Chapter 334 (1/2)

334 don't worry about life (3)

The tattooed general was the horse general who begged he Zhen for her at the banquet that day. His leopard eyes were wide open and his hair and beard were open. He glared at the handmaid in front of him: ”evil slave, who is your master? How dare you bully Miss Weiyu so!”

The maid dared not say much and hung her head in silence. General Ma turned to look at her with a trace of pity in his eyes: ”girl, how are you?”

Huo Wanhua reluctantly smiled at him and indicated that he was all right. The horse general sighed: ”I didn't expect to see a girl here.”

Jun and Hou are always generous, but they refuse to give the girl to themselves. Ma Jiangjun has long been confused. I thought Jun Hou had a crush on the little girl. That's all right. Naturally, he didn't dare to argue with Jun Hou. But the girl was sent to suffer. He really didn't understand why the monarch refused to give her to himself?

She only smiled at him. The horse general's heart swung slightly, and the seven foot man showed a kind of pinching color. If this place was not the inner courtyard of the Marquis house, he really couldn't stay long. He would like to say more words with the girl.

Huo Wanhua lowered her head and quietly wiped the hundred foot high steps bit by bit. She didn't return to the humble stone room until the sun set and the moon rose gradually. Cistanche deserticola was enjoying the cool outside the stone room. Seeing her coming, he quickly said, ”are you back? I'll pour you some water.”

She was really thirsty. She took the tea bowl in the hand of Cistanche deserticola and drank it. Cistanche deserticola handed her a steamed bread: ”eat quickly. Those people don't know what to think. Let you a soft and weak little girl do rough work. I think it must be those old women who envy your beauty, so they want to fix you.”

Huo Wanhua smiled and thanked Cistanche deserticola. Ma Cistanche repeatedly called her ”polite” and looked at her curiously: ”look at your temperament and appearance, you must be the daughter of the aristocratic family. I don't know how to call you?”

Huo Wanhua smiled faintly: ”call me ah Wan.”

Ma Cistanche seemed to want to say something to her. Huo Wanhua smiled at her. She was too tired to listen to what she said. She shrank herself into the darkest corner of the wall, took off her blouse and covered her as a quilt, closed her eyes and rested.

Her fingers inadvertently moved to her heart. She quietly pulled the thin chain out of her clothes. At the end of the chain was a small bagpipe the size of a finger. She gently put the small bagpipe in her ear, listened to the tinkling sound, and couldn't help thinking of the scene when he walked in the swamp with her on his back.

She was crying endlessly, forcing he Zhen to pull a small, odd shaped thing out of her and tell her it was a bagpipe. It is said that the bagpipe is the voice of the Whisperer. As long as you sincerely read a person in your heart, his voice will be transmitted to your ears through the bagpipe.

Huo Wanhua put the bagpipe in his ear and listened for a while, but there was no sound. He Zhen told her expressionless that it was because she was not sincere enough. She keeps the bagpipe precious and important by her side and carries it with her day by day. She hopes that this little bagpipe will be moved by her sincerity one day.

Three years ago, he Zhen also picked up the bagpipe and whispered something behind her back... Then he solemnly told Huo Wanhua to let the bagpipe accompany her in his absence. As long as she reads him sincerely, she can hear what he just said from the bagpipe.

Unfortunately, she will never know what he said

Huo Wanhua gently held the bagpipe in his palm and shook it. He listened to the jingling sound. The string that had been stretched in his heart suddenly broke somehow. She shrunk her body smaller, and the warm tears gradually filled her eyes. She bit her lower lip and raised her head, trying to force those tears back to the bottom of her eyes, but the tears couldn't stop overflowing her eyes and rolling down like a string of beads.

The lip flap had been bitten, and there was a slight smell of blood in her mouth. Huo Wanhua closed her eyes tightly, and the scene three years ago reappeared in front of her.

She chose to kill her favorite people for the sake of the Huo family and the people all over the world from war and exile, but in the end

The fight between the eldest and second huangxiong is imminent. The Huo family is facing a situation of disintegration. The people of Li can't escape the coming mountain rain. All she sacrificed at the beginning is just in vain.

She held the bagpipe tightly in her hand and slept with tears in her eyes. But the next day, the horse general with tattoo on his face came to the door, stood outside the stone room, looked at Huo Wanhua and said with a smile, ”it's a coincidence to see Miss Weiyu again.”

”Micro feather?” Ma Cistanche was stunned. He guessed that the ”micro feather” was about a WAN's pseudonym and said with a smile: ”the general said Miss a WAN?”