"Mayne!" He knocked the arrow over with his hand, and his black eyes were filled with shock and pain. "You are crazy!" He grabbed her and hugged her tightly.
"Ah, let me die, let me die, I want to go home! Go home!!" She raised her head, screamed with all her strength, struggled, and begged God to punish her severely.
"Go home! Meengiya, let's go home!" His lips were close to her cold and slippery face...
He drove away thousands of cavalry and took her to the Blue Lake a hundred miles away.
After the heavy rain, the sapphire-like and magical Mirror Lake is still so breathtaking under the dim and gloomy twilight. The rising heat of the hot spring lake wraps the body that has returned to its original state. The strong and tall man slowly holds the woman in his arms.
sink into the water..
The quiet Mayne was terrifyingly quiet. She was like a body that had lost its soul. Her empty, dark eyes stared at the empty scenery in front of her, unable to find a trace of the vitality that had once existed.
A burst of heart palpitations and panic made his arms tighten even more.
"Meenjia." He hugged her and stroked her smooth back in the water, trying to ease her pain...
She didn't struggle, just like an obedient puppet, lying on his chest, so quiet that she couldn't feel her breathing.
He pulled her head up, pressed his hot lips down, and kissed her neck that was cut by the blade. "Does it hurt?" The pain of ice and water, water and fire blending together, but the woman in his arms was unaware of it.
Eternity. She didn't even move, her empty eyes stared blankly at the dark cloud-covered sky with a touch of silence.
"Speak, Meenjia! Doesn't such torture hurt?" His patience was worn away, and anger burst out of his deep eyes, and he faced her coldly.
But she didn't even blink an eyelid, lying motionless in front of him, her head still tilted up, her black hair scattered like seaweed in the blue water, swaying gently with the waves.
"say!"
Empty silence...
"Ah" suddenly, he roared wildly, grabbed the white person in the water and threw it into the air. "Dong" the beautiful and flawless body fell heavily on the lake, creating a huge splash, and then sank silently...
.Sinking...until there was no more ripples visible on the lake, he was completely irritated by her indifference.
Such a cowardly woman who wants to die and has no fighting spirit is not worthy of his Yelu Qingge's love...
He is so blind!
"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa." The hard iron palm used a huge force to slap away the lake water blocking the way. Amidst the rolling waves, he broke into the bottom of the lake like an arrow like a swimming dragon. Under the bright sapphire water, there was no life.
Mayne is slowly sinking into the water plants deep in the lake bottom.
Damn it!
He swam quickly and pulled her from the bottom of the lake to the shore. His anger was blazing and he threw her hard on the cold ground.
"Meengiya, you always remember that your life can only belong to me. If I don't kill you for a day, you have to live for me!" No matter how you live, even if you hate him and everyone in the world, you have to do it.
Give him life!
Beidi City after a heavy rain.
The sky is low in the wilderness, dark clouds are rolling in, and there is a strong possibility of another violent rainstorm. The crowds of people on Xuanwu Street are like yesterday's yellow flowers, disappearing without a trace. Under the dark sky, the only sound is the sound of patrolling cavalry breaking through the remaining rain.
, alarmed the dandies in the brothels and restaurants who were indulging in the gentle countryside...
Late at night. Sima Camp.
The dim light reflected Battle's pale and old face. He leaned on the damp meadow, propped himself up, and shouted to the young man who was carrying water to feed the horses outside: "Mayne, come and have a rest!"
With sweat all over his face, the young man picked up the last bucket of water and poured it into the stone trough.
"Come, have a rest. Ma Gan has cooked dinner for us, it must be very cold now." Battelle stood up and wanted to serve the meal, but the young man carried the dilapidated square table first and placed it in front of him.
Barter pushed the steamed buns and a bowl of stew condensed with butter in front of her. "Eat."
She sat down silently, sitting cross-legged on the grass, picked up the steamed buns and ate them hungrily. Battelle raised his dim old eyes, looked at her plain and indifferent eyebrows, and couldn't help but sigh: "Mayne, you are so stubborn
Do you want to kill Battle by not saying anything? If you hate me for going back on my word and staying in the Cavalry Army, then beat me with a stick to vent your anger!" He threw a water-carrying pole in front of the boy.
Mei Liangchen's nibbling movements paused for a moment. She did not look at the depressed old man and continued to stuff the cold and greasy food into her mouth.
Battle didn't eat. He waited for Mayne to finish the food bowl before taking out his pipe. He drooped his slack eyelids, hunched over, and smoked silently. Under the dim oil lamp, the shredded tobacco in the pipe pot was bright red.
Then, curls of smoke rose and slowly enveloped their heads.
Mei Liangchen stood up, picked up the millet porridge specially cooked for Battle, turned and walked outside.
"Where are you going?" Battelle raised his chapped lip.
Mei Liangchen didn't stop and walked straight towards the felt tent on the kitchen.
The kitchen utensils in the camp are always much more complete than when marching. Washing them is particularly laborious. When Mei Liangchen stepped into the kitchen with cold porridge, four or five soldiers were half-kneeling on the ground to wash them.
Tableware and cooking utensils.
When they saw Mei Liangchen, they all looked surprised. Usually at this time, most of the soldiers were asleep, and even those who got up from the night went to the toilet.
"Mayne, what are you doing!" The cook who got up to greet her was familiar with Ma Gan. I heard he was a playmate of a tribe. He was the cook who helped take care of Battle.
Mei Liangchen raised the broken bowl in her hand and pointed to the stove that had just turned off, indicating that she wanted to heat up the rice.
The man wanted to help, but Mei Liangchen waved her hand, uncovered the firewood in the stove, and picked some charcoal blocks with embers on top. She placed the fire-resistant pottery bowl directly on the charcoal and turned her back.
, leaning in front of the steaming stove.
Several cooks were discussing in low voices the so-called important events they heard from somewhere...
"Did you hear that two of the general's favorite concubines died in one night?"