Author: Feng Si Niang

Zhou Xian only brought two carefully selected guards, and together with Du Heng brought food and wound medicine, they arrived at the temporary tent in the outermost circle outside the city.

Luo Min insisted on following her no matter what, but Zhou Xian and Du Heng both pressed her down.

That place seemed to be particularly out of place with the other tents. The other tents were pitch dark, with no lights on inside. There were either painful murmurs in sleep, or moans that were unable to sleep due to pain, and constant suppressed sobs due to the loss of a loved one.

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The tents erected one by one are like tombs, truly echoing the saying "A lonely tomb thousands of miles away, no place to say desolation"; even those who survived in the tents do not know where they will be tomorrow.

Everyone alive here has never been so close to death. And this is not a "natural disaster" at all, but a man-made disaster!——

Du Heng took a deep breath. In this man-made "purgatory", her chest was filled with resentment under the extreme depression! She had to do this just for the sake of the throne above the ninth level.

life?...

The Lin family in the past and the naturalized people today are just victims of the struggle for royal power...

She desperately suppressed the fire in her heart, and to outsiders it seemed that she could only see an ordinary wisp of green smoke - now was not the time to think about these things, which would cause naturalization and even the entire Zhou Dynasty to "shake the earth"

Things and people may be right in front of you...

There were about a dozen people there, some were tall or short, some were fat or thin, some were sitting or lying down, and although they had different shapes and appearances, they all looked like they were dusty and disheveled after the earthquake.

Walking forward and taking a closer look, no matter how different these people are, they all have one common characteristic:

That is, they do not have the same fear and panic that ordinary people face after a "catastrophe"; although their skin is damaged and they look thin and haggard, their eyes are bright from beginning to end.

He is not as gloomy and defeated as others.

Just looking at such a formation, it doesn't look like a convoy of experts. It looks exactly the same as ordinary escorts and caravans.

If it is a real "caravan", it must be a business traveler who has traveled all over the country and seen many "big scenes".

Zhou Xian stepped forward calmly: "May I ask who the leader is?——"

"Excuse me, who is your lord?..." A tall and thin man who was standing to check on others turned around, bowed his body to Zhou Xian, and asked.

"I am the prefect of Guihua City, which is also the prefect of Jiangcheng." Zhou Xian said without blushing and without a beating heart.

"So he's a benefactor! -" The tall and thin man knelt down and kowtowed several times to Zhou Xian no matter what he said. Halfway through his kneeling, Zhou Xian grabbed his hand and helped him up no matter what.

Zhou Xian touched the calluses on the knuckles of the palm of his left hand, the index and middle fingers of his right hand, and the pads of the four fingers of his right hand. He promised not to, but secretly felt more and more surprised in his heart...

This is a pair of hands that are used to holding swords and good at bow and arrow...

"Is it you who led this team to travel all over the country?——"

"Me?!" The tall and thin man stood up, pointed at the tip of his nose with a smile, and shook his head hurriedly: "I'm just a house slave with some boxing skills, and I just follow my boss's bodyguards all over the world..."

Zhou Xian endured his temper and carefully negotiated: "Will my boss actually go into battle in person? It seems that the business done by your boss must be of great value..."

"That's serious! That's serious!" The tall and thin man hurriedly waved his hands to deny:

"It's just some worthless rice. Overseas countries can't farm, so they can only buy food to eat... This is how we make money... Since it's not a very valuable item, we can't afford to hire an escort.

They are all the slaves of the owner’s own family following..."

Zhou Xian and Du Heng looked at each other secretly: It makes sense...

Du Heng had a slight doubt in his heart. Could it be that she had made a mistake in judgment and that everything was in danger?...

"Ouch! Look at my memory. I was so concerned about talking to you, sir, that I forgot to ask our boss to thank you properly!——"

The tall and thin man slapped his head, looking like he had "ruined something big".

"Sir, please come in! I really want to forgive you for not allowing our boss to come out to greet you in person... Our boss is in poor health, and this time he has been involved in something like this, which has seriously damaged his vitality..."

Zhou Xian naturally said a generous "No problem~" and entered the tent under the curtain of others without any objection.

The candlelight in the room was bright, and there was a man reading with his back to them. When they opened the curtain and came in, the man happened to turn a page of the book, and his slender jade-like fingers reflected on the rough yellow paper, like pearls falling into yellow sand.

Shockingly eye-catching.

It was obviously almost summer, but the man was wearing a mink fur and a copper hair crown, and mutton was simmering on the stove next to him, making a gurgling sound.

"I'm sorry, everyone, my boss is cold, so he has to eat hot food often. He can't be like us..." said the tall and thin man who followed closely.

Just a few steps away from this person, he felt that the Guanhe River was far away, the sword box was covered with snow, and his clothes were falling off in the cold. Zhou Xian frowned, this kind of smell was really not good...

When the man heard the sound, he turned his face almost instantly——

Du Heng took a breath...

As soon as this person turned his face, it was like "the moon imprints all the rivers, and everything is round": the moonlight lights up the frost and snow, and the moonlight shapes the fragrant cedar... In an instant, the war ceases, and the ice and snow melt into salt.

The man had an oval face, slender eyes, and a slightly pale complexion; his lips were light-colored, and his eyebrows were furrowed. Although he was sitting, he seemed to be overlooking all living beings.

This person has an appearance that is suitable for both men and women. He is neither happy nor sad, but he seems to be compassionate to all living beings, just like the genderless Guanyin Bodhisattva sitting on the lotus platform.

Looking at this man like this, he didn't have any killing intent at all.

"Hello, Mr. Jiang~" The man, supported by the tall and thin man, bowed to Zhou Xian:

"My surname is Tan, and my last name is the word "Zhi". I have a small fortune in my family, and I occasionally travel with you... I didn't expect that a disaster happened recently. Thanks to your master, who is in charge of the overall situation in the city, I saved Zhi's life..."

He stood just one step away from them. Although he had a gentle smile and his eyebrows were filled with many emotions similar to "gratitude" and "joy", he always had an inexplicable feeling with everyone else.

The barriers between us are still not like those between people in the mortal world.

The person who calls himself "Tan Zhi" is completely different from the tall and thin ones. He is definitely not a person who sheds blood and holds a knife, and he doesn't even have the slightest trace of murderous aura in his body.

But Du Heng felt increasingly uncertain in her heart. She didn't like people and things that she couldn't see through.

"Lord Jiang, I not only want to express my gratitude to you in person, but the 'donation' of half of the food that I appointed to my subordinates before is true... During this natural disaster, we should share weal and woe and help each other..."
Chapter completed!