sinovels Chapter 131 Miss You
Chapter 131 Miss You
"Look! There is a downward ramp ahead!"
"Yancheng must be ahead! We finally found it!"
"Everyone, be careful and watch your steps." Yan reminded everyone.Holding the torch high, he walked down the wide stone ramp with many workers and guards. Everyone's pace was fast at first, and the speed was about the same as rushing down, but under Yan's vigilance, they all stopped. Change the pace to move forward slowly.
After about a thousand steps, a beam of extremely bright light appeared in front of them, which was sunlight, and when they continued to walk forward, the guards pushed aside the densely grown vine branches, and a huge natural hole appeared in front of everyone.
It turns out that this mountain is really hollow, and there is an arc-shaped opening on the top of the mountain, like a huge chimney, from which the sunlight is projected, illuminating the unique scenery inside the cliff.
Yan raised his head and looked towards the entrance of the cave in surprise, because there were countless stone pillars hanging under the entrance of the cave, which seemed to be washed by extremely flowing water. They glistened and reflected the sunlight.
Looking down at the eyes of those stone pillars, the rock wall was covered with vines, just like the tomb he and Usman found in the ancient city of Linze.But half of the vines here grow in the sun, so the color is bright, and the other half grows in the shadows, and most of them are dead, just like the yin and yang gossip array.
The soldiers swung their big knives and shoveled away some of the vines and leaves blocking the road. Yan could see a huge shadowy pit at the bottom of the steep slope. It was too dark to see what was going on.
But one can vaguely see buildings similar to stone houses.
The air was filled with the rotten smell of vine leaves, the smell of soil, and an inexplicable strange smell.
Yan took out a fire pocket, blew it on and threw it high towards the pit. The light of the fire pocket was not very bright, but it could detect the approximate depth of the pit.
When the torch fell, many people stared closely, and saw that it illuminated a corner of the house covered with gray dust, flat-roofed rooms, one next to the other, like human incisors. arrangement.
The fire folder fell for a long time before it fell to the ground with a thud, causing an echo in the hole.
"It's about the depth from the middle of the cliff to the bottom of the cliff." Yan estimated.
"Queen, there seems to be a stone staircase here." The guards exploring the way in front found a stone-cut staircase at the end of the ramp, leading to the bottom of the pit along the stone wall.
"Is this a ladder?" Yan approached and studied it, and said that the "ladder" lifted it, because it was dug along the rock wall, like half a broken bowl embedded in the rock wall, although there are different sizes, there are many .
Yan gestured that it was probably a support point for climbing down. The rock wall was inclined inward, and it was difficult to land safely without a little arm and leg strength.
"This road is very difficult to walk, so don't go down for others, come 20 people who know martial arts, come with me." Yan ordered, "Bring fire pockets and weapons."
"Want to bring a weapon? Is there someone below?"
"I'm afraid there will be traps." Yan said, "Since it is a city, there must be defensive facilities."
"Yes." Everyone nodded in response, and finally the twenty elites of the guard team climbed down together with Yan, and Yan was still the first one.
Yan took the talent down for a short distance, and found that the road was more difficult than he imagined, because the stone walls were very slippery, and all he could grab were the small stones protruding from the outside. I really don't know how those ancient people entered and exited the ancient city. Or is it that they, like goats, are born with a particularly good sense of balance.
When Yan was thinking about this, a gust of strong wind came from nowhere and poured into the hole above his head. Immediately, the sound of "Woo!" The workers who looked around were terrified.
A few people panicked and slipped down the steep slope, passing by the guards who were climbing on the rock wall. The guards were holding the rocks with both hands, unable to let go to save people, watching those people screaming Falling down on the ground, Yan Fei threw himself forward, grabbed the belts of the two with both hands, and slammed them upwards vigorously, sending them back up the slope in a daze.
There were two other people who could not be rescued in a hurry, only a few cracking sounds of bones and flesh shattering.
The shrill screams were superimposed with the creepy wind, making people feel like they were in the underworld. Many people screamed: "Dead!" and ran out.
The people waiting outside didn't know why, thinking that there were some monsters and ghosts in the ancient city below, they turned their heads and ran in fright. There were coffins everywhere in the tomb. The cry was full of despair, and some people were so frightened that they wanted to jump directly from the cliff cave.
But jumping from this height will surely kill you. Looking at the bottom of the cliff, you become timid. After hesitating for a moment, you are knocked down by someone rushing up from behind.
For a moment, seven or eight people were pushed out of the cliff, and innocent people died.
Some clever guards knew to hide at the bottom of the wall to avoid the shouting and rushing crowd, but they were also stunned by the horrifying scene of everyone "jumping" off the cliff in front of them.
"Sure enough, once Yancheng comes out, disaster will come!" Someone yelled with a hoarse voice, the chaotic scene became more and more difficult to control, Yan Fei came up, brought a few guards and tried his best to control it Horror scene of death or injury.
Finally, the number of people was counted. Four people fell first in the pit, Yan rescued two people, and 17 people were trampled to death in the tomb. In addition to the 12 people who fell off the cliff, as many as 31 people died. !
Yan suddenly lost the joy of discovering the ancient city, and was in an extremely bad mood.
Seeing the talking and laughing workers before, fell to the bottom of the pit, bloody and bloody, his femur sticking out of the bloody flesh, Yan's heart ached, and his stomach was even more uncomfortable. He vomited while holding on to the cliff wall. Got to break out in a cold sweat.
After the guards carried the corpses up, Yan saw that the tomb was as if it had been burned by war, with blood everywhere, and some people were seriously injured, lying on the ground and moaning in pain.
Someone stared fiercely at Yan, it was a look full of hatred and hostility.Yan did not listen to the words of the city lord and excavated Yancheng, causing so many people to die, almost everyone thought so.
Seeing this, several personal soldiers immediately protected Yan.
Yan did not ask them to protect him, but instead participated in the treatment of the wounded, helping them bandage, stop the bleeding, and send them to the ceiling one by one.
The night sky was full of stars, the weather turned cold, and Yan was busy all the time. During this period, he vomited several times, and it was so uncomfortable that Venus appeared in front of his eyes.
But Yan shook his head, and continued to walk towards a guard with minor injuries, "You're okay..."
Before Yan opened his mouth, his feet went limp, and the people around him didn't have time to react, they saw Yan knelt down on one knee in exhaustion.
"Queen!" The soldiers hurried forward to help her.
"Don't tell your majesty that I fell." Yan panted, unable to get up for a while.
"You don't need them to tell this king." Usman didn't know when he came, and he stood behind Yan, "This king can see it himself."
"Usman?"
"Yanyan, don't worry, just leave the rest to the king." Usman bent over and hugged Yan's shoulders, hugging the extremely weak him in his arms.
"But, how could you..."
"We made an appointment to have dinner together, did you forget?" Usman looked at Yan with distressed eyes, "But I don't blame you."
"It's not over yet, I can't leave here."
"Just leave it to me." Usman hugged Yan aside and asked him to sit leaning against a stone. Ilya quickly brought hot water to Yan. All red.
The king is here, the successor of the Sanctuary Zhaoxue, with silver hair and snow-white skin is extremely sacred, like a goddess coming in person, the workers complained
The anger gradually eased, and they all prostrated themselves on the ground, saluting Usman very piously.
"What happened before was an accident. Everyone cheer up and don't act like a frightened bird." Usman's voice was low, as if comforting or ordering. No one dared to question the monarch. After receiving the order, he should do what he should do.
"Yanyan, you should go back to the camp and rest in peace for two days." Sitting beside Yan, Usman said, "Even for the sake of the child, you can't push yourself too hard."
Yan felt that Usman was angry, so he lowered his head and gently clutched the hem of his blood-stained clothes.
After Usman took over the excavation of the ancient city, Yan was able to rest on the bed for two days. During these two days, he could hardly see Usman's face, because Usman left early and returned late, so he would act lightly so as not to disturb Yan's rest. In and out of the tent.
So every time when Dang Yan woke up, he heard Ilya say: "Your Majesty has already left, and you told me to take care of you." Or "Your Majesty said that he will be busy until late today, so don't wait for him to come back." , go to bed first."
In order to restore the body as soon as possible, Yan eats and sleeps on time, but has no choice but to have morning sickness.
The food that Yan just ate, can be vomited after a while. The doctor said that it may be due to overwork. After a few days of rest, the physical strength will increase, and the morning sickness will naturally improve.
So Yan was very obedient and stayed in bed to raise the baby, but the morning sickness persisted, causing him to see pantothenic acid in his stomach when he saw the spittoon.
"Usman..." Yan lay on the bed, looking at the top of the snow-white gauze tent, and sighed, "Usman is also like this, looking forward to my return soon every day?"
Yan used to think that Usman stayed in the tent so that he could do things with peace of mind, but now he realizes that his heart is stable, but it must be very uncomfortable for Usman to stay here alone.
After only staying for two days, I couldn't bear it anymore. I always wanted to see Usman, not to mention that Usman had been there for more than half a month, but Yan never heard him complain.
"Such a good daughter-in-law can't be found anywhere with a lantern." Yan couldn't help sighing.
"What kind of wife are you looking for?" Coincidentally, Usman came back.
Yan Teng got up from the bed at once, Usman's eyes widened at that action, and Ilya even said: "Oh, queen, please slow down, be careful of your fetus!"
"I'm fine, and my fetus is fine." Yan smiled brightly, and said to Usman, "I haven't seen you for two days, and I was excited..."
"Yanyan." Usman took off his dusty coat and walked towards the bed. Ilya turned around knowingly and left, pulling the curtain of the tent tightly.
"Usman, what's the situation today?" Yan now felt that he was too excited just now, so he pretended to ask seriously, "Is there anyone still dissatisfied?"
"I just said I missed me, but I was thinking about the ancient city." Usman showed a "hurt" expression, and sighed, "Oh."
"Is this thinking about the ancient city different from thinking about you?"
"Where is it the same?"
"You are busy in the ancient city, I think the ancient city is naturally thinking of you."
"Yanyan, you've learned it badly." Usman pursed his lips and smiled, raised his hand and lightly brushed up a strand of hair on Yan's temples, "But I like it, I just like to hear you say you miss me, let me say a few more words ?”
Yan looked into Usman's eyes, and thought he could speak easily, but stared at by his deep eyes, Yan's heart was pounding, his mouth was slightly opened, but he couldn't utter a word.
Usman didn't mind either, he leaned forward and kissed Yan's flushed cheek, and whispered in his ear: "I miss you so much, it's like three autumns apart."
This voice scratched the bottom of Yan's heart, he gulped down a mouthful of saliva, his whole body felt like he had a fever.
"What's wrong?" Usman was puzzled seeing Yan bowed his head and said nothing.
"Handling with you all day, it's really hard not to learn bad things." Yan muttered.
Usman heard it, and laughed: "You are right, a famous teacher produces a good apprentice, it should be."