Na Luo, you are such a sensible kid. It's a pity..." He paused, then asked hesitantly, "Did they...go peacefully?" Na Luo naturally understood who he was referring to, and his eyes turned red, and he nodded sadly. "Hey, Ah Shan, have you heard?" The voice of the neighbor Lao San suddenly came from outside the door. When calling Uncle Na Luo's name, Lao San's voice was obviously inexplicably excited. Ah Shan quickly responded, "What's the matter?" "I heard that a team of Han envoys was robbed and killed nearby today. Tsk tsk, it seems that no one was left alive." Ah Shan was a little unconvinced, "This is not a new thing. It's not the first time that we Loulan people have robbed and killed Han envoys and caravans. Both the north and south routes of the Silk Road pass through the areas controlled by our Loulan, so it's not surprising that some people frequently want to make money. Besides, we now have the Xiongnu as our backer, and the most favored princess of Loulan is also from the Xiongnu. Killing a few Han envoys is no big deal. Even the emperor of the Han Dynasty is out of reach. "
"This time it was not us Loulan people who did it, but the Xiongnu cavalry. These Han people deserved their bad luck. If they met us, they might be able to keep their lives, but those with good looks would most likely be sold into slavery. If they met the Xiongnu, they would have no chance of survival."
Ashan wanted to say something, but heard his wife inside impatiently calling him in, so he had to shut up quickly. Before entering the room, he looked at Na Luo again in embarrassment, "That night..."
Na Luo lowered his eyelashes, "It's not like we haven't slept together before. Uncle, don't worry, I won't die. "
After saying that, she turned and walked out of the house, heading straight for the sheepfold behind the yard. The sheep in the sheepfold are now almost all the wealth of my uncle's family. Every time I made my aunt angry, I was driven here to sleep with the sheep.
Before she stepped into the sheepfold, Na Luo was surprised to find a few dark red bloodstains on the ground. At first she thought something happened to the sheep, until she pulled out the haystack in the corner, she understood the origin of the bloodstains.
On the light yellow hay, there was a boy about eleven or twelve years old. His long black hair fell on both sides in a mess, like the most psychedelic dream in the dark night, with a few strands of hair falling on his forehead, reflecting his fair skin like the first snow and warm jade. His dark green eyebrows were slightly frowned, like willow leaves in spring brushed by the breeze, slender and beautiful. In sharp contrast to such a beautiful face, his body was covered with bloodstains. It seems that this boy can't bear the serious injury. The cold moonlight coming in from the window, like the lake water in late autumn, gently ripples in the dim sheepfold, reflecting extremely weak light. Although Na Luo was only a seven-year-old girl, fortunately she was used to seeing her father treating the wounds of the tribesmen since she was a child, so she was not too panicked. After the thought of fear flashed through her mind, she calmed down and hurriedly bent down to check the boy's injuries. She saw that his right arm and back were each slashed with a knife, and the wound on the arm was so deep that the bone was exposed, but fortunately, neither of the two knives hurt the vital parts. The most serious one should be the arrow that hit his left shoulder. The arrowhead seemed to have penetrated deep into the flesh. If it was easily pulled out, he might die on the spot.
Na Luo didn't know what to do for a moment. After a few seconds of hesitation, she decided to help him stop the bleeding first.
She recalled the method her father used to stop bleeding, so she copied it, took some firewood, burned the ashes, added water to make a paste, and carefully applied it to his wound.