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“Master!!!!”
"careful!!!"
"ah!!"
A few exclamations were heard, and before the words were finished, dust piled up and the brown bear was already in front of them.
The torch had already been spit out by it, and it moved quickly without any hesitation, standing up and rushing towards him with its bloody mouth wide open.
Wen Jingzhao's left eye was blurry and the pupil of his right eye was constricted, but he had no time to dodge.
In a split second, his left eyelid twitched violently, and a white shadow flashed before his eyes. Zhang Bo rushed towards the brown bear without hesitation, blocking the fatal blow from the bear's claws.
The brown bear's roar was deafening, tearing Zhang Bo's arm apart and throwing him to the ground again and again.
“Uncle Zhang!!”
“Old Zhang!!!”
Wen Jingzhao rushed forward and tried to snatch the person from the brown bear's clutches.
Zhang Bo spit out blood but shouted "Run!"
“Run!!!”
“Run!”
"Hurry... hurry... run!"
He struggled hard under the brown bear's huge paw, blood gushed out, forming a bright red mist, and the brown bear's sharp claws ruthlessly tore his body and muscles.
The sharp teeth finally bit into the blood vessels in his neck, and scarlet blood flowed out like a fountain, accompanied by painful struggle.
"Master!! Stay alive!!!!" He roared with his last bit of strength.
Young Master, you must live! You must live well!
Let me show you the beautiful scenery of this world, taste the delicious food of this world, see the prosperous mountains and rivers, and the peace and prosperity in the world.
I have no regrets in this life, no regrets...
The painful groans echoed in the night like a death song.
"Zhang Quan!!!" Wen Jingzhao was dragged away by Zhao Wu. His eyes were bloodshot, the wound on his face burst open, blood gushed out, and his vision was blurred.
The brown bear's eyes were full of ferocity. It was enjoying the final struggle of its prey. The primitive ferocity in its body was completely released. Zhang Bo's body was completely shattered by the bite and it slowly lowered its head.
Run! Run! Run!
The brown bear went berserk, and everyone fled at an even faster pace. Everyone's mind was on escape! Run like crazy!
Blood splattered everywhere, lives lost, and people fleeing frantically for their lives.
The heavy snow fluttered down, and the snowflakes were as light as goose feathers, slowly floating on people's faces and bodies, as if white butterflies were dancing, like a dream. It didn't understand why people were in a hurry and fell naively.
Zhang Quan was a very honest man. He handled all the affairs of the mansion diligently and in a proper and stable manner.
Many people call him Zhang Bo, so much so that everyone forgets that Zhang Bo's real name is Zhang Quan.
Because his father was the steward of the mansion, Wen Jingzhao was already in the general's mansion when he was born. To some extent, it could be considered that the son was following in his father's footsteps.
He seemed to have not changed much. He had been dressed the same way for more than ten years: simple clothes, neat and meticulous hair, and a resolute face. With the passage of time, he gradually became calm and persistent.
Because he was in charge of the servants in the mansion, he usually had a serious face, but He Yingchun felt that he was a kind and gentle person. Considering that she was young and homeless, he always took care of her on weekdays.
Every time I see him, he always greets me with a smile.
"Good morning, Yingchun."
"Go deliver food again, Yingchun."
Now, he is dead and not even his body is left.
He Yingchun didn't dare look back at the torn body and ran for her life. She was filled with hatred. She hated the injustice of the world, the imperial power's contempt for human life, and her own weakness and incompetence.
The wind blew her tears away, and they disappeared into the deep night.
No regrets, everything is over, sad and miserable, why the sorrow of separation?
…
I don't know how long we ran. Some people fell behind, some collapsed, and some were killed by the beasts. Finally, the brown bear's roar could no longer be heard. Everything was silent, and the only sound in the world seemed to be the crunching of snow underfoot.
He Yingchun only felt her lungs burning, and her steps became slower and slower.
One person stopped, two people stopped...
"I can't walk anymore." Zhao Wu looked around and took a deep breath.
Chen Xinrong followed behind, holding onto the boulder with one hand, panting heavily. "We've gone astray. This trail has never been taken before."
He Yingchun pulled Wen Jingzhao, and he carried Su He on his back, and he and Li Bin took turns carrying her.
Mom carried Xiaozhi on her back and followed closely behind. Her lips were pale and her face was blue. She was also very tired.
Several people stopped and looked around.
"Where is this?" Su He had a high fever. She looked up and then lowered her head.
He Yingchun picked up a tattered leather water bag from the ground. She patted it and found that there was no water inside. She hesitated for a moment and held it in her hand.
At this time, the sky gradually brightened. The path on the mountain was winding and the towering peaks on both sides were as straight as knives. It was covered with snow and it was quiet. From time to time, some small snowflakes and ice cubes would fall from above and roll playfully between the peaks.
"Suhe! Suhe! How are you?" Mom put down the twig and put her hand on Suhe's forehead, which was already burning hot.
Wen Jingzhao hurriedly put her down, and He Yingchun and her mother supported her on both sides.
Su He's face was as pale as paper, with beads of sweat oozing from her forehead. She was thin and kept shaking, as if all her former vitality had been drained away in an instant.
Her prison uniform was torn, and the tattered clothes were stained with blood and had several deep scratch marks on them.
"We have to treat the wound quickly." He Yingchun acted decisively and took her to a sheltered place with her mother. One of them took off her clothes while the other treated the wound.
The others turned their backs to shield themselves from the wind and the prying eyes.
Those who were exiled were not allowed to take anything, and there would be people checking, but the servants were not checked strictly, and several of them hid some things on their bodies. Su He hid a few packets of medicinal powder, some of which she had used to treat whip wounds, and some was left now.
Su He shook her head, "Don't apply medicine to me. I know my body well. It's useless."
She picked up the medicine bag with her weak strength, "You are also... injured, keep it... for..."
"How can it be useless? It's useful! It must be useful!" He Yingchun insisted on applying the medicine.
"What nonsense are you talking about! Just be good and you will get better after taking the medicine!" Mom echoed.
He Yingchun pulled open her clothes and gasped. The injury was too severe. The wound cut across her slender back, and blood seeped through the fine lines, like a bloody abstract painting.
Su He tried to stop her, but she was so weak that she couldn't even lift her arms, and her hands fell down helplessly.
He Yingchun sprinkled the powder on her wound.
Because of the pain, Su He frowned and her eyes revealed deep sorrow.
He Yingchun's fingertips felt weak, and she felt powerless and tired inside.
Su He licked her lips, her lips cracked.
water!
"Yes, water!" He Yingchun suddenly shouted, and as if remembering something, she picked up the water bag and moved the last few drops of spiritual spring water into the water bag.
"Su He, hurry up! Drink some water!" What if, what if it comes in handy?
The water bag was very broken, but fortunately it was usable and no one cared whether it was dirty or not.
Su He swallowed a mouthful of water with difficulty.
"How's it going? Are you feeling better?"
Mom half-hugged Su He and used her body to shield her from the wind.
"Much better." Su He nodded, her face still pale and her lips bloodless.
No, no effect, He Yingchun pinched the water bag in disappointment.
"Please help me call the young master over, I'm afraid..." Su He forced a smile. She didn't say what she was afraid of. Mum and He Yingchun looked at each other, and there was a bitter smell in the air.
He Yingchun called Wen Jingzhao and the others over, and they gathered around Su He. The sun was rising, and there was a faint warmth.
The wound on Wen Jingzhao's face had already scabbed over, but it still looked a little hideous. He lowered his head to look at Su He's face, pursed his lips, tensed his body, stretched out his hand, and then retracted it.
He Yingchun saw that his fingertips were trembling and his expression was wooden, as if he was about to collapse in the next second.
"Young Master, Madam asked me to take good care of you." Su He spoke, and just one sentence made Wen Jingzhao's back arch.
Su He closed her eyes and said with difficulty, "I'm sorry, I can't do it."
"We must live on, everyone." She whispered softly, as if it was her final goodbye.
Tears welled up in Su He's eyes, and a glint of light flashed in her eyes. "I miss you so much, Madam." "Madam..."
On the day of her coming of age, her wife touched her head in surprise and said, "Su He has grown taller, that's great."
It was great back then.
A big hand was now touching her head, just like the lady did before, gently and softly.
She closed her eyes, as if lost in memories, or as if listening to the wind in the distance.
She raised her eyes, as if waiting for something, at the distant sky. A hint of regret flashed across her eyes. She raised the corners of her mouth slightly and slowly lowered her head.
"Sister Suhe..." Xiaozhi sobbed softly.
Mom wiped her tears.
"Sister Su He, why did Sister Su He die..."
"Su He... Uncle Zhang..." After two close people died one after another, Xiaozhi could no longer restrain herself and burst into tears.
That was Su He. When she came here, I fed her the first mouthful of porridge and said with a smile that she looked like a quail. Sister Su He, who was always gentle and smiling, is dead.
He Yingchun's nose felt sore and tears gushed out of her eyes. The hot tears washed over the skin on her cheeks. All her fear, anger and sadness seemed to be vented through these surging tears.
Everyone cried except Wen Jingzhao.
In the flying snowflakes, he stood motionless, touching Su He's head with one hand, his eyes empty, full of melancholy and gloom.
Just like that, he knelt blankly in the snow, wearing a thin prison uniform, hunched over, and burdened with heavy sorrow.
They were enveloped in an atmosphere of pain, depression, and sadness.
There was a long silence.
suddenly,
He suddenly looked up and looked towards the horizon.
Everyone looked over at the same time.
It seemed like after waiting for a very long time, a flash of golden light appeared on the horizon, adding a bit of warmth to the cold white valley.
The sun slowly broke through the horizon, and the sky was a light pink and orange hue, like a light orange glow rendered on the broad blue screen.
Finally, the sun's light shines on the earth, covering everything in warm golden light.
And one of them happened to fall on Su He's face.
He Yingchun was mesmerized by the beautiful glow. She stayed there for two seconds, then reached out and touched the warm light. She looked at Su He, who was lying there quietly, as if asleep.
But I can no longer open my eyes to see the first ray of warm sunshine in the morning.
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