Chapter 33

Later, the war in the north became tense, and Father Shen did not come back for a long time.

Shen Liuzhen had been kept by his father Xie to study literature and classics. His daily homework schedule was extremely tight, and he had no free time except for eating and sleeping.

It was as if Xie's father suddenly wished that Shen Liuzhen could put all the books in Xie's library into his mind at once.

He had such high expectations for Shen Liuzhen, but he completely let Xie Yuan go. Even if she got into trouble sometimes, Xie's father would use his busy schedule as an excuse to hand over her case to Mrs. Xie.

Xie Yuan has never felt so lonely...

Every day, she was alone in the Shen family's martial arts training ground, as if competing with everyone else. She swung her sword thousands of times, and shot through several bow and arrow targets, until she was so tired that she lay down and never wanted to get up again.

She was lying on the ground, looking at the white clouds floating away in the sky, and a sentence suddenly popped up in her heart: No one cares whether she works hard or not, no one even cares what she is doing...

Because of these words, desolation suddenly took over her heart, so she no longer had the motivation to continue practicing. She hung the sword on her body, walked out of the Shen family's gate, and rode her horse to the city alone. .

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A little maid stood at the door of the homeschool classroom and saw Father Xie and Shen Liuzhen inside discussing something seriously.

She didn't understand it at all, but she didn't have the guts to disturb her, so she just stood there with her head down, hoping to wait until Father Xie noticed her before she could speak.

Shen Liuzhen turned his face toward the door. He had noticed it from the corner of his eye, but because he had to listen to the teacher carefully and was not distracted, he deliberately ignored it.

But for some reason, he suddenly thought of Xie Yuanlai, and was afraid that the maid came here because of Xie Yuanlai. The more he thought about it, the more likely it was that he could concentrate on what the teacher was saying...

Xie Yuan was already angry with him and avoided him everywhere. In addition, she was too busy with schoolwork these days, and it felt like she hadn't seen her in a long time...

Xie's father saw that he was absent-minded, sighed and asked, "Liu Zhen, are you too tired?"

Shen Liuzhen shook his head and pointed outside. At this time, Father Xie turned around and saw the little maid who had been standing in front of the door for who knows how long.

"What happened?" Father Xie asked.

"Go home, Master... the girl just left on horseback, and the slaves couldn't stop shouting..."

When Father Xie heard this, he became angry. He raised his eyebrows and threw the book on the table. He said, "I told you that there has been chaos outside for the past two days and you are not allowed to go out! The streets are full of wounded soldiers who have retreated from the front, and the order is chaotic. When will she give people peace of mind?!"

After hearing this, Shen Liuzhen said carefully: "Teacher... I know where Xie Yuan has gone. How about I bring a few of my soldiers to find her back? I also want to take a breather by the way. "

He said this in a soft tone, with a hint of prayer.

Father Xie's anger disappeared instantly. He looked at Shen Liuzhen and sighed:

"I was too anxious and pushed a little kid like you too hard..." He raised his eyes tiredly, "Go ahead and come back quickly. I'll also take a rest."

Shen Liuzhen pursed his lips and smiled, with the two dimples on his cheeks showing again, looking indescribably well-behaved.

He stood up from behind the desk, waved his robe sleeves and bowed to Father Xie in a formal manner. The Confucian scholar's manners and etiquette were impeccable, and he said respectfully: "Thank you, teacher, the student is gone."

Only then did he leave the school door.

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Xie Yuan rode his horse alone and wandered around the market in boredom. The usually crowded streets became even more chaotic because of the influx of many wounded soldiers and people who came to seek refuge from outside the city.

Suddenly there were so many new faces on the street. The new ones felt uncomfortable, and the old ones felt uncomfortable too. What's more, those who had fled looked different from those who had families in the city.

So when they looked at each other, they both showed disgust, and there was an atmosphere of tension and tension everywhere.

Before Xie Yuan was born, the borders between the north and the south had just been demarcated, and there was peace for several years without interfering with each other.

Even when they moved, they only saw many poor people on the road, but they never experienced any war scenes.

She looked curiously at the wounded soldiers on the roadside who were wrapped with wounds and moving slowly...

The wounded soldiers also looked at her curiously, wondering about the origin of such a half-year-old child riding on a horse.

Their expressions were tired and dirty, and the eyes they looked up at her were definitely not friendly.

At this moment, a burst of shouting and beatings came from the side:

"You fucking little Beiyi bastard! You deserve to be alive! I'll beat you to death! I'll fucking beat you to death..."

Xie Yuan looked over for the sound and saw three wounded soldiers beating a young man. The young man was curled up on the ground holding his head, being kicked by the men without making a sound.

"What are you doing?!" Xie Yuan asked.

Her voice was childish, and anyone who heard it would be like a child. Who would take a child seriously, so after a few more touches, she looked up to where the voice came from.

Then I saw a child of about ten years old, sitting on a horse with his back straight, one hand on the hilt of the sword, the other hand holding the reins, a pair of red and phoenix eyes that were calm and intimidating, looking like an adult...

It even has a bit of a military flavor.

But he is obviously a child... Several people suppressed the strange feeling in their hearts and shouted at her:

"Whoever's kid dares to meddle in other people's business, get out of here!"

After hearing this, Xie Yuan not only did not roll away, but he also dismounted neatly, tied the reins to the pillars of the tea shed next to him, walked not far away from them, and asked:

"Why did you hit him?"

At this time, the beaten boy climbed up from the ground with difficulty and leaned against the wall far away... Xie Yuan was a half-year-old child after all. At most, he could only reach his chest. He was beaten by these three soldiers.

At first glance, he couldn't see who was speaking, but he felt... an inexplicable sense of familiarity...

Seeing how ignorant he was, the three wounded soldiers were speechless for a moment.

But seeing her outfit and horses, they knew that his family background was definitely beyond their reach, so they sneered and explained:

"Can't you see? That little brat is of Beiyi descent. The damn Beiyi has killed so many of us, can't I beat him to vent my anger?!... Boy, you don't understand that we don't blame you, now man

I’ve taught you, can you get out now?”

When Xie Yuan heard this, he turned his head sideways and looked back through the gap where the three people were standing. He happened to see the young man's face, and the young man happened to be looking at her...

Xie Yuan was stunned for a moment. She knew this man - he was the gangster who led someone to rob Shen Liuzhen last time...

"He is not a Beiyi person. I recognize him. He was living here before you came. How could he be a Beiyi person?" Xie Yuan said.

The fine tradition of the Xie family is to be reasonable...
Chapter completed!