"Didn't you say you'd come back at dinner?" Zhao Yichen walked in from outside the tent and saw the little girl lying on the collapse at a glance.

"What is this?"

Located in the desert and encountering war, it is normal to be vigilant.

Song Zhi used his body to block the little girl a little, and Ying Ying replied with a smile: "General Hui, it's a poor girl." ”

"Hurry up and let her go back and forth from where!" Zhao Yichen said sternly, and as he spoke, he reached out to pull the little girl up from the collapse.

"It's too late today, I'll send her back tomorrow." Song Zhianti restrained Zhao Yichen's hand, but he didn't dare to look at him at eye level.

"You send? Do you know what's going on out there? A wave of anger greeted Zhao Yichen's Tianling Gai, he really couldn't understand what the person in front of him was thinking.

Song Zhi didn't speak, and the movements in his hands didn't relax at all.

Between the two, someone must compromise first.

Zhao Yichen has decided to make up for the damage to Song Zhi, and now even if the ban is broken, he is willing to indulge her this time.

"Come on, you can send it if you want, I forgot that you are more familiar with this place than I am." Zhao Yichen took a deep breath and tried his best to control his temper.

Song Zhigang wanted to thank him, but heard Zhao Yichen say, "I'll go with you." ”

Song Zhi suddenly felt that Zhao Yichen had changed a little, in the past, he had already used a whip to flog himself, not to mention that he would send a desert girl home by himself.

She has long been accustomed to the career of leaving the branches, and Zhao Yichen has given her affectionate warmth again and again in this land where she once wandered alone.

It's hard not to be tempted.

The sky in the desert is brighter than in Jinzhou.

Zhao Yichen prepared the horses very early and waited at the door in the morning sun.

The golden sunlight sprinkled on his body, white clothes and black hair, flowing and elegant, lining his figure as if there was a kind of luster flowing.

"You should know how to ride a horse, right?" Zhao Yichen stretched out his hand towards Song Zhi, and his handsome facial features were even more distinct at this time.

"Of course." Song Zhi is long on horseback, although he has not touched it for a long time, he is a little rusty, and he can get back to his previous feeling after riding for a while.

The little girl was a little stunned by Zhao Yichen, perhaps because the desert people were naturally alert to the people of Jinzhou.

These two places have been fighting for hundreds of years, and there is no way to check the source of the grievances.

fell into the generation of the first emperor, on the surface, the country was closed, and the inner city of Jinzhou seemed to be a peaceful omen.

Only the soldiers stationed at the border knew that the invasion of the desert had never stopped.

The three of them rode horses and galloped across the grassland, enjoying the joy of freedom.

Suddenly, the little girl tightened the reins in Song Zhi's hand and stopped in front of a dilapidated hut in the Gobi Desert.

"Arrived?" Zhao Yichen's tone was not very good, and he suddenly reined in the horse and almost frightened the horse.

The little girl jumped off the horse, waved goodbye to Song Zhi and Zhao Yichen, and then walked into the house without looking back.

As they were about to return to the camp, a ragged woman rushed out and knelt down in front of the horse, blocking them with both hands.

"Ask the two sons to take my little girl away!" As he spoke, he knocked his head on the ground a few times.

"It took a lot of trouble for her to get back to you, why did you want us to take her?" Song Zhi said this, not only asking the woman, but also asking for his former self.

"I...."

The woman was stumbling, and Song Zhi found out that she had a delicate Jinzhou face, wearing a men's robe that didn't fit well, and her hair was messy.

I guess I was tortured.

"What is it that you get up and kneel before us?" Zhao Yichen opened his mouth calmly, he wanted to solve the tricky trouble in front of him as soon as possible.

"Two sons, please save the little girl." The woman didn't listen to Zhao Yichen's words, and kowtowed to the two of them again.

Song Zhi looked at Zhao Yichen, she couldn't be the master.

After all, even his own life is Zhao Yichen's, how can he save people?

"What do you think?" Zhao Yichen asked Song Zhi rhetorically.

"Me?"

"If you want to save it, you can save it." Zhao Yichen put the choice in Song Zhi's hands.

The woman was also accustomed to being observant, and when she heard Zhao Yichen say this, she knelt down and walked a few steps in front of Song Zhi.

"Please, little boy." Her tone was a little choked.

Maybe it's the same woman, or maybe it's the same body.

However, Song Zhi was luckier than her and met Zhao Yichen.

said that he didn't want to save it, it was too inconsistent with Song Zhi's kindness.

is obviously suffering himself, but he can't see the suffering of others.

Song Zhi got off the horse and helped the woman up: "You don't even know who we are, how can you be sure that we will definitely save your daughter?" ”

"The little girl is very smart, as long as she leaves here, she can live well no matter where she is." The woman wiped tears from the corners of her eyes with the sleeves of her robe.

"It depends on whether she wants to go with me or not." Because he was abandoned, Song Zhi cared about the wishes of others when facing this kind of thing.

The woman welcomed the two into the house, only to see that the inner room was poorly furnished.

Only a dilapidated table can barely be considered furniture, and a few rolls of straw mats are spread at the base of the wall, which should be the family's bed.

In the middle of the straw mat, there was a baby waiting to be fed.

The girl now knelt in front of the baby, dusting his face from his face.

The woman took two tea cups, and at first glance it was the style of the early years of Jinzhou, although it was outdated, it was still as new as new as she preserved.

"Don't hide it from the two sons, my family really can't afford to raise two children in this situation." The woman combed the scattered hair, showing the tenderness of motherhood.

"Auntie! I can go to the market and sell things, we can feed my brother! "The girl is not very old, but she has already begun to remember.

"Girl, don't make trouble." The woman stopped her in a loud voice, and then continued to say to Song Zhi and Zhao Yichen, "That man in my family has no serious hands and feet, and Ah Nu is a girl, so he often loses his temper with her. The two sons bought her with silver ingots, and she was the two sons'. ”

How could a mother bear to give the girl she gave birth to in October to two sons who had never met.

Unless, her father is even more cruel to her.

The woman looked out the window and saw that it was almost time for lunch.

The tone suddenly became cramped, "The two of you should take Ah Nu away, and the man who meets me may not be able to leave." ”

While pushing each other, Song Zhi saw the scars hidden under the ill-fitting clothes.

"How can he hit a woman?" Song Zhi lifted the sleeves of her hands and spoke resentfully.

"No, no, I made it myself." The woman replied skillfully, thinking that she had been asked many times.

"Do you want to come with us? I'll take you back to Jinzhou! Song knew that he couldn't bear it, so he took her hand and was about to run out.