Traveling through troubled times, he fled with his stepson

After explaining everything that needed to be explained, Wei Qiqi went back to the yard to pack up his things.

There is nothing much to bring, just pack your underwear in a bag and put some dry food on top in case of emergency.

Ye Yuanxin wanted to put some things into her bag but was stopped by her, otherwise she would definitely not be able to carry the bag.

Wei Qiqi looked at her backpack in front of her, and the thought that flashed through her mind made her stunned.

Perhaps the brothers on Jiguan Mountain can also use such backpacks to carry all their things on their backs, so they don't have to go to a place where they don't have this or that.

Traveling light also reduces the logistical preparation required.

Thinking of this, Wei Qiqi immediately came to the desk. Ye Yuanxin saw her coming over and knew that she wanted to write something, so he immediately wiped the inkstone on the side and waited for Wei Qiqi to write.

Perhaps it would be okay to copy the military's systems completely in the 21st century.

Whether it is discipline, framework, training or other things, you can bring them and become an iron-blooded army.

Fragments of the world she had lived in before flashed through her mind, and her pen kept moving, writing a series of words on the paper in a flamboyant manner.

The writing style here is somewhat different from that of the 21st century. Most of the writing is similar, but some parts are not quite right. Once Wei Qiqi gets anxious and excited, the words he writes are in the original format, which is quite different from that in the current world.

When Li Yuan came in, Ye Yuanxin was grinding ink. He reached out and took over the work from Ye Yuanxin's hand, and watched Wei Qiqi write quietly.

She was so engrossed in writing that her eyes were fixed on the paper, and she would dip her brush into ink and write again from time to time.

Li Yuan had been with her for many years, so he naturally knew her writing style.

Since ancient times, the writing method has been from top to bottom and from right to left. Pian Qinniang's writing method is unique. She writes from left to right first. Unlike them writing vertically, she writes line by line, and there are some characters he doesn't understand to interrupt the sentences in between.

Although Qi Niang tried to correct it later, she was just in a hurry and still wrote in the most natural way.

As he thought about it, Li Yuan couldn't help but think more deeply about some things that he had been subconsciously avoiding.

This writing style and this slightly different font should be a habit developed over a long period of time. What kind of places use this writing style?

As far as he knew, there was no such custom in the dynasty's Kyushu continent.

Qinnan's origins have always been a mystery.

When his father first talked to him, he only said that he would have a mother in the future and asked him not to make her angry.

But he never said where the bride was from. As far as he knew, no one had ever mentioned it.

wrong.

There is.

The wet nurse who was stabbed in the heart in order to help him and Qiniang escape once said that although the mother's identity was somewhat shameful, she had looked at her carefully and found that she was from a good family and should be someone who loved him.

My identity is a bit embarrassing...

What kind of identity?

Not only her life story remains a mystery, but also Qinnan's illness. The doctor said that taking medicine has harmed her body and it will be difficult to recover. She must remember not to touch raw or cold water or overwork.

The pain also starts to worsen as you age.

Qinnan's talents, her life story remains a mystery, her medication is harmful to her body, and she has various habits that are different from those of ordinary people.

Li Yuan connected all these things together and felt that there was a fog before his eyes.

But he didn't have any solution.

This is also the reason why he has never dared to express his feelings.

There are too many uncertain factors, which makes him always feel that he will completely lose Qiniang at some point.

He didn't dare to gamble, even though his shameful feelings had been suppressed for too long and had become deep.

Even if all my internal organs are rotten, I must not let Qi Niang see a single trace of it.

It was unknown how long it had passed before Wei Qiqi wrote down everything he could remember in his mind. He blew on the words on the paper and nodded in satisfaction.

"Yuan Xin, pour me a glass of water..." As she spoke, she raised her head and saw Li Yuan.

"Xiaobao? Why are you here?"

Li Yuan pursed his lips and said, "I've been here all the time. Qi Niang, you're too engrossed in writing."

There were several pieces of paper scattered on the table and on the floor, and the papers in front of her desk were stacked up together.

Li Yuan put down the ink in his hand and collected the paper knives one by one.

His five fingers are long and distinct, and even though he has been training outside for some time, it has not affected his fair skin much, making his fingers look like white jade, which is particularly eye-catching.

The knife-cut paper is cheap but quite rough. There is too much ink on it and it is easy to smudge. Wei Qiqi herself is not good at calligraphy and the words she writes look like dog crawling.

The combination of the messy and ugly handwriting and the rough paper, together with the white jade-like fingers, gives people a strange sense of incongruity.

This sense of incongruity shocks people's vision, and they feel as if they are being blasphemed.

"Tsk."

Wei Qiqi was shocked by her sudden thought. What blasphemy...

"Ok?"

Li Yuan asked doubtfully.

As he grew older, his voice gradually became deeper and deeper, and now he has the voice of an adult man.

Just by listening to the voice and figure, no one would believe that the person in front of them was only fifteen years old.

Wei Qiqi shook her head and gathered all the papers together.

"What time is it?"

She asked, she had written so much without realizing it and didn't know how much time had passed.

"It's past noon." Li Yuan said. Seeing Wei Qiqi suddenly looking up, he comforted her, "It's okay, Qi Niang. We can leave after you pack up."

"There's no hurry to get going."

Seeing that he was indeed not in a hurry, Wei Qiqi relaxed a little, but the speed of her hands increased. She gathered all the papers together, and then arranged them neatly one by one in order.

When everything was ready, Ye Yuanxin just brought in a cup of tea.

There is no good tea in the bandit camp, only aged and floating tea.

This kind of tea is not easy to brew, and it is full of tea leaves, so the taste is quite rough.

Li Yuan had drunk this kind of thing himself, so he naturally knew how bad it tasted.

But the person who had been carefully and pampered in the mansion drank the tea without changing her expression.

Li Yuan restrained his expression.

"Please help me keep this thing away. Remember not to let anyone else know about it."

Wei Qiqi folded the knife paper in her hand in half and handed it to Ye Yuanxin.

Ye Yuanxin took it with both hands and said seriously: "Okay, I will clean it up."

The time was about right and Wei Qiqi was ready, so they went down the mountain side by side.

When he met Cheng Feiyue on the road, Cheng Feiyue jumped up and said to him: "Li Yuan, don't forget what I said!"

Li Yuan didn't speak, so Wei Qiqi asked, "What do you want to bring? I'll bring it for you."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Feiyue's face changed drastically and he shook his head hurriedly: "No, no, Qi Niang, he will bring it."

Seeing his suspicious expression, Wei Qiqi was confused but did not ask any further questions as it was a private matter.

"That's fine, as long as he remembers it, he'll bring you something delicious later."

Cheng Feiyue nodded, then smiled and saw Wei Qiqi and the others off.

Wei Qiqi, who was just about to talk to Li Yuan, was suddenly stunned when she saw Li Yuan.

Li Yuan's ears and neck were all red.