Chitose words

Because they accidentally rescued a young girl from the Southern Dynasty, they returned to the royal tent of the Yuwen tribe early that day.

Staying outside for too long with this little girl who is still a little frightened and trembling always makes me feel unbearable.

The little girl obviously suffered a lot and was as thin as a kitten.

After bidding farewell to Yu Wenjia, Xie Zhao asked the servants in the king's tent to prepare some easy-to-melt porridge, water and milk, and handed them to the hungry little girl.

Then, as the other party devoured the marriage, he stretched out his hand to smooth away the messy hair that had fallen down and blocked her eyes.

Because of the differences between men and women, and because he was afraid that the little girl would be more uneasy when there were many people around, Ling or Ling took Han Changsheng back to their tent early and did not follow them.

Xie Zhao was left alone, leading the little girl back to his tent to rest.

The little girl's hair had become as messy as a bird's nest during the divorce.

The hair looked dry and tangled, and there were even a few fleas crawling through it.

But Xie Zhao didn't dislike it. She slowly cleaned up the messes everywhere she could see to make them cleaner and fresher.

The child has been hungry for a long time and has no food left in his belly. It is inconvenient for him to take a bath immediately.

Otherwise, I'm afraid you will feel dizzy, so you have to eat first before talking.

Xie Zhao said softly: "Take your time, don't be anxious."

Maybe it was because her voice was really gentle and gentle, or maybe it was because the child was half full and no longer impatient, so she finally slowed down her eating speed.

After she stopped gobbling so voraciously, the girl's manners and manners when eating could already be vaguely seen.

Xie Zhao frowned slightly.

She looked at the girl's subconsciously straightened back and the way she held the chopsticks.

This... doesn't look like a girl raised by a commoner family in Tianchen.

Seeing that the girl slowed down and put down her chopsticks until she was full, Xie Zhao spoke:

"already ate?"

The little girl nervously scratched the hem of her shabby skirt and replied in a low voice:

"Yes. Thank you Master."

Xie Zhao paused slightly, then laughed and said, "Don't call me master, little sister.

I just bought you to help you get out of trouble. You are not a slave, but a free person.Since I'm older than you, why don't you call me Sister Ah Zhao. "

Seeing that the little girl seemed a little hesitant, Xie Zhao blinked at her and whispered:

"Don't be afraid. My other two friends and I are not from Hanyong in the Northern Dynasty and will not hurt you."

The little girl hesitated and said:

".Sister Azhao."

Xie Zhao nodded with a smile, looked at her with encouraging eyes, and asked:

"What's your name?"

The girl whispered: "My little girl's name is Feng Ruonan."

Xie Zhao looked at her expression and word order thoughtfully, and sighed softly.

“Looking at your words and deeds, I guess you come from a scholarly family in Tianchen, so it’s really hard on you.

But while traveling with his family in the Northern Dynasties, he accidentally encountered bandits and was killed by gangsters? "

Feng Ruonan grasped the hem of her skirt, was silent for a moment, and nodded slowly.

"All the loyal servants in Ruonan's family have died at the hands of bandits.

The bandits saw that I was young and a girl from the Southern Dynasty who had not yet left the imperial court, so they wanted to trade me as a slave without killing me. "

Xie Zhao nodded and asked: "Where are your parents and relatives? Are they still there now?"

Feng Ruonan paused, shook his head slightly, and bit his lower lip subconsciously.

Xie Zhao was silent.In fact, she had vaguely guessed the ending when she saw the slave owner holding only her, a "goods" from the Southern Dynasty.

Sure enough, none of the girl's relatives were here, which made it a bit difficult to handle.

They came to the Northern Dynasty on this trip. To put it bluntly, they were originally doing work that was hard to remember, so even Yu Anan was entrusted to Donglin City by her in advance.

Unexpectedly, something unexpected happened now, and they couldn't help but die, so they had no choice but to take the girl with them.

I just hope everything goes well, otherwise if something happens, it will affect this little girl.

Unexpectedly, the next moment Xie Zhao heard Feng Ruonan whisper:
"Sister Azhao. Actually, my father had an old friend in Hanyong in the Northern Dynasty.

My servants and I came to Hanyong from the Southern Dynasties to seek refuge with this uncle.

I just never thought that we would encounter bandits on the way and fail to arrive.

Counting that uncle, he is the only person in this world that I can still seek refuge with. "

Xie Zhao was slightly startled, and she looked at the girl calmly.

Under what circumstances would a little girl of twelve or thirteen years old, with no relatives in the Southern Dynasty, be forced to be taken thousands of miles by servants to go to an old friend of Hanyong's father in the Northern Dynasty?
Could it be that he was a sinner whose family members were all executed or exiled?

However, in the past hundred years, Tianchen of the Southern Dynasty had been relatively tolerant in sentencing according to etiquette and law, and the heaviest punishment was probably only for the Yi tribe.

In this case, it doesn't make sense - if this little girl is a sinner and pleads guilty within the three clans, she, a weak female, will definitely not be able to escape.

How could he be led by his family's servants to escape to the Northern Dynasties?

Seeing Feng Ruonan's hesitant look, it was obvious that he was hiding something.

However, Xie Zhao is just a wandering wild crane now. He has no time to take care of himself, and he has no time to delve into the secrets of others.

So, she just smiled and said: "Miss Feng still has relatives and elders here, so that's naturally good. It's always better than following rough guys like us.

Well, let's find a day and send Miss Feng to your father's old friend's house in person, but we don't know where your uncle lives? "

Feng Ruonan's eyes lit up and she said: "Really? That, that couldn't be better!
My uncle was a good friend that my father made when he was young. Although he and his father had not seen each other for many years, they had kept in touch for many years.

When I encountered bandits, all the belongings in my carriage were stolen. I could only secretly hide a letter from Uncle Shi to my father. "

As she spoke, she felt a little embarrassed and took out a crumpled kraft paper letter from her pocket and handed it to Xie Zhao.

Xie Zhao frowned and took it, reading the handwriting on the cowhide letterhead at a glance.

The handwriting on the letter is rough and wild, written by Han Yong of the Northern Dynasty.

However, she has been familiar with the four languages ​​since she was a child, so it is not difficult to read a letter.

The content on the letterhead was actually nothing special, just ordinary greetings between friends.

The honorific title at the beginning is "Brother Nuo Jingqi".

At the end of the signature, there is only one sentence: "I will worship you again when I am done".

Obviously, the word "exhausted" is the name of Feng Ruonan, the uncle of the Northern Dynasties man.

The word "nuo" refers to Feng Ruonan's father.

Xie Zhao hesitated for a moment, then turned around and asked: "I think this person whose name is tabooed as 'Jie' is your uncle.

But there is no specific information in the letter. Do you know which tribe in Handong he lives in? "

Feng Ruonan nodded heavily and said crisply: "Ruonan knows that I once heard my father mention that my uncle's name is 'Bojinjie' and he was born in the Boljin tribe, a small tribe among the 36 tribes of Hanyong.

However, he now serves as the captain of the Dongcheng School in Guangling City, Hanyong Imperial Court. "

Xie Zhao breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

She slowly leaned back and rested her back on the back of the chair.

Captain Dongcheng?

It was a coincidence that the Yuwen tribe's royal tent and tribe were not far from Guangling City, so it didn't take much effort.