her a reassuring look, and then focused all her energy on diagnosing the pulse.
The ulnar pulse turns sharp, like cutting a rope and turning a pearl.
This is a sign of labor!
"Sister Su, what should we do now?"
He and Shen Yun originally went back to their parents' home together, but they never expected to see the scene of foreigners breaking through the city gate not long after entering the city. The two of them hid all the way to get here, but Shen Yun's health failed.
There was war and chaos outside, but here a mother was in labor. Even though Su Yuanyuan had experienced strong winds and waves, she was confused for a moment.
We are now on South Street, only 200 meters away from her shop. There should be a female worker staying to look after the shop. If she goes to the drug store, she has both medicinal materials and tools, so a small production is not something to worry about.
She first asked Shen Yun to lie down flat to prevent excessive loss of amniotic fluid from causing hypoxia to the fetus.
Su Yuanyuan first gave Shen Yun a small pill to calm her down, to prevent her from losing strength during labor.
She poked her head out first, and when no one noticed her, she trotted out.
She had to go to the drug store to get a stretcher to carry Shen Yun. If the bumps were too big for Fu Shen to hold, the probability of an accident would be high. She couldn't let Shen Yun take this risk.
Su Yuanyuan ran slowly and was always observing the situation on the road.
Some people were slashed and lying dying on the roadside, their blood staining the blue bricks on the ground red.
She had never seen a war, and she felt a sense of sadness when she looked at the people lying on the ground.
Those people fell straight to the ground, some still breathing, looking at Su Yuanyuan longingly.
Su Yuanyuan squatted next to those people and comforted them softly, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I will get medicine to save you right now!"
She seemed to be comforting those people, and also seemed to be comforting herself.
The wounds on her body were screaming in pain because of the fall just now, but she seemed to have unlimited power at this moment.
She hid all the way, and when she was about to reach the store, three Mongolians holding scimitars suddenly appeared.
Su Yuanyuan was like a frightened rabbit, stunned at first.
The three of them were all wearing thick sheepskin coats, their long hair was messy, and their eyes were fierce.
The distance was so close that Su Yuanyuan could smell the odor of sweat on their bodies.
She was stunned on the spot, her mind went blank, and her body felt as heavy as filled with lead.
When she reacted, she ran away. The three of them didn't expect that Su Yuanyuan would bump into them.
The woman's light fragrance was still lingering on the tip of their noses. The three of them looked at each other and hurriedly chased after her.
Su Yuanyuan only looked back. At this glance, she could see the undisguised desire in the eyes of the three people.
