Chapter 112: Blood hatred slaughters the world

A few days later, a news came out from the team returning to Beijing: Master Shi Lang, the Ministry of Industry, accepted an orphan girl from the victims.
This was not a big deal. Master Qi was kind and the orphan ’s mother died at the banquet of Master Qi. It was understandable to keep him around as a slave.
However, according to reliable sources: Master Qi slept with the orphan the next day ...
Although His Royal Highness the Three Princes wrote a password, it quickly became a secret that everyone knew.
It ’s not easy to be a teenager, and it ’s only natural for Master Qi to be a weak champion.
But the minister of the Ministry of Industry had another status, and he was not allowed to do this kind of thing-princess and horse.
In the past six months, many people have seen Qi Yan's character. Maybe there is a misunderstanding in it?
Qi Yan, who has always been cautious and careful, has spent such a large amount of time, and he did not hesitate to kill the people involved. Why is it so high-profile?
During these days, Qi Yan was burned within five days. She hasn't closed her eyes for three days and three nights ...
In the dungeon, she saw a girl who was undressed and dirty with her body curled up in the corner and said a word of conscience: She didn't think about it at all, but years of habit prompted her to pay attention to some strangers. Details, she found that the girl in the cell seemed to be trying to hide her waist.
The girl's body was very dirty, and the exposed skin was covered with a thick layer of soil. Basically, her original skin color was not visible, but Qi Yan still caught an unusual cyan in the girl's waist.
At that moment, everything seemed to be still, and the thunder exploded in my mind.
The fist hidden under the wide sleeve was clenched tightly, although the expression was taut and there were not many waves, but the muscles on his face were slightly twitching. Thanks to the gloomy light in the prison, the guard stood behind her again, showing no clue.
There was a moment of cowardice flashing in her heart, and thousands of possibilities flashing in her heart.
Will this girl be Kocho?
If it was ... would she recognize herself? If she recognizes her and calls her brother in her arms, what should she do?
Qi Yan didn't dare to look directly at the girl, even though she kept shrinking in a corner and didn't dare to look at Qi Yan.
Qi Yan suppressed the swell in her heart, and began to look at the dirty girl. What was disappointing was that, except for the girl's waist blurred to an indistinguishable blue, she could not find a trace of the charm of the former little butterfly on her face ... ...
Qi Yan settled the girl into a remote room. No one was allowed to burn the water near her, locked the doors and windows, and prepared clean clothes before squatting to the table.
The dirty feet appeared behind the tablecloth, Qi Yan moved her mouth and her eyes became red.
"Girl? Can you come out ..." Hearing the sound, the toes of those feet in his eyes scratched, his feet retracted.
Seeing this scene, Qi Yan's heart was crossed by a knife: No, this is not Kocho!
However, she silently prayed that Kocho was still alive, even if it was ...
Qi Yan didn't dare to touch her, and she just fell to her knees on the knees and whispered an exhortation. In the past half an hour, she only received the girl's cry in horror.
She seemed to want to say something, but she sent out some monosyllables like "ah, oh, uh ...".
Qi Yan stunned his heart and whispered in the grassland's language: "Beg Yan Nuomin?"
The crying stopped abruptly, and the air was quiet and scary.
With tears in his eyes, Qi Yan knelt down on the ground completely, his right hand fisted into his heart and slumped, as if his heart would not be too painful.
Suddenly the table was opened, and the girl who had been hiding under the table ran like crazy in the room ...
Qi Yan froze. She hugged the girl from behind and hugged her waist to keep her from moving, but the girl's strength was surprisingly high, and she was struggling madly in Qi Yan's arms, trying to hit Qi Yan with her back Face.
Qi Yan couldn't wait to be hit. She was sore and her eyes were blurred. She clenched her teeth and refused to let go.
I don't know how long the "fight" lasted, and the hungry and cold girl finally burned the last strength in her body and passed out in Qi Yan's arms.
Qi Yan lay the girl in her arms and lay on the ground, her body was soaked with sweat, her clothes were messy, and the skin on her shoulders and arms was bitten by the girl.
After a short rest, Qi Yan tore off the fabric of the girl as much as possible, and those fabrics were dead, and they were peeled off without much effort.
She hugged the girl horizontally and put it into a wooden barrel. The black water splash burst instantly, and Qi Yan could not help crying.
After changing three buckets of water, the dirt on the girl was completely washed away, and a vivid wolf king's head was stabbed in the waist ...
Throughout the Luobei grassland, only the totem tattoos passed down from generation to generation by the plow royal family, men stabbed their chests, and women stabbed their waists.
Qi Yan stared blankly at the tattoos in front of her, crying and laughing first, laughing and then crying, crying and laughing again.
But whether it was crying or laughing, it was extremely depressing. Although the courtyard was quiet, she didn't dare to indulge her emotions. Later, her emotions were still out of control.
Qi Yan started beating her heart desperately, pulling her hair, biting her arm, and hitting the bed rail with her head ...
The the bed was unpatched, with scars and acne running across the slightly rough skin, and she fell into a ball even when she was asleep.
Qi Yan's hair had been messed up, and Xi Si was flowing, kneeling beside Xiaodie, shaking her fingers so long that she couldn't touch the totem around the girl's waist, and finally struck her forehead.
Crying while keeping this kneeling posture: "Sister ..."
Xiaodie, who was extremely tired, did not sleep for long. Qi Yan kept her side by the bed when she bounced up and held her arm, staring at her flushed eyes and speaking the fluent mother tongue. "Little Butterfly, don't be afraid ... I'm brother! "
Xiao Die paused for a moment and then started a fierce resistance, grabbing Qi Yan's arm and biting her to death.
Qi Yan endured the heart-wrenching pain and let Xiaodie bite herself like a beast, taking the opportunity to take out the other hand and cut open the placket.
A lifelike wolf king's head, revealing maggots and fierceness.
Fluttershy's movement stopped suddenly, she let go of her fluffy arm, and stared at the wolf king's head dumbly.
Qi Yan suddenly collapsed, and a sob higher than a sob came from his chest.
She plucked her jacket completely, raised her chest and mourned: "Remember? This is a totem that has been passed down from generation to generation by our beggar family for twelve years ... my brother has kept it, just because I am afraid that one day you will grow up In case you forget the look of your brother ... you, always ... remember it ... remember it? Sister, sister, take a good look, I am brother ... "
"Sorry, sorry ... brother didn't protect you ... Do you remember? Remember? You take a good look."
Fluttersaw looked at the totem of Qi Yan's chest without blinking, and stretched out her rough fingers and pressed it to Qi Yan's chest, sketching it out.
Qi Yan suppressed the cry and sang intermittently: "Sky blue, grass blue. The child on the horse returned to the tent, drank a cup of hot horse milk ... and followed her into the dreamland."
The sound was trembling.
This is the dream song that Agura and Nomin's mother, Furong, specially composed for their sisters according to the shepherd tune. Regardless of the severe cold department, as long as it listens to it, it can sleep peacefully.
Flutter disappeared in Fluttershy's expression, and there was a flash of light in her dull eyes.
She finally raised her head, stared at Qi Yan's amber eyes for a long time, and whispered, "Brother?"
...
Qi Yan doesn't know what Kocho has experienced in these years. He can generally imagine but is unwilling to think deeply, and even to control himself from thinking. Otherwise, it will ignite a sentiment to kill the Wei people.
Qi Yan originally wanted to hide Kocho and secretly take him back to Beijing to find a way.
However, Kocho's situation is not optimistic, she will often fall into madness, and in serious cases she will not even recognize Yan.
Every night, if Qi Yan is not around, Kocho will never sleep on the bed.
She would hide under the bed, in the cupboard, under the table, or even in an empty bath tub. Everything she thought was safe was not the bed.
At this point, Qi Yan feels heartache and is hard to hold on to. When Xiaodie was insane, she had to take off her shirt and expose Totem to her chest, so that she could curl up in her arms and touch the family totem to sleep peacefully.
Over time, the news spread.
Qi Yan, who had always been cautious, did not grudge Kocho this time. She first went to Nangong Wang and admitted generously that she and Koyo had a husband and wife, and asked Nangong Wang to hide it for her.
Nangong Wang was curious about Kocho: In his mind, Qi Yan is a gentleman who is in a state of mind. What kind of national color can make Qi Yan fall?
Qi Yan had to explain: In fact, Kocho is an old Jinzhou man who once had a doll with her ...
The plague of the first year of Jingjia separated the two. If it was not for Xiaode that she should be her wife, she would not marry the princess and become a horse.
Nangong suddenly realized, and heard others say that Xiao Die was a little stupid, and she became more sympathetic, giving her many conveniences.
Time passed day by day, the capital was close at hand.
Qi Yan's mood became more and more heavy: Although Xiaodie rarely spoke, and most of the time the words that came out were the official Wei Guo words, but when she fell into a frenzy, she spoke all the prairie mother tongue.
Beijing is different from here. Even if she is raised in a private house, Qi Yan can't accompany her all the time. There must always be some maids waiting to be around, and she must be wary of running around ...
And now she is the servant of the Ministry of Industry, the third court of the court, and even if she resigns from her official position, she is not allowed to accompany Xiaodie at all times.
Qi Yanwei's sister straightened her hair and looked at her carefully, as if trying to find traces of her childhood.
Fluttershy's face has grown. In addition to her black eyes, she inherited her mother's features, and her five senses inherited her father's toughness. From the perspective of Wei's aesthetic standards for women, she was not a beauty. But Qi Yan just didn't see enough and was afraid that it was a dream. As soon as she opened her eyes, her sister disappeared, leaving herself a cold place.
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