Wherever Jiang Buwan passed, the sound of small comments always accompanied her.
Xiang Zhihan's hearing is much more sensitive than Jiang Buwan's, and the comments from the surrounding neighbors are heard in his ears. Every word is straightforward and heartbreaking, enough to destroy a person who has not yet grown up. juvenile.
Xiang Zhihan looked up at her calm profile. He wanted to comfort her, but now he was just a kitten, a kitten that couldn't speak.
What can a cat do?
When Jiang Buwan was wandering in Mingdu, he had a group of friends who got along well with each other. They were all little beggars wandering in Mingdu.
Don't underestimate this group of people. Everything that happens in this city, big or small, cannot be hidden from their eyes.
"Wanwan, I haven't seen you for a long time."
"I heard something happened to your family, are you okay?"
"Wanwan... don't be too sad, we are still with you."
Jiang Buwan came to a desolate and abandoned temple. There were many beggars gathered inside. They were sitting lazily. When they saw Jiang Buwan, they immediately became energetic. They gathered around her and spoke comforting words to her. .
They have never gone to school and have no literary talent, but every word comes from the heart.
Jiang Buwan smiled and said, "I'm fine, you don't have to worry about me."
"I came here today to ask you two things."
"First thing, do you know which young man from the prime minister's house is the one who killed my aunt and uncle just to please his sweetheart? And which family is that woman from?"
"The second thing is, do you know which young master in the Prime Minister's Mansion has the word "Feng" in his name?"
The little beggars looked at each other, unsure of what Jiang Buwan wanted to do.
But they had been close friends for a long time. After knowing that something happened at Jiang Buwan's family, they had already found out the ins and outs of the matter.
"Wanwan, don't be impulsive."
"Yeah, you can't let anything happen again."
Jiang Buwan knew that everyone was worried about her, and she felt warm in her heart and said, "Don't worry, I will take care of myself."
After she finished speaking, she noticed that there was one missing person in the crowd, and couldn't help but ask, "Where's the thin man? Why didn't you see him?"
Several people's eyes turned red and they said sadly, "Skinny guy is dead."
"Dead?" Jiang Buwan was surprised, "How did you die?"
"That day he went to the street to beg. The young master from Shangshu Mansion got drunk and was upset, so he beat the thin man to death."
Jiang Buwan's eyes were dim. She looked around at the people in the ruined temple. After she returned to her aunt and uncle's house, she would hide the pocket money that her aunt and uncle gave her and help them. She would sometimes fish in the river. He also didn't forget to give them things like fish or pheasants and rabbits he caught in the woods.
But even with her help, their lives were not good.
"Why didn't anyone tell me?" Jiang Buwan asked softly.
The people who were chattering just now were silent at this time, but Jiang Buwan already understood their thoughts.
She had a hard time when the thin man died, so why would they use such a thing to add to her sorrow again?
"Wanwan, the person who ordered your uncle's arrest that day was the eldest son of the Prime Minister's Palace. As for his sweetheart, I heard that she is the young lady of the General's Palace."
"As for Feng, the second son of the Prime Minister's family has the word "Feng" in his name."
"Thank you." Jiang Buwan's eyes lit up and he thanked him repeatedly.
Jiang Buwan looked at the corner of the ruined temple again, that spot was once the thin man's favorite spot.
She still remembers the first time she met Shouzi, and they fought over a piece of steamed bun.
Later, the two didn't get to know each other, and she was brought here by the thin man.
In this world, the lives of common people are of low value, and anyone can kill them at will.
"Wanwan, do you... need our help?"
Jiang Buwan didn't even look back. She waved her hand and said, "No, when I come back next time, I'll treat you to roast chicken."
Her voice was normal, but her face facing away from them was stained with tears.
She was alone in this world, and even if her trip failed, she would be dead if she died.
But she can no longer drag others down.
If she had gone to the Prime Minister's Mansion alone, Xu Ji would not have died in such a miserable way.
She walked out of the ruined temple and saw Xiaobai standing obediently at the door waiting for her. There was a flower in its mouth, a beautiful light blue hyacinth.
It jumped forward and then raised its head, as if it wanted to give the flower to her.
Jiang Buwan was surprised by Xiaobai's intelligence. She often felt that Xiaobai was more than just a cat. He was like her most reliable and closest friend, who would comfort her, accompany her, and help her.
Wherever she goes, he follows her, seemingly never abandoning her.
Jiang Buwan took the hyacinth from Xiaobai's mouth, and the small light blue flowers bloomed one by one in her palm.
They are close together like a family that will never be separated.
"Thank you, Xiaobai."
Xiang Zhihan meowed and raised his cat's paw. He wanted to pat her gently as a comfort, but instead he pressed his paw on Jiang Buwan's forehead. Both of them were stunned, or one person was stunned. "cat".
Their faces were very close to each other, with only a hyacinth plant between them. The beard on its face brushed against Jiang Buwan's face, which made it a little itchy.
Jiang Buwan looked into his round and moist eyes, and she seemed to really see a handsome young man in his eyes who was much older than her.
She blinked, trying to look again, but there was nothing.
She shook her head, stood up, and whispered, "Could it be that Xiaobai is really a cat demon?"
She and Xiaobai were about to leave, but they were stopped again, "Wanwan."
Jiang Buwan turned around, and Goudan came up panting.
Goudan is the oldest among them, and he usually takes good care of them, like an older brother.
"What's wrong? Brother Dog."
"You were in such a hurry just now that I almost forgot to tell you." Goudan looked a little hesitant, "I thought you would be interested in this news."
"what news?"
"I heard that the young masters from the Prime Minister's Palace will go to Beishan for hunting in seven days, and the young lady from the General's Palace is also among them."
North Hill? Jiang Buwan's eyes lit up. There were many mountains and forests in Beishan, but it was much easier for her than to guard them in the city.
"Thank you, Brother Dog. This news is very important to me."
Goudan thought for a while and said, "If you need help, just call us."
"good."
After Jiang Buwan returned, he picked two weapons from home, carried some dry food on his back, and went up the mountain.
She needs to understand the topography of Beishan in advance before she can plan a complete retreat.
She still hopes to live, not for anything else, but simply to live.
The night on Beishan Mountain is very scary. The night wind blows wildly, blowing the woods and making a whirring sound like a ghost crying and a wolf howling. It is pitch black outside the cave. The world is so vast. It feels like you are the only one, and it seems like there are countless monsters hidden in the darkness. The next second It will suddenly rush out and tear you to pieces.
What I want to write about in my next book are modern novels, ancient novels, western fantasy, fairy tales, and treasures. Which themes do you want to read?
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