Clear and Muddy Loss of Love

blood hatred slaughtered the world

A few days later, news spread among the team returning to Beijing: Mr. Qi, the minister of the Ministry of Industry, took in an orphan girl from the disaster victims.

This is not a big deal, Mr. Qi is kind-hearted, and the mother of this orphan girl died at Mr. Qi's banquet, so it is understandable to keep her as a slave by her side.

However, according to reliable sources: Lord Qi and this orphan girl slept together the second day after they left...

Although His Royal Highness the Third Prince issued a password-sealed order, it quickly became an unspoken secret for everyone.

A young man who is not flirtatious is in vain, Mr. Qi is only a weak year, and it is only natural to recruit a woman to favor him after he has been busy for more than half a year.

But this Minister of the Ministry of Industry has another identity, he is not allowed to do this kind of thing - Princess Zhenzhen's son-in-law.

In the past half a year of getting along, many people have seen Qi Yan's character, maybe there is a misunderstanding in it?

Qi Yan, who has always been cautious, took such a big effort and did not hesitate to silence the people involved indiscriminately, why should he be so high-profile?

During this period of time, Qi Yan can be said to have been burned internally, she has not closed her eyes for three days and three nights...

In the dungeon, she saw a disheveled, dirty girl curled up in a corner, and to say something conscientious: She didn't think about it at all, but years of habits prompted her to pay attention to strangers. In detail, she found that the girl in the cell seemed to be trying hard to hide her waist.

The girl's body was very dirty, the exposed skin was covered with a thick layer of mud, and the original skin color was basically invisible, but Qi Yan still caught an unusual cyan color on the girl's waist.

At that moment, everything in the world seemed to be still, and the thunder exploded in my mind.

The fists hidden under the wide sleeves were tightly clenched. Although the expression was tense and there were not many waves, the muscles on his face were twitching slightly.Thanks to the dim light in the dungeon and the guards standing behind her, she didn't show any clues.

There was a flash of timidity in her heart for a moment, and thousands of possibilities flashed in her heart.

Could this girl be Fluttershy?

If it was... would she recognize herself?If she recognizes her and throws herself into her arms to call her brother, what should she do?

Qi Yan was afraid to look directly at this girl, even though she had been huddled in the corner in fear and did not dare to look at Qi Yan.

Qi Yan suppressed the turmoil in his heart, and began to look at the dirty girl, but what was disappointing was: except for the indistinguishable cyan color around the girl's waist, she couldn't find a trace of Xiaodie's charm from the past on her face... …

Qi Yan settled the girl into a remote wing room, did not allow anyone to approach, boiled the water with his own hands, locked the doors and windows, and prepared clean clothes before squatting in front of the table.

Behind the tablecloth was exposed her dirty feet, Qi Yan moved her mouth, her eyes were red.

"Girl? Can you come out..." Hearing the voice, the toes of the feet in sight scratched, and the feet shrank back.

Seeing this scene, Qi Yan felt as if a knife had been cut through her heart: No, this is not Xiaodie!

However, she silently prayed that Xiaodie was still alive, even... in this way.

Qi Yan didn't dare to touch her rashly, and simply knelt down on one knee to give her admonishment in a soft voice, and after half an hour, only the girl cried in terror.

She seemed to want to say something, but what she uttered were monosyllables such as "ah, uh, uh...".

Qi Yan shook his heart, and called out in a low voice in the language of the grassland: "Qi Yan Nuomin?"

The crying stopped abruptly, and the air was eerily quiet.

Tears clouded his vision, Qi Yan completely knelt on the ground, fisted his right hand against his heart and pressed it tightly, as if his heart wouldn't hurt too much this way.

Suddenly the table was lifted, and the girl who had been hiding under the table ran around the room frantically...

Qi Yan was stunned, and hugged the girl from behind, holding her waist to prevent her from moving, but the girl was surprisingly strong, struggling crazily in Qi Yan's arms, even trying to hit Qi Yan with the back of her head face.

Qi Yan couldn't dodge in time to be bumped, immediately her nose became sore and her vision blurred, she clenched her teeth and refused to let go.

I don't know how long the "struggle" lasted, but the hungry and cold girl finally burned out the last bit of strength in her body, and passed out in Qi Yan's arms.

Qi Yan held the girl in his arms and lay down on the ground, her whole body was soaked in sweat, her clothes were messy, and the skin on her shoulders and arms was bruised from the girl's bite.

After resting for a while, Qi Yan tore off all the fabrics from the girl's body. The fabrics were already rotten, and they were peeled off without much effort.

She picked up the girl horizontally and put it into the wooden barrel. The black water splashed in an instant, and Qi Yan couldn't help but shed tears when she saw it.

It took three buckets of water to completely wash off the dirt on the girl's body, and a lifelike wolf king's head was pierced on her waist...

On the entire Luobei Grassland, there are only totem tattoos passed down from generation to generation by the royal family supporting the plow, with men tattooed on the chest and women tattooed on the waist.

Qi Yan stared blankly at the tattoo in front of her, crying and laughing at first, laughing and laughing and then crying, crying and crying and laughing again.

But whether it was crying or laughter, it was extremely depressing. Even though the courtyard was secluded, she didn't dare to indulge her emotions, and she still lost control of her emotions later.

Qi Yan started beating her heart desperately, pulling her hair, biting her arm, hitting the bed rail with her head...

The girl on the bed was undressed, with large and small scars and pimples strewn across her slightly rough skin, her body curled up into a ball even when she was asleep.

Qi Yan's hair was messed up a long time ago, tears flowed down her cheeks, she knelt beside Xiaodie, her trembling fingers couldn't touch the totem on the girl's waist, and finally she slammed her forehead heavily on the girl's side.

Keeping this kneeling posture, she cried out: "Sister..."

Xiaodie, who was extremely exhausted, didn't sleep for long. Qi Yan stayed by the bed. When she sat up, she held down her arm, stared at her red eyes and comforted her in her mother tongue, which was no longer fluent: "Xiao Die Butterfly, don't be afraid... I'm an older brother!"

Xiaodie was stunned for a moment and then began to violently resist, grabbing Qi Yan's arm and biting to death.

Qi Yan endured the pain in his heart and let Xiaodie bite him like a wild beast, and took the opportunity to spread his other hand to open the skirt of his clothes.

A lifelike head of a wolf king, revealing ferocity and ferocity.

Xiaodie stopped suddenly, let go of the bloody arm bitten by her, stared blankly at the wolf king's head, and stopped making trouble.

Qi Yan suddenly collapsed, and a loud sob came from his chest.

She completely opened the front of her clothes, puffed up her chest and mourned: "Do you still remember? This is a totem passed down from generation to generation by our Qiyan family. It has been 12 years...My brother has been keeping it, just because he is afraid that one day you will grow up. In case you forget what your brother looks like...you will always...remember it...do you remember it? Sister, sister, take a good look, I am brother..."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... Brother failed to protect you... Do you remember? Do you remember? Take a good look."

Xiaodie looked at the totem on Qi Yan's chest without blinking, and stretched out her rough fingers to press Qi Yan's chest to outline it.

Qi Yan suppressed his crying, and sang intermittently: "The sky is blue, the grass is green. The child on the horse returns to the tent, drinks a cup of hot mare's milk...follows Mama to sleep."

The voice trembled.

This is the dream song that Agula and Nuo Min's mother, Fu Rong, specially composed for their sisters according to the shepherd tune. No matter how severe the weather is, as long as they listen to it, they can always sleep peacefully.

The madness in Xiaodie's expression disappeared, and a gleam of light flashed in her misty eyes.

She finally raised her head, stared at Qi Yan's amber eyes for a long time, and called out in a low voice, "Brother?"

……

Qi Yan didn't know what Xiaodie had experienced in these years, she could roughly imagine it but she didn't want to think deeply about it, and even wanted to control herself not to think about it.Otherwise, there will be an emotion to kill all Wei people.

Qi Yan originally wanted to hide Xiaodie and secretly bring her back to the capital to find a way.

But Xiaodie's situation is not optimistic, she often falls into madness, and even Qi Yan can't recognize her when it is serious.

Every night, if Qi Yan is not by her side, Xiaodie will never sleep on the bed honestly.

She would hide under the bed, in the closet, under the table, even in the empty tub, wherever she thought it was safe, not on the bed.

Every time it comes to this point, Qi Yan's heart aches and it's hard to hold back.When Xiaodie was insane, she had to take off her shirt to show Xiaodie the totem on her chest, and let her curl up in her arms and touch the family's totem to fall asleep peacefully.

As time passed, the news spread.

Qi Yan, who has always been cautious, did not wrong Xiaodie again this time. She first went to Nangong Wang and generously admitted that she and Xiaodie were married, and then asked Nangong Wang to conceal it for her.

Nangongwang is very curious about Xiaodie: In his heart, Qi Yan is an upright gentleman, what kind of national beauty can make Qi Yan fall?

Qi Yan had no choice but to explain: In fact, Xiaodie is an old man from Jinzhou, and she had a baby kiss with her...

The plague in the first year of Jingjia separated the two of them. If Xiaodie was not supposed to be her wife, she would not marry the princess and become a son-in-law.

Nangongwang suddenly realized, and heard others say that Xiaodie was a little stupid, so he became more sympathetic to Qi Yan, and gave her a lot of convenience.

Time passed day by day, and the capital was within easy reach.

Qi Yan's mood became more and more heavy: Although Xiaodie seldom speaks, and most of the time she speaks are blunt official Wei dialect, but when she falls into madness, she speaks her mother tongue in the grassland.

The capital is different from here, even if she is raised in a private house, Qi Yan can't always be by her side, there are always some servant girls around to take care of her, and also to prevent her from getting sick and running around...

And now she is the servant of the third-rank Ministry of Industry of the imperial court, even if she resigns from the official position as a consort, she is not allowed to be by Xiaodie's side all the time.

Qi Yan straightened out the hair of the younger sister in her arms, looked at the younger sister carefully, as if trying to find traces of her childhood.

Xiaodie's appearance has grown, except for the black eyes inherited from her mother, and her facial features inherited from her father's toughness, she is not a beauty according to Wei's aesthetic standards for women.But Qi Yan just couldn't see enough, afraid that this was just a dream, as soon as he opened his eyes, his sister would disappear, leaving him a cold place.