These past few days, Xingxing has seemed a bit melancholy. Every evening, she would stop somewhere and the five brothers Fu would be busy gathering firewood and starting a fire. Several of the senior brothers would also be busy with their own tasks, such as finding water or checking the surroundings.
Only Xingxing always stood with her hands behind her back in the open space, her little face at a 45-degree angle gazing at the sunset, sighing from time to time. Zhu Lin found it both funny and heartbreaking, and stood not far away watching over her.
The girl was almost done being melancholy, so she beckoned the boy over. When he obediently walked up to her, she pulled him to sit down on the grass nearby, so she wouldn't have to look up at him anymore.
“These past few days I’ve been dreaming about things from the past. I’ve remembered some of them, the scenes in my dreams. I can roughly recall them all, but the tokens I was wearing have all been taken away by Prince Gong’s men. Now I’m all alone, and it will be difficult to prove my identity.”
The little girl shook her head with an air of maturity, her delicate, pink face somehow conveying a sense of world-weariness.
The boy remained silent, knowing that at this moment she needed a listener, not someone to give her advice.
Xingxing paused for a moment and continued, "When we were in Quanshui Prefecture, Governor Zhu said that the person also had a birthmark on his back that looked like a small horn, and two red moles on the soles of his feet. What a coincidence!"
“Of course it’s not that coincidental. That person must have used a special method to deliberately print it on. A fake is a fake, and it will always show its flaws. Leave this to me, and I will definitely help you handle all the troubles.” The young man said solemnly.
In her past life, the little girl had the mark of dragon horns on her back and two red moles on the soles of her feet. These were the marks of her being a dragon girl, and they would never disappear no matter how many times she was reincarnated.
"Brother Phosphorus, why are you so good to me? You said we've known each other for a long, long time, right? How long ago was that?" Xingxing has been thinking about this question for the past few days, but she has no clue about it.
"Don't deliberately search for answers. If one day you suddenly remember, it means that fate wants you to remember everything. If you can't remember, it means that the past is over and doesn't matter. What matters is the future." The important thing is that I have found you.
Xingxing's mind went blank for a moment. Zhu Lin's words were too profound, and she couldn't understand them. Oh well, let the smart people think about these annoying things.
The clever Zhu Lin: "?"
The weather was getting colder. To be precise, after traveling for more than twenty days, they had entered the northern territory. The north wind was howling, snowflakes were falling, and the cold was biting. Everyone was wrapped tightly in cotton-padded clothes, and even those in the carriages were wrapped in cotton quilts.
On the way, Zhu Qiuyu bought some charcoal, and each carriage could be used to light a charcoal fire for warmth.
"Mother is so thoughtful, preparing so many quilts before we set off. They're coming in handy now." Xingxing had a quilt under her, another quilt over her body, and even her head was covered, leaving only her fair little face showing.
"Fairy Mist Island is still the best. It's not this cold in winter. I can't remember it ever snowing." Zhu Qingruo was also shivering, wrapped in a quilt.
"Junior Sister, don't be lazy. Take off the blanket and circulate your internal energy so you won't be cold," Zhu Changge said with a smile, poking her forehead.
Zhu Qingruo quickly shook her head, "No, I want to experience what it's like to be a pampered young lady, that soft, helpless, and pitiful little spoiled brat. It would be even more perfect if I had two maids to serve me closely."
"So, Senior Sister's dream is to become a young lady from a wealthy family?" Xingxing blinked her big, watery eyes and stared at her intently.
Zhu Qingruo touched the tip of her nose, somewhat embarrassed, and said, "No, it's just a casual act. I've seen young ladies from wealthy families traveling by carriage before, with people surrounding them like this, walking gracefully and very politely."
But I couldn't stand living like that. It's much better to be free and unrestrained, where I can walk however I want and no one will tell me what to do, and I can shout as loud as I want without anyone saying anything.
"That's not necessarily true. Since you're with us all day, no one will say anything about you. But if you hang out with the young ladies from those aristocratic families, they'll definitely start talking badly about you." Zhu Changge glanced at her, her expression clearly saying that she was too naive.
"I'm not friends with them, and I'll never have the chance to get together with them. Besides, even if that day comes, do you think I'm afraid of them?" Zhu Qingruo raised her chin, looking rather arrogant.
Xingxing nodded her little head. "Yes, what Senior Sister said is right. If anyone dares to cause you trouble, don't be polite to them. Let them know how powerful you are."
The group inside the carriage were chatting happily when they suddenly heard the sound of weapons clashing in the distance. The boy who had been pretending to be asleep with his eyes closed suddenly opened his eyes, but he did not make any move, only remaining on guard.
Inside another carriage, five brothers were huddled under the quilt, half asleep, when they were suddenly awakened by the sounds of fighting. In particular, Zhou Erfu and Zhou Sifu's eyes lit up, and they got excited.
"What happened?" Zhou Erfu was no longer cold or sleepy, so he lifted the curtain and peeked out to see.
Zhu Yueran was driving the carriage. He glanced at Zhou Erfu indifferently. Zhou Erfu chuckled awkwardly, but he was thick-skinned. After spending a long time with his masters, he had gradually gone from being afraid of them to no longer being afraid of them.
Zhu Qiuyu drove the carriage, while only Zhu Xichen and Zhu Chumo rode horses. Upon hearing the commotion, Zhu Xichen leaped off his horse and swiftly flew towards the sound of fighting.
Before long, he returned gracefully, landing steadily on his horse. His voice, carrying a chilling tone, uttered, "A group of bandits are robbing three carriages. The owners of the carriages must be of high status, as they have thirty guards alone."
"So what's the situation now?" Zhu Qiuyu glanced at him, signaling him to be straightforward and stop keeping her in suspense.
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