A small county town in southern Xinjiang.
The gloomy sky looked like moldy cotton wool, and the strong wind blew fine snow down. The temperature between the mountains and forests was so low that water would freeze into ice. In such weather, even the most experienced herbalists did not dare to go up the mountain.
But at this moment, there was a figure moving through the dense forest like a fish in water.
A piece of red vine entangled in the tree was cut off, and the dripping juice was collected in a bamboo tube.
"It's been unusually cold this year, and many places are preparing for sacrifices again."
Huang Donglai raised his head and drank some vine juice, then looked at the gray sky and exhaled a breath of foul air.
He is the only 'virgin boy and girl' who survived the sacrifice in Wangshan City.
His steady and vigilant temperament was not innate.
When he was a child, his father died early, and he and his mother lived as an orphan and a widow in Wangshan City. There was no man in the family, and his mother was unwilling to remarry, so the family’s land was taken away by the mayor.
Fortunately, this place is poor and mountainous, and there are many wastelands in other people's fields that men are unwilling to cultivate.
My mother went to cultivate the corners of other people's land. Sometimes she was lucky and would take it back after the harvest. Other times, the land was leveled but the original owner took it away before the seeds could be sown.
My mother never argues with anyone, she just quietly goes looking for new wasteland.
Over and over again.
Huang Donglai is twelve years old. He has long been an expert at collecting herbs in the mountains. Even monkeys are not as agile as him. He also learned from his mother how to survive in the cracks.
In this way, the orphan and widow survived miraculously.
He had thought that life would continue like this forever.
But that day, the mayor came to his house with a group of people, and he was very scared because his mother had just planted sweet potatoes and promised to make roasted sweet potatoes for him.
Unexpectedly, the villagers who had come to the door more or less for land purposes did not act ferociously this time.
They all had smiling faces and brought venison, new clothes, and even malt sugar, which was only available in big cities.
But my mother's face is as white as snow.
He ate the candy in the evening and felt that the other children in the village were all bragging and the candy was not sweet at all.
The next morning, his mother dressed him up beautifully with new clothes and new shoes that he had never worn before.
Under the gaze of other mayors and priests, his mother held his hand tightly, until it hurt, and told him to be obedient.
Huang Donglai was very frightened, as he had always been very obedient.
Then, he was sent up the mountain by a group of villagers, together with a girl of the same age. They beat drums and gongs along the way. Some people kept comforting the two children, saying that they were about to serve the mountain god, live a good life, and have maltose to eat every day.
But malt sugar obviously doesn’t taste good.
Just as he was thinking this, the lotus seat suddenly rolled over.
The world spun around and he fell into the woods.
With trepidation, he saw the person who had knocked over the lotus seat. It was the very strong woman who had reclaimed countless wastelands.
The last voice Huang Donglai heard from his mother was so hoarse:
"Run! Never come back!!"
That moment.
Accompanied by the sound of the wind passing by my ears.
No one could catch him anymore.
"call...."
Huang Donglai let out a long breath and put away the trance in his heart.
It is very dangerous to be in a daze in the mountains...
Snap——
Suddenly, there was a sound of branches being stepped on in the distance.
Huang Donglai quickly became alert, the porcelain bottle in his hand slipped, and at the same time he took in the surrounding environment, instantly figuring out the best escape route, and even leaving a few simple traps...
“Ahem…”
The coughing continued for a long time and became weaker and weaker.
people?
Huang Donglai silently felt the other person's breath and pushed aside the leaves to look.
He was a middle-aged man. His ragged clothes barely showed the uniform of a military scout. The pair of tattered shoes on his feet were in tatters, and it was obvious that he had experienced an unimaginable long journey.
There was a long wound in the abdomen, which was enough to be fatal. The man was almost at the end of his life.
But when he noticed Huang Dong coming, a light flashed in his eyes.
"Little brother."
"Who are you?"
Huang Donglai did not come closer.
"Scout from Aoki Castle, I don't have time, let me make it short..."
The man's dry lips moved and he said hoarsely:
"The disaster beasts and the remnants of the Shang Dynasty in the south are moving in an unusual manner. Only Your Majesty can resolve this. The military information I have is extremely urgent."
"If you are willing, little brother, please deliver this letter to Qingmu Castle."
"If you don't want to take the risk, just run away. It will be too late..."
Huang Donglai remained silent and did not respond.
Because the man who called himself a scout is dead.
He was willing to believe this person, but his instinct told him not to get involved with such a big thing.
Aoki Castle will be the first to bear the brunt of the battle and will become the most brutal place in the battle.
But after walking half a mile, the light that suddenly appeared in the man's eyes when he fell in the cold wind came to his mind again, just like the woman who knocked over several strong men and forced him to run fast in that cold winter many years ago.
He dreamed of that day countless times, wondering if the outcome would have been different if he had not run away.
"Rest in peace, don't think it's shabby."
Huang Donglai turned back, took the wax envelope from the other party, dug the hole and prepared to erect a monument, only then did he realize that he did not know the other party's name.
He took off the opponent's waist comment:
'Lu Yi.'
Huang Donglai leaned with his hands on his waist, looking towards the direction of Aoki Castle, muttering to himself.
"Mother...I will not run away this time."
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