"Hey, my head hurts." Chang'an Jun sat up from the animal skin bed, stroking his head and looking around in a daze.
The slightly dark environment seemed to be in a dome tent, surrounded by stones, tattered-looking tables and chairs, a crackling fire, an earthen pot on top, and a black figure with his back turned.
He sat by the fire.
Chang'an Jun:!
"Your Excellency, are you awake?" The voice was hoarse, like a throat that had been cut with a sharp knife. It was more like the voice of dozens or hundreds of crows. It was impossible to distinguish between male and female.
Chang'an Jun couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body and felt uncomfortable all over.
"Who are you? No, you know the language of the Central Plains." Chang'an Jun tiptoed out of bed, looking around, trying to find a guy with scales to defend himself, but he remembered that he was knocked unconscious, and
You can tell something is wrong with this place right away.
"Ling bell~dangdang~"
Chang'an Jun, who had just found a stick, immediately stood up, hid the stick behind his back, and looked at the source of the sound, the owner of the hoarse voice.
The previous sound was made by a few strings of bells hanging from the tatters on the figure's body.
"You" Chang'an Jun looked at the figure who stood up and faced him.
He has gray hair, white eyes, and his eyes are almost blurry. His wrinkled face is painted with complicated patterns, and there are two wolf teeth hanging from his ears. He is dressed in rags, which is almost the same as Chang'an Jun's clothes that are now strips of cloth.
But one is Sichuan brocade and the other is linen.
Looking at this face that looked similar to Zhongyuan's, Chang'an Jun frowned and asked, "Who are you?"
"Me?" A hoarse and broken voice sounded, "Ahem, cough, cough, are you asking about me now or me before?"
Chang'an Jun tiptoed closer, "What do you mean?"
"Although your clothes are in tatters, you can tell just by looking at them that the material is different from those of us servants. They should be made of high-quality cloth. You should be from a wealthy family, but I don't know why you are here, cough, cough, cough."
The old man seems to be unable to speak too much. If he talks too much, he will cough.
Chang'an Jun had already touched the old man's body not far away and was holding on to the root of the tree behind him.
It's up to you to see if you can escape.
rush!
Chang'an Jun speeded up and rushed towards the door. He was so fast that he almost turned into a black shadow.
"oops!"
Soon again, Chang'an Jun turned into a black shadow and fell back into the tent again.
"Yue'er?" the old man asked after hearing the movement.
At this time, a figure slowly walked into the room, glanced at Chang'an Jun on the ground casually, then walked to the old man's side, rubbed the old man's face affectionately, "Grandma."
"Hiss~", Chang'an Jun touched Pingsha Luoyan's butt facing the ground. The fall was not light. Chang'an Jun touched his face, "No, why does my face hurt so much? Hiss, it hurts."
It hurts even more.
I thought I might be able to escape by running out quickly, but I didn't expect that I had just run to the door and before I could see who it was, I suddenly felt myself flying backwards.
"You don't have to think about running away anymore. Please rest assured that we will not harm you." The old man approached Chang'an Jun with the support of a woman named Yue'er.
When Chang'an Jun raised his head, he saw a face staring at him indifferently.
"You're so good-looking, but you have to put on a bad face." Chang'an Jun said sincerely, but he just beeped a few words in a low voice.
"Your Excellency, please." The old man asked Chang'an Jun to sit back on the bed.
Yue'er brought a stool for the old man, helped the old man sit down, and then stood behind the old man, staring at Chang'an Jun to avoid anything happening again.
If his grandmother hadn't allowed him to move, it wouldn't have been as simple as kicking him back just now.
"Okay, you go ahead." Chang'an Jun collapsed on the bed.
Can't fight, can't run.
Open.
I hope Chan'er realizes that I'm gone soon and comes to save me.
"I was born in the State of Zhao, and am a native of Dazhuang, Tucheng, Yi'an. Judging from your accent, I must be from the State of Zhao, right? Wangdu HD?"
When Chang'an Jun heard the old man say that he was from Zhao, the expression on his face became a little strange.
"Yes, I'm from HD."
"Hahaha, there used to be businessmen from HD, and they always had delicious gadgets. They were sweet, and I loved eating them when I was a kid." The old man recalled the carefree and happy times of his childhood, with a smile on his face.
.
"But then, it got dark, and fires burned wantonly in the village, like a purgatory on earth." The cloudy eyes were now also full of fear, "Ahem, cough, cough, and I was also kidnapped to the grassland, and I was going to die with a knife.
But he was rescued by a stupid boy."
"Cough cough cough, cough cough~" The old man couldn't stop coughing.
"Grandma." Yue'er worriedly stroked the old man's back.
"It's okay, it's okay." The old man calmed down, "It's an old problem. After that day, his voice became hoarse and he died."
"The wolves are going south, right?" Chang'an Jun had already guessed the meaning of the old man's words.
Many years ago, every time the wolves went south, they were always hard to resist. They burned, killed, and looted on the border, doing everything they could.
But even so, the border troops could barely resist, or even couldn't resist at all. They could only strengthen the walls and clear the fields, and retreat to the city.
But it is the small villages outside the city that are suffering, reduced to purgatory.
"Don't mention it, don't mention it anymore, ahem, Zhao Guo's Muhua is already dead."
Chang'an Jun is silent.
The old man in front of him was the same as him, but also different.
Chang'an Jun wanted to ask the old man whether he wanted to return to Zhao State, but he stopped talking.
"Who is that silly boy?" Chang'an Jun noticed that the old man seemed to be smiling when he talked about that silly boy.
"A wolf tribesman." The old man smiled hoarsely, "A wolf tribesman rescued me, ahem, he hid me in his tent, and later brought me back here."
"Here? Where is this, also a wolf tribe?" Chang'an Jun then asked.
"Grandma, you talked too much today, and it's already very late. You should go and have a rest. I'll look at him." Yue'er knelt down and held the old man's hand and said worriedly.
"No hurry, no hurry." The old man patted Yue'er's hand.
"Grandma." Yue'er said coquettishly, holding the old man's hand, "Grandma, just go and have a rest. It won't be too late to see him tomorrow, and it's so late, he has to go to bed, right? It's better to come back tomorrow."
The old man said with a smile, "Okay, then come back tomorrow."
"Grandma is so kind."
Yue'er helped the old man go out.
Chang'anjun sat on the bed blankly.
Gone? Really gone?
No, I haven't finished talking yet.
I almost asked where this place was, so why did I leave?
And if the woman hadn't stared at him fiercely, he would have definitely said: I'm not sleepy, you can keep talking.
Alas~
Chang'an Jun lay weakly on the bed.
No, no one is around now, it's a good opportunity to run out.
Chang'an Jun stood up, hunched over and tiptoed towards the door.
Then
"What are you doing?" Yue'er stood at the door and looked at Chang'an Jun indifferently.
Um, it was discovered.
"Oh, I think it's quite dark outside, and the moonlight should be good, so I just wanted to go out and look at the moon." Chang'an Jun turned around and walked to the bed, "I'm sleepy, I'm going to sleep."
Chang'an Jun looked at the position of the fire and the door, then lay down with his back to Yue'er.
Yue'er stared at Chang'an Jun as he returned to the bed and lay down. After walking in, he put down the door curtain, then took the wooden frame and inserted it into the doorway, just like a wooden door.
Then, Yue'er came to the fire, found a comfortable position, sat against the stone, and closed her eyes.