Qing'er said flatteringly: Actually, the young master is very good at speaking. Who did you learn Ah from?
Wuyue glared at her and said in a depressed manner: Does it have anything to do with you?
However, no matter what, there is one thing she asked right. If she doesn’t understand where she is at this moment, how can he choose the way forward?
So he slowly looked up at the surrounding scene. The topographic map that he had seen countless times in Qiu Shuixuan's study. He knew that the opposite bank of the river was the Yehe tribe. He and Qing'er only had to pass through the Yehe tribe's territory and walk about three or four hundred miles northeast. During this time, they crossed the Yidun River and arrived at the Songhua River Basin. It should be the Ula tribe located in the south of the Murong Territory.
As long as he plucks up his last breath and escapes there, he and Qing'er will be safe!
However, he seemed unable to suck the breath anymore. He seemed to have only half of the blood left on his body. He was hungry and climbed from the grass to the riverside for a short distance of five or six feet, as if he had climbed the highest mountain in China and swam past the widest and surging torrent, as if he had exhausted all his strength.
Turning around to look at Qing'er, the dark little face was covered with blood, it seemed that there was only air that came out but not air that came in. It was difficult to turn over, and it seemed that it could not be expected.
As for this, although he has always regarded this little charcoal head as a burden, he has to admit that she is much better than himself in survival in the wild. If she hadn't always found some wild flowers and fruits to satisfy her hunger, he would have starved to death!
They were lying by the river and could hardly move, let alone climbing onto the horse's back. Now, there seemed to be no other way except waiting for death. He could only pray in his heart, unless something miracle happened...
As the saying goes, there is no way. Not long after the idea of a miracle in his mind, a fat light gray hare rushed over from nowhere and hit his head with a bang!
He was dizzy again after being hit and almost fainted. Qing'er's eyes showed concern, but she didn't even have the strength to raise her hand to rub the big bag on his head.
He endured the dizziness and forced his eyes to open his eyes. It was natural that the rabbit could only die. However, the real cause of death was a feather arrow inserted into it.
His eyes lit up, and he didn't know where he got the strength. He grabbed the hare with both hands and leaned towards his mouth, bit off a piece of rabbit hair in a few bites, and ate it twice, handed it to Qing'er, she swallowed her mouth and saliva and pushed it back to him.
He grabbed the rabbit's hind legs and pulled it hard. He seemed to have strength when he was very excited. He tore the hare in half and threw half to Qing'er. He stopped pushing it and swallowed the other half first. He didn't have time to spit out the smaller bones, so he just purred and swallowed them whole!
Because he was too hungry, he was very devoted to chewing. He rode his horse to him and Qing'er, but he didn't pay attention to it.
The man looked at the two ragged savages on the ground in a daze, but saw that the big one was covered with wounds, and the strips of wounds wrapped around many places had loosened, revealing blood-red wounds like earthworms. The wounds were covered with sticky red mucus, and they were still overflowing from the wounds. I don’t know if it was blood or pus.
His face was even red and black, filthy, and his face was indistinguishable. The corners of his mouth and cheeks were blood red. He was still swallowing minced meat and blood in big mouthfuls, and he looked like a man-eating demon!
Not to mention that little one, it is not much better than the little monkey crawling out of the garbage dump
A cold woman said something in her voice, which sounded a bit like Duoyanbu's verbal language, but it didn't look like it, but Wuyue couldn't understand it.
He was shocked and subconsciously thought that the owner of the hare must have come. He hurriedly signaled Qing'er to swallow the half of the hare, then looked up and stared blankly at the person above. It was a woman, a very beautiful woman, wearing a white robe and a dark purple mink hat. However, he didn't care to look at it carefully, and felt very ashamed. Although he couldn't understand what she was saying, he could vaguely guess that the hare should have belonged to her.
He could only shake his head in a daze
The beautiful man frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and asked again: Hello! Who are you? Why are you so unreasonable and robbed the prey I called?
This time she was talking about Zhongyuan words, and Wuyue understood it, but she didn't know what to say for a moment. No matter how you say something, it wouldn't stand it.
The beauty said impatiently: Why are you stupid? You are talking!
The heads emerged one by one above. After a while, there was a circle of people around them, and they looked at him and love up and down curiously as if they were admiring rare animals.
Whenever he appears in public, he will inevitably bear similar gazes, but the meaning of this time is completely different from usual, is it a mockery?
Disdain, or pity?
Since he didn't say anything before, he just pretended to be mute. Let's see where these people came from first.
He and Qing'er were thrown into the haystack by two burly men like they were thrown into the haystack. Under the haystack was a ragged ox cart. I don't know if it was used by the herdsmen to pull cow dung and horse manure or something. It was stinking, but for him, lying on the soft haystack was the best treatment he had enjoyed in this period of time
Seeing this group of hunters walking along the river for a while, they came to a relatively narrow section of the river, crossing the river by a simple wooden bridge.
He was delighted because this was exactly where he wanted to go
He went on and on. Along the way, he fell asleep and woke up. Of course, strictly speaking, he was dizzy, but he felt that the scenery in front of him gradually changed. The coniferous forests and the swamps slowly retreated from beside him, no longer like a vast prairie.
Gradually, a gray battlements and a watchtower came into view. The architectural style was rough and simple, which was very different from the construction pattern of the Central Plains city tower.
Gradually, under the gray eaves of the watchtower, two rows of arrow targets were found on the wall, and black-black arrow holes were distributed horizontally.
Under the arrow hole is a large plaque with black edges and blue bottoms, with a row of large black characters written on it, under the plaque is a round arched city gate, and there are about a dozen warriors hanging on the waist on both sides of the city gate.
According to the geographical location here, Wuyue conjecture, this castle should belong to the Jurchen Yehe tribe.
It is inconvenient to learn some of the burly Chinese around him, and it is not convenient to ask for something. He really regrets that he should have learned some Jurchen from Sister Beifeng, or he shouldn't have been embarrassed to chat with that beautiful woman because of shame, but now it's too late to regret it. He has never seen that woman again along the way.
After entering the castle, the group rode their horses straight to the west of the city and came to the gate of a mansion. The gatehouse was in the center of the gatehouse, with a wooden lattice window on both sides. The sides of the gatehouse were about four meters apart, and each had an ear room with a 8-shaped steep top-shaped side profile.
After entering the gate, there is a spacious yard with garages and stables on both sides. A row of trees are planted against the wall.
After entering the second courtyard, there is a larger main room with a side room on both sides of the east and west.
The coachman drove the ox cart to the side room on the west side, stopped in front of a door, rudely pulled him and Qing'er out of the car, dragged it into the house and threw it onto a pile of weeds, then locked the door and went to the long distance.
I probably knew that the two were no longer able to move and did not tie them up
Wuyue didn't know how these people planned to deal with him and Qing'er, so she had to go with the situation. As the current situation seemed to have become prisoners, at least she didn't treat him and Qing'er as guests, but no matter what, she wouldn't have killed us for a hare, right?
He turned around and looked around. Like on the ox cart, it was also smelly. It turned out to be a wood house. There were neatly placed teapots in the south, and the length of logs about a foot long. In the east, he was piled up with piles of hay materials against the wall, and there were also many scattered on the ground. They were now lying on it.
The forage that has been stored for a little longer has begun to ferment, no wonder the house smells so bad
Qing'er snuggled beside him, her little body curled up like a little cat, and she ate so much hare meat when she was extremely hungry. At the moment, she just wanted to doze. The smell in the room seemed to have no effect on her.
Wuyue also felt heavy eyelids and took a nap in a daze. The light in the room gradually became darker, and the vision was unclear. I don’t know how long it had passed. It was probably time to hold the lights?
The door was pushed open with a creaking sound, and a man in a gray robe walked in, just as the horse light was lit in his hand. It was obvious that he was a 15 or 16-year-old boy who threw something over.
Wuyue looked at it in a concentrated manner. It was two animal legs, either pigs or cows. There were some bloody minced meat on it, which was not cooked.
He felt depressed. Do these people really treat me and Qing'er as gorillas that eat raw meat and drink blood?
Seeing that the young man in gray robe turned around and was about to leave, he couldn't help but shout: Hello~ This brother...
The boy suddenly turned around, with a look of extreme surprise on his face, and Qiqiai Aiai said: Are you human? And, are you from the Central Plains?
Wuyue was ecstatic. He could understand this because the boy was speaking the Central Plains words!
Since he was out of the world, he never realized that communicating with others was so troublesome. He never thought that he would meet his compatriots here and said hurriedly: It's Ah! Of course we are humans, from Central China! Are you, are you from Central China?
The boy seemed a little excited, turned around and put the lantern on the ground, and smiled and said: It's Ah... Are you and this child caught by them? They said they were two savages, one big and one small, and they were so scared that I didn't dare to get close to you. People met old friends in a foreign land, and they always felt a little intimate.
Wuyue sighed: Alas! We were so hungry, we swallowed a hare they shot, so we... Well, brother, can we give us some cooked meal? If it were not necessary, who would have eaten raw? My surname is Xiao...
Speaking of which, eating raw meat is no big deal, not as fishy as others described. At that time, he was eager to fill his stomach. What does raw rabbit meat taste like? It seems that it has no impression.
It turned out to be Mr. Xiao, our fellow villagers, please call me Xiao Fang, I will get it for you now. After saying that, I picked up the two raw bones on the ground, and after going out, I threw them to the big yellow dog in the yard that had barked at Wuyue and Qing'er.
Wuyue glared at her and said in a depressed manner: Does it have anything to do with you?
However, no matter what, there is one thing she asked right. If she doesn’t understand where she is at this moment, how can he choose the way forward?
So he slowly looked up at the surrounding scene. The topographic map that he had seen countless times in Qiu Shuixuan's study. He knew that the opposite bank of the river was the Yehe tribe. He and Qing'er only had to pass through the Yehe tribe's territory and walk about three or four hundred miles northeast. During this time, they crossed the Yidun River and arrived at the Songhua River Basin. It should be the Ula tribe located in the south of the Murong Territory.
As long as he plucks up his last breath and escapes there, he and Qing'er will be safe!
However, he seemed unable to suck the breath anymore. He seemed to have only half of the blood left on his body. He was hungry and climbed from the grass to the riverside for a short distance of five or six feet, as if he had climbed the highest mountain in China and swam past the widest and surging torrent, as if he had exhausted all his strength.
Turning around to look at Qing'er, the dark little face was covered with blood, it seemed that there was only air that came out but not air that came in. It was difficult to turn over, and it seemed that it could not be expected.
As for this, although he has always regarded this little charcoal head as a burden, he has to admit that she is much better than himself in survival in the wild. If she hadn't always found some wild flowers and fruits to satisfy her hunger, he would have starved to death!
They were lying by the river and could hardly move, let alone climbing onto the horse's back. Now, there seemed to be no other way except waiting for death. He could only pray in his heart, unless something miracle happened...
As the saying goes, there is no way. Not long after the idea of a miracle in his mind, a fat light gray hare rushed over from nowhere and hit his head with a bang!
He was dizzy again after being hit and almost fainted. Qing'er's eyes showed concern, but she didn't even have the strength to raise her hand to rub the big bag on his head.
He endured the dizziness and forced his eyes to open his eyes. It was natural that the rabbit could only die. However, the real cause of death was a feather arrow inserted into it.
His eyes lit up, and he didn't know where he got the strength. He grabbed the hare with both hands and leaned towards his mouth, bit off a piece of rabbit hair in a few bites, and ate it twice, handed it to Qing'er, she swallowed her mouth and saliva and pushed it back to him.
He grabbed the rabbit's hind legs and pulled it hard. He seemed to have strength when he was very excited. He tore the hare in half and threw half to Qing'er. He stopped pushing it and swallowed the other half first. He didn't have time to spit out the smaller bones, so he just purred and swallowed them whole!
Because he was too hungry, he was very devoted to chewing. He rode his horse to him and Qing'er, but he didn't pay attention to it.
The man looked at the two ragged savages on the ground in a daze, but saw that the big one was covered with wounds, and the strips of wounds wrapped around many places had loosened, revealing blood-red wounds like earthworms. The wounds were covered with sticky red mucus, and they were still overflowing from the wounds. I don’t know if it was blood or pus.
His face was even red and black, filthy, and his face was indistinguishable. The corners of his mouth and cheeks were blood red. He was still swallowing minced meat and blood in big mouthfuls, and he looked like a man-eating demon!
Not to mention that little one, it is not much better than the little monkey crawling out of the garbage dump
A cold woman said something in her voice, which sounded a bit like Duoyanbu's verbal language, but it didn't look like it, but Wuyue couldn't understand it.
He was shocked and subconsciously thought that the owner of the hare must have come. He hurriedly signaled Qing'er to swallow the half of the hare, then looked up and stared blankly at the person above. It was a woman, a very beautiful woman, wearing a white robe and a dark purple mink hat. However, he didn't care to look at it carefully, and felt very ashamed. Although he couldn't understand what she was saying, he could vaguely guess that the hare should have belonged to her.
He could only shake his head in a daze
The beautiful man frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and asked again: Hello! Who are you? Why are you so unreasonable and robbed the prey I called?
This time she was talking about Zhongyuan words, and Wuyue understood it, but she didn't know what to say for a moment. No matter how you say something, it wouldn't stand it.
The beauty said impatiently: Why are you stupid? You are talking!
The heads emerged one by one above. After a while, there was a circle of people around them, and they looked at him and love up and down curiously as if they were admiring rare animals.
Whenever he appears in public, he will inevitably bear similar gazes, but the meaning of this time is completely different from usual, is it a mockery?
Disdain, or pity?
Since he didn't say anything before, he just pretended to be mute. Let's see where these people came from first.
He and Qing'er were thrown into the haystack by two burly men like they were thrown into the haystack. Under the haystack was a ragged ox cart. I don't know if it was used by the herdsmen to pull cow dung and horse manure or something. It was stinking, but for him, lying on the soft haystack was the best treatment he had enjoyed in this period of time
Seeing this group of hunters walking along the river for a while, they came to a relatively narrow section of the river, crossing the river by a simple wooden bridge.
He was delighted because this was exactly where he wanted to go
He went on and on. Along the way, he fell asleep and woke up. Of course, strictly speaking, he was dizzy, but he felt that the scenery in front of him gradually changed. The coniferous forests and the swamps slowly retreated from beside him, no longer like a vast prairie.
Gradually, a gray battlements and a watchtower came into view. The architectural style was rough and simple, which was very different from the construction pattern of the Central Plains city tower.
Gradually, under the gray eaves of the watchtower, two rows of arrow targets were found on the wall, and black-black arrow holes were distributed horizontally.
Under the arrow hole is a large plaque with black edges and blue bottoms, with a row of large black characters written on it, under the plaque is a round arched city gate, and there are about a dozen warriors hanging on the waist on both sides of the city gate.
According to the geographical location here, Wuyue conjecture, this castle should belong to the Jurchen Yehe tribe.
It is inconvenient to learn some of the burly Chinese around him, and it is not convenient to ask for something. He really regrets that he should have learned some Jurchen from Sister Beifeng, or he shouldn't have been embarrassed to chat with that beautiful woman because of shame, but now it's too late to regret it. He has never seen that woman again along the way.
After entering the castle, the group rode their horses straight to the west of the city and came to the gate of a mansion. The gatehouse was in the center of the gatehouse, with a wooden lattice window on both sides. The sides of the gatehouse were about four meters apart, and each had an ear room with a 8-shaped steep top-shaped side profile.
After entering the gate, there is a spacious yard with garages and stables on both sides. A row of trees are planted against the wall.
After entering the second courtyard, there is a larger main room with a side room on both sides of the east and west.
The coachman drove the ox cart to the side room on the west side, stopped in front of a door, rudely pulled him and Qing'er out of the car, dragged it into the house and threw it onto a pile of weeds, then locked the door and went to the long distance.
I probably knew that the two were no longer able to move and did not tie them up
Wuyue didn't know how these people planned to deal with him and Qing'er, so she had to go with the situation. As the current situation seemed to have become prisoners, at least she didn't treat him and Qing'er as guests, but no matter what, she wouldn't have killed us for a hare, right?
He turned around and looked around. Like on the ox cart, it was also smelly. It turned out to be a wood house. There were neatly placed teapots in the south, and the length of logs about a foot long. In the east, he was piled up with piles of hay materials against the wall, and there were also many scattered on the ground. They were now lying on it.
The forage that has been stored for a little longer has begun to ferment, no wonder the house smells so bad
Qing'er snuggled beside him, her little body curled up like a little cat, and she ate so much hare meat when she was extremely hungry. At the moment, she just wanted to doze. The smell in the room seemed to have no effect on her.
Wuyue also felt heavy eyelids and took a nap in a daze. The light in the room gradually became darker, and the vision was unclear. I don’t know how long it had passed. It was probably time to hold the lights?
The door was pushed open with a creaking sound, and a man in a gray robe walked in, just as the horse light was lit in his hand. It was obvious that he was a 15 or 16-year-old boy who threw something over.
Wuyue looked at it in a concentrated manner. It was two animal legs, either pigs or cows. There were some bloody minced meat on it, which was not cooked.
He felt depressed. Do these people really treat me and Qing'er as gorillas that eat raw meat and drink blood?
Seeing that the young man in gray robe turned around and was about to leave, he couldn't help but shout: Hello~ This brother...
The boy suddenly turned around, with a look of extreme surprise on his face, and Qiqiai Aiai said: Are you human? And, are you from the Central Plains?
Wuyue was ecstatic. He could understand this because the boy was speaking the Central Plains words!
Since he was out of the world, he never realized that communicating with others was so troublesome. He never thought that he would meet his compatriots here and said hurriedly: It's Ah! Of course we are humans, from Central China! Are you, are you from Central China?
The boy seemed a little excited, turned around and put the lantern on the ground, and smiled and said: It's Ah... Are you and this child caught by them? They said they were two savages, one big and one small, and they were so scared that I didn't dare to get close to you. People met old friends in a foreign land, and they always felt a little intimate.
Wuyue sighed: Alas! We were so hungry, we swallowed a hare they shot, so we... Well, brother, can we give us some cooked meal? If it were not necessary, who would have eaten raw? My surname is Xiao...
Speaking of which, eating raw meat is no big deal, not as fishy as others described. At that time, he was eager to fill his stomach. What does raw rabbit meat taste like? It seems that it has no impression.
It turned out to be Mr. Xiao, our fellow villagers, please call me Xiao Fang, I will get it for you now. After saying that, I picked up the two raw bones on the ground, and after going out, I threw them to the big yellow dog in the yard that had barked at Wuyue and Qing'er.
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