In the blink of an eye, seven or eight days have passed since the thrilling night.
Along the way, there were waves of assassins, but Xiao Nanhui always felt that someone was secretly helping them to clean up, because the closer they got to Quecheng, the fewer assassins there were.
After entering Chizhou, the weather became hotter day by day. The road was covered with thick shade, and it already felt like summer.
Xiao Nanhui wasn't used to riding in a carriage, especially after a long time, which caused her back and waist to ache. She begged Shrike to give her Jixiang as her ride instead, but Shrike, a treacherous man, wouldn't let her ride in the same carriage with that "Buddha" and refused cruelly without giving her any leeway.
Xiao Nanhui could only endure it like this, and after enduring for a while, he was almost at the border of Quecheng.
This was much faster than Xiao Nanhui had expected. She and Shrike had ridden their horses at top speed on their way there, and they hadn't encountered any ambushes or pursuits, nor had they seen the carriage go much faster than this one.
Xiao Nanhui, who had spent his childhood among horsemen, immediately sensed that the two horses pulling the cart were no ordinary beasts. Though they appeared unassuming, their stamina, endurance, speed, and even their ability to judge the road surface were unmatched by ordinary horses. Using them to pull the cart was a complete waste of natural talent.
But Xiao Nanhui had never seen this kind of horse before, and he thought it might not be bred in Chizhou.
She had secretly pulled the horse's ears and rump, even secretly lifted its hoof to look at the horseshoe, but she didn't see any markings. It was normal for nobles and officials in the imperial city to have a few fine horses, but the best horses had always been in the hands of those who fought in the war.
When did the Prime Minister's Mansion become so particular about horses? Xiao Nanhui felt a little confused.
The sound of flowing water could be heard faintly outside the car window. It was not as deafening as the dark river, but it was gurgling and making crisp sounds.
Xiao Nanhui jumped out of the car, knowing that this place was not far from Quecheng.
This stream flows down from Xiaoxi Mountain. In summer, many men, women, and children in the city come to this stream to cool off and go fishing.
Finally escaping the treacherous situation of Huozhou, Xiao Nanhui felt an indescribable joy at the sight of this familiar scenery. After replenishing his water supply here, he could rush to Quecheng in one go. If all went well, he might even be able to return before the city gates were closed.
Thinking of this, her steps became lighter. Seeing Ding Weixiang taking off the empty water bag, she took the initiative to step forward and wanted to take it to help fetch water. However, the other party seemed not to see her and walked away from her on his own.
Shrike was tickling Jixiang. Seeing this, he grumbled, "A grown man, yet so petty. He's quite similar to Old Man Xie in this respect."
In fact, Xiao Nanhui had noticed Ding Weixiang seemed somewhat dissatisfied with her even before they left Murhe. However, he had always acted impartially, so she hadn't bothered to ask any questions. But now, she couldn't stand it any longer.
She followed closely, following behind the other person like a ghost.
"Brother Ding, why are you giving me such a hard time? I don't think I've ever offended you."
Ding Weixiang kept walking, still with an expressionless face, imitating his master's deadpan expression perfectly.
"Really? Master Yao misunderstood."
Misunderstanding? That look clearly shows his dissatisfaction with me!
Xiao Nanhui took a deep breath and said, "Since Murhe, you've been glaring at me all the way here. Now we're almost there. If you're a man, let me die with understanding."
Ding Weixiang still hadn't mastered his master's "Faceless Divine Art." He suddenly stopped, threw the water bag into the stream, and looked at her seriously. "When we were at the Xiong family, the master had already predicted that the jade seal might be fake, but he still chose to save your life. You should be grateful."
Xiao Nanhui blinked, and it took him a while to realize how long ago that happened.
Huh? So it's because of this? But what's there to be angry about? Wait, he said Zhongli knew the seal was fake?
"How did he know the seal was fake?"
Ding Weixiang hesitated for a moment, then said vaguely, "Master, of course, knows. Don't interrupt me. In short, you should remember this life-saving favor."
Xiao Nanhui was somewhat speechless: "According to what you said, I risked my life to save him when we were crossing the rope bridge that night. He should remember my kindness."
Ding Weixiang's face turned red because of anger. This was the second time Xiao Nanhui saw this color on his face. It seemed that whenever his master was mentioned, this usually calm swordsman seemed to be unable to control himself.
Ding Weixiang seemed to be holding back some words, but after a moment's silence, he finally managed to squeeze out two words: "Forget it."
Then he turned away, squatted on the ground and started fetching water, as if he didn't intend to speak anymore.
Xiao Nanhui was left there, looking confused.
Could it be that she has been in the military camp for too long and can no longer understand the so-called social customs?
Xiao Nanhui kicked a smooth stone by the river. The stone flew out and floated on the surface of the stream for a few times before sinking to the bottom with a "gulp".
Not far away, Jixiang was digging a tree root. Xiao Nanhui walked up to it, picked a few mushrooms growing on the roots and threw them to it. Jixiang twisted his butt to lick the fresh mushrooms. Xiao Nanhui then discovered that there were several clumps of blackberries growing next to the tree, and they were ripe at this time.
She picked one and tasted it. For someone who hadn't tasted fresh fruits and vegetables for many days, the taste was really wonderful, so she picked up some more by lifting her skirt.
Shrike came back from somewhere and saw the situation. The bandits came up and robbed them. It was obviously not the first time that Xiao Nanhui encountered such a vicious group. He reacted quickly and jumped several feet away in an instant.
"If you want to eat it, pick it yourself."
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