Chapter 482 Northern Territory (6)

It's really green.

Like a fluorescent stone floating in the air.

It's a wolf!

So many.

Shen Jingshu moved slowly, her heartbeat slowed down, and she was unusually calm.

Perhaps knowing they were doomed to die today, they no longer cared.

But dying sooner or later makes a difference; what if someone comes to rescue you?

Just like when she was still the eldest daughter of the Shen family, she calmly lit the wild grass around her.

"Jing Shu, I'm so sorry." Wen Qingyu was filled with remorse.

Why did she choose to visit Jing Shu and Qing Yao today of all days?

They needlessly lost their lives.

"Qingyu, do you still remember our first day at the girls' school? I was so happy that day."

She has made many friends and no longer has to strictly follow the rules, even when eating, as she did at home.

She loves school.

Later, some friends drifted apart, while new friends were made.

She understood somewhat.

The distant friend is someone with whom the father is at odds at home, while the new friend is someone with whom the father is on good terms.

The friends she thought she had weren't friends, and the clean school she thought she had wasn't a haven for temporary relaxation.

If you do anything even slightly out of line, the whole capital will know.

"I'm so glad I've left the capital. I'm so glad to hear what you told me. I may never have the chance again in this life, but if there is a next life, I hope to be a skilled female accountant."

As you can see, I'm really fast at arithmetic.

I've sorted out all those outstanding issues regarding the horses that you couldn't figure out.

“Yes, you are much better than me,” Wen Qingyu said, her voice choked with emotion.

"I was not resigned to it either. I had just begun to do something for the people of the North. On the first day, when I took people to see suitable fields and distributed cotton seeds to the farmers, their eyes seemed to already see warm cotton clothes, so bright."

The people of the North don't have to live such a miserable life. I've written a whole book of plans; I'm not willing to die like this.

The fire beneath their feet slowly spread outwards. They were by the river, unaffected. The wolves, out of fear, did not move, yet were reluctant to leave, emitting restless howls.

Qingyao naturally knew about their current situation.

She carried with her the sleeping potion, various poisons, and hidden arrows that Qiaoxiu had prepared for her, but unfortunately, she temporarily removed the hidden arrows while changing clothes at the General's Mansion.

She was fearless all the way from the capital to the northern border, outwitting several wicked villains and growing bolder with each step.

Who would have thought we'd encounter a pack of wolves here?

Sigh, if she had known she would die so young, she should have listened to Qiaoxiu and slept with Molang.

"Damn it, the wolves are trying to swim across the river and circle around behind us. We can't just sit here and wait to die." Wen Qingyu looked around.

Pointing to a large locust tree nearby, he asked:

Can you climb trees?

That's a pointless question. Would a princess or a noblewoman possibly crawl?

Qingyao was filled with regret: If she had known that Qiaoxiu was teaching her how to climb trees, she wouldn't have run away!

"Fortunately, I know how; my husband taught me," Wen Qingyu said thankfully.

“You step on my shoulders to get up, and I’ll be the last one to climb up. If I can hold on until my husband comes, we’ll be saved.”

"But you're pregnant," they both said at the same time.

"Is the death of all three people more important than the death of a fetus? Besides, my pregnancy is very stable, nothing will happen."

Stop arguing! Hurry up!

Wen Qingyu hugged the tree trunk, spread her legs, and gestured for them to quickly step on her to climb up.

Shen Jingshu didn't dare to delay any longer and helped Qingyao up first.

Finally, the two of them climbed up the shortest, thickest trunk. From there, they just had to keep climbing.

Shen Jingshu pulled Qingyao up a little further, then turned around to pull Wen Qingyu up as well.

But then Wen Qingyu left the base of the tree and ran to the burning dry grass.

"Qingyu! What are you doing! Come here right now!"

Wen Qingyu turned around and smiled at her, her expression quite playful, as if she had returned to the time when they were still in girls' school.

"Actually, I can't climb trees."

Shen Jingshu cried out in panic, "Qingyu! I'll pull you up! I'll pull you up!"

Wen Qingyu took off her outer garment and began to beat the burning dry grass.

“Chen Jingshu, do the things I can’t do for me from now on.”

"You don't know, the autumn fire is fierce and can spread like wildfire. If this fire is not extinguished, the entire mountain forest will be destroyed."

Countless people will die or be injured, there will be no animals to hunt, no firewood to burn, no charcoal to smelt iron, and the people will be destitute…

A wolf had already come up behind her.

Qingyao and Shen Jingshu burst into tears.

"Mo Lang—Mo Lang—come quickly—"

Wen Qingyu, holding a burning stick, confronted the ferocious wolf.

The hungry wolf bared its teeth, revealing bloody gums that resembled rusty iron. One could imagine that if it bit a person, it could tear off a piece of flesh instantly.

Wen Qingyu's body stiffened, and she began to tremble involuntarily, her lower abdomen cramping in waves.

"My husband, Gu Chengye, save me—"

When faced with all of this, she still screamed in terror.

The hungry wolf gathered strength in all four legs and leaped into the air.

"Qingyu—"

"elder sister--"

"Whoosh—"

A long knife pierced through the wolf's chest and embedded itself in the tree behind it.

The horrific scene of having one's neck bitten off, which I had imagined, did not occur.

Wen Qingyu stopped waving the fire stick and squatted down on the ground.

With teary eyes, she cried out, "My husband!"

A dark figure rushed out from the dark forest.

"Madam Wen, the general will be here shortly. Please forgive me."

Mo Lang scooped up Wen Qingyu in his arms, ran to the big tree, and lifted her up into the tree.

Amidst the intertwined branches, Qingyao's frightened, tearful eyes were revealed.

Mo Lang thought that his master had probably misdescribed him.

The thrill of a heartbeat isn't a sudden, suffocating frenzy; it's a heart-wrenching pain, a pain that feels like something sharp is about to pierce your chest, yet you can't scream out in pain.

"Princess, don't be afraid. Stay safely in the tree, it will be over soon."

He thought it was dark in the woods and she couldn't see him.

So he suppressed the violent urge to scream and said something very softly.

Qingyao's anxious eyes stopped moving around.

At this moment, Shen Jingshu's eyes were fixed on another figure fighting with the wolf pack.

That gesture of drawing the knife was all too familiar.

Actually, when Qingyao called out to Mo Lang just now, the image of a man also flashed through her mind.

But I also know that's impossible.

Even if he were still alive, there would be no affection between them. It was just a temporary encounter between two pitiful people who were helpless against the whims of fate.

But seeing him now, she still pouted and cried silently.

It's so good that he's still alive.

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