Chapter 334

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?"

The horse general was stunned. Seeing the slender figure, he hung his head in embarrassment and said "um" in his mouth. Ma Cistanche had been chatting with him for a while just now because they had the same surname. She was born of a common woman and never pleased her aunt at home. Otherwise, she would not be captured by Wu Jun when running for her life. It is very unlikely that her family will come to save her. Now I meet such a rough man who has a high position in Wu Jun, although he has tattoos and looks scary. But if you can marry him as the general's wife, at least you don't have to suffer in this ghost place. It's also a good choice.

But General Ma didn't seem to mean anything to her. Instead, he asked ah Wan East and West, looking very considerate.

General Ma came again the next day. Cistanche deserticola was specially powdered today. When he saw General Ma coming, he hurried forward and praised him: "General Ma is elegant today."

Today, General Ma specially wore a elegant robe. Compared with the handsome and unmarried of the Marquis of Wu, he is far from it, but he also looks heroic. General Ma was praised by her, but he was speechless. His eyes only secretly looked at Huo Wanhua. The Cistanche deserticola looked both angry and funny. He was angry that he had painted his eyebrows and eyes for a long time, but he flattered the blind. The tattooed general was not interested in himself. The smile is that this man is honest and sincere. He flattered him. He really took it seriously. He really thought he was a handsome childe.

General Ma didn't look at Cistanche deserticola in Italy at all. His eyes only chased the "awan girl". Seeing that she was going out with a rag and a heavy bucket, he quickly grabbed the bucket from her hand: "I... I'll do it for you."

Before Huo Wanhua could speak, the general had rushed out with a bucket. He moved as fast as if he were going to march on the battlefield. He seemed to have endless strength, and soon wiped the steps up and down for her. As for whether it's dry or not, he's a powerful general. Who dares to say half a "no"?

Huo Wanhua followed him and looked at him awkwardly. He wiped the ground neatly and threw the heavy bucket aside. The stout woman in charge of guarding her said, "I'll give you the rest!"

"Miss ah Wan, let's go for a walk in the garden..." General Ma suddenly turned his head and shouted enthusiastically to her. Huo Wanhua was about to refuse, but General Ma suddenly blushed, took her hand and strode forward.

His step was too big. Huo Wanhua was almost dragged by him to trot all the way before he could barely keep up. There was a pain in his wrist. He was really strong!

General Ma finally realized that he was a little reckless. He was embarrassed to let go of Huo Wanhua's hands. His hands seemed to be at a loss where to put them. His face flushed slightly: "sorry, I'm too anxious..."

At the sight, the snow-white wrist has become red and swollen under his strength. The horse general is more and more embarrassed. He only blames himself for being used to being rude and forgetting that he is a weak little girl in front of him. He should be gentle and gentle.

But on the snow-white wrist, there were several ferocious scars, like several ugly centipedes. The horse general was stunned: "miss ah Wan's hand..."

Huo Wanhua was slightly stunned. He looked at the scar on his wrist and quickly put down his sleeve to cover it.

"I was naughty when I was young... Accidentally cut by a branch..." she said faintly.

How can a branch cut such a deep wound? Only when the wound is deep and dark can it leave such a trace. It's like someone cutting his wrist again and again with a sharp weapon. Only those who really don't want to live will do so.

Her hand... Hurt so deeply that it should be completely useless.

Although I don't know what miss a WAN has experienced in the past, if she commits herself to marry herself in the future, I will enlighten her and let go of her heart knot as soon as possible.

Huo Wanhua sighed gently. At this time, she could only look at the cold face of the strong woman in charge. She nodded slightly to General Ma and forced out a smile. The horse general was very happy to take her outside. As he walked, he said, "I'm afraid the garden of the Marquis house of Wu can't even compare with the imperial garden of the little emperor..."

It was really big here. Huo Wanhua followed General Ma and walked towards the garden together. After a few steps, he saw a man and a woman standing under a piece of purplish red begonia with their backs to them.

The man is tall and handsome, and the woman is petite and lovely. Leaning on the man's generous shoulder, she is really a pair of beautiful people.

Huo Wanhua saw it, but he just wanted to sigh. No matter how big the garden of Wuhou mansion is, it can't stop "meeting" some people.

Huo Wanhua subconsciously turned around like running away, but General Ma took her first step and waved to the two happily: "junhou and Mrs. Yao are also coming to enjoy the flowers."