Mu Fulan embarked on the road to the west. She left the Central Plains, passed through the Xiguan, passed through the vast Hexi, and followed the old road she had walked by, leaving Jialin, Yanzhi, Heli, climbed the mountain alone. After many Guanshan Mountains, she went west for hundreds of miles. On this day, she finally arrived at the foot of Tianshan Mountain.

There is only the last three or two days left here to her destination. And the season has already entered winter from the autumn when she set out.

What I saw along the way was different from the year she remembered. I still remember that year that year, it was desolate and sparsely populated. This time, this ancient road that had been destroyed in the wind, sand and snowy areas, still encounters camel caravans traveling between the Western Regions and Hexi from time to time. On the way, some post stations for merchants and camel caravans to provide supplies and rest.

At noon, the snow was getting heavier and heavier. When passing a post station next to the road, the guide said that this was the last place on the road to Jincheng Road where people could rest.

The follower showed his tired expression on many faces, and Mu Fulan called to stop, and made a fire to heat the food. When he was resting, he suddenly heard a woman's groaning of pain from a tent near him.

The tent was made of solid cowhide, with dozens of camels parked outside, dozens of horse-drawn carriages, and hundreds of people, all dressed outside the territory. It can be seen that the owners and the family seemed to have stopped here for some time, but the people did not hide in the tent regardless of the wind and snow, but gathered outside the cowhide tent, as if they were anxiously waiting for something.

Half a day before darkness. After resting, Mu Fulan was about to set off, but when she saw this, she couldn't help but hesitate. She was listening carefully when a man in his thirties, a thick eyebrows and high nose suddenly ran out of the tent. He knelt down in the snow with a "thump" sound, his face pale, his eyes looked at the sky, and he kept kowtowing and praying.

Mu Fulan had already guessed what was happening in the cowhide tent. Although she was in a hurry to get on the road and wanted to get to where she wanted to go earlier, she still spoke out almost out of instinct and ordered the guide to ask what was going on, saying, "Go and tell him, I may be able to help him."

The guide left as he said a few words to the man. The man turned around suddenly and looked at him.

Mu Fulan traveled westward, from top to bottom, all dressed up in ordinary costumes, only to look for someone, and even the guide hired in Hexi didn't know her identity, let alone this Western Region man. He heard that she might be able to help, and he looked ecstatic, climbed up from the snow, ran towards her, and kept gestured with his hands, and spoke in a whisper.

The guide hurriedly explained: "He is one of the rich businessmen in the Kingdom of Kuvira, named Daman. He has admired the Kingdom of the East for a long time. At the beginning of the year, one was to trade and the other was to see, and followed the King's envoy to go to Shangjing with him. His wife was the daughter of a priest of Kuvira. He could speak the words of the Kingdom of Shang, so he took him with him. He stayed in Shangguo for more than half a year and wanted to return west before the snow was blocked. When she arrived here, she stopped when she gave birth. Since last night, she has not given birth yet."

Mu Fulan asked the followers to continue to rest, and immediately entered the tent.

On the ground in the tent, a young woman in her twenties lay, with her belly bulging and blood all over the ground. She was as if she was exhausted and dying. Several servants who served were surrounded by her, all of whom were pale and frightened. She was talking in a lingering manner. When she saw Mu Fulan enter, she was as if she had seen a savior and hurriedly made way out.

After Mu Fulan cleaned her hands, she had a brief conversation with the mother, and then comforted her softly, asking her not to be afraid, and massage her abdomen to help her give birth. She also asked someone to feed her some sugar water and food. When her physical strength recovered, she demonstrated that she would follow her to accumulate strength and exert force.

Her calm voice seemed to be carrying a force to soothe people's hearts. The woman gradually calmed down and did everything.

Half a day later, the man who was waiting anxiously outside the tent heard a cry of a baby falling to the ground from the tent. He was told by the servant who ran out that his wife had given birth to a baby boy. The mother and son were safe. He couldn't help but be ecstatic. He turned around and threw himself into the snow again. After thanking the sky, he immediately ordered his subordinates to bring out fine wine, slaughter the sheep and ignite the fire to celebrate.

Outside the tent, a burst of cheers rang out.

It was already dark and the snow had not stopped. Mu Fulan knew that today was going to be delayed, so she asked her subordinates to set up a tent and planned to spend the night here and wait until tomorrow morning before embarking on the road.

This inn, which is becoming increasingly deserted due to heavy snow, is very lively tonight. Even though the wind and snow are raging, it cannot stop the bonfires, and tents can be seen everywhere, with the sound of food everywhere.

Daman was grateful to Mu Fulan and ordered people to send me wine lambs. Mu Fulan gave them to his entourage. After changing clothes in his tent, he didn't care about rest, so he returned to Daman's wife's tent and told her to pay attention to postpartum.

The woman's face was filled with a happy smile and she kept nodding.

Mu Fulan looked at the little baby sleeping in her arms. Although she was still tired, her mood seemed to be infected and her joy gradually became brighter.

Daman followed him into the tent and seemed to have drunk a lot of wine, with red faces and said something to Mu Fulan. His wife asked him to speak: "Madam, my husband said, "Look at your group, it doesn't look like a business trip, how could you get to this place? In a few days, the road will be covered with snow, and at least next spring, the traffic will be restored. If you want to go to the Western Regions, you can walk with us. My husband has a wide range of friends. You have helped us so much, and he is very willing to serve you."

Mu Fulan smiled and gently touched the baby's soft hair. Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly heard a cheer coming from outside again, as if a group of passers-by were coming here. Hearing this movement, the man seemed to not only know Daman's group, but also be respected.

Accompanied by cheering, a follower of Daman ran out of the tent and shouted a few words. His face immediately showed joy, and he hurriedly said to Mu Fulan and walked out quickly.

The woman hurriedly accused her husband of her husband: "Madam, don't blame him for being rude. He said that the Lord of Jincheng returned to the city and had just passed by here. Madam, you don't know that my husband's camel caravan had met a nomadic cavalry from the north in Tianshan before, and was rescued by him. Not only did I, Kubiluo, Dayuan, Anxi, Gumo and other countries, were also protected by him, so I could feel at ease to travel around the world and everyone treated him like a god. Unexpectedly, when he passed by tonight, my husband was in a hurry to pay homage to him, so he neglected his wife..."

The woman was still apologizing to her for her husband's actions, but Mu Fulan didn't pay attention to what she was saying anymore. She pressed against the tent door that separated the inside and outside, held her breath and listened carefully.

The lively atmosphere outside followed the arrival of the group and reached a climax. The merchant from the Kubira Kingdom seemed to be toasting the other party, wanting to keep him and share with him the joy of his joy of being Lin'er today.

Amid the noise filled with ears, a man's laughter faintly floated into her ears.

The man who made a laugh seemed to be very happy. After the laughter, he continued to talk to Daman. She couldn't understand what he said, but how could she ignore this sound?

As she traveled westward, her mood was no longer as distant as the initial hatred was hard to go, and she was full of mountains and rivers. The closer she wanted to go, the more she felt as if she was close to the hometown, the more panic and uneasy her old friends were still lingering in her heart and could not be removed.

She didn't expect that so soon, just tonight, when she seemed to be completely prepared, she suddenly met him here.

Her heartbeats like a drum. She closed her eyes and let out a long breath, stretched out her hand, slowly opened the door of the tent, opened a gap, and looked out.

The sky was pitch black, the north wind was howling, and in the heavy snow, beside a bonfire dozens of feet away from her, she saw a man wearing a snow cloak and full of beards. Even though he was surrounded by people, the tall figure in the crowd was still very conspicuous, and you could see it at a glance.

The man took a cup of hot wine from Daman's hand, drank it in one gulp, and said with a smile: "Congratulations, thank you for your invitation. I passed by here tonight and saw it so lively, so I came to take a look. My camp was below the foothills in front of me, and I'll just go there. I'll stay with your wife, I won't disturb you anymore. I'll visit you later."

He left the crowd surrounding him, walked towards the dozens of cavalrymen who were still waiting for him on the road, got on horseback, said goodbye to Daman who was seeing him off, and then rode his horse and continued to move forward.

There seemed to be a fire in the chest, which suddenly started to set off.

Mu Fulan rushed out and called out toward the back in front of her: "Xie Changgeng--"

The north wind passing through the distant mountain gorge, in conjunction with her call, whistling shrillly above her head.

He didn't hear it, and his figure was about to sink into the dark snowy night in front of him.

"Xie Changgeng--"

She faced the north wind, called him again, and ran towards the back in front of her desperately.

She chased to the side of the road, but the person in front of her was gone. She stepped on the thick snow and continued chasing her. She accidentally entered the path with a piece of snow that was deeper than her calf. Her feet were stuck and she could not pull them out again.

"Xie, Chang, Geng—"

She made the last sound of yelling sound that was so broken and hoarse that she was torn apart by the north wind and swallowed without a trace in an instant.

She could no longer hold it back, covered her face with her hands, bent over, and squatted slowly.

Daman and her entourage chased after him, stopped near him, and looked at his back squatting in the snow in surprise.

"Madam, are you looking for the city lord? Don't worry, you go back to the account first, and I will chase him on behalf of Mrs.

Daman immediately ordered someone to bring his horse over.

Mu Fulan turned the back of her hand, pressed her sore eyes, opened her eyes, and stood up.

She shook her head and was about to speak when she suddenly stopped.

A man, riding a horse, broke through the night and was heading back here.

His speed was not fast, and he slowly drove back in the wind and snow, as if he was a little hesitant.

Daman shouted "City Lord" in surprise and immediately chased after him. He chased the man's horse, said a few words, then raised his hand and pointed in the direction of Mu Fulan.

The person on the horse's back followed his point, raised his eyes and looked at her place, and it seemed to be frozen by the wind and snow all over the sky, stopped in place, and his figure frozen.

Mu Fulan's blood was boiling in an instant, and she pulled out her legs and feet that were deeply trapped in the snow, and continued to walk towards him with difficulty in the wind and snow.

He looked at it steadily until a strong wind blew her thin-clothed body like a branch in the snow, shaking and falling, and seemed to come back to his senses and quickly turned over from the horse's back.

Her feet were once again stuck in snow. She stopped, stood, and looked at the man opposite who was walking towards her.

His steps were a little solemn at first, and gradually, he walked faster and faster. However, just as he was about to walk in front of her, he suddenly stopped again and stopped in the snow several steps away from her.

The two of them looked at each other in this way, and neither of them moved forward nor spoke.

The north wind blew the snowflakes and called her in front of her.

"Chang Geng..."

She looked at the person opposite whose face was hidden in the dim snow, and finally called him softly, trying to walk towards him again, trying to completely complete the last few steps between them.

Just as she stepped forward, the figure in front of her flashed, and the man had arrived in front of her. He untied the hair on his body, covered her whole body from head to toe, then grabbed her hand tightly, took her to the horse, held her on the back, and then got on the horse himself, and followed many surprised gazes from behind, and rode away.

The breath was filled with her familiar breath. The countless memories of the old days were gradually awakened at this moment, and little by little, gathered into a stream and rushed towards her. She closed her eyes, curled tightly in the man's arms, and under the wrapped warm wool, she let him take him to any place ahead that she didn't know or care about.

I don't know how long it took, but finally arrived at a place. She was carried off from the horse's back. After putting it down, she gently took away the hair that had been covering her with one hand.

She opened her eyes and found that she was already in the tent. The wind and snow were blocked from outside. The heating furnace was burning in the corner. The yak lamp was on, emitting a ball of orange-red light that it was unique to, covering everything in the tent with a warm halo.

Many years ago, it was also such a snowy night. At the foot of the Tianshan Mountains, she seemed to have seen the same light, which was quietly lit by her side. And that night, the person who was in the same tent with her was also by her at the moment, but after sending her into the tent and putting her down, he looked at her silently without saying a word.

She sat up and stared at the face of a man who had a chaotic beard beside her, both familiar and as if he had a bit of strangeness. After looking at it for a long time, her eyes could not blink.

Under her gaze, he seemed to be gradually unable to calm down. He slowly raised his hand, touched his face, and said softly: "I'm old, right? You still look like you used to..."

The moment he heard him say this, tears seemed to have broken the strings of pearls suddenly burst out, blurring her gaze.

She shook her head vigorously, pounced at him, pressing her face against his matte, bearded face and started crying.

He comforted her and told her not to cry. Instead, she cried harder and harder. Finally, she stretched out her arms to him, as if the little girl asking for her arms, wrapped around his neck, hugged her tightly, and refused to let go.

He calmed for a moment, suddenly raised his arms, hugged her body into his arms, tightened his arms, and did not let go.
Chapter completed!