Blood hatred kills the world
A few days later, news came out of the team returning to Beijing: Mr. Qi, the minister of the Ministry of Industry, took in an orphaned girl from the disaster victims.
This is not a big deal, Master Qi is kind-hearted, and the mother of this orphan girl died at Master Qi's banquet, and it is understandable that she is kept beside her as a slave.
However, according to reliable sources, Master Qi and the orphan girl slept together the next day...
Although His Royal Highness the Third Prince issued a sealing order, it quickly became an unspoken secret to everyone.
People are not romantic, and young people are ignorant. Master Qi is only a weak year.
But the Minister of the Ministry of Industry has another identity, and he is not allowed to do this kind of thing - Princess Zhen Zhen's concubine.
In the past half a year, many people have seen Qi Yan's character, maybe there is a misunderstanding in it
Qi Yan, who has always been cautious and cautious, has spent so much time and did not hesitate to silence the people involved. Why is it so high-profile
During these days, Qi Yan can be said to be burnt out, she has not slept for three days and three nights...
In the dungeon, she saw a naked, dirty girl curled up in a corner, and said a word of conscience: she didn't think about this at all, but years of habit prompted her to pay attention to some strangers. Details, she found that the girl in the cell seemed to be trying hard to hide her waist.
The girl's body was very dirty, and the exposed skin was covered with a thick layer of mud, and it was almost impossible to see her original skin color, but Qi Yan still caught an unusual cyan color around the girl's waist.
At that moment, it seemed that everything in the world was still, and the thunder exploded in my mind.
The fists hidden under the wide sleeves were clenched tightly, and although the expression was tense without too many waves, the muscles on his face were twitching slightly. Thanks to the dim light in the sky prison, the guards stood behind her again, and there was no clue.
For a moment, a trace of timidity flashed in her heart, and thousands of possibilities flashed in her heart.
Will this girl be Fluttershy
If so... Will she recognize herself? If she recognizes it, and she jumps into her arms and calls her brother, what should she do
Qi Yan did not dare to look directly at the girl, even though she had been shrunk in the corner in fear and did not dare to look at Qi Yan.
Qi Yan suppressed the turmoil in her heart, and began to look at the dirty girl. What was disappointing was that, except for the blurred blue color on the girl's waist, there was no trace of the old Xiaodie's charm on her face...
Qi Yan settled the girl in a remote room, and did not allow anyone to boil the water with her own hands. She locked the doors and windows and prepared clean clothes before squatting in front of the table.
The dirty feet were exposed behind the tablecloth, Qi Yan moved her mouth and 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's heart was like being slashed by a knife: No, this is not Xiaodie!
However, she silently prayed that Xiaodie was still alive, even if it was like this.
Qi Yan didn't dare to touch her rashly, so she simply knelt down on one knee to the ground and gave a gentle exhortation. After half an hour, she only received a terrified cry from the girl.
She seemed to want to say something, but instead came out with monosyllables like "Ah, uh, uh...".
Qi Yan was heartbroken, and called out in a low voice in the language of the grassland: "Begging Yan Nuomin?"
The crying stopped abruptly, and the air was frighteningly quiet.
Tears filled his sight, Qi Yan completely knelt on the ground, and pressed her right hand into a fist against her heart, as if her heart would not hurt too much.
Suddenly the table was lifted, and the girl who had been hiding under the table ran frantically around the room...
Qi Yan was stunned for a while, hugged the girl from behind and hounded her waist to prevent her from moving, but the girl was surprisingly strong, struggling frantically in Qi Yan's arms, and even tried to hit Qi Yan with the back of her head face.
Qi Yan couldn't dodge and was bumped, her nose was sore and her vision blurred, she gritted her teeth and refused to let go.
I don't know how long it took to "fight", the starving girl finally burned the last bit of strength in her body and passed out in Qi Yan's arms.
Qi Yan put the girl in her arms and lay down on the ground. Her body was soaked with sweat, her clothes were messy, and the skin on her shoulders and arms was bruised by the girl.
After resting for a while, Qi Yan tore off all the fabrics on the girl's body. The fabrics were already rotten and peeled off without much effort.
She picked up the girl horizontally and put it into the wooden bucket, the black water splashes opened instantly, and Qi Yan couldn't help shedding 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 stabbed on her waist...
On the entire Luobei grassland, there are only totem tattoos passed down from generation to generation by the Zangli royal family, men tattooed on the chest, women tattooed on the waist.
Qi Yan stared blankly at the tattoo in front of her, first crying and then laughing, laughing and laughing then changing to crying, 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. Later, she still lost control of her emotions.
Qi Yan began to beat her heart desperately, pulling her hair, biting her arm, and hitting the bed rail with her head...
The girl on the bed was undressed, and her slightly rough skin was covered with large and small scars and acne. Even when she fell asleep, her body shrunk into a ball.
Qi Yan's hair was messed up long ago, her tears were flowing, she knelt beside Xiaodie, trembling fingers could not touch the totem on the girl's waist for a long time, and finally her forehead slammed heavily on the girl's side.
Keeping this kneeling position, I cried out: "Sister..."
Xiaodie, who was extremely tired, didn't sleep for a long time, Qi Yan kept beside the bed and held her arm when she sat up, staring at her red eyes and comforting her in her unfluent native language: "Little one. Butterfly, don't be afraid... I'm my brother!"
Xiaodie was stunned for a moment and then started to resist violently, grabbing Qi Yan's arm and biting her to death.
Qi Yan endured the heart-wrenching pain and let Xiaodie bite herself like a beast, and took the opportunity to separate the other hand to open the front of her clothes.
A lifelike head of a wolf king, showing hideousness and ferocity.
Xiaodie suddenly stopped, let go of the bloody arm she bitten, stared blankly at the wolf king's head, and stopped making trouble.
Qi Yan suddenly collapsed, and a high-pitched whimper came from her chest.
She ripped open her clothes completely, raised her chest and wailed, "Remember? This is a totem passed down from generation to generation by our Qiyan family. It's been twelve years... My brother has kept it, just for fear that one day you will grow up. In case you forget what your brother looks like... you, you will always... remember it... remember it? Sister, sister, take a good look, I'm a brother... "
"I'm sorry, 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, stretched out her rough fingers and pressed it on Qi Yan's chest, outlining it.
Qi Yan suppressed her crying and sang intermittently: "The sky is blue and the grass is green. The child on horseback returns to the tent, drinks a cup of hot mare's milk... and falls asleep with grandma."
The voice trembled.
This is a dream song composed by Agula and Normin's mother, Furong, based on shepherd's tune. No matter how cold it is, as long as you listen to it, you can always sleep soundly.
The madness in Xiaodie's expression disappeared, and a ray of light flashed in her dull eyes.
She finally raised her head, stared at Qi Yan's amber eyes for a long time, and whispered, "Brother?"
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Qi Yan doesn't know what Xiaodie has been through these years. It can be roughly imagined, but she is unwilling to think deeply, and even wants to control herself not to think about it. Otherwise, there will be a feeling of killing all the Wei people.
Qi Yan wanted to hide Xiaodie and secretly bring it 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 was not by her side, Xiaodie would never sleep on the bed honestly.
She would hide under the bed, in the cupboard, under the table, even in the empty tub, anywhere she thought was safe, not the bed.
Every so often, Qi Yan felt heartache and couldn't help herself. When Xiaodie was insane, she had to take off her shirt to show Xiaodie the totem on her chest, and let her huddle in her arms and touch the family's totem before she could fall asleep peacefully.
After a long time, the news spread.
Qi Yan, who has always been cautious, did not wrong Xiaodie again this time. She first went to Nangong Wang to admit that she and Xiaodie were married, and then asked Nangong Wang to conceal it on her behalf.
Nangong Wang was very curious about Xiaodie: in his heart, Qi Yan is a righteous gentleman who can sit still and be in a state of mind. What kind of national color can make Qi Yan fall
Qi Yan had no choice but to explain: In fact, Xiaodie is an old person from Jinzhou, and she once had a baby kiss with her...
The plague in the first year of Jingjia separated the two. If it weren't for that, Xiaodie should have been her wife, and she would not have married the princess as her consort.
Nangong Wang suddenly realized, and after hearing others say that Xiaodie was a little stupid, he became more sympathetic to Qi Yan and gave her a lot of convenience.
Time passes by day by day, and the capital is close at hand.
Qi Yan's mood was getting heavier and heavier: although Xiaodie rarely spoke, and most of the time she spoke in blunt Wei official language, but when she fell into madness, she spoke the native language of the grasslands.
The capital is different from here. Even if she is kept in a private house, Qi Yan can't accompany her all the time. She always has to stay by her side to wait on her, and she has to beware of her illness and running around...
And she is now the servant of the third-rank Ministry of Industry in the imperial court, even if she resigns as the consort, she will not be allowed to accompany Xiaodie all the time.
Qi Yan straightened her hair for her sister in her arms, and looked at her carefully, as if trying to find traces of her childhood.
Xiaodie's appearance has grown. Except for her black eyes, she has inherited her mother's, and her facial features have inherited her father's toughness. Judging from the Wei country's aesthetic standards for women, she is not a beauty. But Qi Yan just couldn't see enough, for fear that it was a dream. As soon as she opened her eyes, her sister disappeared, leaving her a cold place.