I am cannon fodder, but I can hug thighs

"The wandering Taoist priest's words have become the evidence that I killed my parents. It is not unjust for them to die in this incident. If it succeeds, it will be their retribution." Cui Xian covered her face and muttered to herself, "But why didn't Song Shiqiu take this opportunity to clean up the Cui family."

"Fool, even if Song Shiqiu really takes this opportunity to retaliate against the Cui family, will the Cui family just sit there and wait for death? In the end, the Cui family will just push you out completely." Fang Yuzhu didn't know whether to feel distressed or angry.

"What can I do? Since Song Shiqiu is the only one who can bring down the Cui family, I can only take a gamble. Now it only means that I lost the gamble." Cui Xian felt a little regretful. She actually didn't care whether she would die or not. As long as she could make the Cui family pay the price, she didn't care about anything else. "I didn't expect Song Shiqiu to not go with the flow."

"Otherwise, why do you think Song Shiqiu could be the prime minister and be respected by two generations of emperors without being suspected?" It was only after Fang Yuzhu entered the court that she understood why the prime minister of Daxia could only be Song Shiqiu, because this man had abandoned his humanity and all personal feelings had to be put aside in front of Daxia's country.

Not to mention, this matter might implicate Lin Jin later. If such rumors were spread and aroused the greed of others, and in the end no method of bringing the dead back to life could be found, then these people who have come back to life might become the targets of those people.

Cui Xian bit her inner lip, thinking this was a little too ridiculous: "It would be great if the powerful prime minister was not Song Shiqiu."

Fang Yuzhu took a deep breath and said, "I understand. No matter what I say, I can't save you because you won't listen to me."

Although Cui Xian did something wrong in a moment of confusion, the matter did not escalate successfully after all. She could still save Cui Xian, so she came here. Now it is obvious that even if she wanted to save Cui Xian, Cui Xian didn't need it.

As she said herself, she had gone crazy.

"After this, you and I will never be the same as before, so there is no need for you to make this trip. I am no longer the Cui Jiu you knew, and it is impossible for us to be free of grudges as before." Cui Xian knew that everything was gone when she had the idea of ​​destroying the Cui family. She never thought about living, but she would accept whatever outcome.

“Once the arrow is shot, it cannot be retrieved. The same goes for time.”

Fang Yuzhu laughed sadly: "I thought that even if Lin Er left, at least I still had you, but in the end I was the only one left."

"You are the one with the best luck. Whatever you want will be given to you. You don't need to think about anything." Cui Xian looked empty-eyed and turned her back to Fang Yuzhu. "Go now. My affairs have nothing to do with you anymore."

Cui Xian was the only one left in the Dali Temple's cell, and everything was as if Fang Yuzhu had never been there.

Fang Yuzhu stood outside the Dali Temple, watching the falling snow. She couldn't help but reach out her hand, watching the snow fall into her palm and then melt, leaving behind the cold moisture: "It snowed for so long this year."

The Turkic area is vast and sparsely populated, so there is still thick snow in many places.

Yang Muer rolled up a snowball and threw it towards Ping Wu's side, but Ping Wu just slightly turned sideways to dodge it. She was a little disappointed: "Don't you have more than one pair of eyes? Otherwise, why can you dodge it no matter where I throw it at you?"

Ping Wu seemed too lazy to care about her boring game. He put ice cubes in the pot and started to make a fire: "If the Saint is bored, I will accompany you back."

"No." Yang Muer squatted beside her and watched her prepare lunch for the day. "I want to stay here."

Ping Wu couldn't understand why this saint girl had been staying in the Turkic territory. The Uighurs had obviously retreated to the Central Plains. Wouldn't it be better for her to go and be with her people now? What was the point of staying in this damn place?

"Tongtian Wu told me that if we want to win, we must go north. This is the will of Changshengtian. If you don't go find the Khan of the Turks for me, can't I stay here?" Yang Muer glared at her angrily, feeling resentful about being stared at every day.

"Only little girls would believe in these supernatural things." Tongtianwu is the title of the highest-ranking person among the shamans. Many herdsmen in the north believe in shamans, and so do the Uighurs.

Yang Muer curled his lips and muttered, "No, there are so many temples and Taoist temples in Daxia. Why didn't you tell me? Otherwise, why do Xianglian and Qingweizi have so many followers?"

Ping Wu corrected her: "That's because both of them have saved many people and saved Daxia, not because they are monks and Taoists. What makes people respect them is never because of their identities, but their merits."

"Tongtian Wu is also a person of great merit!"

“Never heard of it.” Ping Wu pretended not to know who the so-called Tongtian Wu was.

"You are really a disgusting person." Yang Mule waved his arms in anger.

Ping Wu glanced at her, as if he thought she was funny: "Little girl."

Yang Muer always felt that there was a hint of teasing in her voice, as if she was pretending to hit her, but before she could do anything, Ping Wu stood up and said, "Hey, where are you going?"

"The salt is gone, I'll go find those people to exchange it for some." There are not many merchants in the north, so the custom of bartering is still preserved. Of course, you can also buy it with money, but because there are fewer merchants, people here prefer barter.

Ping Wu found the cloth for bartering and said, "Wait for me to come back."

"I want to go too." Yang Muer pulled her along, to avoid the other party asking her to stay and watch the fire and then put it out directly, "Since you want to keep staring at me, I will also bother you until you stop staring at me."

Ping Wu didn't care about this matter. He could just light a new fire when the time came. "Okay, but you can't talk too much while I'm changing the salt."

Yang Muer snorted: "I'm not that boring."

She is not that kind of person.

"Stop treating me like a kid. You don't look much older than me."

Ping Wu had just taken two steps when he remembered something and went back to find a hood and put it on Yang Muer, covering his face tightly: "Don't show your face."

Who knows if someone will be tempted by her beauty.

Yang Muer felt that she was just wasting her time. Her face had been frozen red and dry during this period, and it didn't look good at all: "It's too much trouble."

Ping Wu took the cloth to exchange for some salt, and then went to find a caravan that had recently arrived in the Turkic area to exchange for some leather. Yang Muer had been complaining about not having new clothes to wear these days, so she planned to exchange some leather and make a new dress for Yang Muer.

The north wind blew in her face. Yang Muer hid behind Ping Wu and listened quietly to her exchanging animal skins with others. She only poked her head out when she heard that she wanted to make clothes. However, because she was wrapped up tightly, only a pair of eyes were exposed, so no one could see her appearance: "Is it for me?"

"No, I wear it myself." Ping Wu didn't want to see her too happy, so he didn't tell the truth, "You don't have money or cloth, so you can't exchange for animal skins."

Yang Muer was about to say something, but he noticed the tall man in front of Ping Wu and blinked: "Same as a black bear."

Wearing such thick, furry animal skins, he looked like a black bear spirit.

The other party seemed to have heard what Yang Muer said. He lowered his hood to reveal a terrifying face. Yang Muer's hair stood on end: "You...you..."

The man put on his hood again, not knowing whether he was trying to scare Yang Muer: "My face is injured, and it looks a bit scary."

Ping Wu blocked Yang Muer behind him and stared at the man with a bad face: "Please don't scare my sister like this. If the child's words offend you, I apologize for her, but please don't bother with her."

The man looked at the scar on her face, as if frightened by her aura: "Okay, okay, I really shouldn't be so serious with a child."

Yang Muer held onto Ping Wu's clothes tightly, and did not react until she was taken a long distance away. She trembled, "Yes, yes, he is Ge Shuying!"