The night outside the fortress seemed to be extraordinarily cool, the wind swept through the sand, the flag was fierce, and the flagpole was blown crooked after a while, only the guards outside the tent stood with guns and stood like pine.

Zhou Aya was led, and when he arrived at the general's tent, he thanked the guards who led the way, patted the wind and sand stuck to his cloak and hair, opened the curtain and went in.

Wu An has changed the costume of the Wuhuan people, the leather coat and robe are worn on his body, there is always an indescribable awkwardness, it may be that the skin raised by the Yuan people is too delicate, even if he has experienced the constant wind and sun on the battlefield, it is also very different from the black and red that the Wuhuan people have, plus the black hair he refuses to shave, he still makes a hairpin and bundles it, looking more like the son of the family.

Zhou Aya glanced at it and found that Wu An, who was sitting under the lamp, wrote a letter written by herself, the letter was written more than half a month ago, and the letter said that she had made it clear to the queen that she would come to play outside the fortress in the near future.

Thinking of the content of the letter, Zhou Aya smiled slightly, and Wu An also smiled: "Madame is tired of traveling, how can you have a good journey?" ”

Zhou Aya replied to the polite words that everything was fine, his eyes changed from the letter under the candlelight to the three bowls of tea soup on the case, Wuhuan people love to drink milk wine, and they also love to drink tea soup, Wu An just sat in the tent slightly, and the tea soup has been sent into three bowls, all of them are the daughters of the tribal leaders who are cooperating with him, the children of the grassland are enthusiastic and unrestrained, completely different from the women of the Yuanren, Wu An is used to Zhou Aya's subtle gentleness, and can only be insensitive to these tea soups, for Zhou Aya's attention, it is inexplicably a little unnatural, he cleared his throat, stepped forward and untied her cloak.

At night, Zhou Aya was tired, but because she chose a bed, she couldn't sleep peacefully, so she simply gave up, looked at Wu An, who had fallen asleep next to her, half stood up, hooked his collar with her fingers in the dark, and traced the scar, it should be an old wound over the years, she saw it once and paid attention, if she guessed correctly, there should be a tattoo pattern from the shoulder armor to the middle waist, a long and winding one, imitating the shape of Lan Zheng's mother river Yandu dark river, and it is also a symbol of Lan Zheng's royal family.

Wu An, who was thought to have fallen asleep peacefully, rolled over without warning, and clenched her restless fingers in his hands.

"You guessed it wrong, it wasn't a tattoo from the Dark River, it was just a whip from the steward when I was a slave."

Zhou Aya couldn't believe it: "Whipped? You, you're not? ”

"Yes, it's not." Wu An hooked his lips and smiled, in order to hide his identity, he didn't need to make the tattoo so ugly, "The real descendants have already died in the chaos of arrows." ”

In the face of life and death, the life of a slave must be harder.

Zhou Aya was silent, and only after a moment did he ask, "Does Your Majesty know?" ”

"Does it matter if he knows or doesn't?"

Zhou Aya felt that she might have caught something, and asked, "When I was in Yun'an Temple, was you the one who rescued me?" ”

Wu An was asked, the person in his arms was too smart, it seemed that he couldn't hide anything, it seemed that he couldn't sleep well tonight, Wu An got up and lit a butter candle, Zhou Aya was choked by the unpleasant smell and frowned, Wu An came back and hugged her, and told the matter as it was.

He is not a young master, just a slave who serves the young son of King Lan Zheng, and is the same age as the master, on the day of the overthrow of the Lan Zheng royal family, he escorted the prince to escape, the prince was hit by an arrow, and died in the absence of medicine, and he was saved by Xu Lian's father, the loyal and brave marquis of Dayuan.

The father-in-law should have doubts about his identity, but the father-in-law is kind-hearted by nature, and he is unwilling to increase his sin and repay his wife and children because of one or two so-called suspicions.

But when the dead man found him, he met in Yun'an Temple, and he did not deny the loyalty of the dead man, and the old wound on his back was caused when he was a slave, which naturally became a means of destroying the tattoo to cover up his identity.

Wu An was hiding behind the tree to observe, and after a while, he saw a man dressed in luxury appearing, wanting to climb over the wall and enter, the family is mostly such a dirty thing, this man is estimated to be unable to get, and wants to cook raw rice into the reputation of the bad woman, Wu An did not hesitate, stepped forward to knock the man unconscious, and fed the woman a glass of water to make her sober, and then quickly left in order to avoid suspicion.

After hearing this, Zhou Aya smiled slyly, in fact, she didn't get hit at all at all, she had already prepared a follow-up move, just waiting for Ji Xin to come in and ask him to look good, she didn't want to meet someone who was brave and brave, and she was fed a glass of water, which completely messed up the plan.

"Where did you leave that man when you left?"

"Nature is far away from the back mountains, far enough to not ruin your reputation."

In fact, it was in a stream in the front mountain, Zhou Aya thought of a minor illness after Ji Xin's fall, and she didn't ask anymore.

"Actually, what he did was not for me, but just to ask for the granddaughter of the prince and the Zhou family to get help in marrying the Zhou family, although I understand, every time I look at his face, I feel disgusted."

Wu An stopped talking, only looked at her eyes quietly, in fact, at the beginning, Wu An had some inexplicable rejection and disgust for those eyes, until an accident looked at the water, and he understood the reason for the inexplicable disgust, and he also had a pair of eyes that were also bottomless.

When I was young, I liked Xu Lian, who couldn't be called by name now, and could only pronounce the middle palace lady, because of that pair of eyes that couldn't hide anything, he practiced martial arts silently, chewing on his own thoughts, and Xu Lian could always naturally lead him crooked.

"It's so cold, let's eat shabu mutton." "The weather is so nice, let's sneak out and buy sugar gourds." "It's so hot, let's eat ice bowls together, although this is your own example, then good friends just want to share with each other, right, so leave this point to you, don't say that I bullied you to the outside world."

Whether the weather is good or not, somehow it has to be related to eating, and Xu Lian really seems to have nothing else to worry about except eating. Wu An felt that if he could get one or two points of her temperament, he would not ask for anything else.

It wasn't until later that Xu Lian was divorced, and the father-in-law felt sorry for his daughter, and he wanted him to recruit him into the house, he was actually willing, not to mention the kindness of the father-in-law's life, if he could protect Xu Lian I and think about it, it would be good, but unfortunately the world is always unpredictable.

Zhou Aya relieved the doubts in her heart, no longer entangled in the past, and began to worry about her husband's identity again: "It's just that you can talk to me about those words, don't hear them with others, Tamu Xinke is still eyeing him back to take back his throne, without the identity of the descendants of the Lanzheng royal family, it will be unsatisfactory if the name is not right." ”

Wu An smiled and listened, nodded his head, and suddenly teased his wife: "I heard that the original marriage was personally begged by the lady, and the lady took the initiative so much, she was a little shy to teach her husband." ”

Zhou Aya's face turned red at the moment, and she forced him to blow out the candle, and when he came up again, he didn't want to pay attention to her.

Wu An smiled more and more heartily, swept away the depressed mood of these days, and threw himself over.

In fact, the authenticity of his identity really doesn't matter, Ji Xinyuan will be convinced, after setting fire to and fleeing from Ning Pagoda, he was the first to look for him, to seek an alliance, he needs an ally with resources and strength. And he did not hesitate to sell the news of this lost dog to Emperor Xihe, who was convinced of his identity and needed someone who was easy to control and could overthrow the Wuhuan royal family. As for the dead soldiers, if they do not pursue the authenticity of his identity, they cannot do without an object to follow.

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