"Qingyu." Yan San called.

"Huh?" Ling Qingyu looked back at him in doubt.

"You don\'t have to be so careful," Yan San squatted in front of her and said, "we are not such useless people."

"No, I just don\'t want to cause trouble for the grain team. However," Ling Qingyu bent down and hugged him, and said, "the people I sit in this car are moldy. What should I do?"

As she spoke, her hand reached under him. Yan San was a little embarrassed, and said softly, "it\'s time to eat later."

Ling Qingyu poked his hand there for two times, felt that it had grown stronger, and withdrew his hand, saying, "OK."

Yan San sighed softly in his heart. He knew that she was in a bad mood. She sat in the car for so long and was getting closer and closer to heishuiguan

Locking the door, Yan San got up and sat on the bed, picked up her hand and put it under her.

Ling Qingyu\'s mood was a little complicated, and her hands hesitated. Yan San smiled, leaned over and gently kissed her lips, very soft and warm. The warmth brought by the thin lips made Ling Qingyu\'s heart slowly relax, and then hugged his waist.

Yan San\'s breath grew thick, and the kiss began to become intense from tenderness.

"Bang bang" there was a knock at the door.

Ling Qingyu let Yan San go. Seeing that his face was flushed, his clothes were half open, and the belt below had been loosened, he was as cute as it could be. He pecked on his face with a smile and said with a smile, "I\'ll go down first."

She opened the door and jumped down. Yan San looked under her and didn\'t feel a wry smile. This person now likes to do this kind of thing that runs away halfway more and more.

After finishing the clothes, Yan San breathed and suppressed the desire in his body. Just about to get up, his chest suddenly turned over and gushed a stream of blood gas. He couldn\'t help it at once, and a mouthful of blood gushed out.

The blood gas rolled in the chest, and the uncontrollable cough burst out. Yan San hurriedly covered her mouth tightly and huddled her body into a ball to suppress the sudden pain in her body.

Yan Qi waited outside the door for a while. Seeing that Ling Qingyu had run to the fire to go with the iron knife door, and Yan San hadn\'t come down, he frowned slightly, motioned for the shadows to follow, and then opened the door and got into the car.

"Yan San?" Seeing him shrinking in a corner, Yan Qi involuntarily called.

"Close the door..." is like exhausting all your strength.

As soon as Yan Qi closed the door, he heard a violent suppressed cough. Blood flowed from his fingers covering his mouth. His body trembled violently, and he stood at the door.

When his breathing slowly subsided, Yan Qi said, "otherwise, go to the ghost doctor again. If you can wait so long, there may be other ways."

Wipe the blood from the corners of her mouth and look at the bloody front. Yan San took off her coat and replaced it with another one, and then said, "it\'s OK to endure."

"She must stay in heishuiguan for a period of time. Don\'t you think it\'s better to go out?" Yan Qi Dao.

Yan three hands paused, then put on his clothes and said, "spring is coming, I\'m afraid there will be another war here, let\'s go."

Glancing at the clothes stuffed into the bottom of the box by Yan San, Yan Qi then jumped out of the carriage.

"So powerful?!" Ling Qingyu is excited to hear tie Dun talk about Jianghu stories. Although tie Dun will say in the end what it would have been like if it had been our iron knife sect, those Jianghu gossip is really entertaining.

"Yes, in those days, how many female Xia chased great Xia Naning, and even Lin Yiyi, the first beauty in Wulin, admired him." Ling Qingyu applauded so much, and tie Dun spoke even more forcefully.

"Then who was he with later? Was it a beauty or that witch?" Ling Qingyu asked.

"Hey, it broke the hearts of all female heroes. Great Xia Ning helped Prince duan\'an recover Bingdi yulianhua. Prince duan\'an took a fancy to him and married his daughter to him." Iron shield sighed. As a Jianghu man, he was able to marry a royal relative. No wonder he later became the leader of the Wulin alliance.

"Didn\'t Lin Yiyi and the little witch fight for nothing?" Ling Qingyu opened her eyes wide and asked, this is the development of God. The charming and handsome young Xia married a royal woman after hooking up with the first beauty of the white world and the first beauty of the underworld.

"Hey, that Lin Yiyi and the little witch are really sad. I heard that they made a scene when great Xia Ning got married. Unfortunately, they didn\'t even let the door in. The prince of duan\'an invited ten masters to help." Iron shield sighed.

"Well, what a scum man." Ling Qingyu nodded.

auzw. "What is a scum man when he is in charge?" Iron shield has a spirit of seeking knowledge. Since they got familiar with the head of the family, they all like to chat with her, first, because she is a good listener, and second, she often has some wonderful ideas.

Ling Qingyu took the dry steamed bread in his hand and slowly rubbed it into garbage, saying, "men like this."

"Shouldn\'t this be called steamed bun man?" Iron shield continues to seek knowledge.

"The steamed bread has become dregs. Is it still steamed bread? Steamed bread can at least satisfy the appetite. What else can this dregs on the ground do?" Lingqingyu asked.

"In famine years, you can pick it up and eat it." Tie Dun looked at his missing piece of steamed bread with some heartache.

Ling Qingyu was stunned and returned the steamed bread to him with embarrassment, saying, "don\'t worry, I\'ll try my best to make you no longer hungry in the future." It is said that the iron knife sect, a sect in the Jianghu, actually does not also need to have food and clothing. In the year of famine, it is equally hungry and can flee everywhere.

"Mr. Han, who is in charge of the family, said that you would go to reclaim the wasteland and give rations, seeds and farm tools. The people in my hometown have strength and are good at farming. Can I go back and say no?" A man with a knife crowded over and asked.

"Naturally, our employees have priority internally, but wait until we find a place." Ling Qingyu laughed.

"In charge!" Han Liang shouted by the fire in the distance. Ling Qingyu responded and said to the man, "just go to Mr. Han and register first." Then he ran over.

"Sect leader, we finally got the right person this time." The big man said to tie dun.

"Yes." Tie Dun nodded. Although they are said to be Jianghu sects, in the final analysis, they are just like escorts. They earn some hard-earned money by working as guards for caravans. When they meet bad owners, they often withhold money and work hard. It\'s rare to meet such a situation now. They wear clothes all year round, eat and take care of their fill, and their salaries are often overpaid. The most important thing is that whether Mr. Han or the current female owner, they don\'t cause trouble, not only considering themselves, I will also think about the safety of these people.

"Sect leader, I think that when the head of the household talks about the scum man, he means that the man is not responsible. You see, this scum is not nothing when it falls on the ground?" Another big man thought for a long time and said seriously.

"To tell the truth, it was really done by great Xia Ning." Iron shield also sighed, so there was the disaster of extermination four years ago.

After Taiyuan, which is the boundary of Xinzhou, Ling Qingyu couldn\'t sit still, so he hurried Ying Jiu to another place. He sat in the co driver\'s seat of the carriage, and Yan San also let Yan Qi rest behind him, driving the carriage instead of him.

After another day of walking, the wall piled up by the wall in Dai County was vividly remembered.

"The barracks are over there at heishuiguan. If you are in charge, let\'s go directly to the barracks." Han Liang rode over and said.

"OK." Ling Qingyu nodded, feeling a little banging in his heart. He originally thought he didn\'t care. He didn\'t know how much he cared until he arrived here.

Not far around the county seat, a piece of yellow sand rose in front, the sound of horses\' hoofs was deafening, and a team of cavalry galloped forward.

The first man stood tall and dressed in red armor. His cloak of the same color was raised high behind him. His long gun was pressed on the saddle. When he reached the caravan, he pulled the reins. The horse raised its front hooves high, and then fell heavily, sneezing greatly.

"But Lingjia firm?" The man asked, his voice deep and thick.

Before the man in front answered, the man had seen the carriage and Ling Qingyu sitting in the passenger seat of the carriage. His eyes flashed brightly, and he jumped down from the horse and ran to the carriage.

"Qingyu..." rushed to the carriage, but the man stopped, stood by the carriage, and whispered, just two words, but it seemed to bring countless emotions.

He wore a helmet. The mask in front of him didn\'t take off, only a pair of eyes came out. There was an unbelievable surprise in those eyes, which glittered and slowly wetted.

"Zhao?" Ling Qingyu was also a little uncertain. He raised his hand and took off his helmet, revealing a face... Full of whiskers.

Keep it again! Ling Qingyu looked at him with the same eyebrows and eyes, the same face outline, but a lot of vicissitudes.

Yang Zhao touched the beard on his face, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said, "go back and shave."

Seeing his eyes staring, his hands raised and dared not move, Ling Qingyu sighed and opened his hands.

Yang Zhao suddenly burst into a bright smile on his face, hugged her, took her down from the passenger seat of the carriage, and held her tightly in his arms.

The iron armor on his body was slightly cold, and the arms he held tightly were also tight, but the wet meaning on his face bent over his shoulder made Ling Qingyu feel soft, patted him on the back, and whispered, "many people see it."

Remembering that Zhan Jia must have touched her on his body, Yang Zhao hurriedly let go.

Looking around at those stupid people around, Ling Qingyu took out a veil and said, "such a big sandstorm, you see, your face is gray." Quickly wipe away the tears on his face.

Yang Zhao just looked at her happily, and his fingers touched her face unconsciously. For a year and a half, it seemed that there was no trace left on her, but he was taller. It was still the face with missing eyes when he laughed. It was round and pleasing. It was still the face that liked to raise eyebrows and stare at people, or the lips that were always as thick as a smile. He wanted to carve a face in his dream every night. I was afraid it would be another dream.