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The previous chapter has been revised

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Although discussing a matter of life and death, Xiao Jinglin remained calm. "...My first warhorse, Snow Eagle, was one I raised myself, and it was also eaten. Even a warhorse I considered a comrade could be eaten like this, let alone a camel. A single camel can keep a well-trained team of twenty or so men fighting for four or five days. Four or five days is enough to sustain them until reinforcements arrive."

Listening to Xiao Jinglin's words, Ren Yaoqi couldn't help but become curious about her experiences over the years. Xiao Jinglin was only two or three years older than she was now, but when she talked about these things, she seemed calm and vicissitudes of life, which was very inconsistent with her young and beautiful face.

Xiao Jinglin noticed that Ren Yaoqi was looking at her seriously, and she couldn't help but pause: "Sorry, you may not like to hear this from me."

Ren Yaoqi smiled and said, "How could that be? No one has ever challenged me to a battle. I find it very novel."

Xiao Jinglin shook his head seriously: "Since ancient times, few have ever returned from battle. The battlefield has always been cruel."

Seeing a heavy expression on Xiao Jinglin's delicate face, Ren Yaoqi smiled and changed the subject: "Have you ever learned martial arts? Last time at the White Dragon Temple, you threw the Fortune Bell with great accuracy. Whenever I went to the temple to burn incense, my mother would ask me to throw a few coins, but I never won."

Xiao Jinglin nodded when he heard this: "Yes, I started learning horseback archery and close combat skills from Uncle Yuchi when I was three years old."

"Three years old?" Ren Yaoqi was slightly surprised. That was the age when one just learned to run and jump?

"Very bitter?"

"Bitter?" Xiao Jinglin's eyes were filled with surprise, as if she had never thought about this question before. She subconsciously stretched out her right hand and looked down at her palm.

Ren Yaoqi also looked down at her palm, only to discover that her right hand, which should have been slender and soft, had more distinct joints than an average woman's, and thick calluses on her palm and fingers. Xiao Jinglin's hands were clearly rougher than an average woman's.

Xiao Jinglin slowly clenched his palms, then raised his head again, his eyes calm, but he shook his head: "It's not bitter."

Ren Yaoqi suddenly didn't know how to respond to this sentence.

The carriage was silent for a moment until Xiao Jinglin took the initiative to ask, "How about you? How did you spend your time?"

Ren Yaoqi was silent for a while before saying, "I write, draw, and read every day."

She was silent not because she couldn't answer, but because she couldn't remember some of the things that happened in her life. However, it should be nothing more than these things.

Xiao Jinglin was thoughtful after hearing this: "Why is it the same as Xiao Jingxi? No wonder you two can get along so well."

Ren Yaoqi: “…”

"Well, there's also needlework and quarreling with my sister." Ren Yaoqi added with a smile.

Xiao Jinglin was stunned. Frowning, she thought for a moment, "He definitely doesn't know how to sew, and quarreling..." Xiao Jinglin shook her head.

"Are you not getting along with your sister?" Xiao Jinglin asked.

This question made Ren Yaoqi think for a moment: "Maybe I'm jealous that she is more favored by my mother than me."

Xiao Jinglin nodded as a matter of course: "I see. Xiao Jingxi is more favored by the elders than me, but I won't beat him for this reason."

Ren Yaoqi: “…”

At this moment, Dongsheng, the driver, called out. The carriage came to a steady stop. Xiao Jinglin lifted the curtain and peeked out. Ren Yaoqi's gaze was also cast towards the outside of the carriage.