Xia Zhaoyi remembered what she heard in Zheng Guogong's mansion the night she left Beijing.
Zhao Xun said that soldiers are used to protect the home and the country, and they must protect the people of a place.
Zhao Xun could not have known that she was hiding outside at that time, so those words were definitely not meant for her to hear.
But now, the Duke of Zheng's mansion is leaving and is returning to Zhengbei along with Peifeng's Huben camp.
In fact, Xia Zhaoyi can completely understand the idea of the Duke of Zheng to leave Daqian and return to Zhengbei. Whether it is Zhao Zuo who has been guarding Peifeng for half a year and has run out of ammunition and food several times, or the Tiancheng camp who is now desperately guarding the capital. Zheng Guogong's government was extremely benevolent and righteous, and he did not disrespect Da Qian.
As for Zheng Beijun, they were really cruel.
While we were talking, someone came over.
Xia Zhaoyi raised his head and saw Jiang Silu, who had been away for a while. This time, there was only a small official behind him.
When Jiang Siru caught the girl's gaze, his face looked a little bad and his steps stagnated slightly. He avoided her sight uncomfortably and continued walking.
The clerk following behind him was of medium height and had a sinister expression. He gave Xia Zhaoyi and the others a cold look.
Xia Zhaoyi did not sit in front of the door this time and did not block his way. They passed by her, opened the door, and closed it again.
Zhi Changle didn't like this person, but he remembered what Xia Zhaoyi said before and didn't feel comfortable complaining about anything, so he just whispered: "Ah Li, maybe I recognized you."
Xia Zhaoyi felt that sitting here would hinder others, so she stood up and said, "Let's go somewhere else."
The back office of Jingzhao Mansion was very large, so they left here and went next door.
Song Qingtang followed them and sat down at the stone table. Xia Zhaoyi and Zhi Changle looked at him with confusion.
"Don't you have anything else to do?" Xia Zhaoyi asked.
"If something happens at the city gate, we will report it as soon as possible."
Xia Zhaoyi waited for a while and saw that he had finished saying this and did not continue, so he stopped talking and looked at the courtyard gate over there.
The wind blew softly, and the remaining leaves in the courtyard rolled and fell. Song Qingtang looked at the girl, who was raising her hand to push the strands of hair behind her ears.
Seeing the wounds on her palms, Song Qingtang frowned and raised his eyes to look at her fair and tender face, with a clean and clear profile. There were also several slender wounds on her snow-white ears and the back of her neck.
Stumbling and stumbling, I was really hurt all over.
"Why are you always staring at Ah Li?" Zhi Changle suddenly said.
Song Qingtang was startled and looked at him. Then his cheeks turned red and he stammered: "You, what are you talking about?"
After saying that, she looked at Xia Zhaoyi in embarrassment. The girl looked at her calmly: "Can you ask me for anything?"
"I, what can I ask of you?"
"It's either adultery or robbery." Xia Zhaoyi said.
Song Qingtang's neck turned red: "What are you pulling? Why is it either raped or stolen!"
"If you want me to help you, feel free to do it. I have nothing to do in the city these days, so it's okay to help you. It's too complicated and nerve-wracking to discuss."
"No, no..."
Xia Zhaoyi looked at him again, held up her cheek with one hand, and looked back at the courtyard door.
Song Qingtang coughed lightly, picked up the topic at random, and continued to analyze the situation in the world. He didn't know if the girl was listening. Anyway, it was not embarrassing. Zhi Changle would give some face and responded a few times.
Finally, unable to sit any longer, Song Qingtang had to find an excuse to leave.
As the sky grew dark, Xia Zhaoyi led Chang Le away from the small courtyard. She had already figured out the terrain, mainly to see the guards who took turns taking turns.
Song Qingtang was waiting outside. When he saw them, he stood up and greeted them: "Ah Li!"
"What a coincidence, Mr. Song." Zhi Changle said.
"Du Yide came over just now," Song Qingtang said, "I didn't want to deal with him, so I came out. I have been with Mr. Zhu and my father all afternoon. I didn't specially wait for you here."
"Du Yide, Yanyun Weifu?" Xia Zhaoyi said.
"Yes, it's just him. He didn't deal with me in the past, but he has put in a lot of effort during this time. He is also a man. Speaking of it, the Yanyun Guards suffered heavy casualties."
Xia Zhaoyi asked: "Where is your Xiaohu Camp?"
"It's also very tragic," Song Qingtang sighed, "Our General Lin Cao was kidnapped by Shen Lie before, but he was finally released. He lost twice as much weight. It happened that the Guangqu Gate was broken, and he didn't bother to rest. I got up and went to guard the city gate, but was stabbed several times by the refugees who took away the sword!"
They talked as they walked, and Song Qingtang followed them.
Xia Zhaoyi stopped at this moment, raised his head and looked forward, and saw a figure quickly moving toward the back of the corridor.
Zhi Changle and Song Qingtang followed her gaze and found nothing.
"Ah Li," Zhi Changle whispered, "What are you looking at?"
"No," Xia Zhaoyi looked away and said, "It's nothing."
After leaving the open space here, Xia Zhaoyi had no intention of continuing to wander around. He yawned several times, saying that he was tired and wanted to go back.
"I'll see you off," Song Qingtang said.
Xia Zhaoyi did not stop him, so Song Qingtang asked someone to lead his horse and followed them away from the back office.
The long street was silent, with few lights on the street. Xia Zhaoyi was still yawning on the horse, so sleepy that tears filled her eyes.
"Are you so sleepy?" Zhi Changle asked worriedly, "Ali, are you sick again?"
When she was sick before, she was very lethargic.
"Again?" Song Qingtang said, "Ah Li, were you sick before?"
Xia Zhaoyi sniffed, looking listless, and did not reply to them.
Walking all the way to Shengjing Street, detouring to Huaizhou Street, after walking for a long time, Xia Zhaoyi suddenly reined in his horse, raised his head and looked up at the sky, but he didn't look sleepy just now.
The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the dark blue sky is like a treasure plate.
Zhi Changle and Song Qingtang also stopped, looked at her in confusion, and then raised their heads.
"What are you looking at?" Song Qingtang asked.
"It's nothing, I have a nosebleed." Xia Zhaoyi said.
Song Qingtang looked at her hurriedly, and Zhi Changle also looked at her.
No nosebleeds.
"I'm looking at the stars." Xia Zhaoyi said again, still looking at the sky.
Looking up at this angle, her eyes are particularly beautiful. Her eyelashes are not thick, but they are very long. Her tearful eyes are moonlight, clear and bright. When her eyes turn, the waves flicker slightly, like autumn water. .
"How many refugees are there outside the city? Have they all retreated?" Xia Zhaoyi looked at Song Qingtang.
Song Qingtang, who was looking at her in awe, was caught off guard by the sudden gaze. He paused and said awkwardly: "What, what?"
"How many refugees are there outside the city? Have they all retreated?" Xia Zhaoyi asked again.
"I don't know," Song Qingtang shook his head, "There are still some left this morning, at least thirty or forty thousand."
"This is from this morning, where's the one from today?"
Song Qingtang raised his eyebrows: "...I didn't ask today, but the number of people should only decrease but not increase."
"Ali, aren't you sleepy?" Zhi Changle asked at this time.
"I'm pretending," Xia Zhaoyi's expression became serious, "We are being watched all the time around Jingzhao Mansion."
"Someone is staring at us?" Zhi Changle was stunned and looked around, "Then here..."
"There are three streets. We are riding horses, but no one can keep up with us on foot."
