Chapter 40: The Past Is Like Smoke

Luo Zilin was running all the way home the night before to ask his father about the ingredients of the medicine, and there was no rest for a moment, and then he hurried back.

Immediately after that, it was to chase Aolan and Jianyi to the Qin State, the mountain roads of the Qin State were rugged, and the winter wind was biting, these were not hardships and hardships, deep into the enemy country, the Qin State was full of checkpoints, hiding everywhere, hiding left and right, and it was a night of chasing, physically and mentally exhausted, and a series of hidden events made Zilin mature and grow up quickly within two days, like a small seedling that instantly grew tall and grew into a big tree, and endured the baptism of the storm alone.

Ke Zilin didn't expect that he would fall into such a deep sleep.

And I have lost the baby, and I woke up thousands of mountains and rivers away.

What a pride, what an iron-blooded orphan, I feel so ridiculous!.

Luo Zilin hung his head and didn't know what to do.

But the snow outside the window is getting heavier and heavier, and the cold style is biting.

Go back, how do you explain to Qi Kun? Zilin is a person who values love and righteousness, and he would rather be burdened by others than others.

Zilin also thought of General Aolan's birth and death for the Wei State, and he also admired and sighed, but when he thought of last night's experience, he thought of the prince of Qin, the soldiers of the brigade, and the palace of Qin, and broke out in a cold sweat.

Luo Zilin walked weakly, and for a moment it was a child's eyes; For a while, it was the sound of the child crying, and for a while, it was Qi Kun's thunderous appearance.

But he had no choice, he walked dejectedly, there was nowhere to go, only to go back to Wei!

He came to the border again, but the border was completely sealed.

He looked for opportunities again and again, the Qin army pressed the border, and he alone had no chance to cross the border.

The farther he walked away from the Wei State, the heavier Zilin's heart became.

Rather than not being able to go back to Wei, it is better to look for the child, Zilin repeatedly recalled everything that happened that day, the prince called by the soldiers, Zilin saw his side face when he was lying on the ground, but it was not very clear, at that time he was also afraid of being discovered by their people, he hid under the bed, the atmosphere did not dare to come out, to say that the mountains and rivers are strong, it is really not easy, especially when the enemy is strong and I am weak.

And "Hurry to the Imperial Palace!" He also remembered this sentence clearly.

At this time, Zilin suddenly felt that this kid might be the only one who knew his ins and outs, and the bloodline of the two great generals of Wei, Ao Lan and Zhong Shi, really needed him to pursue.

Zilin's pride was ignited again!

A month later, Luo Zilin came to the imperial city of Qin.

Alone, everything started from scratch, and in order to survive, he did all kinds of chores and endured all kinds of hardships.

When someone asks him what will happen? What are your strengths? Only then did he remember that he was in the Wei military camp, and he was a horse trainer.

Suddenly inspiration came, and he had to play to his strengths.

Shenyang Street is the most ordinary street in the imperial city of Qin, the road surface is open, and most of the shops do not extend the pavement, so those who like to fly fast like to walk on this street.

When the sun turned west, a medium-thin, ordinary-looking man walked out of a snack bar serving hot tea and pasta, looked left and right at the exit, and without much hesitation, turned right to Shenyang Zheng Street, facing north.

It's almost the time of Shen, and every now and then, that person must pass by here.

After about a moment, everything was as he thought, and this person was Zilin.

The sound of horses' hooves came from far and near, and the tall head and big horse were the second prince of Qin, Yingji, who was called Ji Wangye, and his stature was medium to tall.

It was the prince that Zilin saw on that snowy night, and if he looked closely, he was dressed beautifully and decently, and he was even more handsome and handsome than at that time.

After observing for a period of time, Zilin found that Prince Ji passed by Shenyang Street on time every day.

On this day, Luo Zilin, who was leisurely walking at the entrance of the street, just raised his hand slightly, and the horse called "Mobao" in Yingji, who was black and hairy, raised his head and hoof, and lost control in the crowded downtown streets.

In an instant, "Mobao" ran all the way down the street like crazy, but Ying Ji couldn't control this hot horse that was scorching like a flame......

In the panicked shouting, after Luo Zilin made a long whistle, he jumped forward without hesitation, and tightened the horse rope with a quick movement, and "Mobao" stopped running all the way as if he heard the order.

Ying Ji loosened the horse rope and jumped down.

"Good boy, you know how to train horses?" Prince Ji quickly calmed down, walked to Zilin's side, his eyes were full of light, Ying Ji has been fighting horses for many years, and naturally understands some basic common sense of horse training.

"A little understanding, Mr.'s horse may have eaten a kind of grass by mistake, and after eating it by mistake, the horse's temperament changed greatly, and it felt deeply uncomfortable, so it will change its temperament greatly......" Zilin said very old-fashionedly, ready to turn around and leave.

"Boy, don't go, what do you call you?" Ying Ji's face was sincere, and he walked closer to the ion forest. Zilin looked at him more truly, yes, it was him, Zilin felt very close to the child as soon as he saw him. Thousands of mountains and rivers turned out to be close at hand.

"My name is Zimu!" Zilin didn't think much about it, and removed a wooden character from the word Lin, and he had to change his name.

"Where's home?" Ji Wangye continued to ask.

Where is home? This has always been Zilin's difficulty, every time others ask him, he is in a dilemma, worried that he will be recognized, it is easy to lie, but it is difficult to lie.

"Mr. Hui, my hometown is from Weishan!" Zilin had to answer.

"When you hear your accent, it's like a Weishan person! I've been there! The prince smiled, and his smile was very charming. From time to time, I looked at Zilin, and also looked at his "Mobao", and the "Mobao" at this time was particularly tame.

Zilin looked up at the prince, I really don't know if what he said is the truth or if he is deliberately close to him, there is the border land of Wei and Qin, a friend of Zilin speaks Weishan dialect, he usually likes to learn his tone of speech, but I didn't expect it to come in handy this time.

So Luo Zilin successfully became a horse trainer in the Qin army, and others called him "Zimu".

Time has passed year by year, Zilin is serious, diligent, and humble, and has won the trust of Prince Ji.

So, it was convenient for Zilin to understand and pay attention to the child, but he didn't have too many opportunities to get close to the child, he thought of many ways, but in the end he was rejected one by one, there is always only one chance, and it can only succeed, not fail, otherwise all the previous efforts will be wasted.

In the passage of time, Zilin is waiting for such an opportunity. For example, a hunter is only ready to hunt once in his life.