Zhen Ying didn't follow at all, and shot reflexively.

The smell of deerskin and alcohol, who knows what the other party is going to do?

Zhen Ying's guns and fists and feet, studied under Fang Jinzhi, although Miss Fang was born in a famous family, but she was greedy at that time, and she only learned martial arts moves, so she couldn't help but be a little suspicious of fisting and embroidery legs.

Liu Ji is a famous teacher and professor, but the "famous teacher" taught a group of princes like sheep.

As you know, Wang Chongyang is the first in the world, one teaches seven, and he only teaches the group of wastes of the Quanzhen Sect, not to mention that the most important thing in the royal court is the prince.

The two of you have come and gone with me for more than ten tricks, and they are really rookies pecking each other, and there are contacts.

Zhen Ying struggled for a long time, and was finally pressed by the little prince's right hand to hold her two arms.

She didn't know what the other party meant, she just shook her head and didn't let the stinky skin cover her face.

Liu Ji couldn't do anything, so he had to straighten her face and say word by word: "Face, hide." ”

He explained to himself in his heart that a fool who looks like a mixed-race child is fine if he is in the south, but in the north, he will be looked down upon.

A stupid slave is actually nothing to be looked down upon.

Liu Ji simply doesn't like others to look at her.

Zhen Ying understood what he meant, but didn't understand why, and tried to pronounce the words correctly.

"Doesn't look good? Hide? ”

She was born beautifully, her skin was white and immaculate, the bridge of her nose was high and straight, and her lips were flowery. A pair of eyes are big, like a fawn, and can see people's hearts.

The silly slave just drank tea without milk, and between his lips and teeth was the pure and cold fragrance of tea, which reminded Liu Ji of the Zhongzhou Jiangnan mentioned by the Da Yan clan, with endless rain and scattered rivers.

"Beautiful, hidden!"

Liu Jisheng was afraid that she would be taken by someone who didn't look at her, and she would have nowhere to cry when the time came.

Zhen Ying nodded, signaling that she understood, moved her sore wrist, and put on the ugly deerskin mask herself.

The deerskin is soft, and when it is attached to the face, it is like a face towel in the previous life, not only is it comfortable, but even the wind and snow unique to the north do not look so cold.

Seeing that she was wearing a mask, Liu Ji let out a sigh of relief.

The cousins of several big tribes always like to rob their own things, and he had a maid named Zhuoma before, who was robbed before he was matched.

Zhen Ying put on a mask, only revealing a pair of eyes, and from the young man's eyes, he saw the weak cry of the young wolf.

The cronies are all human spirits, and those who know know that it is the forbidden body of the third prince, and others are not even allowed to look at it. People who had never seen Zhen Ying before became more curious about the face under the mask because of all kinds of messages.

But this is Liu Ji's team, and the people around him, no matter what they do, others can't be ignored.

The team moved forward in silence.

Silence conserves stamina and reduces calorie loss.

Many people also followed Zhen Ying's example, making masks out of leather and covering them with black veil.

"The 'icebreaker' has been interrupted, and this year's wind and snow are not as good as before, and all ministries have suffered white disasters."

The snow outside the royal court was no bigger than the instep, it was not big, Liu Ji pushed aside the lighter layer of snow and saw the ice on the ground.

The sky is white, the earth is white, and everyone must cover their faces with a black cloth, and they must not look directly at the pure whiteness of the earth.

There are many herders who are blinded by snow.

"A glass of medicinal wine, an ox cart sent Jiang Yu away, and now they are reaping the consequences."

"Where's the silage of the royal court?"

"It won't last for April."

In the main tent, everyone was silent.

On the other side, the royal court.

It's already March. The 'icebreaker' was interrupted, and the wind and snow, which had stopped in February of previous years, were mourning for her daughter, who died young.

"Where's the third child?"

"The third prince has not returned."

"It's been a month late, the food of the Third Highness is definitely not enough, I heard that I met a horse bandit again, and now it seems that I am afraid that it will be more than lucky."

Blizzards crushed countless small tribes.

……

Liu Ji led the troops, in addition to marching every day, he also had to appease the displaced people, make fires and make food, and the team became more and more large and bloated

He helped clean up the collapsed tents, scraped the hides with a dagger, boiled the minced meat into soup, and distributed it with salt.

Grain must be carried, and if silage is available, it must also be opened and fed to cattle and sheep.

After all, in order to live in peace in the future, livestock must be left to breed.

There is no shortage of salt, and the caravan does not know how long it will take to meet it, and every household has the habit of storing salt.

It's just that there are too few medicinal herbs.

The rare medicinal materials unique to the north are all on the snow-capped mountains, and usually merchants come to buy them, and they have long been replaced with salt and tea.

Now that the snow is covering the mountain, even the Jindan monks dare not compete with the sky.

The only military doctor in the team is a mortal, and it is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice, so she is so anxious that her mouth is simmering.

Liu Ji is not a hard-hearted person, but he can't do anything except be uncomfortable.

There are a lot of iron ore in the north, but the smelting technology is in the hands of the big tribes and the royal court. It is also common for small and medium-sized tribes to share one or two iron pots.

Even if there are other iron tools, most of them are rusty and curled. Not to mention, it can't be used yet.

When the order was given to throw away the surplus iron tools, everyone cried.

Most of them were handed down from their ancestors, and in the past, when they fought in the North and Middle-earth, they were occasionally captured, and the army would maintain them uniformly.

Nowadays, the two countries are peaceful, and the iron is still the heirloom of every family.

The swords were stacked together and buried under the mountain rocks to make markings. examine

Ying carved the word "sword mound" on the mountain rock.

The herders' belongings were tied to the backs of cattle and sheep, and collapsed tents were made into sleighs.

Cows and sheep are more expensive than people, and they huddle together with children in the sleigh to keep warm.

Young Zhuang stood on the periphery of the team with his weapon in hand, guarding against the hungry wolves.

No matter how tired they were, the team only stopped where there were ruins or rocks.

Without firewood, they burned everything that could not be taken away, and the herdsmen were poor, and it was not easy to save a little belongings.

It's not just cattle and sheep that die, but people as well.

The elderly, the infirm, the women who have given birth.

The march consumed a lot of physical strength, and people constantly fell.

Zhen Ying saw with her own eyes that a man in wolf skin was holding the corpse of a woman and child, burying his face in it, and wailing loudly.

There was a thick crust of ice on the ground, which could not be broken by a hammer.

Someone carried the child's bruised body numbly forward, and finally dug a snow pit and put the child in it under the persuasion of everyone.

People stripped the dead of their clothes, leaving the living with a little more hope of survival.

Someone was sobbing in a low voice, and they didn't even dare to shed tears. A drop of hot tears has frozen on the cheeks.

Someone is asking, "O holy mountain, have you forsaken your people?" ”

Liu Ji watched all this silently.

The large tribes had fixed pastures and enough silage, and the initiators of all this did not receive much punishment.

Only small tribes have lost their cattle and sheep, their loved ones, and the water, pastures and felt tents on which they depend.

Some people resent the injustice of the heavens, but everyone knew that it was the people of the north who betrayed the holy mountain first.

On the day the "icebreaker" was interrupted, the crowd of onlookers did not stop.

"How could a hybrid of Han Chinese descent be chosen by the Snow Mountain?"

The number of tribute maidens was determined, and so was the candidacy of the saints.

Coincidentally, the two places point to the same person.