Chapter 182: Deceptive Uncle 86

Thousands of inks slowly opened their eyes on the carriage, and they were able to clearly hear the stormy snow outside the wagon and the movement of the team.
Thousands of inks coughed and frowned, and sat up with the sting of the heart.
Ji Xi, who was guarding the outside of the carriage, heard his coughing voice, and his heart stunned. He didn't want to jump on the carriage and opened the curtain.
The shackles of drinking water under the horse saw her fear of rushing past, and she frowned slightly, but eventually she followed the past.
Ji Xi’s moment when he saw Qian Qianmo waking up to see her, his eyes were sore and his throat was stuffed for a while before he could barely make a sound:
You finally woke up...

Qian Qianmo’s brain was still a little faint, and asked,
What happened?

As the saying goes, they are also screaming and swearing.
After Qian Qianmo heard about the events that they had said in the past few days, there was no expression change on his face, but he still put on his cloak and got off the carriage.
"Where is she?" This is the first sentence that the thousand-car ink has said.
Calm and indifferent as if there is no emotion.
Not to mention what it is irritating.
The number of warmth... was also locked in the iron cage.
When Ning Chengyuan took him in the past, many soldiers also followed up, waiting to see how the king would execute this Southern Dynasty.
A few warm squats were sitting still in the corner of the iron cage, and the cloak on the body was covered with snow. It had already passed out.
Qian Qiann inked at the people who were frozen and unconscious in the iron cage. After a while, they slowly opened their mouths: "Open the cage."
Behind him, countless people looked at them.
Get his instructions, someone immediately turned on the iron cage chain, jingle, the cage door opened.
Thousands of inks came forward, and they stretched out their arms and took the thin man out and threw it at his feet.
The number of warmth was awakened by the living, and the brain burned, and it hurt and faint. The two small hands that had frozen were not able to grasp and grabbed the man’s feet. She was fascinated and looked up. Coughing, the whole face is pale, but the lips are red, obviously ill.
She didn't know if she was dreaming. She saw a thousand inks and was in front of herself.
The grievances of these days were all coming up. She used all her strength to hug his legs and wanted to speak. But she kept coughing and kept breathing.
There are no waves on the surface of the ink: "Get the water."
Soon a gentleman handed the water bladder over, and Thousands of inks threw the water bladder under his feet. The warm brain was faint, and he didn't realize anything. He took the water and sipped a few mouthfuls. The throat finally got better.
"Have you poisoned the king?" Qian Qianmo slowly stepped on the small hand she was trying to hold, and asked her calmly.
The number of warmth hurts tears. She struggled hard, but she couldn’t pull her hand from his feet. She twitched her lips with tears.
No... a few warm... no...

She held hope for so many days, a tear did not fall, but at this moment, the moment that Qian Qian was stepping on his feet, it seemed that his internal organs did not seem to be his own.
"The five-clawed worm is found out of your baggage! Several soldiers have seen it with your own eyes, you still want to deny it!!" Ji Xi left the voice.