Because they accidentally rescued a young daughter of the Southern Dynasty, they returned to the royal tent of the Yuwen tribe early that day.

With this little girl, who was still a little frightened and trembling, stayed outside for too long, and there was always a feeling of unbearable feeling.

The little girl obviously endured hardships a lot, and she was as thin as a kitten.

After bidding farewell to Yu Wenjia, Xie Zhao asked the servants in the king's tent to prepare some good porridge and milk and handed them to the hungry little girl.

Then under the devouring of the other party's marriage, he reached out for her and brushed the messy hair that fell down and blocked her eyes.

Because of the difference between men and women, and the fear that the little girl would be more uneasy when there were many people, Ling Or pulled Han Changsheng back to their camp early and did not follow up.

Leaving Xie Zhao alone, he led the little girl back to his tent to rest first.

The little girl's hair was already messed up like a bird's nest in the midst of the trouble.

The hair looks yellow and knotted, and there are even a few fleas crawling through.

But Xie Zhao didn't dislike it, she slowly and methodically took care of the mess as far as her eyes could see, and cleaned and refreshed her one by one.

The child had been hungry for a long time, and there was no stock in his abdomen, so it was inconvenient to take a bath immediately.

Otherwise, I'm afraid that I will be dizzy, and I will have to eat first before I speak.

Xie Zhao said softly: "Take your time, don't worry." ”

Perhaps it was because her voice was so gentle and kind, or perhaps because the child was already half-full and no longer so impatient, she finally slowed down her eating.

After she stopped gobbling up so much, the upbringing of the girls when they ate could already be faintly visible.

Xie Zhao frowned slightly.

She looked at the girl's subconsciously straight back and back, and the way she held the chopsticks.

This. It's not like a girl raised by a civilian family in Tianchen.

Seeing that the girl slowed down and put down the chopsticks when she was full, Xie Zhao spoke:

"Finished eating?"

The little girl clawed at the hem of her shabby skirt and replied in a whisper:

"Yes. Thank you hosts. ”

Xie Zhao paused slightly, and said with a smile: "Don't call me master, little sister."

I bought you just to help you get out of trouble, you are not a slave, but a free body. Since I'm older than you, why don't you call me Sister Zhao? ”

Seeing that the little girl seemed to be a little hesitant, Xie Zhao winked at her and whispered:

"Don't be afraid, my other two friends and I are not from the Northern Dynasty and will not hurt you."

The little girl hesitated and said:

"Sister Zhao."

Xie Zhao nodded with a smile, looked at her with encouragement in his eyes, and asked:

"What's your name?"

The girl said softly: "The little girl's name is Feng Ruonan. ”

Xie Zhao looked at her expression and speech order thoughtfully, and sighed softly.

"Looking at your speech and demeanor, I think you were also born in Tianchen's scholarly family, but it hurts you.

But living in the Northern Dynasty with his family, he accidentally encountered a mountain bandit and was killed by gangsters? ”

Feng Ruonan grabbed the hem of her skirt, was silent for a moment, and nodded slowly.

"All the loyal servants in Ruonan's family have died at the hands of mountain bandits.

The mountain bandits saw that I was a young woman from the Southern Dynasty who had not yet left the cabinet, so they never killed me and wanted to be used as a slave trade. ”

Xie Zhao bowed his head and asked again, "What about your parents and relatives?" Are you still there? ”

Feng Ruonan paused, shook his head slightly, and subconsciously bit his lower lip.

Xie Zhao was silent.

In fact, when she saw that the slave owner was alone in her hands, she was holding such a Southern Dynasty "goods", she vaguely guessed this ending in her heart.

Sure enough, the girl's relatives are gone, which is a bit difficult.

They came to the Northern Dynasty on this trip, and to put it bluntly, what they did was some work that was difficult to remember about life and death, so even Yu An'an was entrusted by her to Donglin City in advance.

Who would have thought that now that something happened suddenly, they couldn't see death without help, so they had no choice but to take the girl with them.

I just hope that everything goes well, otherwise if there are any waves in my life, it will affect this little girl.

I didn't think about it, but the next moment Xie Zhao heard Feng Ruonan whisper:

"Sister Zhao. Actually, in fact, my father had an old friend in Handyong in the Northern Dynasty.

I came to Handyong with my servants from the Southern Dynasty to join this uncle.

It's just that we didn't expect to encounter mountain bandits on the road and failed to arrive.

That uncle is the only person I can still run to in this world. ”

Xie Zhao was slightly stunned, and she glanced at the girl quietly.

Under what circumstances would a twelve- or thirteen-year-old girl have no relatives in the Southern Dynasties, and can only be taken by servants to a former friend of Handyong's father in the Northern Dynasties?

None other than that. After a sinner whose family members were executed or exiled?

However, in the past 100 years, the sentencing of the Southern Dynasty Tianchen has been relatively lenient, and the heaviest criminal law is probably only the three tribes of Yi.

Since this is the case, it doesn't make sense - if this little girl is a sinner, and the three clans confess her guilt, she is a weak woman, and she will definitely not be able to escape.

How could he be taken by the slaves of the family and fled all the way to the border of the Northern Dynasty?

Seeing Feng Ruonan's distracted appearance, it was obvious that he was hiding something.

However, Xie Zhao is now just an idle cloud and wild crane, and he is still too busy to take care of himself, but he has no leisure to explore the secrets of others.

So, she just smiled and said, "Miss Feng still has her old elders, so it's naturally good, and it's always much better than following us rough people."

In this way, we will find Miss Feng one day and personally send Miss Feng to your father's old friend's house, but I don't know where your uncle's family lives? ”

Feng Ruonan's eyes lit up and said, "Really? That, that couldn't be better!

My uncle was a friend of mine that my father made when he was young, and although he and I hadn't seen him for many years, the two of us had been in correspondence for many years.

When I encountered the bandits, the contents of the carriage were all plundered by the bandits, so I could only secretly hide a letter sent by my uncle to my father. ”

As she spoke, she was a little embarrassed and took out a crumpled brown paper letterhead from her bosom and handed it to Xie Zhao.

Xie Zhao frowned and took it, and read the handwriting on the cowhide letterhead at a glance.

The handwriting on the letter is rude, and it is the writing of Handyong of the Northern Dynasty.

However, since she was a child, she has learned all the languages of the four countries, so it is not difficult to read a letter.

The content on the letterhead was actually nothing special, just a homely greeting between ordinary friends.

The honorific title at the beginning is "Brother Promise Enlightenment".

At the check-in office, there is only one "brother to say goodbye".

Obviously, the word "exhaustion" is the name of Feng Ruonan's uncle from the Northern Dynasties.

The word "Nuo" refers to Feng Ruonan's father.

Xie Zhao hesitated for a moment, then turned his head and asked, "I think this person who is known as 'exhausted' is your uncle."

It's just that there is no specific information in the letter, which tribe he lives in Handyong, do you know? ”

Feng Ruonan nodded heavily, and said crisply: "Ruonan knows, I once heard my father mention that my uncle's name is 'Borjin', and he was born in the Borjin Department, a small tribe in the thirty-six tribes of Handyong.

However, he is now serving as the captain of Dongcheng in Guangling City, the imperial court of Handyong. ”

Xie Zhao breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this.

She leaned back slowly, resting her back on the back of her chair.

Captain Dongcheng?

This is a coincidence, the royal tent and tribe of the Yuwen Department are not far from Guangling City, but it does not take much effort.