Chapter 20 Chapter 20 Searching for the Envoy’s traces.
Disguise? He found out?
No, it was impossible. How could he possibly know about his past life, unless he had lived it all over again like herself? But God wouldn't favor two people at once. Zhang Jingxian had speculated more than once about the price she would have to pay in the future.
The Xie Yun in front of him was just Xie Yun, he had not been reborn.
"I really don't want to learn from my husband." She calmed down a little and glanced at him cautiously.
"Oh? Ah Xian, give me a reasonable explanation. Think it over carefully." As soon as she finished speaking, Xie Yun immediately pressed her, but his gentle tone did not sound angry. Instead, it sounded like he was expecting an interesting answer.
Unfortunately, Zhang Jingxian's answer was dry and boring.
"The busy farming season is approaching, and I don't have any free time. Besides, I'm used to my current life."
From the moment she opened her eyes and came back to life, she imagined a future in which Xie Yun would never appear again.
"But my dear, you don't belong here. Once your injuries heal, you must leave..."
"Every morning, half an hour after breakfast, Ah Xian, remember this, you need to learn twelve words." Xie Yun tilted his head slightly, revealing a gentle smile under the dim candlelight.
He interrupted her as if he hadn't heard her explanation just now, or even if he had, he didn't care.
Zhang Jingxian paused for a moment, then stood up suddenly, holding her breath. "I already said I don't want to learn!"
It was rare to see this peasant girl lose her temper. Xie Yun's smile deepened, but her tone was somewhat arrogant and mocking. She said slowly, "Unless Ah Xian is willing to become a fool."
Being fooled, trapped in a narrow world, knowing only hunger in the stomach, living like a mayfly, the short life is sad and ridiculous.
"Fools..." Zhang Jingxian remembered the argument with him on the hillside and was speechless for a moment.
She knew she couldn't argue with him, so she turned her head away and walked out in silence.
"Starting tomorrow, don't be lazy."
The moment she turned around, Xie Yun felt a sense of joy in his chest, his thin lips curled up, and his eyes followed her, stopping and then moving away.
He likes it this way, controlling and quietly possessing his prey, leaving his own mark on it.
For an ordinary farm girl, Xie Qillang's personal teaching can be said to be a fortune that is priceless.
Although, Zhang Jingxian just wanted to stay away.
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Under the same night sky, Zhang Shuanghu and five villagers were walking on the city road dozens of miles away from Xishan Village, with solemn expressions.
After several days of running around, each of them was exhausted both physically and mentally, wishing they could grow a pair of wings and fly directly back home.
However, they failed to bring back good news that would satisfy the villagers.
As he was thinking about it, a younger man wiped away his tears. His brother was among the thirteen people who were conscripted. How would he explain to his parents when he returned?
"Achuan, stop crying, or your crying will attract wild animals." One of Liu Chuan's cousins patted his shoulder with a sad expression.
After inquiring from many sources, the result was... Alas, it made one's heart hang in the balance, unable to go up or down.
"It's getting late and we're all tired. Let's stop and rest." Zhang Shuanghu felt even worse, but as the backbone of the six people, he remained calm. He took the initiative to stop everyone and found an open space to rest.
The men divided the work clearly: fetching water, gathering wood, lighting the fire, and setting up the stove. Soon they had a jar of meat soup ready. They ate their evening meal in silence, accompanied by wheat cakes that had been roasted over the fire.
"No news is better than those villages in Wangpo, where almost half the people died." The oldest man hammered his leg and broke the silence first.
His tone was filled with sighs, and his face was full of the vicissitudes of life he had seen.
After hearing what he said, Liu Chuan wiped away his tears again, worried about his brother.
The situation in the villages of Wangpo was really miserable. In one family, only an old woman and a young child were left.
A person's life was exchanged for a few pieces of silk and a few bushels of millet and wheat, and his body was buried in a foreign land, where it might be dug out and eaten by wild dogs.
Liu Chuan kept sobbing, which made people feel annoyed and heartbroken.
"Regardless, what the nobleman said is correct. There is indeed compensation money and food. Although it is impossible that the people from our four villages, Dongshan Village, Xiaoyang Village, and Pingma Village, who were confiscated, did not suffer any casualties, no news is the best news. Perhaps when we return, we can ask the nobleman about the specific situation, and he will tell us the answer."
Zhang Shuanghu spoke out to comfort everyone and placed his hopes on the noble man rescued by his niece.
There was no way. They were just common people, and it took a lot of effort for them to find out that Wuyang County's conscription was divided into three batches.
Now, there are definite casualties among the first and second groups of people, but the third group, which includes the people from Xishan Village, seems to have been forgotten, with no news at all.
"Yes, that nobleman has an extraordinary background and must know the inside story. I think his conversation may be that of someone from a royal family." Zheng Fu gritted his teeth. If his ancestors had not fallen into poverty, how could he not know whether his son was alive or dead?
The army never recruits people from aristocratic families! Even the humblest of families have the opportunity to choose. The common people, only the common people, are like pigs, dogs, cattle, and horses, being driven, whipped, and exploited to the utmost!
"Fu, be quiet." Zhang Shuanghu suddenly stood up and looked in one direction with squinted eyes. After years of hunting, his hearing and vision were more sensitive than others.
"If you hear the sound of horse hooves coming this way, remember, no one is allowed to speak."
They couldn't afford to offend people who were qualified to ride horses, but at the same time, they had to be more careful.
The men looked at each other and tightened their grip on the spears they carried.
Zhang Shuanghu was carrying a large bow on his back, staring vigilantly at the dusty area. In just a few breaths, a group of more than twenty people appeared in their sight.
Upon noticing their presence, a man in a scholar's robe ordered everyone to stop and also find an open space to rest.
From beginning to end, the man only glanced at Zhang Shuanghu and the big bow behind him, and he didn't even give a glance to others such as Zheng Fu and Liu Chuan.
"They are just some country folk, don't bother with them."
The man in the literary robe and the strong and fierce warriors behind him set out from Changling County. Their real destination was Nan County. They were just passing through Wuling County on horseback, so they acted in a low-key manner.
The two sides were separated by an official road, and they lived in peace from late night to dawn.
But just before departure, a small incident occurred: a lone wolf appeared from nowhere and set its sights on the horse that the man in the robe was riding.
However, when the wolf pounced on the horse without warning, an arrow pierced its throat.
The man in the scholar's robe looked up, a hint of admiration on his face. "What a skilled archer, you are! I wonder where you are from?"
"Thank you for your kind words, sir. We are from Wuyang County." Zhang Shuanghu nodded slightly, pulled out the arrow, and invited the villagers to leave together.
"Wuyang County, I heard that most of Yangshan is within its territory." The man in the scholar's robe held a feather fan, shook it gently, and looked thoughtful.
The secret news indicated that the envoy had been attacked and disappeared in Nanjun. He had seen the map and remembered that Nanjun and Wuling County were connected by the Yangshan Mountain Range.
"Pass on my order. Xie will lead ten men to stay behind and search for the envoy in Wuyang County."
"Yes, Mr. Gongcheng."
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The background of this article is imaginary, but it is roughly modeled after the Wei and Jin Dynasties. The red envelope of the previous chapter has been sent ~ it will be delayed ~
This chapter also drops red envelopes~
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