Jiang Dong carefully looked at their goods, leather goods, spices, and a few pieces of bright woolen fabric.

"This is what my mother knitted. It's a little rough, but it's all real wool, and it's warm. The boy whispered.

The father said a few words of Mobei dialect, and the young man translated: "My father said that if the guest officer likes it, we can sell it cheaper." ”

"Everyone else is shouting and selling their goods, why are you quiet? It doesn't look like a business. Jiang Dong asked.

"We are not in business, my aunt is sick and has no money to buy medicine. We came to Dengzhou to sell a little more silver, and then grabbed the medicine and went home to treat A-Niang. The boy's eyes turned red.

"I see, your Chinese language is very good, is your mother Han?" Jiang Dong knew that when Mobei people were sick, they generally only looked for shamans to dance to exorcise ghosts to drive away evil spirits, which was just psychological comfort in the final analysis. The father and son would think of catching medicine, which means that his mother is definitely not from Mobei.

"How do the guests know, my mother is from Daxia." The boy said happily, his eyes lit up.

"What's your name?" Jiang Dong looked at the young man's bright eyes, and his heart suddenly softened.

"Alain, my name is Alain, which means lion." The boy said proudly. The father grinned and smiled innocently, looking at his son with love in his eyes.

"Oh, brave lion! So, did you beat these hides? "Such a woman's name, it's actually a lion? Jiang Dong felt a little funny.

"I fought with Daddy!" The boy paused, "Do you want to buy it?" ”

"Well, we want to buy it, and we want to go to Mobei with you, is that okay?" It may be more secure to follow the merchant to Mobei, but the simplicity of this father and son touched him, and when he is not familiar with the place, honesty is more reliable than convenience.

Sure enough, Jiang Xinyue also agreed with Jiang Dong's opinion after seeing the father and son and talking to them. They exchanged silver taels, and together with Alan and his son, they marched towards the Mobei royal court.

The Gobi Desert has appeared in front of me, and the cold wind blowing in the north of the desert is like a knife on the face. Jiang Xinyue was dressed in a men's robe, and a green silk was also hidden in a hat. She wore a woolen shawl knitted by Alain's mother over her shoulders, covering most of her face, revealing only a pair of dark eyes.

She remembered the last time she came to Mobei, she was anxious, confused, and afraid, but in more than two months, things had changed dramatically. It's like fate played a big joke on her.

Alan was pestering Jiang Dong to teach him knife techniques. Along the way, Alan has been fascinated by Jiang Dong, he has great strength, excellent archery, and can wrestle, but he is very fascinated by swordsmanship, especially Jiang Dong's magical long whip, and has been pestering Jiang Dong to teach him.

Jiang Dong was originally a taciturn person who didn't like to communicate with people, but for some reason, he was extra patient with this young man, and the two of them were like masters and apprentices along the way.

It was getting late, and the group set up their tents and prepared to rest. Jiang Dong let Alan practice on the side, walked up to Jiang Xinyue and said, "Miss, listen to Alan and say that you will be able to go to the royal court tomorrow." ”

"That's good, the road is safe, but it's also worry-free, the father and son you are looking for are good." Jiang Xinyue said with a smile.

"Well, think about the last time we came to Mobei, we met robbers just across the border, it seems that the prince of Nanqing mediated well." As soon as Jiang Dong finished speaking, he realized that he had said the wrong thing, and secretly glanced at Jiang Xinyue, but saw that her face was as usual. I didn't know what to say for a while, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

A bright moon rises in the sky, the cold moonlight is sprinkled on the Gobi desert, and the sand dunes near and far are silent, high or low, bright or dark.

Under the moonlight, Alan practiced his sword technique seriously, and his moves and styles were quite standardized.

Jiang Dong looked at his vigorous figure, his eyes full of appreciation.

"Jiang Dong, do you like Alan very much? Is this an apprentice? Jiang Xinyue followed his gaze.

"Yes, I see my past self in Alain. Especially when he was desperate to buy medicine for his mother, I remembered when I came to Jiang's house to save my sister. Jiang Dong's eyes darkened.

"Jiang Dong, thank you for coming to the Jiang family. Thank you for always being there for me. Jiang Xinyue looked at him and said sincerely.

Jiang Dong suddenly felt a fever on his face, his heart was pounding, and he opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything.

"What's wrong with you?" Jiang Xinyue looked at him strangely.

"Miss, it's been such a long time, if you don't mention it, I don't dare to ask, have you really let go of His Royal Highness the Prince?"

"What can you do if you don't put it down? There is no possibility for me and him. It's not that I can't let him go, it just takes time. Jiang Xinyue's eyes were like stars in the sky, shining in the dark night.

"In the future, does the young lady have any plans?" Jiang Dong held his breath.

"Seriously, I don't know, let's take a few trips to Mobei first, and when things pass, the future will be as fate will be. Maybe I won't marry again in my life. Jiang Xinyue's heart was filled with sourness.

"Miss, you are so good, don't lose hope and confidence just because the son of the world has failed you, you will definitely meet someone who treats you sincerely in the future." Jiang Dong's mood also calmed down, yes, his young lady will meet someone who is really worthy of her, but it won't be him, he understands that she just treats him as a subordinate, a partner, a friend, but not a lover. He once had a small extravagant hope in his heart, but he slowly learned to let go and guard her as before.