There Is a Bamboo Under the Sycamore Tree

Beiwan, I'm waiting for you... I saw the girl who was still a little immature looked up at her and said seriously to her, I'll wait for you. The boy in red on the white horse smiled and said jokingly, "Then I will marry you when I come back." After that, he led a large number of troops and rode away. Song Nan woke up from her dream. "This dream, who is that boy in red?" Why did the person in the dream have this dream? Song Nan frowned irritably. Recalling that he saw a battlefield full of gunpowder smoke when he opened his eyes a few days ago. The smell of burning and rain mixed together filled his nose. Song Nan got up and looked around at the dead people lying on the ground without breathing. Her skin was covered with wounds, and there was blood hanging from the corner of her mouth. The blood on her body soaked into the soil as the rain washed away, and the girl slowly got up. At this time, the man on the city wall saw Song Nan getting up and thought he was still alive. He smiled and took an arrow, aimed it at Song Nan and said to the young man next to him, "If I kill her with one arrow, your Tanjiu will come back to me." Zhufeng smiled and said, "Okay, if the second prince can be killed with one arrow, it will be yours. If not, let her live." The man snorted coldly when he heard this, and aimed at Song Nan's chest and fired. Song Nan was still in a dazed state. Before her mind could turn around, the arrow hit her shoulder. "It hurts so much... Who is doing this sneak attack?" The pain was so painful that Song Nan's facial features almost twisted together. She was already seriously injured and another arrow hit her... "That's all, why did I die? It hurts so much. If I die, will I be able to see my mother?" When Zhu Feng saw the people below falling down, he asked the soldiers to lift them up. The soldier roughly carried Song Nan up. At this time, Song Nan's consciousness was already blurry. She saw someone coming to lift her up: "Am I going to be whipped after I die? Do all the people in the border areas have this habit?" Zhufeng and Wei Ze came over to look at Song Nan. Zhufeng looked at Zhuhai with a smile, "This arrow of yours... Needs to be practiced." "Hmph, maybe the wind blows the wind just now, but this person is actually a woman, so I will deal with it for you." Xu Ze looked at Zhu Feng with his pair of peach blossom demons. Song Nan was lying on the ground pretending to be dead, but he was not far away from death. He only heard the man say, "I'll give it to you." It means that if someone gives you a hand, it's up to you whether he lives or dies. Zhufeng looked at Song Nan distressedly, thinking about how to deal with her. "Find a doctor to treat the girl's injury. After the treatment, just give her some money to spend." After Zhufeng said this, Song Nan fainted with relief. Before Song Nan could finish recalling, she heard the sound of walking outside and quickly covered herself with the quilt. "Hey, it hurts." Because she moved too much, she tore the wound and blood oozed out. As soon as Zhufeng came in, he saw Song Nan getting up. "Why is the girl getting up before her injury has healed?" Zhufeng looked at Song Nan, a girl in a white dress with her long hair spread out. Her delicate face became snow-white due to the injury. After being washed, the beauty looked better. Zhufeng suddenly changed her mind. Zhufeng sat down facing Song Nan and asked: "Miss, do you know where you come from?" Song Nan inherited the original memory, but it was a bit difficult to say it, so she had to say to Zhufeng: "I can't remember a little bit." Zhufeng asked again: "Then do you still remember where your home is from and who your relatives are? If there are any, please tell me and I will find someone to help you find them." Song Nan shook his head: "I don't remember." Zhufeng asked again, "Miss, do you remember me?" Intention: Hmm...