The carriage galloped along the uneven official road, reflecting the rising sun, and the bumping sound echoed in the sedan.
The breathing rate increased instantly. Wei Changtian, who understood the meaning of Li Zimu, thought of a word almost immediately -
subconscious.
Obviously, the "unconscious thoughts" that Li Zimu refers to are subconscious minds.
Of course, although the word "subconscious" refers to the past life, it does not mean that people in this world do not have similar concepts.
So it doesn't matter what the name is, what matters is what Li Zimu just said.
"All seemingly random choices are actually determined by these hidden thoughts."
"Sir, do you believe that if you could do it over again, ten times, or a hundred times, you would still choose South Gate?"
"This is not fate, it's your mind."
"..."
Looking at the slightly green face opposite him, if Wei Changtian hadn't heard it with his own ears, he probably wouldn't have believed that these words came from a teenage woman.
But Li Zimu really said that.
And he said it with great certainty.
At this moment, Wei Changtian could completely confirm that Li Zimu had abilities that were different from ordinary people.
To put it more modestly, it is called "meticulous thinking", and to put it more exaggeratedly, it is called "mind-reading".
Unlike Chu Xianping's powerful layout and strategic abilities, Li Zimu may not be able to use lies and conspiracy to achieve some "impossible" things.
But she can read people's minds.
Where did this ability come from? Why did it appear in such an ordinary peasant girl?
Wei Changtian did not know the above issues.
but......
"Miss Li, are you willing to be a soldier of the Wei family?"
"..."
After Wei Changtian finished speaking, Yang Liushi's eyes became a little surprised.
Perhaps in her opinion, with Li Zimu's ability, he would never be able to equal Chu Xian in the future, so the status of a dead soldier would be too "unfair" to her.
But Li Zimu's expression did not change at all, as if he had expected this to happen, and he just nodded lightly.
"Since you have saved me twice, my life should belong to you."
"I am willing to serve you."
"good."
Nodding slightly, Wei Changtian paused and asked:
"Where are your parents buried?"
"..."
Li Zimu's eyes were stunned, and a trace of extremely complicated emotions flashed in his eyes.
She knew why Wei Changtian asked this question.
Since he is going to be a dead soldier of the Wei family from now on, he naturally has to "say goodbye" to everything in the past.
"Just, just in Xiaogangshan in the north of the city..."
"Um."
Wei Changtian responded, then turned to the outside of the car and ordered:
"Zhang San."
"Let's go to Xiaogangshan first."
...
...
The ground is full of weeds and jagged rocks.
I don’t know if it’s because spring hasn’t started yet, but Xiaogang Mountain is desolate at this time. Apart from the bare short trees, the most abundant things on the mountain are old and new tombs.
Most of the people killed by bandits are buried here, and Li Zimu's parents are no exception.
"Sir, how do you plan to use Miss Li?"
Looking at Li Zimu from a distance, who was kneeling in front of two adjacent tombs and kowtowing, Yang Liushi asked Wei Changtian in a low voice: "It's very rare that she has such ability. Don't treat her like a cow or a horse."
handle."
"When did I treat others like cattle and horses?"
Crossing his hands across his chest, Wei Changtian curled his lips and said, "Besides, whether she is really capable or not can't just be judged by this one thing."
"I will test her a few more times in the future. If she handles it well, then I will naturally reuse her."
"Huh, that's good..."
Yang Liushi breathed a sigh of relief: "Miss Li is a poor person. I hope she can forget those unbearable past events soon."
"I guess I can't forget it."
Wei Changtian shook his head: "Both my father and mother died at the hands of thieves, and I was also raped by the bandits. No one would be able to bear such a grudge for the rest of their lives."
"..."
Eyes lowered, Yang Liushi seemed to be unable to bear looking at Li Zimu's thin back, and whispered helplessly:
"Miss Li can read people's hearts, but she doesn't know why she fell into the hands of gangsters..."
"Well, what's the use of reading people's hearts? It's no match for a gangster's knife."
Wei Changtian sighed: "Besides, she might have done it deliberately to avenge her parents. Who knows?"
"Young Master, wouldn't you know if you just ask?"
"Forget it, it's pointless."
"Um......"
"..."
The mountain breeze blew by, bringing the faint sound of crying into the ears of Wei Changtian and Yangliu Shi.
Not long after the sobbing stopped, the two saw Li Zimu finally standing up unsteadily.
She bowed to the two tombs with some nostalgia, then quickly wiped the corners of her eyes, lowered her head and walked back step by step.
"alright?"
Glancing at Li Zimu's red eyes, Wei Changtian didn't say much.
"Let's go."
"Yes, master..."
"You don't need to call me Master, just call me Young Master like Zhang San."
"Yes, sir."
"Um."
"..."
that's all.
When the sun in the east had fully risen and golden light fell on the earth, the troika finally left the boundary of Zhongling and continued northward toward the capital.
From originally wanting to see the "changes" in Zhongling, to acting on behalf of Heaven in anger, to inexplicably accepting a dead soldier with "mind-reading skills"...
For the first time, Wei Changtian enjoyed the treatment of a protagonist like "you can pick up treasures while on the road", but he didn't appear very happy. He kept his eyes closed on the way and didn't know what he was thinking.
When we arrived at noon, the Tanzhou Prefectural Government also responded to the letter.
"Sir, Mr. Feng, the governor of Tanzhou, said that he will immediately send troops to Zhongling to wipe out all the remaining bandits in the city. A new county magistrate will also take office along with him, and the state government will also use money to compensate the people who suffered due to banditry."
"Master Feng promises that this kind of thing will never happen again. He is also planning to go to the capital to see you in person and apologize to you and Ning Wenjun face to face..."
The banditry that had been going on for two years was immediately resolved just because of a message from Wei Changtian, and the governor of one state even came to apologize in person.
This undoubtedly proves how influential the Wei family is in Daning now.
"Tell Mr. Feng that there is no need to apologize. I don't have the time."
After replying to Zhang San, Wei Changtian stopped talking, and the car and sedan became quiet again.
Li Zimu opposite had already changed into a set of clothes from Yangliu Shi. Although it was a bit loose for her, it was still better than Wei Changtian's robe.
It was as if she didn't hear the conversation between Wei Changtian and Zhang San just now, and she kept her head down in a daze.
Obviously, he must have still not recovered from the "separation" from his parents.
"Sir, I want to hear you complete that poem right now."
Suddenly, Yang Liushi's voice broke the silence.
"Um?"
Wei Changtian was stunned for a moment, his eyes fell on Li Zimu, as if he understood the meaning of Yangliu's poem.
"When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine. I wonder what year it is in the palace in the sky..."
He had no ink marks, so he immediately recited "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" slowly.
Although this is a Mid-Autumn Festival poem, it is also written about a night scene. Both the time and the scenery are far from today.
But as soon as the first two sentences were spoken, Yang Liushi's eyes froze, and Li Zimu also raised his head in confusion.
Wei Changtian's voice in the car was neither too loud nor too quiet. Outside the car, there was a vast expanse of plains and vast horizons.
The loess stretches thousands of miles, the bare mountains stretch endlessly, and the desolate land is soundless and silent.
Under the sky, there were only three carriages galloping alone, leaving Zhongling City far behind and heading straight for the stormy Daning Capital.
"..."
"People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This has never been the case in ancient times."