It was a long night, with Pei Feng defending inside and outside attacking, and neither inside nor outside the city had a good sleep.
Xia Zhaoyi couldn't sleep well by the Dongqing Lake, which was some distance away from Peifeng City.
The movement in Peifeng City could not be transmitted here for the time being, but as soon as she closed her eyes, Wanshan Pass was reached.
Several times when she opened her eyes and woke up from her dream, she felt restless.
I can’t tell what the emotion is, it doesn’t feel like uneasiness, or anxiety, nor does it feel like hope or longing.
It's just... not peaceful.
Get up and calculate a hexagram at leisure. The wind blows, the top is separated from the bottom, and there is a big hexagram in the fire sky.
Like the sun at the top of the sky, its light shines everywhere, it embraces all things, and it is a hexagram of wealth.
Each of the six lines contains the meaning of the host being strong and the guest being obedient. The host is the general trend, and the guest is the vassal and dependence.
She is the host, and the guest does not know the number. No matter what, it should be a good fortune.
But right now, my state of mind is constantly turbulent and not at all calm.
The sleepiness was completely gone, and Xia Zhaoyi did not lie down anymore. She looked at the silver moon diagonally falling to the ground in front of the window, and the branches were dancing with frosty white, like Qionghua Hanying.
At dawn, Yang Fugui got up to boil water. The stove outside had just started to fire, when he turned around and saw Xia Zhaoyi walking towards him wearing a coat.
"Miss Ah Li," Yang Fugui said, "you are so early."
"You're early too." Xia Zhaoyi said.
"The fish from last night are still alive!" Yang Fugui pointed to the side, "Miss Ali, do you want fish soup?"
"No." It was early in the morning, and Xia Zhaoyi didn't want to be so fishy.
"The only option is porridge, but the porridge here is very thin!"
"Yeah." Xia Zhaoyi nodded.
There was movement behind me, and an eighty-five-year-old woman came walking with a cane.
When she saw Xia Zhaoyi, the old woman raised her hand to greet her.
Xia Zhaoyi smiled and walked forward.
The old man's teeth are almost gone, his speech is unclear and awkward, and he has a strong local accent.
It was a bit difficult for Xia Zhaoyi to negotiate, but it was obvious that she wanted to chat with others, so Xia Zhaoyi stood with her.
When the water was gone, Yang Fugui yelled and went out to relieve himself. Not long after, he ran back and said panting that a group of people and a carriage were coming from outside the village.
"How many people are there?" Xia Zhaoyi asked.
"More! Nine people, nine horses, two carriages!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the shadow of the team of carriages and horses, and the other party obviously saw them.
The old woman took a step closer to Xia Zhaoyi, raised her hand and gently held Xia Zhaoyi's arm.
Li Man came out of the house. Last night he had checked to see if Fang Genghou was dead, loosened and then tied him up, and now he was holding himself up.
As soon as he came out, Li Man also saw this team of people.
The men riding on the horses are all tall and strong, with cold expressions. The weapons and saddles they wear are well-made. The carriage behind them is not luxurious, but it is steady and heavy, like those used by great Confucian scholars.
The men's eyes were very sharp. They looked at Li Man who had just come out, and then looked back at the girl standing in the middle.
"My boss, who is it?" Li Man asked softly.
"I don't know." Xia Zhaoyi said.
A man quickened his speed, and the horse came lightly.
The mother-in-law beside Xia Zhaoyi gently pulled Xia Zhaoyi back. She took a small step forward with a cane, as if she wanted to block Xia Zhaoyi with her rickets.
"Who are you?" The man asked, sitting high on the horse.
"Who are you?" the old woman asked, "We live here!"
The man glanced at her and then looked back at Xia Zhaoyi: "There is actually a Peifeng person here?"
"My granddaughter is back to see us, don't mess around!" the old woman shouted, pretending to be desperate.
She put together the script, and Xia Zhaoyi had no choice but to continue acting. To Yang Fugui and Li Yiyi's surprise, when she opened her mouth, her accent was almost exactly the same as that of the old woman: "A few years ago, during the war, my parents took me to escape to the river.
Beijing, this time the roads are blocked by winter snow and we cannot fight. I miss my grandmother, so I came back to see her."
"He Jing?" The man was a little surprised, "You are here from He Jing?"
"The emperor went to Hejing, and my parents also went to Hejing."
The man nodded, reined in his horse, turned around, and went to the carriage to report.
The person in the car opened the curtain and looked towards Xia Zhaoyi.
Xia Zhaoyi could not say that he had completely guessed the origins of this group of people, but at least he was sure they were unusual people, so he was prepared.
The car curtain opened, revealing a familiar yet unfamiliar face.
The counselor next to Li Xiao was someone she had met before when she stopped the carriage of Li Xiao, the mastermind behind the scenes, behind the Chongtian Terrace.
The other party looked up and obviously didn't recognize her.
However, Mr. Cai He was a little surprised when he saw the girl's eyebrows. She was so delicate and charming, and her temperament was so good.
With just such a glance, Mr. Cai He became concerned. The girl was too immature, only about fifteen years old. It was best to coax her at this age. Wouldn't it be wonderful if she could be used to his advantage.
"Go over and take a look." Mr. Cai He said.
"Yes." The coachman responded.
Xia Zhaoyi saw their intention and immediately turned his head to look at Li Man behind him: "Prepare the carriage and horses, we will set off later."
"Yeah." Li Man responded, turned around and walked back.
Yang Fugui screamed in his heart, and it happened again and again. Every time such a situation was about to break out, he was scared to death.
But after Xia Zhaoyi finished giving instructions to Li Man, she looked at him and said, "Help the old lady into the house."
Yang Fugui didn't get what he asked for, so he immediately stepped forward to help the old woman.
The old woman was worried and kept calling Xia Zhaoyi "young daughter" and "good daughter".
Yang Fugui was also shouting and panicked, and he was worried about leaving Xia Zhaoyi alone.
The carriage stopped next to the large water tanker, and the driver put down a redwood bench. Mr. Cai He stepped on the bench and got out of the car, walking with his warm boots across the long wooden and bamboo rafts laid out by the lake.
Before he could speak, Xia Zhaoyi said: "I don't want to have too much contact with you. When I come back, I just want to see my grandmother once. I will leave after seeing you. Don't think about what you will do to me."
Mr. Cai He was greatly surprised. He paused and said with a smile: "What do you call the little girl? I just happened to be passing by here."
"Many people covet me," Xia Zhaoyi said with disdain, "I guess you are no exception, but I just want to live a stable life and marry a man with a little money. I don't want to get involved in other things."
Mr. Cai He frowned. His aura and elegance just now seemed to have become an illusion. Now this aura has turned into her domineering attitude, which is really unpleasant.
"Since you are passing by, then you should pass by...you, please leave quickly." The girl said again.
He looks energetic, outgoing and talkative, but in fact his tone is a bit trembling, his eyes are wandering, and he feels uncomfortable.
This makes her look like a girl, but she is still a girl after all.
After all, facing a group of tall men alone, even a noble princess would find it difficult to be truly domineering at this moment.
It's just that these eyes, even though they are erratic and dodgy, are really clear and bright, and Mr. Cai He likes them very much.
A young woman with a lively and charming body, and a beautiful face, is dedicated to anyone who cannot win first-class admiration.
