Huidong rubbed the back of his head with his bandaged hand and grinned. He looked a bit naive and silly like that.
Di Zhijiao looked at Huidong's appearance and couldn't help but find it interesting. She was in charge, straightened Huidong's clothes, and said: "Be careful on the way to Lincheng. Remember, don't strike up a conversation with strangers..."
It was only after Di Zhijiao said this that the usually taciturn man took over the words directly and said: "Remember, yellow and white things should not be exposed to the outside, as they can easily attract danger and attract the attention of interested people. Remember, don't live in a dilapidated temple.
Don’t stay in a too good inn. Remember, don’t starve yourself on the road, but when you’re traveling a long way, it’s not easy to overeat, so be prepared with a smile on your face, some dry food and some water.”
Seeing Huidong recounting everything she had told him one by one, Di Zhijiao also nodded in relief, with a smile on her face.
Huidong still grinned and smiled innocently, and continued: "I remember everything Sister Jin said. Wait until I bring Shaohong over from Lincheng, and then come and see Sister Jin."
Huidong's well-behaved appearance satisfied Di Zhijiao, and she asked: "The bowman was originally called Shaohong. Every time I hear you mention it, it's red, red, red."
"Sister Jin will definitely like him when she sees him."
Di Zhijiao also narrowed her eyes and nodded, but she blinked and seemed to have thought of something, and asked again: "If you didn't mention it, I would have forgotten it. That guy from Qingchuan once said that the archer has a lot of background, Huidong,
Do you know where it comes from?"
Huidong touched the back of his head with his hand again, frowned slightly, and said: "I can't say, I only have a general understanding after meeting Lord Bai Ling."
Upon hearing Huidong's words, Di Zhijiao also frowned. Then, her eyes widened and she hurriedly asked: "Huidong, tell sister, what is Shaohong's full name? What is his surname?"
Huidong was not surprised at Di Zhijiao's reaction and replied: "Shaohong's surname is Hua, and his name is Hua Shaohong."
"Hua Shaohong?" Di Zhijiao repeated the name, her eyes and face were full of surprise, but then she turned to ecstasy and said, "So, Shaohong, he is the younger brother of the city lord? It is the city lord who has always been there
The person you are looking for?"
Although Huidong didn't know whether Bai Ling had been looking for Hua Shaohong, when he saw Bai Ling and saw Bai Ling's appearance, he didn't need to guess. He was already sure that Bai Ling was Hua Shaohong who was searching for her.
My brother, Hua Wuxin.
Huidong nodded, then blinked and said, "I remembered that Sister Jin has been away from home all the time and rarely returned to the West, so she has never seen Shaohong. If Sister Jin saw him, she would definitely recognize him.
"
Di Zhijiao will not care about this at the moment. She said with excitement on her face: "
Huidong, you go to Lincheng earlier and bring the archer to Hansu City earlier. The two brothers will definitely be excited to meet each other."
Seeing Di Zhijiao's expression, Huidong was not surprised and nodded. Then, the two of them didn't say anything more, they just looked at each other a few more times, and Huidong left.
Watching Huidong leave, Di Zhijiao still had a smile on her face. When Huidong brings Hua Shaohong to Hansu City, and when Bai Ling sees her younger brother, she will have one less knot in her heart.
In this way, Bai Ling can devote more energy to his ambition.
Thinking of Hong Hong, Di Zhijiao couldn't help but think of the other person she mentioned. Together with her and Hui Dong's fellow archer Hua Shaohong, he was the Lord of Qingchuan who was directly connected to the Thirteenth Rider of Marquis Zhong Xi.
It has been too long since there has been any news from Qingchuan. I wonder if this heartless guy is still addicted to the dream of persuading Zhong Xihou to compete in the world.
Di Zhijiao couldn't help but sigh as she thought about it. Qingchuan, the lunatic, didn't know whether he really thought that the Marquis had the appearance of an emperor, or was he selfishly dreaming of becoming his own dragon?
Di Zhijiao was thinking about Qingchuan, and as soon as she left the country, she began to wonder. Although Daye was indeed uneasy both internally and externally.
Outside, away from the east, the Northern Qi Dynasty was ambitious, so Asai in the west was a little more peaceful.
Inside, not to mention the two hereditary and irreplaceable cities of Xidi Evernight City and Lincheng, there are also ten other cities where various family forces have interfered and have never been able to settle down.
But even so, today's Daye, externally, despises Dongli and is not afraid of Northern Qi. Internally, although it is not considered a prosperous period, it is rarely without food or clothing.
Isn’t this Daye enough?
Die Zhijiao didn't understand what the so-called Qingyang Rebellion was about. She only knew that from a woman's perspective, it was a big deal to keep the people alive.
Then, she laughed again because she thought of Qingchuan's identity, or in other words, Qingchuan's origin.
Among the thirteen of them, the Wolf King was a down-and-out young master from a foreign country in the west. She was a lowly slave girl from Dongli who was insulted and abandoned by her companions.
And Qingchuan is not from Daye either.
Thinking of Qingchuan's background, Di Zhijiao's smile was meaningful. She really couldn't associate Qingchuan with such a family. After all, Qingchuan's martial arts was really mediocre.
Di Zhijiao couldn't help but shook her head and patted her face gently with her hand. These were not things she should think about now.
The most important thing now is that Leng Mumo finds his good brother.
I heard from my brothers that Han
The Dongli people in Su City, whose identities were somewhat unclear, all died suddenly and strangely. You don’t need to think about it, these are the things done by Leng Mu’s good brother.
The last time this good brother of Leng Mu was seen by anyone was with a woman in a teahouse. This man really looked at what was in the bowl and thought about what was in the pot.
She had seen the girl in colorful clothes. The girl's beauty was comparable to Mrs. Huaying's, and several points better than hers. With such a beautiful girl by his side, he still wanted to seduce others. This good brother of Leng Mu was also
Not a good thing.
But really, whatever comes to my mind comes to me. When I feel sleepy, someone hands me a pillow. I miss my parents, and here comes my uncle Liu.
Before Di Zhijiao took two steps, she met someone.
A woman wearing a pink cloak and a gauze hat. Although the woman's figure was covered by the cloak, Di Zhijiao relied on her intuition and believed that if this woman took off her clothes, she would have a stunning figure that men would like.
As she walked past, there was a pleasant smell of flowers. Di Zhijiao carefully identified it and found that it was the fragrance of roses.
The two passed by each other, and Di Zhijiao stopped, as did the woman in pink.
Di Zhijiao turned around, and when she saw the woman in pink clothes, she also turned around.
With a smile on her face and a calm tone, Di Zhijiao asked, "The girl looks familiar. I wonder where I've seen her before?"
The woman in pink clothes spoke with a pleasant voice. She said: "Dishijiao, known as Jia Daguanren. She was originally a craftsman from Dongli, but she ended up in Daye and stayed with the most unlucky Dongli people.
Friendly cold city.”
Hearing that the woman in pink had thoroughly explored her own details, Di Zhijiao couldn't help but frown slightly and became wary.
The woman in pink clothes couldn't help but put her hand on her waist when she saw how delicate she was. She couldn't help but smile and said, "If you want to kill you, your whip won't be able to save your life."
After hearing this, Di Zhijiao also changed her expression with a smile and said: "I am a guest from afar, why don't you go find a restaurant and be the host of my slave's house and have a drink?"
The woman in pink clothes was silent for a moment, then the woman in pink clothes nodded.
Di Zhijiao took a few steps forward, walked one step in front of the woman, and asked with a smile: "Since the girl has investigated the details of the slave family so thoroughly, can you tell me which mountain and temple the girl came from?"
The woman in pink chuckled, not hiding anything, and replied: "Peach Blossom Temple, Maui!"
If the meeting between these two women was just an ordinary one, then there would be no need to tell the story of Hancheng. But it is precisely because these two women met today and talked about it later that the story of Hancheng is more interesting.