The small white hands hold the stone, and there is sunlight above it. With the light behind it, the stone seems to be glowing.
"Look at it." Xia Zhaoyi said, then let go of his hand.
The stone fell to the ground, but for a moment, Bian Lei felt as if he was being slowed down.
He lowered his eyes and looked at the stone that fell on the ground, his eyes gradually losing their luster.
"What are you doing?" Song Erlang asked.
Xia Zhaoyi glanced at him, put away his whip and walked towards Qingyun: "It's painful to die, so throw a stone to distract him."
This was the first time I heard it. Song Erlang opened his mouth and smiled lukewarmly: "Who taught you this?"
Xia Zhaoyi paused slightly, pursed her lips, and turned to look at Song Erlang: "I'll ask you three questions, and you'll ask me three questions as well. You can ask whatever you want, okay?"
This sentence came out of nowhere. Song Erlang looked at her amusedly: "What do you want to ask?"
"Is Dingguo's palace still there?" Xia Zhaoyi asked casually.
Song Erlang was stunned.
The girl stood over there, her eyes bold and straightforward, looking at him steadily.
Her little hand hanging by her side held the long whip, holding it tightly with an invisible tremor.
This look in his eyes seemed familiar to him. It was the perseverance in the most desperate times on the battlefield.
"There is no Duke Ding's palace anymore," Song Erlang replied, and then asked, "Where did the whip in your hand come from?"
Xia Zhaoyi blinked and looked up at the clear blue sky.
There was no wind, and the weather was uncomfortably hot. She was already sweating profusely, and the clothes on her back were wet and sticky against her body.
My feet also hurt, and my muscles were twisted again.
And her hands, the backs of them are white and tender, and their palms have long been covered with various herbs, which were rubbed by climbing up and down the mountain.
However, now it seems that these discomforts and pains do not exist.
Originally, this body was a strange existence to her.
She just wanted to use this body to go home. Even if her father and brother were missing, at least she still had a second brother and a younger brother.
If she is no longer home, where will she go?
"What's wrong with you?" Song Erlang said.
"The whip's name is Qian Sibi," Xia Zhaoyi said in a calm voice, "I made it myself."
"Did you do it yourself?" Song Erlang was surprised.
Xia Zhaoyi looked away and looked at him: "Why is it gone? Is it really related?"
Song Erlang looked at her strangely and nodded: "Yes."
"I did it myself." Xia Zhaoyi said.
Song Erlang paused slightly, feeling that he had been fooled, and hurriedly said: "No, that's not a problem!"
"Who is involved?" Xia Zhaoyi looked at him with no intention of bargaining.
"Why do you care about this?"
"You answer first."
Song Erlang pursed his lips, looked at the girl, and shook his head slightly: "I don't want to answer this question."
"Why don't you answer? Everyone in the Dingguo Duke's mansion will be executed. This will definitely tell the world. I will find out after a little inquiry. Whether you say it or not, you will not lose anything."
"I just don't want to answer," Song Erlang said, "My second question doesn't count. I'm going to ask you again."
"You really don't want to answer?" Xia Zhaoyi asked.
"It's my turn, second question, why do you ask this?"
Xia Zhaoyi withdrew his gaze, hung the long whip on Qingyun, and held the reins to leave.
"Hey!" Song Erlang stepped forward to stop her, "You haven't answered yet!"
"If you don't answer me, I won't answer you. There's nothing wrong with that."
While speaking, the girl didn't even raise her eyes and looked coldly at the ground.
"Are you angry with me?" Song Erlang looked at her face.
Xia Zhaoyi raised her eyes and looked into his eyes: "Who is involved?"
This girl is really stubborn.
Song Erlang laughed and looked her over again: "Why on earth are you asking this?"
"Answer me first."
"I don't." Song Erlang argued with interest.
Xia Zhaoyi took the horse and was about to leave.
Song Erlang stretched out his hand to stop her: "Where are you going?"
"You answer me and I will answer you."
"I can't even speak to you normally?"
"Who is implicated?" Xia Zhaoyi looked at him.
"You are really a strange girl." Song Erlang shook his head, "I don't want to waste time with you anymore, you can leave."
"Goodbye." Xia Zhaoyi said coldly, took the horse and left.
Just as she passed by Song Erlang, a weight suddenly hit her waist, and then her whole body was lifted up.
She then reached out to pick off the horse's whip.
His body was carried on Qingyun's horseback.
The long whip in her hand was also swung out.
After realizing that the other party had no ill intentions, it was too late to stop the attack.
Song Erlang raised his hand to block the whip, but retracted in pain.
Even the thick calluses in the palm could not withstand the sharpness of Qian Sibi, and blood oozed from it.
Xia Zhaoyi turned around and glared at Song Erlang.
Song Erlang was even more angry: "You girl, you are so vicious and ruthless, your good intentions are not rewarded!"
"Do I want you to touch me?" Xia Zhaoyi said.
"They also say that you have a good heart and a good temper. You are a hedgehog just like the green whip!"
Xia Zhaoyi withdrew her gaze and hung the unrolled Qian Sibi back on the horse. After a pause, she looked at the wound in Song Erlang's hand: "Show me."
"what?"
"Give it to me." Xia Zhaoyi stretched out her hand.
Song Erlang frowned, but still stretched out his hand.
The soft little hands held his fingers, and the size and color of the two hands showed a sharp contrast.
Xia Zhaoyi checked the wound and found that it was not very deep.
She opened her small bag and took out a small bamboo tube. Unscrewing the lid of the small bamboo tube, she made a gesture to sprinkle the powder inside into Song Erlang's palm.
Song Erlang quickly withdrew his hand: "What are you going to do?"
"Afraid that I'll poison you?" Xia Zhaoyi said amusedly.
"What kind of medicine is this?"
"As you said, you can't waste time," Xia Zhaoyi closed the lid and handed it over, "I know you must have a military doctor accompanying you, but since this injury was caused by me, I naturally have to make some compensation.
, my medicine can help you get better quickly, at least it won't be afraid of sweat seeping into the wound."
Song Erlang still looked at her, this girl was strange and strange.
"Do you have a lot of time?" Xia Zhaoyi said, "Take it."
Because he was sitting on a horse, even though he was small, Song Erlang still had to look up at her.
A girl's drooping gaze is really not what a child should have.
He paused and reached out to take the small bamboo tube.
"You are all good," Xia Zhaoyi said again, "Whether you are guarding the border or you are demoted to this place to suppress bandits, you are all protecting your home and country."
The bamboo tube is not small, but it is suitable for the palm of a girl. Now it is held in Song Erlang's big palm, and it seems a bit too small.
He rubbed his palms and said, "Then I will not ask you the previous question. I will ask you again, where do you come from and why do you know so much?"
Moreover, what she did and said was really inconsistent with her age. Even among the aristocratic children who went to women's schools in the capital, not many could be as smart and calm as her.
Without thinking, the girl turned her head and looked at him, and said the same thing: "Who is involved?"
Well, Song Erlang was defeated and didn't want to ask anymore, so he said, "Then you can go."
