The stories are like falling flowers, sinking into the glitz of this troubled world.

The memories of the past were like flying sand and rocks, and they instantly filled Song Zhi's mind.

She walked out of the Jinzhou camp and walked towards the deserted place.

"Where are you going?" Qingyue is unfamiliar with the place, and she is worried that something will happen to Song Zhi.

"Come, I'll take you to a nice place." Song Zhi looked back and smiled at Qingyue, like a camellia blooming in spring, gentle and cold.

After walking for a short distance, Song Zhi took off the Jinzhou clothes on his body and took off the delicate shoes on his feet.

Wearing a thin middle coat, he stepped barefoot in the soft sand.

At this moment, Song Zhicai felt that he had completely changed back to himself.

"Be careful of catching a cold, don't forget what the Imperial Doctor said." Qingyue picked up Song Zhi's clothes and shoes that fell on the ground and stood behind her.

Song Zhi walked up the hill and spread his hands.

Feeling the desert roaring in the wind and sand, this familiar taste, there is no better place than this.

"Come on." Song Zhi pulled Qingyue and asked him to stand on this hill together.

As far as the eye can see, the only blue color of the entire desert is under the eye.

It sits quietly in the barren land of the desert, unmoved by time and out of step with the surrounding landscape.

It's like Song Zhi who shoehorned himself into that gorgeous costume.

"How can there be such a place in the desert?" Qing Yue looked at the blue color and wondered.

"Actually, when I was young, this piece of green field under our feet was all green." Song Zhi let his feet sink into the sand, looking at somewhere in the distance and stunned.

"So is this also the reason for the constant fighting at the border gates?" After staying by Song Zhi's side for a long time, Qingyue's eyes have also opened a lot.

Song Zhi replied and continued to look into the distance.

It wasn't until the sun gradually melted into the clouds that Song Zhi remembered her promise to Zhao Yichen.

"Let's go, it's time to go back."

On the way back to the camp, the night market in the desert is also lively.

In the hustle and bustle, suddenly there was a lot of people.

On both sides of the road are different vendors, selling more stylish things than those in Jinzhou.

Qing Yue took a fancy to the brocade robe hanging on the stake at a glance.

Stand in front of it for a long time.

"Boss, here's one." Song Zhi was generous and didn't ask the price.

When the desert vendor saw that Song Zhi was dressed as a Jinzhou person, his face instantly changed color, and he said in a broken Jinzhou dialect: "Jinzhou dog, don't sell it!" ”

Song Zhi was not annoyed by this, but took out a ruby hairpin from the pouch on his side.

This hairpin is golden, with a peony at the top, and a ruby of excellent color at the core.

No trader will have trouble with money, although he said that he would not sell it to the people of Jinzhou, and when the merchant saw the valuable gem hairpin, the expression on his face still revealed his true thoughts.

"Forget it." Qingyue pulled Song Zhi's sleeve, and pulled Song Zhi with an embarrassed face to leave.

Song Zhi suddenly spoke fluent desert dialect, and Qingyue didn't understand what he said.

I saw that the merchant did not ask for a whole hairpin, but accepted the ruby, and the brocade robe was also in Song Zhi's hands.

"What did you tell him?"

"Let's just say that the brocade robe is a relic of my aunt."

"What?"

"The desert people are the most affectionate, thanks to the ruby of good color." Song Zhi shook the brocade robe in his hand and handed it to Qing Yue.

Suddenly, a thin black shadow rushed into the two of them.

Covered his thin body with the brocade robe.

Subconsciously, Song Zhi covered her with his body and blocked the pursuit of the people behind her for her.

Those people had been looking for her in the bazaar, and Song Zhi had no choice but to take her back to the Jinzhou camp.

Who knows, as soon as she escaped from the tiger's mouth, the little girl saw that it was the camp tent in Jinzhou, and immediately wanted to run out.

Her body was full of tops, and her skin was open, which instantly reminded Song Zhi of her previous unbearableness.

"Be careful!" Qingyue was hit hard by her, and the copper basin in her hand was almost unstable.

Song Zhiyi pulled him in his arms, "There are people outside who want to kill you, and if you run out, it will be equivalent to sending you to death!" ”

"I don't want to be a dog in Jinzhou!!" The little girl spoke badly and spoke an authentic Jinzhou dialect.

"You can actually speak Jinzhou?" Song Zhi was also a little surprised, he didn't expect the girl he inadvertently saved to be so related to Jinzhou.

The little girl didn't answer, just stared at Song Zhi fiercely, and almost devoured her alive.

Song Zhi wiped her face clean and applied some plasters to her.

The little girl burst out after a while, "Are you very rich?" ”

"Why do you ask?" Song Zhi stopped the action of washing, squatted down and looked at the little girl.

"I see you bought that robe, and I think you're rich." The little girl pointed to the stained brocade robe.

Qingyue thought that the little girl had taken a fancy to the robe, and stood in front of the robe like a calf protector.

Song Zhi shook his head and smiled, "Do you need money very much?" ”

The little girl nodded, then shook her head again.

"What's wrong?" Song Zhi's voice was very gentle, a bit like the sense of tranquility coming from the empty valley.

"A-Niang is sick, and Lang Zhong said that only a few copper plates are needed." The little girl's stomach made an inappropriate sound at this time, which made Song Zhi and Qingyue laugh a little.

Song Zhi took out a silver ingot from the pocket of the lining, and then picked up a few pastries from the boat from the table.

The little girl had never seen such a snack, so she put it in her nose and sniffed it, then picked it up and looked around, and then stuffed it into her mouth to make sure that there was no poison.

"This should be enough to save your aunt." Song Zhi touched the little girl's head.

The little girl has never seen so much money, a few copper plates can kill A-Niang, this silver ingot is enough for their family to live for more than half a year.

She was still young and didn't understand anything, she only knew how to kneel on the ground and kowtow vigorously.

Such a young child, being chased and run for life, a sour feeling suddenly surged into Song Zhi's heart.

She seemed to see herself who was isolated and helpless at that time through this small figure.

"Let's go to sleep here, and then we'll go tomorrow when it's dawn, okay?" Song Zhi helped the little girl up, and after being drenched in the rain himself, he thought about holding up an umbrella for her.

"I... Can I bring some back for my mother? The little girl pointed to the few pastries left on the table.

"Of course." Song Zhi carefully wrapped the remaining pieces with the handkerchief in his arms and handed them to the little girl.

Song Zhi suddenly had an epiphany at this time, it turned out that giving alms to others was such a feeling.

also suddenly understood why He Lanzhuo always put on such an impatient appearance to himself.

It turned out that in his heart, he was just a humble person who waged his tail and begged for mercy.

The memory of the dead suddenly came to my heart, and the scabbed wound was once again exposed to the world.