The night is vast, and half a moon hangs in the high sky, slowly sprinkling a piece of silver light, shining on the vast land below with thousands of stars.

It was getting colder and even the sound of insects was less. There were only one or two rough and hoarse bird songs, combined with the shadow of trees rustling by the night wind, which made people even more creepy.

At this moment, a horse team drove in the distance, and under the moonlight, it was like a winding black dragon, heading towards the direction where Ping'an County was located at a very fast speed.

Yan Jiao lifted the curtains and, if nothing unexpected happened, met Pang Mu's eyes again. The latter showed concern, "Miss Yan, aren't you still sleeping?"

Yan Jiao sighed and shook his head, "Everyone is rushing, and I'm really too comfortable."

There are now three carriages in the convoy, one she is now in. The remaining two are equipped with Zhang Ming, Dashan and important physical evidence.

He naturally couldn't fall asleep while riding a horse, but everyone had been walking around for two days, all of whom were flesh and blood, so who was not tired? On the contrary, she didn't exert much effort behind her, but now she covered her head and fell asleep, always feeling a little embarrassed.

Pang Mu's eyes were soft, "You have made great contributions in this case, so what's the point of sleeping?"

Yan Jiao smiled and wanted to be modest, so he heard him say again: "Besides, it's useless to be awake."

The great Yan Jihuo wrote: "...Okay."

This is the truth, but... she tried hard to open her two dry eyes and said sincerely, "Sir, I can't sleep."

She had examined countless corpses, but for the first time she watched two vivid lives pass by.

No matter how many evil things the deceased did during his lifetime, the impact of this life passing could not be dissipated for a long time, so that when she closed her eyes, the scene of a blood-red fountain surging out of her red neck.

Yan Jiao leaned over the window and put his chin on the back of his hand, "Sir, how did you feel when you see someone die for the first time?"

Pang Mu was silent for a moment, shook his head, "I can't remember it."

On the battlefield, when will no one die? He has long been numb.

Yan Jiao also remembered this and pulled the corner of his mouth, "I'm just saying stupid things."

"A man died, it's nothing," Pang Mu controlled his horse with one hand, moved to the carriage, and said calmly, "Just get used to it."

He knew that this girl was not afraid of ghosts, but just couldn't get over this hurdle.

Pang Mu couldn't help but recall those days he was in the border area.

The continuous wars raged, burning every inch of land on the borders of several countries, smashing every room you can see, and destroying all the originally peaceful life.

Everyone was hungry and corpses were everywhere. Everyone sent away their familiar relatives and friends one after another, and then they were worried all the time: Who could send them away?

There was a time when there were more dead than living people.

If you want to survive, you must get used to it.

"It's all over." The girl's gentle voice suddenly sounded in her ears, like a warm hand, instantly pulling him back to reality.

Pang Mu subconsciously looked over and saw Yan Jiao smiling and looking at him, "It's all over."

She said it very lightly and softly, just like the spring flowers blooming after the cold winter, and the wind blowing from above the budding grass.

"I just think you're sad." She said, her eyes focused.

Pang Mu was stunned for a moment, and then laughed, "Yes, it's all over."

Yan Jiao decided to end the topic on the spot, so he talked to him and asked how cold the winter here is and what delicious food everyone eats during the Chinese New Year.

The things she asked were sometimes very jumping, but Pang Mu answered patiently.

I don’t know how long it took, but when he talked about Qi Yuan’s attempt to train a wild horse, he was kicked and swollen from his face. He could only drink porridge for half a month. Pang Mu smiled happily, but later realized that Yan Jiao seemed to have never responded since.

He turned his head and saw that the girl who had been yelling not long ago could not sleep was already quietly lying at the window and fell asleep.

She is already beautiful, even if she is just tilted, she has a unique temperament, like a bamboo growing quietly, both hard and flexible.

Pang Mu looked at him quickly and couldn't help but sigh, "I've lost all my weight."

Look at the tip of the chin.

But now he was more worried about: the road was bumpy, Miss Yan, you are lying on the window frame like this...

Before Pang Mu could finish his thoughts, the wheel of the carriage in front ran through a small pit, and the entire carriage was shocked. Pang Mu took a breath and waved his hands in the air for a few times, anxious and angry, but he didn't know where to start.

He once resisted 40,000 enemy troops with five thousand troops, and fought for a path of blood in desperate situations. Even in such a harsh environment, he had never paniced, but now...

Then, with a "bang", the hard and flexible girl Yan disappeared from the window.

Pang Mu's movement came to an abrupt end: "..."

Later, Yan Jiao appeared in his sight again, covering half of his red face, sleepy eyes, and burst into tears: "It hurts!"

Ahhhh, it hurts so much when it faces down in the hard carriage!

Pang Mu endured it again and again, but he couldn't help it after all, "Hahahaha!"

Qi Yuan also giggled foolishly afterwards, then pulled Tu Qing and said, "Old Tu, I'm happy to see the case solved, and I'm all dancing."

Tu Qing twitched the veins on his forehead, shook off his hand that was on his shoulder, and quietly stepped forward, and joined Liao Wuyan, who was thrusting his shoulders with laughter and shrugging.

Pang Mu: “…”

He began to think seriously about what kind of brains were so bad that he kept this idiot by his side?

After a quick start, Ping'an County Yamen and his group arrived smoothly the next afternoon. Everyone was greeted by the left-behind personnel from the yamen to welcome the hero like a triumphant and triumphant welcome.

"Miss Yan is back!"

"Thank you for your hard work in Miss Yan, look, you've lost weight!"

"Come on, be careful of the steps!"

"This box is so heavy, I'll help the girl carry it!"

"Have the girl eaten? Why did she come back at this time? She didn't sleep well at night?"

Pang Mu, Liao Wuyan, Qi Yuan, Tu Qing: "..."

Have you forgotten who?

Yan Jiao, who was sore all over his body, was surrounded by everyone and returned to the house. When he looked back, he found that the door was closed, and there was a neatly placed hot bath water, copper basin, changing clothes, and even a bowl of fragrant chicken noodle soup!

Who did it?!

Yan Jiao pinched his eyebrows hard, and after a long time, he found that there were too many goals that he could not remember at all.

She stared at these things for a long time and suddenly laughed.

It's great to go home.

Quiet, comfortable, calm and comfortable, she has never felt like she was now, and she felt that this was her home.

After rushing for a day, there was almost no rest in the middle and he couldn't sleep well. Yan Jiao was really hungry and sleepy now.

Considering that she had had the experience of fainting when taking a bath on an empty stomach, she should eat noodles first.

Needless to say, such good noodles with almost no difference in thickness must have been made by Aunt Zhao.

The noodles were mixed with spinach juice, looking at it, which was very refreshing, and it was suitable for the fragile stomach after the exhaustion of the journey. Their head also imitated the dishes she had when she made mutton noodles, and interlaced with fragrant shredded chicken, tender green vegetables, and a golden lard fried poached egg and a few pieces of braised tofu.

Unexpectedly, she was not idle these days after going out, and even figured out the colorful noodles.

Just now, I was a little hungry. At this moment, a large bowl of noodles with all colors, fragrance and flavor were placed in front of me. The Five Insect Temples in Yan Jiao's belly had rebelled and kept shouting.

She quickly washed her hands and face before she was about to sit down when she heard Mrs. Yue’s voice coming from outside the door, “Girl Yan, I’ve brought you two new clothes.”

"Old lady," Yan Jiao went over and opened the door. Seeing that she was indeed holding two sets of new dresses in her hand, both elegant and elegant colors, thick fabrics, fine stitches, delicate patterns on the collars, and cuffs. He hurriedly said, "I haven't worn the first few sets for a few days, I'm exhausting you."

"I will be tired from now on!" The old lady smiled and stuffed her clothes into her arms, saying happily, "The lady who Tiankuo found for me was here a few days ago. The flying needle thread was indeed very capable. The flower embroidery was vivid, and I couldn't even insert it!"

"That's good, but it's just that you've spent your material." Yan Jiao was a little more comfortable, and then looked at the patterns of his clothes carefully. He was shocked to find that there were several places he thought were printed and dyed, which were actually embroidered. He couldn't help but be amazed.

If you have such exquisite embroidered clothes, if you put them in later generations, you will probably not be able to take them down without five figures!

"What's this! You kid just want to see me," the old lady pretended to be angry and said with a look of pain. "You don't know. I opened the box to find materials before and found that several of them had bugs because they didn't move for a long time. They had holes in the holes and saw that they couldn't make large items. Hi, it's a pity! It would be great if you came a few days ago and then put them in!"

There is no concept of chemical fiber at all. They are made of pure natural materials such as cotton, linen, wool, and so on. They are essentially proteins, so they are very easy to break.

When Yan Jiao heard this, he sighed.

"Hi, look at my old and confused verboseness," the old lady raised her hand and patted herself, and pushed her back with a smile. "You have just come back, and I will be busy here again. The outer clothes, middle clothes and inner clothes are all in place. Good boy, hurry up and eat some food to cushion, soak it in a good way, and sleep firmly, let's talk again."

Yan Jiao was really tired now, so he didn't be polite to her. He thanked her again, so he hurried back to eat noodles and take a bath again.

The old lady gave her clothes and thought about it for a while. After all, she was worried. She turned to her warehouse and flipped through some bird's nests to soak in it.

This child was pitiful. When he went out, he lost weight. He turned around and asked the kitchen to make some bird's nest porridge for her to replenish it.

It happened that Xinghua came to give snacks, and the old lady said this again, remembering the Xinghua firmly.

When he was about to leave later, Xinghua smiled and said, "The old lady treats Miss Yan so well."

The old lady also laughed, "It's rare that there is such a honest child who doesn't bother me, and is generous and open-minded. How can I not love me? I'm not here these days, and my heart is empty, as if I'm missing a piece."

"Miss Yan is good!" Xinghua nodded in agreement and said, "By the way, the adults have sent someone to ask about your situation just now, saying that the official business is busy and they have to wait for dinner before coming to pay their respects."

I thought the old lady would say something comforting and ask about her well-being, but she was stunned for a moment and then said.

Ah, I almost forgot that it was my son!

After so many years, I have been used to the fact that their men have grown up and are missing for many years as soon as they go out. Now they have only been back in just three or five days, and I really feel a little uncomfortable.

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To be continued...