Instead of returning to the Zhou slave camp that night, Bai Ling was taken to a new tent and imprisoned.

In the second half of the night, the more Lan Zhijun thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, thinking of the unknown team that had wandered in the Jin tribe before, the rumors that had spread among the slaves of the Zhou people during this time, and the news brought by the envoy who went to the national capital...... Is there a connection between these things?

It doesn't matter if there is no evidence, sooner or later it will be.

There is only one thing to do at the moment, which is to cut off all of Boling's external contacts.

Not to mention hunting, now Boling was locked up in that solitary tent all day long, and he could not even step out of the door of the tent.

Lan Zhijun placed her most powerful secret sentinel here in Bai Ling, keeping a close eye on what she was doing every day, and never letting go of any clues.

On the 11th of February, the sky was getting dark, and the dark whistle returned to Lan Zhijun's camp.

Lan Zhijun had just met Aquili at this time, and the batch of military horses specially transferred here a few days ago had been completely distributed today, and the patrols and inspections at night and during the day were more than several times stronger than usual—both of them coincidentally locked the time on February 15 of this month.

Because there is news from the national capital, Arslan will hold a reward ceremony in the national capital on this day, when the leaders and generals of various tribes will gather there.

Lan Zhijun tried his best to persuade Aquili not to go, although it was not far from the Luer River to the site of the national capital, but there were several narrow and thin roads between the valleys on the way, and the snow was covered at the moment, and the view of the soldiers and horses was already blocked when they passed through the snowfield, and if anyone wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to cause chaos, the consequences would be serious.

And at the moment, rumors are rife in the camp, and if Aquili leaves at this time, it may also cause a fluctuation in people's hearts.

Aquili had originally made up his mind to go to the other brothers to show his prestige, but Lan Zhijun's words really made him hesitate, and he promised the military advisor to go back and think about it and give him an answer tomorrow.

Lan Zhijun said goodbye to Aquili, and when she turned around, she saw her secret sentry standing in the middle of the tent.

"Why are you here now?" Lan Zhijun counted the time, "The time hasn't passed yet, right?" ”

"Miss Bailin has fallen asleep."

"So early?" Lan Zhijun frowned slightly, "Are you sure you're asleep?" ”

"Hmm." The sentry nodded.

Lan Zhijun motioned to the dark whistle with his eyes to sit down and talk in detail.

The dark sentry took out a thin stack of pieces of paper and placed them on Lan Zhijun's desk, which recorded in great detail what Bai Ling had done in the one-man tent today.

She had eaten very little these days, and she didn't seem to have much appetite.

Most of the time she lay quietly on her soft floor, humming alone, sometimes in the mood, dancing alone in the tent with her bare feet on the woolen blanket, singing to herself.

"What did she sing?"

"I don't understand." "But there's a passage that's pretty much the same as what she sang to you before, no east or west, no south or north." ”

"What kind of dance?"

The dark whistle tilted his head slightly, "I don't understand." ”

"Got it."

With Lan Zhijun's lowered eyes, the dark sentinel who was still sitting on the ground stood up, and disappeared from Lan Zhijun's field of vision with the slight movement of the candle shadow in the tent.

……

In the second half of the night, Lan Zhijun stepped into the camp where Bai Ling was.

There was no light in the tent, and it was dark everywhere, Lan Zhijun stood alone by the door for a while, until he could gradually see the outline of everything in the room, and then slowly walked towards the bed where Bai Ling was.

Bai Ling did fall asleep.

She was lying on her side, curled up, covered with two layers of velvet sheepskin blanket.

However, her right hand reached out of the white blanket, hanging from the edge, and her soft fingers were slightly bent.

In the dark night, everything has a hazy blue, the calluses and scars on Bai Ling's hands seem to be hidden at this moment, and the slender five fingers look white and immature, with a kind of delicacy at the mercy of others.

He stretched out his hand and gently pulled off the clothes on Bai Ling's left shoulder—the tattoo on Baihuaya was still clearly visible.

This was a slight surprise to Lan Zhijun, because for most people who entered the Hundred Flowers and then left, this tattoo was too difficult to explain and too shameful, and most people would try to remove it.

But here in Boling, four years later, it's still as glaring as it was then.

"I'm going to pretend to sleep until I go." Lan Zhijun said softly, "Aren't you going to use a beauty trick, I'm here, and you're doing this to me?" ”

The sleeping beauty, with her eyes closed, let out a sigh-like sound.

Sleepy-eyed, Bai Ling opened his eyes, withdrew his hands into the woolen blanket, yawned and rubbed his hands, and pressed them against his own.

“…… But I'm tired. Bai Ling whispered in a slightly nasal voice, "I don't have the strength today, ...... we another day?" ”

Lan Zhijun stood up, lit a fire from the stove with a thin pile of wool, and lit a night lamp at the edge of the tent.

The people outside saw the light in the tent and hurriedly came in with a pot of hot tea—it was hard to understand how they could protect this pot of steaming boiling water in the freezing night breeze outside.

With the movements of the servants, the smell of tea rose from Bai Ling's tent.

When all the outsiders had gone, Bai Ling sat up, rubbing her eyes gently under the soft candlelight.

Her eye sockets looked deeper than during the day, and her eyelids were slightly red, knowing that it was because of sleepiness and tiredness, and not knowing that she thought she had just cried.

When he was almost used to the light of the candle flame, Bai Ling lay down on his bed again, and then looked sideways at Lan Zhijun's shadow beside the candle flame, without the slightest intention of going to the ground.

"I have news for you." Lan Zhijun said softly.

Bai Ling laughed, she moved slightly to the inside of the bed, and then gently patted her pillow, and her voice was slender, "Why do you sit so far away...... Sit down closer. ”

Lan Zhijun was unmoved, raised her hand and picked up the teacup, "Chen Yicong's men are about to arrive in Zhuozhou." ”

Bai Ling laughed.

"You don't seem to care." Lan Zhijun gently blew the tea noodles, "There are still a few envoys of the Zhou people who are still in the national capital at this time...... If he had come for you, would you think you would have escaped? ”

"And what will he do?"

"What are you going to ......do," Lan Zhijun laughed, "It's nothing more than that in the spring of next year, Zhou Jin will fight again." ”

"Would Lan Zhijun really believe such a thing?"

Lan Zhijun's movements stopped, "What? ”

"The emperor will start or stop a war for his own personal interests." Bai Ling's arm propped up his head, and he looked sideways at Lan Zhijun under the lamp.

"You don't believe me?"

"Yes, I think it's all an excuse, and if it's put on Chen Yicong, it's even more of an excuse......" Bai Ling said with a smile, "You all seem to like this kind of story, don't you?" Chong Guan was angry and red-faced. ”

Bai Ling wrapped the sheepskin blanket around her body a little tighter, as if she were listening to someone else's story, and she chuckled with a little good deeds.

"If my story gets out, I don't know how much I can feed the storyteller."