Dancing in the Wind
44 Eight, Spring Flowers First Dew, Cold Arms Soaked in Blood 3

Zhu Ming C

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"I don't have it either." Qian Yanya shook her head and sighed. Wu Yuying burst into tears,"Sister must have been eaten by that tiger!"”

"If that's the case, there should be traces of blood, hair, bones, torn clothes, jewelry, and other things nearby, because large beasts won't take their prey too far away. But we didn't find anything. This means that the little master is still alive.”

It was dark, and there were dense wildfires everywhere. Wu Yuying sat by the fire and looked at the countless wildfire around her. She said sadly,""Even the forest mourned for sister.”

After Wu Tengfeng was thrown down the mountain, she was caught by a tree branch several times. In the end, she fell into the river and lay quietly in the water, floating down with the current. The frightened fish that had fled in all directions gathered together again and curiously used their mouths to pull at the threads on the broken white clothes.

On the shore, a thin boy with a mole at the corner of his right eye was struggling in the water, hoping to catch a few fish before dark. Suddenly, a few strands of red silk and torn pieces of blood-stained cloth floated into the water. The boy picked up the piece of cloth, sniffed it under his nose, and went upstream."It's the smell of blood. Is someone injured?”

A white figure floated over from afar. The boy rushed into the shoulder-deep river, hugged the person who floated over, and dragged her to the shore with difficulty. Wu Tengfeng was dragged ashore. The boy sat down on the shore and looked at Wu Tengfeng." He was at most 20 years old, and his white robe made of fine silk was badly damaged, especially the collar, which seemed to have been torn by some beast. She had a slender figure and her eyes were tightly shut. The mole at the corner of her right eye looked like a teardrop that was about to fall. There was an inch-long scar on her right cheekbone and a mole on the lower right corner of her chin. Although her face was deathly pale, it could not hide her natural beauty. She was holding a Hetian jade dagger tightly in her hand. Her neck was covered in wounds and blood kept flowing. Her pure white hair was knee-length, and her wet bangs were messily stuck to the Double Dragons Playing with the Pearl bracelet.

It was already dark. The boy tried many first aid measures but to no avail. He put his finger under his nose and found that Wu Tengfeng was no longer breathing. He went back to the house, took out a hoe, lit the pine branches, and began to dig. After digging for a long time, the child was already sweating and panting, but he only dug two feet deep.

The wound on Wu Tengfeng's neck soon disappeared. After a while, she opened her eyes and sat up. She looked around, scratched her chin, and stood up shakily, patting the panting child's shoulder.

The child looked at her in shock, not knowing what to say. His dirty, black face was full of surprise. After a long time, he squeezed out a sentence."Sister, aren't you already dead?”

"I am dead, but I can be resurrected. Do you think I'm dead and you're going to dig a hole to bury me?”Wu Tengfeng's face was deathly pale, and her voice was extremely weak.

The child suddenly became happy. He raised his hands and jumped up and down."You must be the big fairy sister that I begged the heavens to give me, right? Otherwise, how could you be resurrected? And only fairies from the sky could be so beautiful.”

Wu Tengfeng was so surprised that her jaw almost fell off. Seeing that the child was so happy, she couldn't bear to disappoint him, so she nodded.

"After nightfall, the cold air in the mountains is heavy. Sister, what's your name? How old are you? My name is Wei Baolong, and I'm ten years old this year."

"Wu Tengfeng, also known as Piao Zhao, Zhao of the Sun and Moon, twenty years old. This, this is your house? Where are your parents? Did you go out?" Wu Tengfeng scratched his chin and looked at the low and shabby thatched cottage, then at Wei Baolong. Tears rolled down Wei Baolong's face."My parents died in the war three years ago.”

"Men don't cry easily. Don't cry. As long as you remember them, they will definitely be watching you from the heavens.”Wu Tengfeng scratched her chin and squatted down to wipe away Wei Baolong's tears.

Wei Baolong sniffled and hugged Wu Tengfeng's neck.""Sister, I pray to God every day to give me a big sister, and…Sister, can you promise me?”

Wu Tengfeng couldn't help but laugh at this naive question. She scratched her chin and saw Wei Baolong looking at her with a sincere and pleading gaze, but she still rejected it immediately."You can't. You're still so young."

"I'm ten years old, not young anymore. You can't refuse."

"Alright, I'll wait for you for ten years.”Wu Tengfeng was stunned for a long time. She could not bear to refuse, so she had to agree. Wei Baolong cheered and excitedly poured water into the pot, adding dried cassava and wild peas. Due to long-term malnutrition, the ten-year-old child was dark and short. He was only as tall as a seven-year-old child and was almost skinny.

Wu Tengfeng's heart ached. She scratched her chin, cleaned up everything, and stewed the porridge on the fire. She walked out of the thatched cottage, and a moment later, she carried four big fish that were more than a foot long and still struggling with their tails into the house.

"Sister, you're amazing!"

Wu Tengfeng scratched her chin and smiled gently. She skillfully cut the fish, skewered it with branches, and roasted it over the fire. In just a short while, the fragrance of the porridge had already spread out, and the fish was also cooked.

Wu Tengfeng scooped the porridge, removed the fish, and handed it to Wei Baolong. Wei Baolong wolfed down the food. It seemed like he hadn't eaten anything good for a long time."Sister, the food you made is really delicious. How did you make it so well with the same ingredients and seasonings?”

"Eat slowly. Don't choke on it.”

"Sister, help me bathe." After dinner, Wei Baolong shamelessly pulled Wu Tengfeng back. Wu Tengfeng could only scratch her chin at the little brat's shameless request. She boiled the water and adjusted the temperature carefully. She carried Wei Baolong into the bathtub and scrubbed him carefully. Finally, she washed his face and scratched the little guy's nose."Look at how dirty you are. You've already washed three basins of black water. How long has it been since you last bathed?”

Wei Baolong stuck out his tongue mischievously and quickly dried his body before getting into bed. Wu Tengfeng scratched her chin and stroked Wei Baolong's hair. She pulled him out of bed to dry his hair."This child looks much better after being washed. Don't sleep with wet hair, or you'll get dizzy. Your hair is dirty and messy like a chicken nest, and it's full of lice. Washing your hair is the most difficult thing. You have to learn to take good care of yourself."

"Sister is so good. She's as good as my mother and knows how to take care of people.”

"It's probably because I have a younger sister who's the same age as you and has never let me worry. It's getting late. Go to sleep." Wu Tengfeng scratched her chin and coaxed him to sleep. Then, she sat cross-legged on the ground, leaned against the wall, and closed her eyes to sleep. Even so, the unique, unapproachable, and inborn majesty of an emperor was still released from her.

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