Clear and Muddy Loss of Love (MTL) (1)

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The weeping weeping of the girl was intermittent, and the crowd gathered again for a while and then dispersed.

A pair of thin coffins seldom requires two or two silvers and other expenses, and at least four or two silvers are needed to bury the elderly. All the farmers came to the market. Neither girl was needed in the family, nor was she willing to take out such a sum of money.

The girl's cry of helplessness spread so far, although the people who stopped a little later often left in a hurry.

Although the weather in March was still a little cool, the people on the scooter had already issued a bad smell. In this bustling crowd, the girl was kneeling helplessly like this, and even the crying was diluted by the continuous yelling.

Qi Yanli was shoved from time to time by people passing by in the same place, and the pain in her heart was uneasy. She glanced again at the girl and turned away.

Back to the small courtyard, Qi Yan cut his paper and researched ink. He just grabbed an article and wrote it in his mind. The pen-shaped pen sharply revealed a repressive tyranny. It didn't return to the gentle and mellow in the past until the full three big sheets were written. Pen body.

Qi Yan put down his writing brush and exhaled the staleness in his chest, looking at the verdict in the book case, if the manuscripts of the two were a little irritable: but seeing the son of the enemy was so out of control, the real number should not be.

She sighed again, picked up the manuscript and threw it into the stove in the temple room, and went back to the room to lie on the bed.

The weather in Yunzhou in March changed, and it was still windy and sunny in the daytime, and it rained heavily in the evening. Qi Yan, who was lying on the bed as a lightning struck the sky, suddenly sat up and covered her ears.

"Boom!"

Mu Lei seemed to be blasting the sky, and Qi Yan shrank to the corner of the bed. In the neat room, a pungent animal flavour fluttered from the air, and Qi Yan lay on the bed in pain and vomited.

The prairie prince Qiyan Agula is not afraid of thunder, and wind, fire and thunder are all gifts from the gods. But 'Wei Guoren' Qi Yan was afraid of thunder and lightning.

In the past five years, Master Qi Yan came to her room every time thunderstorms occurred, and asked her sharply with thunder: What did you see when you returned to the grassland again? The black mask flickered under the lightning, and the hoarse, unpleasant sound stabbed Qi Yan's chest like a sharp knife.

I don't know how many rains have rained in the middle, thunderstorm days have become Qi Yan's living nightmare completely. Even today, if Qi Yan's mood is unstable, he will even hallucinate when he listens to thunder.

"Where's the king's tent?" Qi Yan's eyes flashed the picture five years ago. Countless animals trampled on the thick dung. The animals in the air had a strong taste but could not find the familiar king's account. .

Qi Yan shook his head in pain and stumbled out. Large raindrops hit her face and dispelled her hallucinations.

She ran tiredly and lay on her back to the muddy ground, letting the mud get half of her body into her ears.

She is respectful, afraid, and hated of the masked person ... The masked person often falls into madness but never feels embarrassed.

In fact, Qi Yan has hardly lost his posture in the past year or two, and he can restrain himself even when he sees hallucinations. Just seeing the son of the enemy today disturbed her state of mind, plus another thing she was pressing and not facing.