little turtle in pocket

Chapter 60

Ninety-seven AD.

It began to rain lightly in the early morning, pattering endlessly, drawing a white curtain of water between the sky and the earth.

Wen Nuo leaned on the desk next to the window, quietly watching the dripping water curtain under the eaves, the moisture reflected in his eyes, making the dark black eyes sparkle.

Two slender and warm palms suddenly stretched out from behind and covered his eyes.

"Brother! Why are you doing this!"

The child's reproachful tone amused Wu Ming: "What are you thinking, you can't even hear me coming in?"

Wen Nuo grabbed Wu Ming's two palms, turned his face and looked up at him: "It's nothing. The weather is really annoying. It rains continuously when you come here, making you bored in the room all the time. I don't have any entertainment here to relieve boredom." .”

"What's the boredom?" Wu Ming lowered his head, and the tip of their noses almost touched, "Brother is very happy to see you, and you are not bored at all."

As soon as the words came out, Wu Ming regretted it. Seeing that Wen Nuo blushed and hid away, he hurriedly changed the subject: "Look, the rain outside has gradually stopped, shall we go out for a horse ride?"

Horseshoes crush the fragrant grass and crush the fragrant dust.When did the two teenagers walk side by side?

However, this luxuriant grass is no longer the clump of that day, nor is the person he used to be.

"Xiao Nuo." Wu Ming reined in the horse, mustered up his courage and looked at the silent beloved beside him, "I want to discuss something with you."

"what?"

Those dark eyes, with lingering melancholy in the confusion, made Wu Ming's heart stop for half a beat: "Well, the lotus in the south of the Yangtze River has already bloomed, and there will be lotus pods in half a month-- ----Let's go back with my brother."

"Lotus pod -----" Wen Nuo narrowed his eyes, looking at the distant horizon.

The wind blows, and the gentle ups and downs of the earth are like a mother's loving embrace-this is an experience that Wen Nuo has never had in his memory.

At the corner of the east corridor, there is a clump of peonies.Kexu didn't like the scent, so he took a detour every time.

The gazebo, which is rarely seen by people, has already been occupied.

Who could it be?At this hour, come to this desolate corner?General Xiao Li took his steps lightly and approached the gazebo slowly.

"How are things going over there?"

Can continue to be horrified, hearing this voice, it's the Inner Palace Manager Zhang!

It stands to reason that apart from the Holy Majesty and the head of the guard, that is, the head of the palace has a high position and authority, but it sounds like the person who answered the question was a little bit indifferent: "What about it?"

Manager Zhang coughed dryly: "I have delivered the news, you should tell me what you plan to do, right? Don't wait for something to happen and let someone else tell me!"

"This time, I'm afraid we really have to wait for something to happen and let others tell it!" The other person sneered again and again, and got goosebumps all over his body when he heard it, "Boss' order, time waits for no one, just cut the mess quickly and give it to me!" They ended up alone!"

"Hey!" Manager Zhang seemed to be taken aback, "Don't kill anyone!"

"So what?"

The stone bench in the pavilion was rubbing against the green brick floor, making a harsh sound, and Mr. Zhang was a little out of breath: "You guys have a sworn feud with him, but I don't! There's no point in risking your head for revenge! I knew— —”

"So what if I knew it earlier?" Another person also complained, "Since you have taken our money, you should take care of the matter for us, otherwise we will fall apart and no one will be settled!"

"Too bold you guys, too bold---"

What Manager Zhang was rambling about was exactly what Kexu had in mind.Who are these people?What did they do?Even implicated in human life?

The words that Kuiyin once said that day sounded faintly in my ears: "------You can't beat them------"

The corners of General Xiao Fang's mouth twitched.Can't fight?Ma'am, you underestimate your husband too much.

Dark clouds are gathering rapidly over the northwest corner, and another downpour is imminent.

Wu Ming looked up and looked back, "It's going to rain again, let's go back and talk about it."

Wen Nuo lowered his eyelids, as if he didn't hear anything.

"Xiao Nuo—"

After several years of fighting, the dark brown warhorse has already connected with its master.Wen Nuo's wrist shook slightly, and the horse's body jumped out like a dark lightning bolt, right in front of Wu Ming's yellow-maned horse.

In an instant, a bright red flower of blood bloomed on his shoulder. The stamen was a bronze arrow cluster, shining with a cold light.

"Damn!!!"

Just now, he was so focused on the reply he was expecting, that he didn't even hear the sound of the killer lurking in the grass!Wu Ming's eyes were about to burst, he rode his horse and charged back with a sword!

As soon as the sword was released, a black figure was startled in the grass, and it flew into the distance like a low-flying bird.

Wu Ming wanted to wait for the chase, but he felt something was wrong in his heart. Looking back, what he saw was a scene that broke his heart: the unconscious Wen Nuo had fallen into the saddle, his riding boots were heavy, and one foot was still in the stirrup. Unable to get away, he was being dragged by the frightened dark brown war horse and ran wildly all the way. The blood dripping from the wound on his chest was scattered on the grass leaves like scattered petals.

"Xiao Nuo!!!"

The completely hoarse voice was so strange to his ears.Everything that happened in front of him was like a nightmare that he couldn't break free from, and the joy just a moment ago seemed like a lifetime away, Wu Ming only felt that it was difficult to breathe, and his heart beat so fast that it seemed to burst in the next moment.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand and drew his sword. When he woke up, he had already thrown it as a weapon. Wu Ming secretly gritted his teeth, urged the horse forward, and chased after it, trying to stop the horse before it completely lost control.

Finally approaching, General Wu, relying on his familiar equestrian skills, tilted his body to remove the restraints of the stirrups, jumped up from the saddle, and flew towards the dark brown war horse.

The speed is too fast.Wu Ming meditated in his heart, while trying to correct his crooked posture, after a few bumps, he finally got on the horse's back.

He let out a small sigh of relief, but there was a scene in front of him that made him feel like he was falling into an ice cave: five feet away, the lush grass suddenly disappeared, and a stone cliff shone with a cold indigo light.

After this aimless rush, before they knew it, they were already on the rocky cliff by the Suozi River!

"Stop, stop!!"

Wu Ming's furious roar didn't work at all, the dark brown war horse couldn't hear the order at all, and rushed straight down the cliff!

Even though he has experienced hundreds of battles, he has never experienced the feeling of fear at this moment.Wu Ming desperately tried to turn the horse's head, his arms and the reins were tightly entangled until the blood was blocked and all senses were numb.

But deep down in his heart, he understood that it was too late.

Obviously, the dark brown warhorse had a tendon unique to horses that had been killed in the battlefield. Even if they couldn't tell the direction, they still only knew how to move forward desperately.

On the slippery grass after the rain, muddy and messy, the war horse finally crashed down a foot in front of the cliff, and the huge horse slid forward inertially.

The closer you get to the cliff, the more you can feel the ruthless power of nature.The north wind roared so loudly that Wu Ming couldn't hear anything, and his vision was extremely narrow, as if his whole body had been roasted into charcoal and turned into fly ash.

But he is still struggling, making one last effort, trying to grab the last ray of hope.

The wailing of war horses came from far away from the bottom of the ravine, and was immediately overshadowed by the huge roar of the turbulence.

Heartbroken Wu Ming barely opened his eyes, but was surprised to find a white and slender hand resting in the grass by the cliff in front of him.I don't have time to think about it right now, I staggered up and grabbed it!

Wen Nuo's boots were gone, his hair was in a mess, and the wound on his chest was still oozing blood slowly. He was hanging in the air, but his mind gradually came to his senses. He raised his face to look at General Wu who was holding his wrist, and his lips He moved, and silently said two words.

Wu Ming could tell from the shape of his lips that he said "let go", and couldn't help but feel heartbroken, and shouted: "No, never!!"

After yelling, Wu Ming realized that what he was holding happened to be the part of Wen Nuo's injured side. His lips were pale from the pain, and his entire face was completely drained of blood.

"Don't move around, I'll pull you up, I'll pull you up ---" Wu Ming murmured, knowing that the other party couldn't hear him at all, if he didn't talk to himself like this, he would go first collapsed.

The blood that flowed down the arm to the palm of the hand before turned into a lubricant. It was very difficult to hold on to Wen Nuo's hand, let alone pull it up!

The wind was still roaring in his ears, and Wu Ming felt that the hand in his palm was gradually losing its warmth and slowly slipping away from his grasp, and the despair in his heart deepened little by little.

There was actually a smile in those pair of deep black eyes, the extremely gentle smile seemed to be something that is no longer in the world.

In the end, the palm turned into a void.Wu Ming watched the slender and slender figure slowly fall, and the wind lifted the long chestnut hair and the black robe, revealing the jade-colored inner robe, swaying and flying gracefully like a dance.

When the turbulent flow encountered a boulder in the middle of the river, the splashed water mist was several feet high, transpiring and making noise, blocking the line of sight and making it impossible to see anything clearly.

Wu Ming's hand was still clenched downward, staying in place like a clay sculpture.For a long time, it wasn't until the wind blew on his cheeks that the cold and wet feeling told him that he had burst into tears at some point.