Chapter 1: Sleeping, can you? 1

"What can I do?"
"I, I can..."
"Sleep you, can you?"
"Yes, can..."
A few warm sitting in the carriage, two small hands covered with blood, squirming in a piece, slightly lowering his head, long eyelashes shaking, and thinking about what he had experienced not long ago.
In the chaos of the soldiers, she almost squatted in front of his horse, and looked up and asked him to take care of himself.
At that time, she did not know who the man was. He only knew that he led the army of the Northland to triumph, and behind him was the smoke of the sky. The flag of the Northland was high and fluttered in midair.
A few warmmen were forced to follow the team behind the captive niece, and they experienced a long journey in the snow and ice. The hands and feet were already scratched by the cold shackles. They all said that after the death of the country, these prisoners would be branded as slaves. The imprint, when the soldiers are on merit, reward them to these North Korean soldiers.
So, along the way, many prisoners were whispering to discuss the initiative to attack, and the prospect of which general would be better, if you can follow the general, even if it is a small cockroach is also very good. If you are sold as a slave, you don’t want to turn over in this life.
It seems that if the country is dead and the country is dead, there is only fear and anxiety in the hearts of these prisoners, and hatred is something that you can’t even think about.
When the team finally stopped at a small station for a while, the number of warmth was almost rushed to the front of a red horse by the reason of the small solution. She didn’t dare to look up and see who the person was right away. When I squatted down, the sound of the warmth was so fine that it seemed to be swallowed up by the blizzard if I didn’t pay attention, "I’m asking the general to keep a few warm..."
The man did not plan to dismount. He was very calm and calmly took a sip of wine. He heard the movement and looked down at the girl who was kneeling under his horse. The child was rags, and the clothes were all bloody. Trembling under his horse, his face was stuck on the snow, and he was afraid of it.
It was only at this time that two soldiers came over, and they sipped a low to catch the girl back, but they heard that Qian Qianguang faintly opened his mouth: "Let her go."
The hesitant of the soldiers still let people go.
The man saw the girl lying on the ground trembled and looked up. The frost and snow fell on her. Her hair was scattered in a messy way. The clothes on her chest were not broken, and the spring was flickering. Looking at him, like looking at the savior, the pink eyelids were red-stained by the cold wind, and the two lacquered eyes were wet, filled with watery tears, and uneasily condensed.
But what made Qian Qianmo interested in it was a tiny tear in the corner of her right eye.
Although the girl's face is dirty, her eyes are a pretty peach eye, and a tear is printed under her eyes, giving people the urge to touch.
"The general will save a few warm, and the warmth will not be a slave to others..."
Her voice is too thin and too shattered, like a kite line that is to be blown off by the wind at any time. It is fragile and pleasing to the ear, as if the fine drops of water drip on the heart.
晟 Thousands of inks and horses, calmly overlooking the girl under the feet, issued a low voice, "Do you want to be the slave of the king?"