The moon is dark and the wind is high, and everything is silent.

The girl and the old man sat next to the mentally retarded brother, one holding his cheek and staring at him, and the other closing his eyes for a nap. The mentally retarded brother looked even more stupid against the bonfire. At this time, his footsteps approached, and the girl tightened her clothes and turned her head to look.

The visitor was still the guard, who brought three bowls of hot porridge.

He said: "The parents asked him to send him."

The girl lowered her head shyly and said timidly: "The Lord is kind."

The guard put down the hot porridge and glanced at his mentally retarded brother who looked pitiful with pity, and sighed in his heart.

In this world, it is difficult for young and middle-aged people to survive, let alone the old and young child with a brain problem? I don’t know how much suffering they suffered along the way. The girl drank the hot porridge in satisfaction, and she didn’t care about the hot temperature at all. After a bowl, the girl’s sallow and thin cheeks also had a perfect blush on her face, secretly sending her autumn waves to the guards.

The guards are used to this hint of showing goodwill, secretly throwing themselves into their arms, and under the pressure of survival, all etiquette, righteousness, integrity and shame can be given to them. The guards are somewhat useful, but they do not respond to it, but their attitude is better than the naked eye.

The girl asked him about his parents: "I don't know the name of a noble person? If you have the chance, you will have to repay the favor with the grass."

She spoke in a very literary manner and looked gentle with temperament.

The guard judged from this that the girl was also a small wealthy family before she escaped and fell into trouble: "The master's family's surname is to congratulate her, so she doesn't need to repay her kindness. The parents have always been kind-hearted and don't give me some porridge and good luck during the holidays. It's just a little help to help you. Just don't follow after dawn."

He only said his last name.

The name was not mentioned, and there was no need for ordinary people to know.

Seeing this, the girl stopped asking questions.

After drinking the hot porridge, the guards took away the wooden bowl.

When he was away, the old man sneered from his mouth, glanced at the girl with a sarcastic look in his eyes: [He was rushing to show goodwill, and his hot face was pressed against his cold butt, but he didn't expect that the evil plot would have this side.]

Girl:【…】

He just said that Choi Sun-hyuk is the biggest danger.

The mentally retarded brother said vaguely: "Okay."

The girl and the old man retracted their gazes that fell on each other and looked at their mentally retarded brother. The mentally retarded brother gestured and wrote on the ground with his fingers. The two had amazing eyesight and could see very clearly.

The content written is: [Great good luck in the world.]

The girl leaned closer and asked with her eyes: [Take it serious?]

Old man: [This literati's way of sounds quite...festive?]

Girl:【…】

It's a joke about hell.

The old man asked again: [Where is the ability?]

The mentally retarded brother continues to write: [Power morale.]

Judging from the ability alone, it belongs to a very ordinary auxiliary literati, and many military formations of the Speech can also play the same role. Its advantage lies in the consumption of the same literary energy, and the effect produced by [Good Good World] is doubled compared to that of ordinary military formations of the Speech.

This is in an unfulfilled state.

My mentally retarded brother was a little disappointed with this.

This kind of literati's way is too ordinary and not worthy of preservation and collection.

The old man asked again: [What ability is perfect?]

The mentally retarded brother shook his head: [I don't know.]

The ability to be perfect cannot be copied or viewed. Thinking of this, my mentally retarded brother was even more discouraged. He was too restrictive of the way of a scholar, and he could tolerate the disadvantages before, but now he felt that he had no strength to do. When he encountered an enemy who perfected the way of a scholar, he could no longer keep up with his needs.

【Great good luck in the world?】

The old man glanced at the girl's face.

【It is probably a restless person too.】

The sky is dead, and the yellow sky should stand.

If the year is in Jiazi, the world will be very lucky.

This is the slogan of the rebel army recorded in Yan Ling.

For the regular royal court, isn’t it a traitor?

My mentally retarded brother is preparing to delete the literati's way of copying that he had finally copied. He will bear less of the way of copying the literati and he will have a lighter burden on his own. Just copy it if you like it.

His actions were interrupted by the girl: [Is it his surname He?]

Old man:【…】

My mentally retarded brother: […]

Both of them had the same idea in their minds - could it be that the head of the He family was also an enemy of the evil plot (Qi Zhongshu)?

The girl understood the eyes of the two.

He frowned his eyebrows angrily: [What are your eyes?]

My mentally retarded brother asked: [He is an old friend of the Book of Songs?]

The girl said: [Unsure whether it is.]

The old man and his mentally retarded brother: […]

Not sure if it is, that's basically it.

The girl continued: [I met a pair of He brothers in my early years. The brother was named He Shu, but his brother was named He Xu, and his brother was named He Xin, and his brother was named Hao Gu. I don’t know if it was one of them…]

[Ying Ling said: Tell me but not write, believe me but love the ancients, I am compared to my old Peng.] I don’t know which laughed the old man’s point, his lips twitched, he wanted to laugh but didn’t laugh, and endured it hard. [If it was really one of my brothers, the way of the scholars he obtained was ‘Great good luck in the world’, it would be really interesting.]

Girl:【…】

Why can such a cold joke be laughed out?

The old man restrained his smile: [Let's run away tomorrow morning and find another opportunity to sneak in. If you reveal your identity, I am afraid that he will take his anger and will suffer a disaster in vain. How about Qi Yuanliang?]

The enemy who prays for good will definitely not have a good temper.

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The girl said: [What are you running? Is it said to be an enemy?]

The two were shocked when they heard this.

Did anyone know Qi Yuanliang actually make enemies?

Girl:【…】

To verify whether the head of He's family was an acquaintance, the girl came up with a trick. He patted the small medicine bottle hidden under his clothes: [Wait.]

Using the Spirit of Words to achieve your goals will stimulate the energy of heaven and earth. No matter how cautious you are, it is very easy to be noticed by the literary scholars who are perfect in the way of literati. Since the Spirit of Words cannot do it, then use the most simple means. How can people who walk in the world not bring any medicine?

At midnight.

The convoy's guard was alarmed by loud screams.

It was the girl's panic begging for mercy. Everyone looked in the sound and saw a thin girl trying to tighten her clothes, trying to avoid the hand she was trying to reach out. She leaned against the petite figure and escaped the harassment in the opposite direction. She fell hard after running two steps. She didn't care about the pain, and used her hands and feet to get up.

When the guard saw this, he hurried to check the situation.

The two of them came forward to see clearly what was going on.

He immediately took a breath of air conditioning.

A guard stepped forward and swung his arm around and slapped it twice.

He whispered: "Damn it, what are you doing?"

The girl with tears in her face hid behind them, her head lowered and sobbed, and her thin body stood in the cold wind and shivered.

Because of the fright, the girl's face was bloodless and her lips were blue, which looked very pitiful. Seeing this, the guard was even more angry. He raised his leg and kicked the madman down. As the madman fell down in pain, the thing three inches below the navel was straight and straight and outwardly.

This is almost a proof.

The noise here alarmed the host of the convoy.

Candlelight lit up in the carriage.

The man stood up and put on his clothes: "What happened outside?"

The fifth-class doctor who was guarding outside the carriage looked ugly.

He whispered to explain the whole story.

Judging from this posture, it should be that someone in the convoy had a bad idea and wanted to take advantage of the refugee girl in private. The girl would force herself to do so, so she made a fuss. It was not uncommon to force a robbery of a common girl, but not many things happen under the eyes of men.

The man's face turned gloomy when he heard this.

Get off the carriage to check the situation.

When he passed by, the scene was already under control.

The old man and the ignorant boy surrounded the girl. The former held an unburned wood in his hand and tried to greet the madman. As he moved greatly, sparks splashed on the wood from time to time, and he shouted to give an explanation.

The culprit has been taken down.

The man strided over and the scene was immediately quiet.
To be continued...