Jiaohua

Chapter 81

"Are you leaving now?" Qian Qianqian asked in surprise.

"Ah."

It is not necessary to ask these two people, there are so many people who can ask.

"Take care." Xia Zhaoyi said, tightening the burden on his shoulders and walking forward.

Qian Qianqian blinked, saying that he would leave.

"Ali!" Qian Qianqian trotted to catch up, "Aren't you going to rest or eat something, and your clothes, are you really not changing?"

"What's the matter, Qianqian?" Yu's mother called.

"Mother Yu, Ali is leaving!" Qian Qianqian said back.

Aunt Feng was stunned for a moment, then blurted out, "Ali!"

Xia Zhaoyi didn't stop, frowning slightly in discomfort.

It was a chance encounter, and it has not been six days since she opened her eyes on this little girl named Ali.

It was not very pleasant to interact with these women.

But I don't know why, it seems a little uncomfortable to leave like this.

It is clear that it is the official road, and it is safe to meet the officers and soldiers.

"Ali, Aunt Feng is calling you." Qian Qianqian said.

"Yeah." Xia Zhaoyi responded.

"You have to take care of it."

"I've told you more than once that I'm leaving."

"But now that you're gone, you still have to say something. I don't know if I'll have a chance to meet again in the future..."

Is there any such thing.

Xia Zhaoyi shook her head, her expression was flat, and she did not speak.

Song Erlang was about to take the secret letter and was about to open it, when he saw this lady from the Zeng family came with a small burden.

"Why are you going?" Song Erlang exclaimed.

"go home."

"Muzhou?"

Xia Zhaoyi smiled lightly and did not answer.

"Aren't you going to change your clothes?" Song Erlang asked again.

Xia Zhaoyi shook his head: "No more."

"Why do you want to go alone," Qin Sanlang asked with concern, "Have you quarreled with them? You are a girl, and it's not right to walk alone."

"Don't worry about me, it's fine."

"You go back first. If you leave alone, I can't explain it to Mr. Zeng." Qin Saburo said solemnly.

Xia Zhaoyi stopped, paused, and said, "No wonder Song Qingtang wants to call you stupid, do you believe what I say? I'm not Mr. Zeng He's granddaughter, how can you take it so easily. It's too rude and rude, Mr. Zeng He's family has been around for generations, and if I make such a fuss, it can be regarded as a smear for their family."

"Aren't you Miss Zeng's family?" Qin Sanlang was taken aback.

"Well, so you don't have to worry about how to explain to Mr. He and Mr. Zeng." Xia Zhaoyi said and walked forward.

"But girl..." Qin Saburo called again.

Song Erlang grabbed him and said, "Why do you ask her to do it? It's so annoying. If you want to die or live with her, what are you worrying about?"

It's actually fake.

It's also bullshitting, pulling out a bunch of them.

Well, I also humiliated Miss Xia by the way.

At such a young age, he is so cunning, and now he even doubts the true identity of this group of people.

However, she seems to know a lot.

To say that she is a bandit, it doesn't look like much.

Taking advantage of this time, Xia Zhaoyi had already walked a lot of distance.

Qin Sanlang looked at such a small girl, and then looked at Song Erlang: "This is not good."

"What's wrong? There are at least 30 to [-] people who come and go every day, and you may not be able to pull them all, and she is going to leave by herself, and we have kept it." Song Erlang said nonchalantly, " Maybe it's just to get angry with those women and want others to go up and coax her."

"Ali..."

Qian Qianqian looked at Xia Zhaoyi's back and murmured.

Song Erlang glanced at Qian Qianqian over there, and then looked back at Xia Zhaoyi.

It doesn't look like a sullen look...

The footsteps are brisk, without the slightest hesitation, but this brisk footstep feels like a steady step.

Forget it, who can control the way she wants to go.

It's great to survive, and no one is responsible for you when you die.

but……

"Something's wrong," Song Erlang said suddenly, "what did she call me just now?"

"what?"

"Song Qingtang," Song Erlang looked at Xia Zhaoyi's back, "She really knows my name."

After a pause, Song Erlang said again: "Qin Jun, the more I look at it, the more strange it becomes. I even look at this figure strangely."

"Ok?"

"Her pace looks familiar to me... I seem to have seen it before."

Light and steady, sometimes it seems to float, but every step seems to be very heavy.

contradiction.

Song Erlang retracted his gaze and opened the envelope with his head lowered.

The official road is very old, and many cracks in the stone bricks are very deep.

Xia Zhaoyi walked unhurriedly, and after more than two hours, she found a small stream and sat down to rest.

The water is very strong, the water surface is turbid, and a lot of sediment is rushed from the upper stream, dyeing the stream yellow.

The trees on the roadside are lush and green, and the rainstorm has brought a lot of damage in the past few days, and it is difficult to match the vigorous vitality of spring and summer.

Xia Zhaoyi picked up a thick wooden branch and dug a hole beside the relatively flat and wide river bank.

About two feet deep and half a zhang wide.

The clear water slowly filtered and seeped out from the soil, and after filling up some, she took out the fruit in the bag and washed it in the pit.

After calculating the time of the day, and then hearing the wind to identify the position, she did a small calculation, biting the fruit and looking at the official road behind her.

The upper and the lower are the Xunda, and the sky is the wind.

There are two Qian hexagrams in each of the four Yao hexagrams, which is to restrain the body.

There is no business in the hexagram, I think there must be some disaster.

It's just this kind of time, this kind of road, who will come.

Xia Zhaoyi took another crisp bite and watched patiently.

The four fields are green and blue, the mountains and rivers are gurgling, and the world is vast and grand.

A simple carriage and four tall horses are heading south from the intersection.

The driver was very young, in his twenties, with a strong physique.

There is a large knife in the hand carrying the whip. Judging from the appearance and texture, it has [-] or [-] pounds at least.

The group walked quietly, without any sound.

After walking for about half an hour, a deep male voice sounded in the car: "Take a rest."

"No," said a slightly immature young voice, "continue."

The coachman was about to rein in his horse, but after hearing that, he whipped the whip again, and beat the horse's hip lightly.

"It's been a long time." The deep male voice in the car was a little unhappy.

The boy did not answer.

The carriage continued onward.

"Take a rest." The male voice called again.

The coachman didn't seem to hear it, and the horse continued to move forward slowly at the previous speed, without rushing or slowing down.

"Wait." One of the guards on the left suddenly shouted, reaching forward, "What is that?"

The coachman looked up, pulled the reins, and ordered the horse to stop.

"What's wrong?" the boy said.

"There is something, sir."

"Raise the curtain." The boy said.

The driver jumped out of the car and raised his hand to lift the curtain.

An elegant fragrance diffused lightly, the light in the car was dim, and the purple-clothed boy walked out of the car.

White and smooth skin, in contrast with the shimmer, seems to reflect the splendor.

　QAQ, my fingers are really hurting, some words are not suitable to say here, but it is really painful, thank you for the reward of the pineapple brain rotten fan, thank you Lingjun for your support and encouragement, thank you, thank you, you really it is good! ! ! ! !

　　
　
(End of this chapter)