Chapter 8: The wind blows the grass low and you see the roasted lamb No.49 Heading North
I must have been really exhausted after being kidnapped, injured, tortured, and hung on a cliff these past few days. I slept until dinner time the next day.
When I woke up, there was no one in the room. It was just getting dark, and the waiter hadn't come to light the lamp yet. The room was dark and nostalgic. I sat on the bed for a while, and suddenly felt that the surroundings were deserted and sad... The damn white-haired guy said he liked me but threw me away so quickly! I complained for a long time and suddenly realized, why didn't I think of running away?
There were two light knocks outside the window. I turned my head and saw a young man in a green gauze dress kneeling at the window. He respectfully presented a brocade box with both hands and said, "My master Luo asked me to send this to Miss Minmin. Please accept it."
Luo Cheng gave it? Or Luo Chuan? The scene on the cliff last night suddenly came to my mind. I... seemed to have said something very excessive at that time... I climbed out of bed and walked barefoot to the window. I hesitantly reached out to take the brocade box and asked in a low voice: "Is your master okay?"
The young man bowed without even looking up and disappeared through the window, which embarrassed me. I pouted and opened the brocade box. Two beads, one black and one yellow, lay quietly on the red velvet. There were faint cracks like gold threads on the black bead, and the cracks on the light gold bead were black, a bit like a modern hair crystal, but with the change of angle, there was still light lingering on the pigeon egg-sized bead, which was very beautiful. The sky and the earth are dark yellow, and the universe is vast and ancient. In ancient times, people believed that the sky was black and the earth was yellow. I thought, could this be the legendary Hun Tianzhu? What about the other one?
I glanced to the side and saw a letter under the velvet. On the corner of the letter was a word "Cheng" written in a clear and elegant manner. I suddenly felt a tightness in my chest and a shortness of breath. I looked at the letter again and found that there was no farewell content, only a small poem, Ouyang Xiu's Langtaosha, which I wrote to Luo Cheng back then. I didn't expect that he still kept it... Now when I read the last sentence again, I only feel piercing sadness! Looking at the sunset outside the window, the reflection on the beads formed a melancholy and slightly cruel halo... Thinking of Luo Cheng's ink-like eyes looking at me in the rain, I felt mixed emotions and was very sad.
I was standing there sighing when the window in front of me suddenly disappeared! Baimao, dressed in black, stood in front of me like a god... Why do people prefer to go through windows instead of doors?
"What are you doing? Aren't your bare feet cold?" Baimao asked in a reprimanding manner while taking off his mask.
The first time I stood up straight and observed him face to face, I found that I could only reach his chest! He must be over 1.85 meters tall, right? Northern men are really taller! My eyes gradually moved up, crawling over his beautiful streamlined shoulders and neck. Well, although he is a minority, he doesn't wear a bunch of strange jingling jewelry. Speaking of which, this guy's appearance has always been simple. Maybe he looks gorgeous enough? He always wears black clothes like Guo'er, but Guo'er, who has fair skin, feels like a stream of light in the dark night when wearing black clothes without any patterns, while his black clothes always have a flamboyant totem-like pattern, which sets off his honey-colored skin and short silver hair. He is very wild and arrogant! It is a perfect match with his pair of golden eyes that would definitely be alternative and ask for a beating in modern times!
I was immersed in the appreciation of artistic aesthetics. Not only did he not get a response for a long time, but he also became impatient with me scanning him up and down like a searchlight. He put his hands under my arms and lifted me up, shook me off a few times like a towel, put me in his arms and sat down on the chair. He wrapped his two warm hands around my cold feet, said only "We'll leave for the north tonight", and then leaned tiredly on my neck and began to doze off.
Baimao didn't ask me what was going on with the brocade box in my hand, nor did he tell me where he was doing, but the way he dozed off lightly while leaning against me made me feel a sense of trust, so I simply didn't ask him where the strong smell of blood came from on his body. I just raised my hand slightly to help him wipe off a small stain of blood that accidentally splashed behind his ear, and then I leaned obediently in his arms and began to daydream.
The room was dim, and my feet were kept warm by him. Influenced by him, I also fell asleep, but this time, I no longer felt the surroundings were cold and sad.
I never knew my exact location, I just knew that I was definitely not in Xitai City. However, that night, the big fox's martial law order arrived. Even my portrait was posted on the city wall, but there was no Baimao's. I don't know if it was because everyone who had seen his appearance was dead or because it was a political relationship with the royal family of a neighboring country. But then again, the level of realism of ancient painters is really... I can't praise it... When I pounced on the distorted face on the paper, Baimao pulled me back with all his strength, stuffed me into a sack, and carried me out of the city wall... (Baimao, your transportation method is really...-_- )
I don't know if it was because Xiao Tao's words "staying by the Fourth Prince's side was voluntary, Minmin, don't be controlled by it" gave me peace of mind (I will explain it in the extra chapter~), instead of obediently returning to the fox to end the trouble, I was more addicted to the hunter game of running and escaping with Baimao. If the Fourth Prince is a shrewd hunter, then Baimao must be the top prey, because he is a natural hunter in the wild and familiar with all the tricks of hunters!
Rest with the wind, walk against the wind, the moon moistens and the wind, the ground moistens and the rain, make a feint to the east and attack in the west, escape from the shell... Twenty years of reform and opening up! Twenty years of gentle rain! Twenty years of a makeover! Twenty years of a complete transformation! There was an old man who drew a circle in the South China Sea of China~~~~Bah, I'm getting off topic... In short, after so many days of pursuit and anti-pursuit games, I went from being stuffed into a sack by the white-haired man to now being able to climb trees and climb houses like a flower thief (what kind of metaphor is this-_-); from having weak legs when seeing the officials at the beginning to now being able to kill gods and Buddhas and kill all living things alive; from pulling grass roots and pulling mushrooms when sleeping in the wild at the beginning to having meat every meal and hitting whatever I point at... Under the white-haired man's hands-on training, I finally became more and more shameless and less and less of a thing ... Ah, what I mean is that I have more and more rich experience in guerrilla warfare and practical operability in wild survival, in short, I have more and more technical content...
Now I gradually understand that the reason why Baimao was able to follow me for so long to Tianshan Mountain and Longtan was not entirely because of his high martial arts skills, but because following him is a technical job that is proportional to the experience points! I am naturally hungry for this new knowledge, and Baimao himself is immersed in this "Minmin cultivation game" and can't extricate himself...
Speaking of Baimao, although he is powerful, he also has many bad habits! I don't know if he can't change his appearance or if he is disdainful, but he maintains his conspicuous foreign appearance without wavering, so we have to hide during the day and go out at night. After a long time, I feel that I am almost a nocturnal animal. As for Baimao, his eyes often glow green (there are other reasons for that).
The best way to hide a leaf is to throw it into the forest, so Baimao and I would go wherever there were good and bad people. Inns are easily subject to inspection, so we stayed in brothels more often. In our situation, we naturally could not ask for company even if we stayed in a brothel, but visiting a brothel just to find a bed to sleep in was really suspicious. So every time this happened, the evil Baimao would shake out a set of fancy clothes that he had carefully selected and prepared for a long time, and armed me from head to toe to the teeth, and then swaggered into the brothel with his arms around me and legitimately booked a room to stay. This behavior is called "opening a room" in modern times. Every time this happened, Baimao would stare at me, who was dressed up fancy, with green eyes for a while... So I said long ago that staying out at night is not good for your health!
In fact, I also staged a small-scale uprising because of riding together and sleeping in the same bed. Unfortunately, the former was rejected by Baimao on the grounds that "no horse can catch up with Ye Dao's pace", and the latter was simply suppressed by him violently...
Ever since he came back covered in blood on the day he set out, Baimao would ask me two questions every night before going to bed.
The first one was: Do you feel uncomfortable? Usually I shook my head blankly and then breathed a sigh of relief. Even so, every time I passed a big town, Baimao would still catch a doctor-like person to check my pulse to make sure I was fine... What was this about? Pre-marital health check-up?
The next one is: Do you want to do some exercise before going to bed? Then his eyes glowed green. I usually teach him some weight loss yoga or fat burning aerobics for free, but he not only doesn't appreciate it, but also always learns listlessly . He says he is tired and pushes me to bed with a depressed look. If you don't have enough physical strength, just tell the truth. Why pretend to be a hero and do exercise before going to bed?
After walking for more than ten days, we gradually left the area of influence of the big fox. When the big fox's tentacles could not reach us, Baimao and I felt much more relaxed. In the past, we were very nervous and had to hide here and there every day, but now we are gradually replaced by traveling and sightseeing. A while ago, Baimao wanted to teach me acupuncture to kill time, but I rejected the two bloody examples of Qinglian and Jinzi (Qinglian and Jinzi: We are in love with each other, okay?). I don't know if it's because he is too bored or because he suddenly resumed a healthy schedule. Baimao's eyes are glowing green more and more. Finally, when we were camping in the mountains, we attracted a group of the same kind - wolves with green eyes.
