The light in the carriage was weak, the darkness and the depression created by the small space made the atmosphere unbearable.
After getting in the car, the young man couldn't bear it. He reached out and lifted the curtains on the side to let the sunlight in.
The coachman raised his whip, paused suddenly, and turned around and asked, "Master, where are you going?"
The young man looked at the mountains outside the window and said calmly: "Go forward."
"But……"
"There is no impassable road in this world. Even if it is a cliff, it is still possible." The young man said.
The man next to him smiled: "No, there is a place you can't go to."
The young man looked at him: "Oh?"
"The reason why the road is passable is because there is land, which carries and contains all things. But if the road collapses and turns into an abyss, how can you pass it?"
The young man raised his eyebrows and looked at him.
The man also raised his hand, opened the curtain on the other side, and said: "Most of the people here are refugees. How many people can read? Who are the words on the wooden board for?"
"What do you mean?"
"There is Qian in the hexagram, and Qian also represents a horse. The rider is rich and can afford to read and know the characters. The person who wrote this board had expected it a long time ago."
"Hexagrams again," the young man sneered, "You can't live without these hexagrams in your mouth all day long."
The young man looked forward and shouted: "Stone!"
"Yes, Master." The coachman responded.
"Keep going, I'll make a bet with him."
The man smiled lightly: "I know you, you don't gamble with the sky."
"I don't believe in destiny, Stone, let's go!"
"Yes, Master!"
The driver raised his riding crop and slapped the horse hard on the buttocks.
My body feels uncomfortably hot, but the sun is shining brightly.
Xia Zhaoyi walked for a while, then sat down by the river to wash her face with water. After walking and walking for more than two hours, she finally saw a village.
The village occupies a large area and is surrounded by mountains and rivers. Outside the village, a group of children are running around, chasing and playing with smiles.
Next to it, there is a mother chicken leading a group of chicks, running happily along.
There are many protective fences along the road, some of which are dark and mottled with old blood stains on the outside.
Several old women were sitting under a tree to enjoy the cool air. Xia Zhaoyi waded over to inquire after the shallow water, then bought some clothes, stayed at the only inn in the village, and had a good meal.
There was very little business in the inn, and the shopkeeper and the waiters were sitting there chatting leisurely.
Xia Zhaoyi was sitting by the window in the lobby downstairs, holding her chin up and looking at the setting sun outside the window.
The kitchen chef shouted from inside.
"Here we come!" the waiter shouted, got up and went in, then came out with a bowl of soup.
"Girl, what's the medicine you want to fry?" The waiter brought it straight to Xia Zhaoyi's side.
Xia Zhaoyi raised his head and smiled: "Thank you, brother."
"Hey, you're welcome, you're welcome."
The medicine was still very hot, so Xia Zhaoyi put it by the window and blew on it.
She continued to hold her chin up, watching the white smoke curl up, her eyebrows slightly wrinkled, and her eyes became distant and empty.
When I was arrested, although it was snowing heavily, it was still dusk and twilight.
She pretended to be her second brother, and was surrounded by the enemy's army with the remaining soldiers. The two sides were facing each other, and she was trying to delay as much as possible.
When I ask myself what I am most ashamed of in my life, it is these soldiers.
I had never met them before, I only knew them from my second brother’s letters, but when I actually met them, it was a moment of life and death that they shared weal and woe.
The bodies of my father and brother were abandoned in the wind and snow, letting the world and the earth ridicule them. But before they died, at least they died in battle, and they died well and unyieldingly.
As for those soldiers, they could have fought until the last moment and died as a warrior.
But in order to give the second brother a chance to escape and protect her identity, they did not choose to face the enemy head-on and have a hearty fight. Instead, they retreated and escaped again and again, and were finally captured together with her.
Captured alive and put to death.
This is the greatest humiliation for any chivalrous and fearless warrior.
It has been two years. Is the body cold? Does the family know about it? How will the funeral arrangements be made?
Her names and those of her father and brother will be recorded in temples and history books, but what about these soldiers?
Whether a general succeeds or fails, all his bones will wither.
Xia Zhaoyi's eyes gradually turned red. She blinked, restrained her exposed emotions, and raised her hand to take the slightly cooled decoction from the window.
A carriage stopped outside the door. The driver shouted at the horse and got out of the carriage.
The shopkeeper and the waiter heard the sound and went out to greet him: "Your Majesty!"
A little maid jumped off the horse, turned around and lifted up the car curtain: "Miss."
A girl of fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in men's clothing, held her hand and walked out of the car with a pale face.
The jolting of the carriage made her feel uncomfortable, and her pretty face lost all color. Just a few steps after landing, she propped herself up at the door, opened her mouth and vomited all over the floor.
The shopkeeper and the waiter's expressions suddenly turned ugly and they froze there.
"What are you looking at!" The little maid stood in front of the girl, a little annoyed, "I'll give you more money to clean it!"
"Si Zhu." the girl called.
The little maid hurriedly turned around: "Miss."
The girl took out a handkerchief and wiped her mouth. She looked up at the shopkeeper and the waiter. Seeing their expressions, she frowned: "I just don't go out enough and I can't get used to riding in a carriage. What do you look like? You think I'm dirty to your shop."
?"
There were already some passers-by watching, and an old woman couldn't help but said: "Isn't this dirty?"
The little maid put her hands on her hips and said angrily: "Is it bothering you if you talk too much? This is outside the store, not inside!"
After scolding, he stretched out his hand to support the girl: "Miss, come here."
The master and servant were about to walk towards the store.
The coachman was still pulling the horse and asked in a loud voice: "Sir, where are we going to the backyard? My horse has to rest."
The shopkeeper sent the waiter, and then sent someone to clean outside, and then went in to welcome the master and servant pair.
As soon as she entered the hall and smelled the medicinal smell in the hall, the little maid frowned: "What kind of smell is this! Shopkeeper, can your store still work? My lady can't stand this smell!"
"It's mine," Xia Zhaoyi stood up and said, "I've finished drinking it. I just saw that there were no guests here, so I asked my brother to boil the medicine and bring it directly. I should go back to the room and go upstairs."
The little maid glared at her and helped the girl walk to the other side.
After ordering a few dishes, the little maid poured a bowl of water to the girl. The girl held the water and asked, "Shopkeeper, have you ever had a pair of brothers here?"
"brother?"
"They are also riding in a carriage. The elder brother is in his twenties and has a sick appearance, and the younger brother is fourteen or fifteen years old and tall. The two of them have four guards with them." The girl described.
The shopkeeper shook his head: "No, you are the only ones who came by carriage during my whole day."
The girl's expression darkened.
The little maid beside her also dimmed.
"Is there anything else, sir?" the shopkeeper asked.
The girl shook her head: "No, thank you shopkeeper."
But at this moment, gongs and drums sounded loudly in the village: "Urgent report! Urgent report!"
A young boy ran over beating gongs and drums: "The bandits are coming! The bandits are coming!"
