"You want to leave now?" Qian Qianqian said blankly.
"Um."
You don’t have to ask these two people, there are so many people you can ask.
"Take care." Xia Zhaoyi said, tightened the bag on his shoulders, and walked forward.
Qian Qianqian blinked, there was no way he could just leave.
"Ah Li!" Qian Qianqian trotted to catch up, "Why don't you take a break and eat something? And your clothes, do you really not want to change?"
"What's wrong, Qianqian?" Yu's mother shouted.
"Mom Yu, Ah Li is leaving!" Qian Qianqian turned around and said.
Aunt Feng was stunned for a moment and blurted out: "Ali!"
Xia Zhaoyi didn't stop, frowning slightly in discomfort.
It was a chance encounter, but six days had not passed since she opened her eyes on this little girl named Ah Li.
The interactions with these women were not very pleasant.
But I don't know why, it seems a little uncomfortable to leave directly like this.
We have obviously arrived at the official road, met the officers and soldiers, and are already safe.
"Ali, Aunt Feng is calling you." Qian Qianqian followed and said.
"Yeah." Xia Zhaoyi responded.
"You have to take care of it."
"I've told you more than once that I'm leaving."
"But now that you are gone, you still have to say something. I don't know if we will have a chance to meet again in the future..."
Is that the case?
Xia Zhaoyi shook his head, his expression was calm, and he said nothing.
Song Erlang was taking the secret letter and was about to open it when he saw the Miss Zeng family walking over carrying a small bundle.
"Why are you going?" Song Erlang shouted.
"go home."
"Muzhou?"
Xia Zhaoyi smiled lightly and did not answer.
"Don't you want to change your clothes?" Song Erlang asked again.
Xia Zhaoyi shook his head: "I won't change it."
"Why are you leaving alone," Qin Sanlang asked with concern, "Did you have a quarrel with them? It's inappropriate for you, a girl, to walk alone."
"Don't worry about me, it'll be fine."
"You go back first. I can't explain to Mr. Zeng if you leave alone." Qin Sanlang said seriously.
Xia Zhaoyi stopped, paused, and said: "No wonder Song Qingtang said that you are stupid, do you believe whatever I say? I am not the granddaughter of Mr. Zeng He, how could you take it seriously so easily? Just now he said
Too unruly and rude, Mr. Zeng He’s family has been in trouble for generations, so by making such a fuss, I can be considered as a discredit to their family.”
"Aren't you Miss Zeng?" Qin Sanlang was stunned.
"Well, so you don't have to worry about how to explain to Mr. Zeng." Xia Zhaoyi said and walked forward.
"But girl..." Qin Sanlang shouted again.
Song Erlang grabbed him and said, "Why are you asking her to do this? She is so annoying. Let her live or die. Why do you worry?"
It's actually fake.
He was still talking nonsense and pulled out a bunch of nonsense.
Well, he also humiliated Miss Xia by the way.
At such a young age and so cunning, he now even doubts the true identity of this group of people.
However, she seems to know quite a lot.
If we say she is a bandit, she doesn't look like it.
Taking advantage of this time, Xia Zhaoyi had already walked quite a distance.
Qin Sanlang looked at such a young girl, then looked at Song Erlang: "This is not good."
"What's wrong? There are at least twenty or thirty people coming and going every day, and you don't necessarily want to take them all. Moreover, she wants to leave on her own, but we have kept her." Song Erlang said nonchalantly,
"Perhaps she is just angry with those women and wants others to go up and coax her."
"Ali..."
Qian Qianqian looked at Xia Zhaoyi's back and murmured in a low voice.
Song Erlang glanced at Qian Qianqian over there, and then turned back to look at Xia Zhaoyi.
From the looks of it, he doesn't look angry...
The steps are brisk, without any hesitation, but this brisk step feels like walking steadily.
Forget it, no one can control the path she wants to take.
It's important to survive, but no one will be responsible for you if you die.
but……
"Something's wrong," Song Erlang suddenly said, "What did she call me just now?"
"What?"
"Song Qingtang," Song Erlang looked at Xia Zhaoyi's back, "she really knows my name."
After a pause, Song Erlang said again: "Qin Jun, the more I look at it, the more strange it becomes. Even this figure seems strange to me."
"Um?"
"Her pace looks familiar to me...it seems like I've seen her before."
It is both light and stable, sometimes it seems to float, but every step seems very heavy.
contradiction.
Song Erlang withdrew his gaze, lowered his head and opened the envelope.
The official road is very old, and many of the cracks in the stone bricks are very deep.
Xia Zhaoyi walked slowly and leisurely. After more than two hours, she found a creek and sat down to rest.
The water was strong, the water surface was turbid, and a lot of sediment washed up from the upper stream, dyeing the stream muddy yellow.
The trees on the roadside are lush and green. Even though the heavy rains in the past few days have brought a lot of damage, they can hardly compete with the vigorous vitality that is already exuberant in spring and summer.
Xia Zhaoyi picked up a thick wooden branch and dug a hole next to the relatively flat and wide river bank.
It is about two feet deep and half a foot wide.
The clear water slowly filtered and seeped out from the soil. After it accumulated for a while, she took out the fruits in the bag and washed them in the pit.
After calculating the time of the day, and then hearing the wind to identify the position, she made a small calculation, bit the fruit and looked at the official road behind her.
The upper stem is the lower sunda, which is the hexagram of Tianfengjiu.
The four lines in the Qian hexagram correspond to two Qian hexagrams, which is the body of restraint.
If there is no business in the hexagram, I think there will be some disaster.
It's just that at this time and on this road, who would come?
Xia Zhaoyi took another crisp bite and waited patiently.
The surrounding fields are green and green, the mountains and rivers are murmuring, and the heaven and earth are vast and grand.
A simple carriage with four tall horses was leisurely walking south from the intersection.
The driver was young, in his twenties, with a strong build.
There is a large knife next to the hand holding the riding crop. Judging from its appearance and texture, it weighs at least eleven or twelve pounds.
The group of people walked quietly, making no sound.
After walking for about half an hour, a deep male voice sounded in the car: "Take a rest."
"No," a slightly immature young man's voice sounded, "continue."
The coachman was about to rein in the horse, but after hearing this, he raised his whip again and lightly slapped the horse's buttocks.
"It's been a long time." The deep male voice in the car was a little unhappy.
The boy didn't answer.
The carriage continued to move forward.
"Take a rest." The male voice called again.
The driver didn't seem to hear, and the horse continued to move forward slowly at the same speed as before, neither fast nor slow.
"Wait a minute." A guard on the left suddenly shouted, pointing forward, "What is that?"
The driver looked up, pulled the reins, and ordered the horse to stop.
"What's wrong?" the boy said.
"There is something, Master."
"Lift the curtain." The young man said.
The driver jumped out of the car and raised his hand to lift the curtain.
An elegant fragrance faintly spread out, the light inside the car was dim, and the young man in purple walked out of the car.
The fair and smooth skin contrasts with the shimmering light and seems to reflect the brilliance.
