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Feng Ling nibbled a few bites of dry cakes on the dim oil lamp, and took out the water bladder and poured two sips of cold water, which was considered to have dealt with hunger.

Being able to live alone in a room could not be more satisfying for her at this time, and she was content to lie down on the couch with her clothes, and fell asleep with her eyes closed.

Early the next morning, the movement of the government soldiers outside the house woke up Feng Ling violently. She sat up from the couch and rubbed her eyes to look around, it was already dawn. At this time, Fang saw the situation in the house clearly, the bedding under him was gray and yellow, and the house was really too simple to be concise.

She got up and flattened her robe, opened the door and looked into the courtyard, there was no movement in the upper room, the doors and windows of the east wing were open, and there seemed to be no one inside.

The soldiers outside the courtyard had probably packed up their tents and were ready to go. Feng Ling hurriedly slipped into the courtyard along the crack in the door, washed his face and rinsed his mouth with some well water, and then went to the upper room to fetch a copper basin to fetch water and serve Mi Shot and get up.

In less than two moments, Mi Jie freshened up and stopped, and Feng Ling put on a hat and ran outside the courtyard to call someone to bring a rope bed to carry it. The cart and the driver were already waiting for Mitsu to get on the bus.

The two soldiers carefully carried Mi Shot into the car, and Feng Ling was just about to follow him into the car, when a government soldier stepped forward and asked, "Please ride a horse and hurry." ”

The wind spirit lowered his raised leg and turned to look suspiciously at the team who was speaking. The team was consciously abrupt and hurriedly added: "If the cart is light, it is better to travel faster and arrive in Xizhou as soon as possible, so as not to make any mistakes on the road." ”

It's a rough excuse, and I don't know what the idea is. Feng Ling snorted coldly in his heart, and wanted to ask him how he knew that a Hu Maiden could ride a horse, and that she could be a little lighter without her in the car. But as soon as he thought that he could ride a horse and gallop with the soldiers on this road, he could arrive in Xizhou early, or he didn't have to be stuffed in the car all day, so he changed his mind and decided to pretend to be stupid and didn't ask anything.

She probed into the car and explained a word or two to Mi Shot, and reached out to take the reins handed by the team.

When she got to the horse, she felt that her whole body was loose, and even the snow-capped mountains in the distance were more magnificent than through the windows of the car. The team was receiving the order to delay and shouted the order to pull out, and the hundred-man horse team ran up, and after a while, it became a cloud of yellow smoke and dust between the vast Gobi and the majestic snow-capped mountains.

After galloping for a while, the team walking beside her tilted his head to look at her, and said in an urn with his mouth and nose in the gauze: "The lady is good at riding." ”

"The general has won the award." The Wind Spirit turned his head sideways.

The team is smiling deeply, "The lady is awarded, the little surname is Ding, line four, not a general, the team is just right." ”

The wind spirit nodded and smiled at him through the soap veil on the curtain, and regardless of whether he saw it or not, he turned back and concentrated on riding his horse, very happy.

From Dunhuang City to Xizhou, take the Yiwu Road, there are two thousand miles away, although the official road is smooth, the carriage and horses are smooth, it is still more than ten days.

There was a break of two hours every day, and when he rested, the wind spirit would dismount and go to the cart to take care of Micha, and laugh with him for a while, seeing that he was getting better every day, and that he could move his hands and feet for the next few days, and he could also walk a few steps with support.

Staying in the post house at night, as usual, Fu Tanyan personally changed the medicine and clothes for Mi Jie, and gave her a separate room to rest every night, there were two or three nights when the post house could not vacate a single room, but she lived in the one that was supposed to be Fu Tan Yan, but Fu Tan Yan fell outside the post house and slept in a tent with the soldiers.

The soldiers only regarded her as the concubine of Pyongyang County, and although they were curious about her face under the hood, they did not dare to say much to her, only the team that called Ding Si'er would say a few words to her from time to time, and what they said was nothing more than an instruction to delay the delivery.

Within three days, Feng Ling asked Ding Si'er how many days they would stay in Xizhou for repairs, and which day they would return to Dunhuang City. Secretly pinched his fingers and calculated, whether he could settle the shop in Xizhou properly in the next few days.

Sixteen days later, he finally entered the boundary of Xizhou, and the journey was smooth and safe, as if everyone was relieved.

The next day, go to the five miles outside the city pass of Gaochang City, and you can see the earthy yellow building view standing in the distance. Coming closer, there are mountains of camels outside the city gate, horses and pedestrians are not allowed to enter and exit at will, and there are already people who have cleared the city gate and gone out of the city to respond.

The Wind Spirit sat back in the cart and followed the team into the city. After a while, the caravans piled up outside the city and were put into the city one by one, and the flow of people gradually became mixed, and from time to time there were chariots, horses, and pedestrians pushing and crowding by the big carts.

The wind spirit lifted the curtain on the car and looked around, and shot at Ashinami, "You should leave here." ”

Mi Jie smiled and handed over a scroll of paper that looked like a document, and Feng Ling took it and unfolded it, only to see that it was a document released to the slave maid, and it was squarely covered with the vermilion seal of Pyongyang County. "You came here by impostor, and although you can enter the city, how can you get out of the city? Even if you have the ability to get out, it will inevitably take a lot of work, and it will be easy to have this. ”

Feng Ling's heart was hot, and she didn't know how to thank her, so she waved her hand to thank her, "I am very similar to you, and now I have sworn a blood alliance, and I am grateful to take care of each other all the way." Second, ......"

He spoke fast and straight all the way, but at this moment he hesitated, "Second, the eldest daughter of Zhang Countyling, Yun Niang, she praises you a lot, and I hope you will take care of you in the future." ”

"Brother Yi, just rest assured." The wind spirit comprehended, covered his mouth and smiled, "The wind spirit saves." With that, she stuffed the paperwork into the cloth bag she carried with her, lifted the curtain, and in the blink of an eye, she looked out again, and she was no longer visible in the crowd.

As soon as the wind spirit blended into the crowd, he quickly lifted the hat on his head, mixed in with the crowd of people of all colors, and watched the cart gradually move away, and then threw himself into the bustling market.

Adhering to the acumen of the merchants, all kinds of goods fell into the eyes of Feng Ling along the way: hemp paper from Yizhou, glass jars from Sasanian, mutton fat white jade from Khotan, silk and silk brocade from the Central Plains, Tocharian lapis lazuli to color murals, gilt utensils from whisks, and even glamorous orchids with light clothes and spinning like flying.

I hear the cries of selling constantly; chariot chariot, Ma Xiaoxiao; the Sanskrit chanting of the monks of Qiuzi; the joy of the pipa and drum; Han, Sogdian, Turkic, and Tianzhu are intertwined and fused together. Compared with Dunhuang City, today's Gaochang is a mysterious and prosperous place, and the Gaochang City that Fengling visited a few years ago does not seem to be the same city.

In the four years of operation of the Anxi Metropolitan Protectorate, all the killing, plundering and coups have been turned into prosperity, and the merchants of goods who have been flowing like a stream have turned into rolling profits in the eyes of the wind spirit.

She shouted in her heart, complaining that there were few merchants from Xizhou this year, with such a big market, who would be willing to risk being looted and slashed, and spend two thousand miles of transportation to come to Dunhuang City to trade.