This year is very lively.

Not only because of the careful preparation of the Zhou people, but also because the suzerain of the Jin Kingdom personally came to Aquili's camp, and everyone's tents, whether nobles, soldiers, commoners, and even slaves, were given additional rewards for this.

There are only two uses of the name Arslan among the Jin people, one is a tribal name and the other is a personal name.

When it is used as a personal name, only one person can directly refer to himself by this surname—the suzeraine himself.

There were twice as many guards along the banks of the Lur as before, and the closer you got to Arslan's own dwelling, the more checkpoints were set up.

Lan Zhijun's camp was not far from there, so Bai Ling really felt these sudden troubles.

As Bai Ling returned later, the others in the tent became more and more worried.

This kind of worry is really difficult to dispel, because they can't even ask Bai Ling, is it that Zhou Ren's military division is getting more and more difficult to deal with? Are they changing their tricks to make it difficult for you again? Do you have any bitterness in your heart......

Whenever someone decided to ask Bai Ling about the reason for his late return, they would be immediately stopped by the others—since Bai Ling didn't want to speak, don't force her.

Once again, Bai Ling noticed the extra warmth of the crowd towards her, but she still didn't explain anything as before.

This misunderstanding saved her from the trouble of explaining her whereabouts to everyone.

Half a month later, Arslan returned to the national capital, and life returned to its previous rhythm. Now going to Lan Zhijun's camp, the game between the two is no longer as tense as before, but more about chatting while playing chess.

Such days occasionally reminded Bai Ling of the time when Heng Yuanjun taught her to play chess in the three years after Emperor Jianxi's death.

When the disparity in strength between the two sides is too great, no matter what kind of jackal beast sits opposite them, it seems that they can become friends calmly - but the decision seems to be always in the hands of the high-ranking person.

Lan Zhijun was really relieved, because he didn't know when it started, Bai Ling really slowly changed back to the appearance that he felt familiar with.

She is always neither timid nor flattering, and even when she responds to others, she has a certain sincerity that makes people helpless, because she is a mirror that reflects everything, and talking to her is like talking to herself.

If there is any new discovery in this process, it is probably there.

Whether it was Lan Zhijun or Heng Yuanjun, she looked at them, as if she saw two marionettes of fate, she tried her best to hide her contempt, maybe Lan Zhijun was too lonely now, and she didn't even notice the hatred she hid once.

Abomination is always sobering.

On this day, leaving Lan Zhijun's tent, Bai Ling asked for a few sticks of incense as before, and then stepped into the wind and snow outside the tent.

As soon as she went out, she bumped into the Jin Bing who escorted her back to the camp today, and the person's gaze made Bai Ming feel a little uncomfortable, and on the way back, this person bumped into her intentionally or unintentionally.

"Here it is." Bai Ling stopped, stumbled in the language of the golden people, "I'm going to incense, alone." ”

"There you go!" The man's face was full of smiles, "I know the rules, I can't go with me, I'm just here waiting for you to come back." ”

From the path between the tents to the north, there is an open snowfield.

Since before Chinese New Year's Eve, every time he comes out of Lan Zhijun's tent, Bai Ling has to carry incense and walk alone to this snowfield to "pray".

This is the solitude that Bai Ling asked Lan Zhijun for, and the soldiers of the Jin people would watch her walk from afar with a lamp into a small spark, and then stand alone in the ice and snow for a long time - this is the real reason why Bai Ling returned late many times.

Jin Ren, or Lan Zhijun, never worried that Bai Ling would take the opportunity to escape.

On the one hand, this is because the whole snowfield is the realm of Aquili, and when an order is sent from the barracks, all the branch tribes can be reached in a day; What's more, no one has ever been able to walk through this meadow in the middle of winter alive on his own.

In such a cold place, not to mention the night, even if there is a sun in the day, a person will never be able to walk for a day.

Cold and hunger are secondary, and the unprovoked snowstorms that often occur in the middle of winter can sweep the sky and scratch blood on people's faces in an instant. On the way north from both ends, Aquili's tribe had encountered two such storms—and those who had experienced this power firsthand would not have any thoughts of leaving anything to chance.

Time passed little by little, and after a long silence, the figure of Bai Ling carrying the lamp finally got up and turned around again, slowly approaching Aquili's camp.

In the distance, she saw that the golden soldier was also walking in her direction.

Bai Ling faintly felt that something was wrong, so he stopped in place, quietly waiting for the other party to step through the knee-deep snow and approach his side.

When they were only seven or eight paces apart, the other party also stopped, because they had run so far in too much urgency on the snow, the golden soldier gasped heavily, and the white mist dissipated in the air.

"I told you, don't come along." Bai Ling said with a frown.

The man ignored it, but suddenly laughed, and the grease on his face and the salivation in his eyes were clearly illuminated by the lamp in Bai Ling's hand.

"Oh......" Bai Ling finally reacted, she looked at the golden man, "Who gave you the guts?" ”

The man loosened his belt slightly, and said with a smile, "I know you, your name is Bai Ling, it's Chen Shubai...... of women. ”

“…… Now that you know, you still dare to mess around? ”

The man laughed, "Don't pretend anymore, I've heard your people say a long time ago, you're a 'Poti'." ”

Poti, the "prostitute" in the golden language.

Bai Ling held the lamp in one hand, and then put his other hand behind his back with a blank expression.

"Even if it's a Poti, it's a Poti you can't touch." She looked at the Jin Bing in front of her coldly, "You dare to follow me here...... It's dead...... Or is it dead? ”

"I dare to come along, of course I pinched your handle...... the other party grinned and took a step closer, and then said fiercely, "You didn't come here to burn incense at all!" Every time you run to this snowy plain, you're having a tryst with a Hesta man! ”

Bai Ling's heartstrings were really shocked.

She lowered her head and laughed, and then slowly approached the Jin Bing in front of her, "Since it has been discovered, then I have to-"

Before Bai Ling could make a move, a figure suddenly burst out from behind the golden soldier.

The expression on the man's face froze for a moment, then disbelief and pain twisted together, and slowly turned back.

Bai Ling also saw the face of the visitor clearly at this time.

A red-haired Hesta girl held a bloody dagger in her hand and looked at the fallen golden soldier with fear and anger in her eyes.

"Are you alright?" The girl looked at Bai Ling.