- It's not a good idea to interject in the middle of a conversation while others are in high spirits discussing something, and Wang Chi has just claimed to be a reader in the bookstore - in fact, this statement is quite suitable to cover up his true identity.

However, although His Majesty, who often "discusses" with Zhu Qing in the main hall of the council, does not like to steal the conversation in the midst of the noise, as long as he is caught in the gap between speech and can participate in the group discussion, he can often grasp the key point of the topic with one word, reverse the entire long discussion, and let himself occupy the position of the chief speaker.

"Isn't it also interesting to hear a lot of beautiful words, and if you listen to it too much, you can occasionally hear some sounds that Kyoto's water and soil can't raise?"

In the hall, the voices of everyone were stacked to a boiling place, and suddenly there was an intermittent vocal blank segment, and the girl who sang was startled by the "hotly discussed" diners in front of her, and when she didn't come back to her senses, Wang Chi's voice came out thick and steady. At that moment, it was as if all the people in this hall had been silent for a moment before, all to wait for his voice.

The environmental foil is just right, but it also makes this a sharp gap, and those diners who were talking about their own reasoning just now can understand it.

Wang Chi's words lifted the core issues discussed by everyone, and several people had already understood, but no one immediately answered, because in their opinion, Wang Chi Ruan Luo and his party were also very unfamiliar. And the reason why they were able to chew almost noisily just now was probably because they were acquaintances with each other.

Wang Chi didn't care about these details, or should I say. He cared about different points, and being able to calm everyone in the hall for a while at this moment was the result he wanted most.

His eyes quickly swept over several people in the hall, and he saw that although they didn't speak for a while, their eyes were full of words, with all kinds of doubts and suspicions, and Wang Chi only smiled slightly. His gaze paused for a moment on the old man who had been slightly drooping his skin and sagging his upper eyelid from the moment he entered the door, as if he was deliberately avoiding the gaze of a stranger, and finally settled on the young and smooth face of the singing girl. With a slight smile, he said, "What kinds of songs do you mainly sing?" ”

"Twisted cards?" The singing girl's voice is weaker than the singing voice. I can't tell what she is holding in her throat, whether she is cowardly or not.

Wang Chi contemplated for a moment, picked out a few well-known music cards from his impression, and asked slowly: "'Jiangnan Six-character Beat', 'Easy Song', 'Beauty Ballad', 'Night Sleep Flower Drunk'." These are a few songs. Can you sing? If it's just a snippet of one of the songs. Yes, too. ”

In fact, in Kyoto, where there is a lot of business today, as long as it is a profitable business. There is a chance to go big. And the most basic requirement for a business that can make people pay is to be able to please people's tastes, which naturally includes two aspects: spiritual and fleshy. And the singing that evokes people's souls is a kind of enjoyment that can please people's spirits.

In addition to a few big singing troupes who take turns to sing, appearing at the birthday banquets or wedding banquets of some wealthy families, there are also some scattered singers stationed in the scene, as long as the voice is born with a good voice, there is no worry about earning food and clothing. And in order to earn more, even the singers who have not undergone professional training will deliberately learn some passages from famous songs.

Wang Chi is busy with state affairs every day, and he only knows about some famous songs that are sung in Kyoto very well, and he has not heard every group completely. However, if it can be passed into the national government, so that he can still look at it and leave an impression in Baixi, that name is not light.

Wang Chi casually threw out these four sets of songs, each of which is a "big song" that shocked Kyoto and sang eight counties. And it just so happens that these four suites have their own representatives, with clear ideas but no overlap. He was just able to throw out these four sets of cards with ease, which made others more curious about his identity, and they were even more surprised in their hearts.

But I don't know, if the people around him who are looking at him with strange eyes know that he is also a slippery mouth, and he has not heard all of them--as the ruler of a country, he has not even had the time to listen to the most widely sung music in the capital where he sits--I wonder how these people will feel?

Wang Chi casually threw out the four groups of "big songs" in Kyoto, as if these songs that were sung in various buildings in Kyoto and were already very famous were just children's play that his naughty children often talked about, and they were familiar so they came at hand, and while surprising the diners in the hall, there were also a few people who gradually showed expectant expressions on their faces.

There are masters who choose songs here, and the ones they choose are all the best songs, if the singer can really sing, even if it is just a few fragments, with the excellent rhythm of these four famous songs, of course, it is very provoking people's happy mood. If there is a moment, there is no need to be reminded by others, and there will naturally be listeners who will pay for the reward from their hearts.

And if this singer can't sing, she can't blame everyone. At that time, no matter how pitiful this girl is, others will not act with pity, and there is no reason to blame, if you want to blame, you can only blame the person who took the lead in picking up the cards for being too elegant, and it was he who crossed the threshold for this girl's livelihood.

However, the singer's next answer made everyone present stunned, and they forgot to speak for a while.

"Don't hide this old man's ......" The singing girl looked at Wang Chi with a smile, carefully holding the title, "The little woman is from the deep mountains and wild villages, and I have never heard these songs you mentioned. ”

I've never heard it, so why do you talk about letting her sing?

In the hall where no one squeaked, only a few sighs came from the ground. No one spoke, as if to empty the room, which had been a little cramped by diners gathered around a long table.

Wang Chi was not surprised by the singer's reply, in fact, he would have asked this question in advance, mainly out of a temptation and the intention of excluding some possibility, and the sincerity of listening to the song was really shallow. Now that his first step has been achieved, it is natural for him to start his second step.

There was still a faint smile between Qi Ting's eyebrows, and Wang Chi continued in a calm voice: "I forgot for a while, the girl is from far away western Sichuan, and the famous songs of Kyoto are sung loudly. I'm afraid I won't be able to go there either. As the saying goes, 'one side of the water and soil raises one side of the people', if you put yourself in the shoes of the people, even if this kind of entertaining joy is passed to the west of Sichuan, the people there live a generally hard life, and it is difficult for anyone to enjoy this leisure. Therefore, even if these songs are spread in Kyoto, if you go to western Sichuan, I am afraid that it will be difficult to stop and sing in the end. ”

There are objective reasons why people in western Sichuan can't sing Kyoto songs, and Wang Chi began to set up a stage for this singer who lacked skills.

Kyoto is home to the Son of Heaven. The living standards of residents in Beijing have gradually improved. But we must not forget that we were once as poor as the people in those remote towns. Songs are born of love, and blaming people who have a difficult life for not being able to sing cheerful tunes may be a big mistake. Wang Chi then began to pull the audience for the girl.

Although the singing girl does not know much on the music card, she has traveled more than 1,000 miles from west to east. All the way. More or less honed a vision to read people and see things. After listening to Wang Chi's words, she hurriedly pulled up her skirt and leaned over slightly, and said gratefully: "This old man can be so considerate. What a good man. ”

As soon as the word "great benevolent" was spoken by her, the corners of Wang Chi's eyebrows suddenly lifted slightly, and the waves rose slightly, so fast that there was no trace.

"But you have a good Kyoto accent, and you don't seem to have the slightest hint of Kawanishi habits." Wang Chi didn't say anything about the singing girl's gratitude, but suddenly said this sentence again. At first glance, it was as if he had made up for the half sentence that he had just finished.

Ruan Luo's impression of the western Sichuan accent is still stuck in the days when he lived with his father in the northwest camp of Biansai before the age of five, and since the age of six, after so many years of experience in life in different places, the memory of before the age of five has felt very faint. However, he believed that Wang Chi would say this at this moment, and he must have a certain conviction and certainty.

In those years, Wang Chi was still a border general, and when he was eating sand in northern Xinjiang, there were many people from western Sichuan in the military camp. Most of those men who were born as peasants, when the bandits in western Sichuan could no longer stay, they chose to run to the Wangjia Army camp in northern Xinjiang, which was closest to western Sichuan, but whose military salary was higher than that of the Sichuan State Army camp at that time, and after several years in the army, most of them became the backbone of the Wang family's army.

In the years before Wang Jiajun's counterattack on Kyoto, Wang Chi took care of and trained these poor-born soldiers very closely, so even if he never went to that place in western Sichuan for more than ten years, he definitely didn't forget those people and things so easily.

Ruan Luo glanced at the two inner guards standing beside Wang Chi, and after observing the expressions on their faces, he was even more sure of this, but at the same time, he couldn't get to the bottom of the question.

The two guards quickly glanced at each other, and secretly said in their hearts: It's just a singing girl, it can't be so coincidental, right? If there is suspicion, the more suspicious point is the old man who strokes the qin. But he seems to have only "exposed" his foot when he first entered the door, and since he came in, he has not moved half a step, said half a word, and even lowered his gaze, so that no one can observe, and there is no chance to observe it for a while.

The spirits of the two guards will become sensitive with Wang Chi's question, mainly because of the murderous aura in the Wolf Tooth Siege a few days ago. Among those killers, there were actually those who were able to escape to the inner court, and they also injured the emperor's family, which made His Majesty very angry. Therefore, His Majesty has not slackened his efforts to send people to investigate in Beijing in the past few days, and he does not believe that those murderous thieves are really all dead in the black siege. It's not that he's not confident, it's that he's too worried about the safety of his family.

His Majesty still attaches so much importance to it, as a military guard beside him, he chooses a trusted attendant among the hundred, and they are even more slack.

These two palace masters have the confidence to guard the safety of His Majesty, not to mention that His Majesty himself is also a martial arts powerhouse with hard skills, but it is not difficult for them to find out soon that His Majesty has made up his mind this time on that pair of singing artists, I am afraid that it is not simply a matter of trying martial arts and defeating martial arts with martial arts, it seems that there are clues that need to be asked carefully, so that people must be patient.

"Listen to the little girl."

After a moment of panic, the singing girl regained her gentle and calm expression, and said slowly: "Although the little girl is from western Sichuan, she left her hometown very early, otherwise there would be no way for an old and infirm person like us to live. In the days when we left our hometown, our grandparents and grandchildren relied on playing the piano and singing all the way, and there was no way to actually learn from them, so we learned where to sing. Python Mountain, Zhongzuka Mountain, Yedu, and some places where our ancestors and grandchildren will speak some local dialects, because in this way, even if we are from other places, we can be less discriminated against. But we still speak more Kyoto. Because...... Because you can earn several times more here than you do elsewhere......"

At the end of the words, the singing girl seemed to be talking about something in her heart that she felt ashamed to talk about, and her originally crisp voice gradually lowered and became hoarse, and the last few words did not seem to be clear.

However, Wang Chi heard it clearly, because when the girl said the last few words, she naturally changed from a Kyoto accent to a western Sichuan accent. Most people in Kyoto don't understand the western Sichuan accent, but Wang Chi is familiar with it, the girl's accent changes so quickly, but when he hears it, there is no weirdness in the slightest.

Wang Chi believed the singing girl's explanation with a trace in his heart.

After all...... He already had pity and pity for the people of that land. Except that it is the place where the ancestors of many veterans in the legion of his royal family spent a lot of effort to build are buried with hatred. also because he has always firmly believed that it should have been the territory of Nanzhao, but now because of some immature conditions, he can only watch the beautiful mountains and rivers of Que Ling being trampled by a group of bandits.

But at the moment, the conversation between him and the singing girl was not over. It is also necessary to sink personal feelings. Keep tempting.

But. When Wang Chi collected his mood and prepared to carry out his third step of "cross-examination", he centered on the long table in front of him. As the diners gathered around them to form a large circle, a man suddenly stood up. The man sat relatively far back, but he hadn't intervened much since the crowd was talking, but he was actually quite tall, so he suddenly stood up like this, which attracted the attention of many diners who were sitting casually at the long table next to him. Wang Chi also temporarily suppressed the words in his throat and looked at him a few more times.

I saw that this man had a fluffy and loose hair, and although he was tied with a cloth band, there were still a few short strands of unrestrained loose hair falling from his forehead, covering most of his eyebrows. Looking at his seemingly thick linen clothes, which are actually spun like a silk sieve, there are many holes on it that seem to have been broken by something, which makes his family even more bitterly cold.

Wang Chi's gaze finally paused slightly on the firewood knife he picked up from the foot of the table, and he couldn't help but squint slightly knowing that he was probably a woodcutter who made a living by collecting firewood.

Under the strict control of the city's iron restriction order, the supply of raw materials and the sales of finished products of cast iron utensils have been affected to a certain extent, and the cost has increased sharply under the control of the official binding force, so there are not many blacksmiths opened in the inner city, and in recent years, there are still some time-honored iron-making shops moving outside the city. However, the demand for iron in the inner city was not large, and it was nothing more than a few kitchen knives and spatula, so this kind of industry, which had become troublesome due to the iron restriction order, did not cause much trouble to the residents of Kyoto.

It's just that in this way, the iron shop is mainly operated in small towns outside the city, so that most of the woodcutters who make a living from firewood in the city have also moved out. People who do this business get hard-earned money, and it is good to save some working hours and earn more.

Looking at the dress of this woodcutter, in addition to being a firewood-gatherer, it should also be the kind of woodcutter who specializes in iron-laying firewood. Because the requirements of the iron shop for firewood are slightly lower than those of the people in the city, and they are less picky when collecting firewood, and they are happy to give money, and the most important thing is that the demand is large, so the young and strong woodcutters who are tired of bargaining generally go there to provide firewood.

It is not often to see them in the inner city; You can meet at the Minfang Small Wonton Restaurant, which has a very stable business environment...... Isn't he just living around here?

Wang Chi lowered his eyes slightly, and his eyes seemed to fall into the tea soup that was only half a lamp left on the table in front of him, but in the middle of this, he had actually observed the woodcutter who looked young a few times from the corner of his eye.

After the unkempt woodcutter got up and left his seat, he first went to the counter of the wonton restaurant to store wine and clean bowls, paid the silver, and then took a detour to the table closest to the singing girl, reached into his somewhat tattered front placket, and took out a copper coin, gesturing a little hesitantly, and finally put the copper coin down.

"Even though I was poor and worked hard all day long, I still loved listening to cheerful tunes to keep my hope that I would live a good life like the people of Kyoto in the future. But now that you can't sing, I'll have to go. At this point, the unkempt woodcutter raised his face a little, but soon drooped it again.

He did this with no contempt, but with a very simple purpose, but with a hint of taste, as if it was just to shake off the hair on his forehead and see the singing girl's face clearly before leaving. feasting his eyes can be regarded as compensating him for the value of the copper coin.

"You're not ugly, so I'll reward you with a penny." At last he said this, and the unkempt woodcutter was finally gone. His steps were fast, as if a hole had suddenly been punctured in his back clothes, and he was ashamed to let people see a cloth coat that he was exposed outside the sackcloth and even more torn inside, and soon disappeared from everyone's sight.

The singing girl looked at the copper coin that the unkempt woodcutter had left on the table before leaving, and she couldn't help but be stunned, and she didn't reach out to take it for a long time. After a while, her cheeks, which looked a little pale from hunger and sleep. There was a faint hint of red tide. The spirit is no longer as calm as it was when he first came in.

Although the frightened love was only revealed as subtly as spider silk, it still left traces on her face that could be seen at least with Wang Chi's eyesight.

Ruan Luo has already seen another problem with the existence of zài in the scene, the unkempt woodcutter just now, whether intentionally or unintentionally, is dismantling and selling the stage of the singing girl. And before leaving. He also humiliated her in a subtle way.

The diners in the small shop were not as observant as he was. But there have been a few people who have used the simplest and most straightforward way to restore the impact of the unkempt woodcutter's actions.

A few diners had already gotten up and left with a hesitation and sigh, and looked at the girl's face. I guess I couldn't bear the shame and turned around and left the store. The singing girl also has her own dignity, she would rather travel thousands of miles and work hard to live, rather than choose to sell directly and be trapped in the red shop, which illustrates this problem.

Ruan Luo's observations, Wang Chi also had in his heart, and he could feel more intuitively that the unkempt woodcutter had demolished the platform he had built, but this made him tug at the heartstrings that the singing girl had just loosened. Although the unkempt woodcutter walked fast, he still had time to see his stride clearly, and this time he could see it more clearly than the moment he observed the old man entering the door, it turned out that the woodcutter was also a warrior.

People with this martial art can easily enter any house to make a nursing home, and the work is easy, but getting a monthly amount of silver is no less than cutting a month's firewood.

Unless this person has a major defect in spirit or character, and it is difficult to get along with others, but judging by the process of paying the bill first and then rewarding, the order of his speech, and the hand he took out of the money - although his clothes are shabby, there is no dirt in the cracks between his fingers and nails, and they are not shriveled and deformed, so Wang Chi does not think there is anything wrong with this person.

Wang Chi was just quite skeptical that this person would come here to eat at the best time to chop wood.

Perhaps not only the people of Kyoto, but also those who had been planning to murder the monarch were all blinded. Although Wang Chi is now living a pampered life, his mind has not changed much from when he was in the field and dry sands in armor and horses, and his hard skills are also more exquisite than in the past.

One of his two most trusted best friends, now that his personal martial arts have reached the realm of Tianyue, but he has never left his side in Kyoto, it is impossible for him not to be affected and helped. This kind of help is from the inside out, so he dares and is confident that he will hand over the power of Kyoto to this friend, and he usually has practiced with this friend in a quiet courtyard somewhere in the Imperial Garden.

Wang Chi's personal guards, belonging to the masters, almost all of them have been trained by Li Gai, the main work of this group of martial guards every day is to exercise their own martial arts, even if the talent is not as bizarre as Li Gai, almost divine martial arts, it is also a diligent word, they are a group of strong people in the martial arts.

In comparison, Wang Chi does not have so much time to practice martial arts, he is distracted by the major events of the country, which is the most important thing, and he can't get around it, but this does not mean that he is completely abandoned in the study of martial arts.

As the sovereign of a country, Wang Chi has the fastest and best resources on the path of martial arts—or many schools—as long as he wants to get involved. Therefore, even if the experience of fighting and the time for practice are limited, in fact, his martial arts attainments are not much worse than the two masters around him.

Sometimes he doesn't make a move, not because he doesn't have the ability to do it, but because he already has enough people to do it for him, so he doesn't have to show himself in everything. But he didn't slack off his exercise because of someone's help, just like the unkempt woodcutter just now walked out quickly, and the two masters who were serving him were already aware of it, and although he didn't show anything, he was really like Spiegel in his heart, and he could feel the difference between the unkempt woodcutter and ordinary people when he landed like the guards around him.

Therefore, after watching the woodcutter leave, he wanted to stay for a while longer with the singer girl who seemed to be about to leave. We'll see what happens.

"If I were the only one listening to your music, would you still be willing to sing it?" Just when there were still two diners left in the hall and were hesitating whether to leave, Wang Chi suddenly spoke.

As soon as Wang Chi's words came out, the two diners' floating minds calmed down a little, and they also wanted to see what was going on. And the shopkeeper with an empty expression wiping the bowl on the counter in the small shop, and the two guys in the corner who were bored and repeatedly wiping the empty table, also paused for their work and looked this way.

"But ......" The singing girl looked at Wang Chi carefully, as if she was assessing his family background and how he was feeling at the moment. A moment later. The hesitation in her tone faded a little. "The little woman doesn't know any of the music cards that this master just ordered. Perhaps, as a few officials said just now, the little woman would only sing a few crude and sad ballads, even so. Is this old man willing to listen and reward? ”

This woman is extraordinary. Every word that is said at this time. They all put things around very tightly, singing and begging for money and explaining it clearly, but there are not many traces of begging and begging and being humble in their tones.

Wang Chi's eyes moved. Said with a slight smile: "I have actually said just now, the beautiful words are crisp and greasy, and if you listen to it a lot, it is a beat, and occasionally you can hear some sounds that cannot be raised by the water and soil of Kyoto, which is also a very interesting thing." Originally, the reason why I picked out the four famous songs of Kyoto for you to sing was actually to follow the wishes of the people first, but since you can't sing them, you can only do what I want. At this moment, no matter how unhappy others are, they will not take advantage of it. ”

There was a glimmer of brightness in the singer's eyes.

Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly saw the owner of this wonton restaurant come over. The shopkeeper had been standing quietly at the counter, wiping the plate repeatedly in the same position with a dry rag, even though the store was still noisy just now, he didn't say a word, and he didn't even bother to look at it. At this time, the diners in the store were almost clean, but he put down his work, walked out of the counter, and sat down next to Wang Chi.

"After standing for a long time, the villain wants to borrow a table to rest, this guest officer, you won't mind, right?" The middle-aged shopkeeper of medium stature did not say this respectfully until he sat down firmly in his chair. At the same time, he glanced at the two young men dressed as domestic servants beside Wang Chi, and his gaze swept over their slightly curled fingers at their sides.

Wang Chi's two attendants were well-trained, so of course they would not act rashly, but when they saw someone approaching Wang Chi's side at a certain distance, their guard would naturally improve.

Although most of the shops that do neighborhood business have a good temper at a glance, they are not necessarily bullied, because the customer source model is relatively fixed, so it is easy to form a natural protective barrier, and it is less likely to be smashed.

The shopkeeper's respectful words contained the behavior of the shopkeeper, Wang Chi was already faintly aware of a problem, and only responded with a smile: "The whole shop belongs to the shopkeeper, of course you can sit casually, and no one has the right to interfere." ”

"Although this small shop is a villain, the villain is using this shop to solicit business to make a living, and he must follow some rules for soliciting business before closing." The middle-aged shopkeeper calls himself a villain, but the meaning of his words is not small, "The business of the small shop is cold, and the purpose of allowing a singer to sing in the venue is also to attract business, and the girl's singing voice is indeed acceptable to these old customers in the store." But the girl in front of her ...... If the guest officer must let her sing, and sing some sad and desolate sounds, I am afraid that it will not be good for the business of the small shop. ”

The meaning is very clear, and even the shopkeeper has come forward to drive people out.

Wang Chi understood the attitude of the shopkeeper, businessmen all said that it was the most important thing to attract wealth, but he was not just for the simple purpose of listening to music at the moment, so although he knew that this was a bit compulsive, he would not change his mind lightly.

"People who come from a land of bitter cold and frustration may not only have a miserable tone." Wang Chi looked at the middle-aged shopkeeper sitting next to him, with a smile on his face, and his thoughts were not revealed at all, "Actually, I just want to listen to the local sound, and I hope that the store will be convenient." ”

After saying this, without waiting for the middle-aged shopkeeper to reply, Wang Chi had already started talking to the singing girl, but changed to Beijing dialect and spoke with a pure western Sichuan accent. The singer replied with the same western Sichuan accent, and spoke as fluently as she had been in the previous moment, but the people of Kyoto couldn't hear it clearly.

Ruan Luo had a vague impression of the western Sichuan accent, and only vaguely understood a few broken words such as "people's feelings", "landform" and "random". The confusion on his face was even more meaningful.

After a few short conversations, Wang Chi stopped talking, and the singing girl looked at the middle-aged shopkeeper, and when she spoke again, her voice had already returned to the Kyoto tone: "This old man only asked the little woman to sing some scenes of western Sichuan, I don't know if the shopkeeper can allow it?" ”

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At the border between Xichuan and Xiaoliang Kingdom, there is a sandy area that roughly takes the form of an oblique triangle. Although it is not as barren as the desert, it is also extremely desolate, with strong sand and barren vegetation.

After the frost season. This desolation of the land is even more obvious. The already thin layer of floating grass on the ground withered and rolled. A windswept wind rose, and the white sand stirred and swirled and danced with the broken dead grass, and slammed into the face as if it had the power of a blade.

Ye Nono lifted the small burden that hung on his shoulders. There was only a slight pause at his feet. Keep moving forward.

Her steps narrowed unconsciously from exhaustion. But she doesn't stop to rest. In this vast expanse of sand, which is borderless, it seems that a little slack can make you lose your bearings. There are no paths in this land, even if there used to be. It may be that as long as no one walks for more than a month, it will be covered by the wind and sand and erase the traces.

Although Ye Nuonuo always stared at the delicate compass in his hand, and the needle was always pointing steadily, and there was nothing abnormal, but after walking in this sea of sand for most of the day, he did not see a living shadow, and Ye Nuonuo's heart was still a little worried. It's like walking alone at night, if the front and back of the road are the same scene, it is likely that when you turn around, you will go in the opposite direction, and the further you go, the farther away from the destination you are going.

The more it is easy for a person to fall into this potential fear swamp on their journey.

Ye Nuonuo moved this thought slightly, and quickly warned himself to stop. After studying medical science with his father for several years, Ye Nuonuo's habit of thinking about problems is also quietly changing, leaning towards rationality, and honing his ability to control his feelings.

Along the way, Yeno was timid many times, but she never really backed down once. Starting from Kyoto, to now, about to enter the border of Xiaoliang Country, Ye Nuonuo is striding forward, just because she has one thing in her heart. The importance of this matter is greater than the timidity in her heart.

"Ruan Luo, are you in Xiaoliang Country?"

"Why did you leave Kyoto suddenly and refuse to say hello to me?"

Ye Nuonuo licked his chapped lips and muttered a few words in his heart silently. These questions have been bothering her on the road, and every time she thinks about it one more time, the contradictory feelings in her heart will swell a little.

But before she really stepped into the border of Xiaoliang Country, she knew very well that no matter how much she thought about it, it was meaningless. In the end, the thousands of threads only turned into a belief: I hope that the news I finally asked for from the second prince is true, and I hope to see Ruan Luo in Xiaoliang Kingdom, so I have traveled thousands of miles to this experience, and the hard work I have endured will be worth it.

Although in the vast and boundless gray sand, Ye Nonuo's figure walking slowly and alone was as small as an ant, she always had such a belief and took a firm step by step. No matter how strong the wind and waves rise in the sky, it seems that there will be no disturbance at all for a small ant crawling on the ground.

At least the current wind and waves are not big enough to turn the land upside down.

Compared with Ye Nuonuo's more and more determined mind, hanging two miles away, Mo Ye, who has been secretly following, is getting more and more confused.

If the news revealed by the second prince Wang Hong is true, then the more Ye Nuonuo walks forward at this time, the closer she is to the place where she is going. On the other hand, Mo Ye is getting farther away from her base camp, and she brought a small group of Nanzhao soldiers closer and closer to the border of Xiaoliang Kingdom, which is easy to get into trouble no matter how you look at it.

Can't go any further, can you?

But recently, this neighborhood has not been peaceful, and if he doesn't see Ye Nuonuo crossing the border with his own eyes, Mo Ye is really not at ease in his heart.

Originally, Mo Ye left Ye Nuonuo alone, because she wanted her to retreat by herself. How do you know that although this girl is only eleven years old, she is so stubborn that she refuses to retreat. Things have progressed to this point, and Mo Ye's mind is also confused at this time.

At this moment, among the several copycat brothers who had nothing to say all the way, the second child, who was more thoughtful and the most timid, finally couldn't help but remind: "Second master, we can't go any further, it's almost within the horizon of the border army of Xiaoliang Country!" ”

Liu Bajin, who was on the side, immediately looked around when he heard this, and immediately waved his hand and patted the hair of the second baby that was tied up randomly, and said in a thick voice: "Where is there anyone?" Having said that, if you are afraid of Liang Bing, you will say that you are passing by. Just a few of us want to fight with others, and others don't believe us when we say it. ”――

(To be continued......)