Dream Hua Embers Records

The clothes on the back of the child were torn, and the blood scabs stuck to the clothes. Yan Yin soaked the water in the water bag with a handkerchief and slowly moistened it, thinking of Kang Mao and herself that night for no reason.

The child was still sobbing, his shoulders shrugged and shook, his little face was flushed, as if he was full of grievances and did not dare to confide in it, so he had to slowly, bit by bit, diffuse into the breath. .

"Does it hurt?" Yan Yin asked softly.

"It hurts..." the child replied with a sob.

Yan Yin didn't know how to continue the conversation, so she asked again, "What's your name?"

"Jin Lang..."

"Ah! You are that Jin Lang. Did you play with the thread-picking rope that day? Don't worry, I have fine silk sash here, and I will make some for you later."

"..." Jin Lang turned his head slightly, looked at Yan Yin, opened his eyes wide and said in surprise, "Ah! You are the one who gave us the glass beads that day."

"Yeah!" Yan Yin nodded, "My name is Yan Yin." As she spoke, she rolled up her sleeves, revealing the snow-blue glass bead on her wrist.

Jin Lang also stretched out his hand, revealing the glazed beads tied around his wrist, which were amber and sprinkled with gold.The two wrists are joined together like brothers.

Yan Yin looked at that fat little hand, which was full of cracked dry lines, and the nails were also filled with mud. She sighed in her heart, and couldn't help but think of Kang Mao's long pink and white fingers, against the white snow, black and white. Branches, red plums, wild goose feathers... like a banished immortal, no matter how difficult the situation is, he never shows the slightest bit of distress.

Seeing Yan Yin staring blankly at his hands, Jin Lang also felt a little embarrassed, and timidly retracted his hands, pressing them under his body.

"Medicine." Agu came back at some point, and seeing that Yan Yin had finished treating the wound, he handed over a jar of medicine with a wink.

Seeing that the medicine was the jar he sent from the Qing Palace, Yan Yin felt a little awkward, and couldn't help saying angrily, "You didn't forget to keep this thing..."

"How can I forget! What if I need to use it in the future? I don't need to trouble the prince to bring the medicine..." A Gu was talking with a playful smile, when he suddenly felt a burst of cold, and looked up to see Yan Yin with a serious face , staring at himself, with an expression of wanting to chew and eat himself, he stuck out his tongue in fright, and stopped talking.

Yan Yin pouted her mouth at the medicine pot, and Agu obediently took the handkerchief from Yan Yin's hand, and put the medicine on Jin Lang lightly.

Yan Yin went to search for the silk ribbon in the luggage, but heard A Gu muttering, "His clothes are all smashed, and they are still dirty and smelly, how can he still wear them..."

Yan Yin smiled and said, "Do you mean that you want me to find a piece of my clothes for him to wear?"

Agu also laughed, "I don't dare to bother Mr. Xiaolang, as long as you nod, I can find it myself, no trouble."

Yan Yin wanted to be angry, but also wanted to laugh, "You are getting more and more courageous, and you are riding on the head of the master!"

"I don't have any!" Agu argued, poking his neck, "The slave doesn't have two clothes in total. If I gave him one, he would be naked. Wouldn't that be embarrassing for the master!"

Yan Yin couldn't hold back her laughter and said, "I don't think it's embarrassing, I want to see it too!"

The two of them were talking about women's straight talk, Jin Lang couldn't understand, but seeing that they were both smiling, a dull smile appeared on their faces involuntarily.

Seeing that the wound on Jin Lang's body had been healed, Yan Yin was afraid that he would catch the cold naked, so she hurriedly pulled out a piece of clothing and threw it to Agu, "Hurry up and help him put it on!"

Agu helped Jin Lang put on the clothes, but Jin Lang held on to the two laces of the clothes and murmured, "It's from the left lapel..."

"What's the relationship..." Agu was puzzled.

"Where the dead are dead, the left lapel is not open." Jin Lang recited this sentence as if reciting.

A Gu only knew a little bit of Chinese, and couldn't understand. He looked at Yan Yin in confusion, but Yan Yin lowered his face, and looked down at the flower-and-leaf-patterned Hai Qing shirt on his body with the left lapel on the collar.

As soon as Jin Lang said something, he knew something was wrong, but he didn't know how to admit his mistake. Tears rolled in his eye sockets in anxiety, and he just gently pulled Yan Yin's sleeve, and suddenly saw his chapped and muddy fingers, and then Withdrawing her hand as if being scalded, a drop of tear fell on the open skirt with a bang.

Yan Yin let out a long breath, and told A Gudao, "Clean his hands and get him something to eat!" After speaking, he turned his back and rummaged through the luggage blindly without saying a word.

What Agu brought over was only two dry and cold Hubing.

"Thank you, brother!" Jin Lang took the pancake with both hands, thanked him sweetly, then turned to Yan Yin and said, "Thank you, brother Yanyin!"

Only then did Yan Yin regain her strength, turned around and said lightly, "Eat."

Jin Lang held the mustard pancakes in both hands, and slowly bit them into his mouth. He didn't bite off much for a long time. He looked like a little squirrel eating pine nuts.

"What? Can't bite? Are you changing your teeth?" Yan Yin smiled.

Jin Lang nodded heavily.

"No wonder you don't like to talk..." Yan Yin laughed again.

Jin Lang blushed.

Suddenly, he hurriedly rode over from a distance. The person on the horse was dressed in Zhao Guo's costume, and he seemed to be a servant.

The man got off his horse, walked up to the carts of those women, at a distance of about ten steps, bowed slightly, and said loudly: "Chuan Shuo Wang Junzhi, Zongji, Zongnu, Nvshi, Mrs. Nei, etc. You should be dignified and self-restraint, be cautious in your words and deeds, and don't take insults from others." With just such a sentence, the man walked steadily, with a neither high nor low tone, and neither fast nor slow, one car after another. passed on.

The man's voice was neither loud nor soft, allowing the people in the car to hear clearly without being too loud, and it was eye-catching, obviously very measured.Even the distance he stood at has been carefully considered. It is neither far nor close to those cars. It will not be so close that the soldiers in custody feel threatened, but it will not be so far that the people in the cars can't hear clearly. .

The women in the car had just eaten, and it was the only time to let the wind out every day, but today was different, no one got out of the car, all the cars were quiet, and no one even lifted the curtain to face look outside.

"What's going on?" Yan Yin frowned.

"Who knows!" Agu said lazily, "Hmph! They are all prisoners, and they are showing off the airs of a prince! Do you know what situation I am in now! I am most annoyed by that Shuo King, a The way his eyes grow to his forehead, when we come to Zhongdu in the future, we must be the first to tattoo the word slave on his face, to see how arrogant he is!"

"Are you going to tattoo your face?" Yan Yin was a little surprised.

"Probably so! When the Bohai Kingdom was destroyed before, all the male members of their clan tattooed their faces."

"Oh..." Yan Yin was a little disappointed, she stayed for a while before saying, "What happened, you go and find out."

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