Under Tang Zhaozong, in the eyes of Zhou Nanheng, a person from the rivers and lakes, the person named Yin Rongrong was actually the fairy in his mind.

When approaching him, it seemed to him that this man was blind.

In fact, He Baifu should have focused on supporting one of the new leaders of the Zoroastrian religion, Wangexing.

Under Tang Zhangwei's plan, the Zoroastrians of the Tang Dynasty split into two factions, one faction was the original Zoroastrians, and the other faction was the new Zoroastrian elders and leaders with Wang Yong and Zhu Gaozhi as the backbone, and one of the new sect leaders, Wan Gexing, as the leader.

This split of Zoroastrianism has alleviated the trouble of Tang Zhangwei's henchmen a lot.

He Baifu also made a great contribution to this, but

The meat looked like a wild duck - presumably from a stone thrown by Jack with a slingshot.

They ate until the pot was dry, and then Alfred and Martha lay down on the rushes. Before they fell asleep, Tom told them that he and Alan were going to find the priest, and Alan said that Jack would stay and take care of them until the adults returned. The two exhausted children nodded in agreement and closed their eyes.

Tom and Eren are gone, Tom wearing the fur that Eren has draped over his shoulders to keep warm. As soon as they walked out of the thorn bushes, Alan stopped, turned his face to Tom, pulled his head down to her, and kissed him on the lips.

"I love you," she said fanatically, "I've been in love with you from the moment I saw you." I've always wanted to find a strong and gentle man, and I didn't think there was anyone like that. Then I met you. I want you. But I can see that you love your wife. Oh my God, how jealous I am of her. I am very sad for her death, really sad, because I can see the sadness in your eyes, and the tears that are about to drop, and my heart is broken to see you so sad. But now that she's gone, I want you to be mine. ”

Tom didn't know what to say for a moment. It is unbelievable that a woman so beautiful, so intelligent, and so self-reliant should fall in love with him at first sight; And it's even harder to figure out how he feels. He's lost to Agnes - Alan was right, he had tears that didn't come out, and he could feel the weight of those tears in his eyes. But he was also tormented by the ** for Allen, how wonderful her fiery ** was, how golden her eyes were, and how unconcealed her ** was. Agnes was so desperate to get Aren that he felt a terrible sin.

He stared at her too, and once again her gaze saw through his heart, and she said, "Say nothing." You don't need to be ashamed. I know you love her. She knows that too, I can tell. You still love her—of course you do. You will love her forever too. ”

She told him not to say anything, but he had nothing to say anyway. He was stunned by this unusual woman. She seems to have everything in place. She seemed to know everything about him, and that did make him feel better, as if he had nothing to be ashamed of. He sighed.

"It's so much better," she said. She took him by the hand, and they walked away from the cave together.

They walked a full mile through the primeval forest to reach the main road. As they walked forward, Tom kept turning his face to look at the face of Alan beside him. He recalls that when he first met her, he used to think she wasn't beautiful because of her extraordinary eyes. At this point, he couldn't understand how he could have seen it that way. Now he looks at those amazing eyes as a perfect expression of her unique self. Now she seems absolutely perfect, and the only puzzling thing is how she could be with him.

They walked three or four miles. Tom was still tired, but the broth gave him strength; Despite trusting Allen completely, he is anxious to see the baby with his own eyes.

They were already able to see the monastery through the woods, and Alan said, "Let's not show our faces in front of the monks in the first place. ”

Tom was inexplicable. "Why?"

"You abandoned the baby, it's murder. Let's peek out of the woods and see what kind of people they are. ”

Tom didn't think he would get into trouble in this environment, but it never hurt to be careful, so he nodded in agreement and followed Alan into the bushes. After a while, they were hiding at the edge of the clearing.

The monastery is small. Tom built the abbey, which he speculated should be what people call a subsidiary abbey, a branch or outskirts of a large abbey. There are only two stone buildings inside, a prayer room and a dormitory. All that's left is a house with wooden frames and mud walls: a kitchen, a stable, a barn and a row of agricultural houses. The place has a clean, well-preserved appearance, giving the impression that the monks do as much farm work as they do prayers.

There weren't a lot of people around. "Most of the monks have gone to work," said Allen, "and they are building barns on the top of the hill." She looked up at the sky, "They'll come back at noon for dinner." ”

Tom looked at the clearing. To his right, in the shadow of a small herd of tethered goats, he saw two figures. "Look," he pointed. As he surveyed the two figures, he saw something else. "The man who was sitting down was a priest, and ......"

"He's still holding something on his knees."

"Let's get closer."

They walked through the woods, along the edge of the clearing, to a place close to the goats, and poked their heads out. Tom's heart rose to his throat as he looked at the priest sitting on the square bench. On his lap was the baby, and the baby was Tom's baby. Tom's throat plugged. Indeed, the baby is there; The child is still alive. He wanted to put his arms around the priest.

Along with the priest was a young monk. Looking closer, Tom saw that the young man was dipping a piece of cloth into a bucket of milk—presumably goat's milk—and then putting the soaked horn in the baby's little mouth. That's a clever idea.

"Well," said Tom in thought, "I'll go in and admit what I've done, and get my son back." ”

Alan looked at him levelly. "Think again, Tom," she said, "what will you do when you bring it back?" ”

He didn't quite know what she was going to say. "Ask the monks for some milk," he said, "and they can see that I am poor." They will give alms. ”

"And then?"

"Well, I hope they'll give me enough milk for him for three days so I can get to Winchester."

"And later?" She chased after her, "How will you feed the child in the future?" ”

(End of chapter)