Qu Yunmie's contempt for He Tingzhi was already revealed on his face, and He Tingzhi could naturally see it, but he did not try to provoke Qu Yunmie and just stayed among his own people.
As for how he behaved in front of the leaders of other forces, Qu Yunmie couldn't see it.
Seeing these nobles go out to fight and still want to eat fine food, Qu Yunmie wanted to walk over and kick over the copper pot, but after a long silence, he held back and just told Dongfang Jin, who was also chewing dry food, "Go check on Mr. Yu and the others. If the food is too hard to swallow, cook some hot rice for them."
Dongfang Jin blinked, sighed, and ran away, but not long after, he came back and sat down again.
"No, Your Majesty. General Yu brought broth to Mr. Yu this morning, and Mr. Yu shared the broth with the other two gentlemen. They are eating now."
Qu Yunmie: “…”
Silently biting the dry and hard jerky, he couldn't help but think that if Xiao Rong hadn't been drunk last night, he would definitely be able to drink the broth today.
But compared with that dance, he wouldn't trade it for anything, let alone broth or even fine liquor.
I wonder if Xiao Rong noticed that his sword had been sharpened.
He must have discovered it, right? Ha, let's see how he can dance for others now.
If he still insisted on dancing after all this, Qu Yunmie sincerely hoped that he would not be able to control his strength while dancing and would stab to death with one sword the person who dared to watch him dance.
Just thinking about that scene, Qu Yunmie felt proud. …
Qu Yunmie thought that he was not the first person in the world who had seen Xiao Rong dance.
Because Xiao Rong said that day that he practiced this dance for four months, and he had a teacher and a dean, but he was not able to show this dance to anyone other than his teacher, which was a regret he always had in his heart. Since Xiao Rong finished his study tour, he has been chasing himself, that is to say, when he practiced this dance, he didn't know himself, and he didn't practice it for himself, he practiced it for others.
For some unknown reason, he was unable to dance for the people he wanted to see. So, on the eve of his departure, he danced for himself.
"Pozhen Music", just by listening to the name you can tell that the person who was originally able to feast his eyes was most likely a general.
Who is it? Does he know him? Is he in Nanyong or north of the Huai River? Could he be a foreigner?
What kind of results can be obtained by random guessing? Qu Yunmie always feels impatient when it comes to things that require frequent brainstorming. Moreover, that is all in the past. No matter who Xiao Rong is, he is his man now. No matter who he trained for, in the end, he jumped for himself, and only for himself. ... Unless he can take out a second Chilong Sword.
This method of spiritual victory was sometimes effective and sometimes not. Sometimes Qu Yunmie was convinced and stopped thinking about it, but sometimes, especially when he had nothing to do like now, he would think about it again and feel a strong sense of unwillingness.
But this is wrong, he thought so, because he is not a greedy person. He has many shortcomings, but he has never been infected with the greed that only princes and nobles have. Xiao Rong is also very good to him. He really shouldn't go against his wishes because of such a small matter, and still feel unhappy in his heart for something he didn't do wrong.
Qu Yunmie: “…”
Forget it, let’s not think about it anymore, it’s already been done, what else can I do about it.
In the afternoon, Agusega and others moved to the palace with large and small bags.
There were about 800 people in the Buteu tribe, 600 of whom set out with the group, 500 of whom were warriors, and the remaining 100 were in logistics or as military doctors.
Finally, some of the two hundred people stayed behind to defend Chenliu, and the others were those who were not suitable for going to the battlefield, such as the old, the weak, the sick, the disabled, the pregnant, etc. Because the army had left, the mountains outside were not as safe as before. Although it was not yet the point of clearing the countryside, the notice board had reminded the people many days ago that after the army left, the bandits might come back, so everyone must close the doors and windows of their homes and not go out unless necessary.
The rest of the Butewu people lived in the city, while Agusega and Danran lived in the palace. Firstly, Gao Xunzhi insisted on this, after all, they were relatives of Qu Yunmie, and secondly, Agusega also agreed. She had read a lot of medical books recently, and the only thing missing was clinical practice. …
Xiao Rong didn't know that Agusega had been staring at him. He was trying hard to keep his eyes straight, but he couldn't help but secretly glance at the woman behind Agusega.
The other person was wearing the most ordinary linen clothes, without any makeup on her body. Even her hair was roughly tied up with a wooden hairpin. Some of her hair was falling down, and her hair was dry and frizzy. It was obvious that she was malnourished. But this was not the first thing Xiao Rong noticed. The first thing he noticed was that this woman actually had white hair.
And there is a lot of it, along her hairline, even the small amount of white mixed in with the black is extremely conspicuous.
But Agusega doesn’t have any white hair yet. This woman is only 27 years old this year. How, how could she become so old?
The effects of premature graying of hair are completely different from those of acquired graying of hair. A person with premature graying of hair can still look very young even if he has a head full of white hair. But this woman is not like that. Even if you don't look at her hair, she gives people the feeling that she is in her thirties or forties.
Even though she was so old, this woman was still very beautiful, with the kind of gentle beauty that a girl from the south of the Yangtze River would have. However, Qu Yunmie said that she was from the north and her family had once been fairly well-off, with her father being an official. Later, an accident happened at home, and refugees broke into her home, so she became a beggar begging for food on the street.
The four words "ups and downs" are fully reflected in this woman. No wonder she has become what she is now.
Agusega looked at the woman behind him, then spoke for her, "This is Sang Yan, Danran's mother."
When Sang Yan heard Agusega calling her name, her expression did not change at all. She kept her head down and did not look at anyone.
Generally speaking, people would call such a woman Madam Qu. If she is of lower status, she can be called Madam Sang. If she is a relative or a peer, there is nothing wrong with calling her Mrs. Sang.
But Sang Yan has always lived among the Butewu people, and they all call her A Yan. Apart from the Butewu people, ordinary people can't see her, so there is no need to worry about the issue of address.
This made Xiao Rong very distressed. How should he address this person? He did not dare to call her Madam Qu, for fear of irritating her.
But he soon realized that he was overthinking. After being stared at by a group of strangers for a while, Sang Yan couldn't help but began to rub her arms. When Agusega saw her like this, he immediately took her away.
Dan Ran also hurriedly chased after him, but before leaving she waved to Xiao Rong and Gao Xunzhi.
Gao Xunzhi also smiled and nodded. After their figures disappeared, he turned to Xiao Rong and said, "Ayan, she——"
Before he could finish his words, Xiao Rong took the initiative to say, "It's okay. The king has already told me that the palace is so big that we won't run into each other. When I go back, I will tell the maids at my grandmother's place to take good care of her and not to disturb the women."
Gao Xunzhi was very pleased. They both smiled and then looked at Song Suo who was next to Xiao Rong.
Song Shuo was daydreaming when suddenly four eyes were fixed on him. He couldn't help but ask, "Why are you looking at me?"
Xiao Rong: "You're not planning to go over there when no one's noticing—" Are you being shameless?
But Song Shuo misunderstood. He was so angry that he blew out two streams of air from his nostrils: "Who do you think I am? A flower thief! I would never do that!"
Xiao Rong raised his eyebrows: "Just asking, why are you in such a hurry?"
Song Shuo: “…”
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