Traveling through the starry sky just for you, I was a koi in ancient times

The big brown horse kept panting heavily after its front hooves landed on the ground, but the horse finally lowered its head and slowly relaxed.

Wang Jinyi was still lying on the ground at this time. Heima slowly moved closer to Wang Jinyi, lowered his head, and gently nudged Wang Jinyi's body with his head, as if to help her stand up.

Wang Jinyi moved her body and slowly got up. The black horse lowered its head and gently approached Wang Jinyi's shoulder. The girl stretched out her little hand and gently stroked the black horse's cheek. The horse looked at the girl with its beautiful eyes.

Wang Jinyi spoke quietly to the horse:

"Is your name Mo Feng? Thank you for saving me. I will remember you."

Wang Jinyi put her head close to Mo Feng, with their cheeks touching. The man and the horse stood there quietly. Mo Feng helped Wang Jinyi calm down her frightened emotions.

The mother and Qing'er subconsciously hugged each other in fear, and finally reacted. They calmed down while trembling, and ran towards Wang Jinyi with shaking legs.

The mother's legs were shaking and she almost tripped herself. She tried to get closer to her daughter and shouted in a hoarse voice:

"Jin'er, Jin'er."

The mother was so excited that her face was dull and her eyes were filled with fear.

Wang Jinyi opened her arms and ran towards her mother, shouting:

"Mother, mother, Jin'er is fine. It was him, he saved Jin'er."

At this moment, the pedestrians on the road seemed to suddenly wake up, all of them became excited, and pedestrians and vehicles gathered together.

A few more horses ran out from the East Market and quickly surrounded the black horse.

"Captain, are you all right?"

"Master Fu, this horse..."

"Colonel Captain..."

"Master."

A group of people greeted each other in a disorderly manner, and the boy raised the whip above his head and stopped shouting immediately.

A man with an exotic face squeezed into the crowd and came forward to salute. The young man untied the brown horse's reins and handed it to him, then walked towards the black horse surrounded by the crowd.

Wang Jinyi felt that her mother was trembling all over and hugging her tightly, and she could no longer react, so she turned back from her mother's arms and shouted:

"Brother, brother, brother of Qi Mofeng."

The young man paused on the horse, stretched out his right hand and waved it towards Wang Jinyi. The leather whip hanging on his wrist also swayed slightly with his arm.

Wang Jinyi quickly patted her mother's arm.

"Mother, mother, thank you brother."

The mother suddenly came to her senses, stood up straight and took a few quick steps.

"Thank you for saving me today. I wonder which family you are from? What's your name?"

The young man on the horse had no expression on his face. He gently squeezed the horse's belly, and the horse turned around.

Wang Jinyi blurted out:

"Mo Feng."

The black horse stopped immediately, turned its head slightly, and Wang Jinyi ran over.

The young man on the horse was slightly surprised that his horse actually obeyed someone else's call. That was unacceptable. This was a war horse and the leading horse in the horse club.

While he was hesitating, he saw the little girl running to the front of the horse with her arms outstretched.

Mo Feng actually lowered his head obediently, and the girl hugged the horse's head and gently stroked the horse's cheek. Murmuring:

"Thank you, thank you, I will remember you, we will be good friends, best friends."

The girl looked up at the boy on the horse:

“Brother, you saved me, I know.

I am the granddaughter of Wang Minzhang, the former Minister of Rites. My name is Wang Jinyi. Thank you, brother, for your help. What is your name?"

The young man was about to decline politely:

"I don't need to thank you enough. Saving people is just my instinct."

He gently pulled the reins again and prepared to leave.

The horse team that was traveling with him surrounded him and headed towards the East Market.

Wang Jinyi looked at the handsome face of the boy and laughed out loud. Are you afraid of being entangled? Not really, right? How old are you?

He looks only three or four years older than his brother Wang Wendong. Are you overthinking this? But he is indeed outstanding in appearance.

This man had a slender figure and was an excellent rider. More importantly, he had a face that looked like it came from the north.

The cheeks are slightly narrow, the brow bones are prominent, the thick eyebrows are like swords, flying diagonally into the temples, a pair of deep big eyes, looking at people, not dodging or evading, calm and firm, high nose and thin lips, oh! Not thin, just tightly pursed.

The lines of his cheeks were smooth, his jaw was clear, his head was straight and his shoulders were broad. Under the half of the brocade robe that was left, he was wearing a riding suit and short blades hung on the sides of his short boots.

After a quick glance, Wang Jinyi quickly came to the conclusion that this person must be the descendant of a military general.

At this time, Mo Feng and the surrounding horses were silent, waiting for their respective masters.

Many people came up around, and someone shouted:

"Major General Fu."

"General Fu is mighty!"

"General Fu!"

Shouts echoed by people around.

The young man realized that he could no longer conceal his identity, so he clasped his fists slightly.

"My name is Fu Jiezhi, a military commander from the Northeast. We will meet again in the future. I bid you farewell now."

Then he pulled the reins and a team of personal guards behind him formed two neat rows as they walked.

Accompanied by the shouts of General Fu that echoed all over the street, the cavalry slowly moved along the bluestone road towards the East Market.

The mother hugged the child tightly from behind. Wang Jinyi could feel that her mother was trembling all over. She was unable to speak for a long time, and her upper and lower teeth were chattering with nervousness. Wang Jinyi hugged her mother back, and the mother and daughter held each other tightly.

Qing'er behind him was crying and finally able to speak. Her voice was hoarse and made strange sounds, and no one knew what she was saying.

The family's coachman brought the carriage back.

Everyone woke up from their fright and tried to calm themselves down. Then they hurriedly got on the carriage. They didn't say a word along the way, but they were all still frightened.

Back at No. 9 Yongxing Lane, Wang Jinyi was still thinking back to the thrilling moment just now, the young man who flew down, the spiritual "Mofeng", and the crazy brown horse...

When she got home, Wang Jinyi felt tired for unknown reasons and her whole body ached.

Father Wang Shuli was specially called back to the backyard by his wife, and his mother trembled as she recounted the terrible experience. She emphasized her daughter's calmness, courage and legend. She also asked her husband to learn about the young general named Fu.

Wang Wendong felt that his sister was particularly strange tonight. Every day, they would meet under the swing without fail, but today, his sister was sitting quietly on the stone bench, looking listless.

At night, the burning body made Wang Jinyi's mouth dry and her tongue parched. It felt like all the bones in her body were torn apart and roasted by fire, which was painful and hot. Her sweaty hair stuck to her cheeks, her face was red, and her mouth was slightly open as she gasped...

By the bed, the mother did not dare to be careless because of the accident that happened today, and she stayed by her child's side. The court doctor had already examined her daughter, but she was still running a fever. She could only wait anxiously, while her husband brought the servant to ask for another doctor.

Wang Jinyi was in a coma, as if she was dreaming, but also seemed to be very awake. She felt sick and wanted to drink water...

On a summer night, the sky gradually became gloomy and a depressing atmosphere filled the air.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, as if a heavy rain was about to pour down.

Occasionally, a breeze blew, bringing a cool breeze and breaking the tranquility of the night. The leaves swayed gently in the breeze, making a rustling sound.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning streaked across the sky, followed by a deafening roar of thunder. Heavy rain poured down instantly, hitting the roof with a crackling sound.

Pedestrians on the street took shelter under the eaves, the rain flowed down their cheeks and wet their clothes.

My father, Wang Shuli, held an oil-paper umbrella for the doctor in the heavy rain, getting soaked himself. The servant behind him followed closely, holding the medicine box...