My dark guard ran away with a bag

Jun Wuji slammed the table, "Come here!"

Two guards pushed the door and entered, knelt down on the knees, "My lord."

"Qingling stole the eldest son of this king, and pass down the order to catch him back, and life or death will not count!" Jun Wuji ordered with a serious face.But when the guards retreated, he changed his words and said he wanted to live.

Zhang Yanyan on the side covered her face and pretended to cry, but her mouth was grinning, look, it's just a hidden guard, how easy it is to deal with.

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Qing Ling carried Jun Rui out of the mansion and went all the way to the city gate.Even though there was no chasing soldiers at that time, Qingling did not dare to take it lightly, Jun Wuji would find out that he had escaped at any time.

Little Rui'er, who had just been full moon, was tired from crying, and fell asleep in Qing Ling's arms, smacking her mouth from time to time, she was really hungry.

Zhang Yanyan counted the time to report to Jun Wuji, and Qing Ling left the city without hindrance.

The moment she stepped out of the city gate, Qingling glanced back, then hugged the child tightly in her arms, not in the moonlight.

Qingling didn't dare to go to places where there were people. If he showed his trace, he would be arrested soon. He couldn't lose his child.

Picking up some remote paths, Qingling followed the mountain road to the barren hills outside the city in the dark.

Under the moonlight, the rugged mountain road failed to interrupt Qingling's pace, he just thought, hide, hide a little deeper.

Finally found a cave to stay.Qing Ling picked up some dry branches and lit a fire, and hugged Jun Rui in the corner, squinting her eyes for a while.

After a while, the baby was awakened by crying.

Rui'er woke up from hunger again, shouting heart-piercingly at the top of her voice, but her voice was no longer as loud as before, probably due to crying too much, her voice has become hoarse.

Qingling hugged the child distressedly and kept coaxing her, but she couldn't find anything to eat, Jun Rui's head kept arching against Qingling's chest.

Qingling wept uncomfortably, but there was nothing she could do.

Jun Rui was born in mid-winter, before spring began, and there was not even a living thing in the mountains.If it is during the day, you can still go out to find something to eat, but in the middle of the night, where can you go to find something to feed the baby.

Qing Ling suddenly remembered that when she was a child, she had heard some old women say that the milk she drank here was her mother's blood.Someone once bottled the mother's milk and sealed it up. After more than ten years, it was all bright red blood.

Qingling thought, he has no milk, but he still has blood.Bitten his fingers and stuffed it into Rui'er's mouth, the baby finally took the food in his mouth, making a rattling noise.

Finally stop crying!Qingling let out a breath.

A one-month-old baby doesn't eat much, Qingling bit two fingers, Rui'er fell asleep again when she was full.

Qingling had already suffered from hemorrhage during childbirth, which caused postpartum weakness, and she hadn't fed her during the confinement period. At this time, she ran around in the middle of the night and lost blood again. She fell into a corner and closed her eyes in a daze, just before losing consciousness He still didn't forget to hold Rui'er in his arms tightly.

In the early morning, another burst of crying woke up the unconscious Qingling.

Hearing the child's weak cry, Qingling panicked for a moment, and quickly lowered her head to check, maybe the hug was too tight, the child was stuffy, Qingling relaxed a little, the child started licking his mouth again, hungry again...

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At dawn, Jun Wuji stayed up all night, and the people he sent out reported back that there was no trace of him.

Jun Wuji smashed another table.

Jun Wuji personally wrote the portrait of Qingling.

The ink-black painting, the first one, with slender eyebrows and a silly smile on the corner of the mouth, Jun Wuji rubbed it and threw it to the ground.

Not like!Qingling couldn't laugh at all.

He drew another picture, with unresolved sorrow on his face, and handed it to the guard.

"Looking for hundreds of painters, in a radius of hundreds of miles, in the streets and alleys, I want to be seen everywhere."

The guard went down with the portrait.But Jun Wuji picked up the smiling painting just now from the ground.He smoothed it with his hands, stroked the cheeks on the portrait gently, and muttered to himself, "Why are you running!"

The tenderness was only for a moment, and the next moment, Jun Wuji's eyes were red again, and he tore the portrait into pieces, "If you can run away, don't ask me to catch it!"

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