The dried blood stains on Bai Ling's face had solidified into a dull black at this moment, and she looked at Lan Zhijun in front of her silently, her throat moving slightly.

"Good beauty, don't always hold a knife like this......"

Before Lan Zhijun's words fell, a short arrow had already hit the knife surface of Bai Ling's dagger, she was aware of it, but her movements were still a step slower, and the bloody dagger had already fallen to the ground not far away, the tip of the knife was stuck on the ground, and the handle of the knife trembled.

The other two steel spikes that hit her knees were stuck where she was standing—if she hadn't dodged in time, I'm afraid both feet would have been pierced by now.

These three hidden weapons obviously did not come from Lan Zhijun's direction.

In this seemingly empty tent, someone is secretly and carefully protecting Lan Zhijun's safety.

"Sure enough," Lan Zhijun muttered to herself, "you have kung fu in you...... Did I learn it from a master after I left Lanzihao? ”

Bai Ling felt that the alarm sounded everywhere in her body, her eyes and ears were more keenly aware of the abnormal movement in front of her than ever, but she heard Lan Zhijun chuckle and wave her hand, "Forget it, stop, don't be embarrassed for her anymore." ”

He quickly sat back down on his soft floor.

"Don't mess your head with me." Lan Zhijun looked at Bai Ling, "After getting along for so long, you should understand that I cherish you very much, Bai Ling." ”

"Where did I touch your—"

"Next time, whether you are bullied by the Jin people or by the Zhou people, don't provoke right and wrong into my tent again, otherwise it will ......" Lan Zhijun patted his soft collapse intentionally or unintentionally, "I don't mind, I have a battle with you outside the chessboard." ”

……

That night, when Bai Ling returned to the camp of the Zhou slaves, she found that although the lights were out, everyone was waiting for her to come back in the dark.

She quickly explained to them what had happened to-night, and they were relieved, and after cursing the brute a few times with their enemies, they went back to their bunks.

Bai Ling changed out of his bloody clothes in the dark, and lay down but couldn't sleep.

Now that I think about it, it was indeed too risky to go to Lan Zhijun's camp tonight - in Lan Zhijun's opinion, she may have wanted to use this incident to provoke Aquili and his relationship, so she issued such a warning not to bring the trouble she caused to his camp in the future.

Thinking of the sentence "the battle outside the chessboard" and the two steel nails with amazing strength, Bai Ling was a little frightened, and the girl next to her listened to Bai Ling's breathing that had been a little anxious, and reached out to poke her.

Bai Ling turned sideways.

"Are you still thinking about the evening?" The companion asked softly.

"Hmm." Bai Ling answered with his eyes closed.

"Don't be afraid." The companion whispered, "Everyone was spreading the news tonight, but you didn't come back at that time. ”

“…… What's the news? ”

"I heard that an envoy from the Zhou people is coming," said his companion in a low voice, "not to us, but to the capital of the Jin people......

"Is that ......," Bai Ling was a little absent-minded, "what are the envoys doing in the kingdom of the Jin people?" ”

"I don't know," said his companion's voice with a slight smile, "we all guessed that it was the ...... of the war."

"If we really get a war letter, our life should be even more difficult." Bai Ling whispered.

"Do you care about that?" The girl was a little surprised.

"Don't you care?"

"I don't care, of course I don't care......" Although the girl's voice was small, it still sounded a little generous and happy at night, "I just hope that our Zhou army can call and kill these dog thieves!" Even if I die, it will be revenge. ”

Bai Ling gently patted the other party's shoulder a few times.

"Sleep, we don't want to do that."

……

After a few more days, the atmosphere in the slave camp suddenly plunged into a certain kind of unsettling excitement and unease.

One night, when the Zhou people, who were in charge of slaughtering the sheep and distributing the meat, killed the sheep, they actually found a bag of Jinpa from the belly of the sheep.

Such a strange thing immediately attracted the attention of all in their tents.

Everyone carefully unfolded the veil, the silk cloth had already been stained red with blood, but the full moon and clouds drawn with an ink pen on it were still clearly recognizable, and there was a bundle of medicinal herbs wrapped in the veil.

Several people pondered for a long time, and suddenly someone smacked the taste from it - full moon angelica!

Counting the days, it is still the beginning of February, and on the fifteenth day of each month, the moon will be full once...... Several people looked at each other, and they were a little trembling with excitement for a while.

In the days that followed, there were more and more strange things, and several people woke up and said that they had seen a big tree in a dream, and the tree was full of dense black birds, and the birds called so sadly that people heard them cry.

And these people all said that they saw this scene in their dreams on the way up the mountain to sweep the tomb during the Qingming Festival.

Among the Zhou people, some old people were the first to react, saying that what they dreamed of was an auspicious bird, a kind of flying bird in the legend of the north, which only appeared on the day of Qingming, and was a sacred bird incarnated by the ancestors because they missed their homeland - so it is also called a homesick bird.

Homesick bird, full moon angelica......

The people of Zhou privately shared these signs falling from the sky, with some kind of secret expectation in their hearts, but they didn't know what the fifteenth of the "full moon" was in the fifteenth month.

The days flickered, and it was the ninth day of the second month.

At dusk that day, Bai Ling unloaded the basket full of cow dung cakes on his back, and sat down to rest by the car with a sweaty head.

At this time, she almost had to go back to change her clothes and prepare to go to Lan Zhijun's camp, but there was no wind at this moment, and the light of dusk was warm on her body, which made her not want to get up for a while.

"Boling."

A voice came from the other side of the car, and Bai Ling looked sideways, and the Hesta girl who had met on a snowy night not long ago was also holding a cow dung basket and pouring the dung cake from the basket into the car.

"I've been looking for you for a long time." Bai Ling retracted his gaze and whispered, "Where have you been these days?" ”

Volva sat down generously beside Boling.

On the side of the dung cake truck near them, the slaves of the Zhou and Jin people sat together in twos and threes to rest, some chatting with each other, which was a normal scene.

"Aquili has new men coming, we were recruited to help, I only came back yesterday." Volva clapped his hands, put the wooden clamp aside, and whispered, "It's almost time for you to tell me about that night." ”

"Well," said Bai Ling, who sat up a little straighter, looked at the young Volva and smiled, "but before that, can you tell me how you knew that the golden man was going to attack me that day?" ”