goddess above

Chapter 122
Jing Yu took two steps back, but then stopped and looked at Ming Huai: "Do you believe me now?"

He hooked the corner of his lips: "That's right."

She nodded with a smile in her eyes: "Thank you."

After resting for an hour or two, the sky lightened slightly. The guards who stopped the assassin yesterday also came back. The group ate some food and went on the road again. Because there was still some distance from Lizheng's camp, the assassin was very arrogant. They kept chasing along the way, although Minghuai and the others were strong, but there were few of them, and Minghuai was injured now, so he was a little weaker, and the snowy road was slippery, when he arrived at Zheng Jun's camp, he was ten years old. five.

Jing Yu changed her clothes as early as in the carriage, dressed in tatters as a female slave, lowered her head and followed Fei Yu to the female slave camp, telling the guards that she had just been arrested, while Ming Huai was called by Ming Wu and Ming De. go.

The female slave camp temporarily set up before the battle was even more shabby and casual than the one in Nanyang. It was next to the horse pen, and there was a stench from a distance. In the twelfth lunar month of winter, most people wear worn cotton clothes, and some even wear thin linen clothes. Their faces are blue and white, their hands and feet are blue from the cold, and several people have to huddle together to keep warm.

Jing Yu walked in and saw that there were people in the place sheltered from the wind, so she randomly found a slightly clean place to sit down, although it was closer to the wind, but she didn't feel cold.

After all, Ming Huai was quite conscientious, so he took off the fire-twisted velvet jacket he was wearing and gave it to Jing Yu. Once he put it on, it was like hugging a big stove, not cold at all.

This thing is a treasure, almost priceless, the empress has one, but a few years ago Deyang called it cold, the empress gave that gown to Deyang, Jingyu did not expect that Minghuai also had one, although It was a bit too big for her, but she couldn't tell if she was wearing a linen jacket and a ragged cotton jacket.

Just after sitting down for a while, someone came over, Jing Yu didn't look at anyone, his eyes were attracted by the visitor's shoes with several holes in them, and through the holes, he could still see his purple toes from the cold.

"Hua Jin."

this voice
Jing Yu immediately stood up, looking at the disheveled female slave in front of her with a little surprise: "Tao Zhuo? You're still here?"

The life in the female slave camp is not easy, and she has been ill in Nanyang, there is no doctor or medicine, and the cold wind blows all the way here, the life is not as good as before, it is a great fortune to survive, but the beauty is not as good In the past, his face was yellow and thin, and he looked haggard.

She was like a haggard tree, with a trace of resentment in her dim eyes: "You want me to die, but I won't die."

In order to prevent her from using some bad tricks to kill him, Jing Yu pretended to take two steps away inadvertently: "Whether you live or die has nothing to do with me."

Tao Zhuo approached her: "If it wasn't for you, why would I have ended up like this?"

Jing Yu felt a little cold on his back, and took two more steps before saying: "According to the principle of first come, first served, I was the first to serve by the side of the ninth son, and it has nothing to do with me whether the son will keep you or not, why is it all on my head?" ?
Tao Zhuo had already revealed a sharpened wooden stick that he was holding tightly in his hand, and was about to stab Jing Yu. Many female slaves around saw it, but they all looked on coldly, as if they hadn't seen it. .

Jing Yu suddenly turned around, grabbed her wrist with one hand, and kicked her on the leg involuntarily. How could Tao Zhuo, who is weak, be better than Jing Yu, who had been recuperating in Anzhou for several days?For this reason, he fell to the ground.

(End of this chapter)