The only person who can catch up with Yin Nan is Sheng Qiang, who is sharper than a hunting dog.
The four Qiang people in this group all wore hats to protect themselves from the sun because of the hot weather. Their faces could not be seen clearly. They were bare-chested, with half-worn trousers. They wore hemp shoes on their bare feet, and their summer shirts were draped over their arms.
They are dressed the same as the coolies in Kuanzhou City, but their skin is darker and rougher, and it remains the same no matter how they are washed - the dry wind is like a knife, gouging ravines on their bodies, and the yellow sand follows these carvings, invaded their bodies.
The tallest person lifted his bamboo hat, revealing the look of an eagle looking at a wolf, and passed sharply across Wu Jin and the others.
He looked at Wu Jin, a scholar, whose undulating muscles were faintly visible under his long gown. He had some strength, but it was nothing to worry about.
Look at Mo Lingfeng, the yellow-haired girl.
Looking at Cheng Ting, he took a second look - Cheng Ting's eyes were full of anger and his whole body was tense.
But Cheng Ting didn't pay attention to his gaze. He squeezed his legs tightly and switched his left and right legs back and forth. He couldn't sit still and his abdomen was so swollen that he almost wanted to explode.
He was so anxious that he didn't know what these Qiang people wanted to do. They wanted to kill or behead them, but they didn't give them any pleasure.
He needs to pee!
The Qiang man finally looked at Yin Nan.
Yin Nan was dressed in a neat, narrow-sleeved riding uniform. He seemed to have no weapons, but in fact, there were murderous blades hidden on his head, sleeves, waist, and boots.
The tall man took a step towards Yin Nan and put his right hand under the sweater he was wearing. The shape of a short sword immediately appeared inside.
Wu Jin immediately pushed Cheng Ting beside him back.
Cheng Ting took a step back, quickly clamped his legs again, reached his mouth to Wu Jin's ear, and whispered: "Wu Jin, I can't hold it in anymore!"
Wu Jin held Mo Lingfeng firmly on his back and responded in a low voice: "Keep it up."
The Qiang people no longer paid attention to the three people huddled together, but looked at Yin Nan with confusion, wondering if she was excited.
Yin Nan was indeed excited, and the blood all over his body was agitated by it. His eyes and ears became extremely sensitive, and his tongue licked the corners of his mouth, as if he was about to have a feast.
She took one step forward, and then one step further. The soft sword at her waist had been drawn out a finger long, her eyes were shining, and she took the third step.
The man suddenly took a step back.
The Qiang people respect nature. They believe in incredible divine power and their own intuition when encountering danger. He sensed from Yin Nan the danger of losing both sides.
Yin Nan took another step forward, and the man took another step back, returned to the youngest boy in the team, and spoke a string of Qiang dialects quickly and urgently.
The young man took off his bamboo hat, took a step forward, and said in fluent Chinese: "Dear friends, our family is here to belong. We have no ill intentions. We will leave immediately."
After that, he imitated the manner of a scholar's salute and bowed his hands, which was unfamiliar and funny.
When he looked up, Mo Lingfeng opened his eyes, glanced at him, closed his eyes again, and yawned.
Yin Nan stepped back in disappointment.
The young man put on his bamboo hat again and returned to his elders. The tall man led them away towards Kuanzhou City.
After walking about ten steps, the young man suddenly looked back, threw a white stone from his hand, and said loudly: "Send it to you, beautiful little girl!"
The stone was extremely accurate and headed straight for Wu Jin. Yin Nan suddenly reached out and grabbed the stone in his hand.
The young man smiled and followed his family's footsteps, and soon disappeared. Mo Lingfeng turned his head, stretched out his hand lazily, took the stone from Yin Nan's hand, glanced at it, and threw it into the grass.
As soon as the Qiang people left, Cheng Ting immediately went out twenty or thirty steps like gunpowder, took off his pants and peeed, and after peeing into a long river, he felt relaxed.
He was relieved and walked back to Wu Jin: "Where are we going to eat? I'm treating you."
What happened just now, for him, has already been peeed out together with the urine.
Mo Lingfeng rubbed his eyes vigorously, jumped off Wu Jin's back, and replied to Cheng Ting: "Go to a place where there is lychee rock sugar water to eat."
Cheng Ting got on his horse and said, "Let's go to Yangbaifu. The newly opened main store has mutton buns and noodles, and there are many kinds of sugar water."
Mo Lingfeng also got on his horse: "Then let's go to Yang Baifu."
Neither of them took this matter to heart, but Wu Jin did.
There is no war and the seemingly peaceful border has actually been turbulent and not peaceful.
The four of them returned their horses and went back to the city together to have a good meal. Cheng Ting left first and continued to hang out with friends. Wu Jin decided to send Mo Lingfeng back home and inform Zhao Shiheng about his encounter with the Qiang people.
When we arrived at Mo Mansion, it was still early and the red sun had not yet set in the west.
Wu Jin stood outside the corner door. The word "Fu Tai" on the lintel was still clean despite the wind and rain. The two toads on the short stone pillars were so naive that they looked much more pleasing to the eye than Wang Jinghua.
Mo Lingfeng knocked on the door, and the concierge on duty quickly opened the door - the concierge used to be a bit popular, but today he was like a mud baby, with his head hanging down and not even daring to move his eyes too much.
"Wu Jin, come on!" Mo Lingfeng waved to Wu Jin.
Wu Jin noticed something was wrong with the concierge, and without having time to think about it, he stepped in and followed him.
The two of them walked straight into the back garden, then they both stopped and looked at Mo Qianlan, who was waiting in the garden.
Mo Qianlan was sitting on the swing, holding a thick hemp rope with both hands and his feet on the ground, swinging back and forth. The shadows of the trees tilted, making his face dim and bright. His face was already pale and gloomy. He looked increasingly uncertain and his expression was frightening.
The servants standing around with hands hanging down were all silent.
Zhao Shiheng sat on a stone pier aside and casually flipped through "The Legend of Gua Shuo".
Wu Jin quickly stepped forward and saluted: "Student has met Ambassador Mo Jiedu and Mr. Zhao."
Mo Qianlan waved her hand and motioned for him to roll aside. Wu Jin immediately folded his hands and folded his clothes, and respectfully retreated to Zhao Shiheng's side.
Mo Qianlan was sitting alone in the house, getting angrier and angrier as he thought about it. He was half-dead and mad with anger, so he simply waited in the garden for Mo Lingfeng's wild wind to blow back.
The wild wind blew back, and it brought Wu Jin with it.
This made him furious, with sour gas gushing out. He sat firmly on the swing, and asked Mo Lingfeng with a sullen face, "Where have you been?"
Mo Lingfeng replied confidently: "I went to the racecourse."
Full of energy and no guilt, she ran to Mo Qianlan and wanted to sit on the swing with him.
"Stand," Mo Qianlan suddenly shouted at her, "You are still reasonable, it's because I'm too spoiled to you! Do you know how dangerous it is out there!"
His scolding was truly a bolt from the blue. Not only did Mo Lingfeng's eyes widen, but even Zhao Shi was shocked.
Wu Jin stood aside and felt that there were dark clouds hanging over him - once, when he went to find Zhao Shiheng to return a book, he heard Zhao Shiheng ask Mo Qianlan what tree to plant. Mo Qianlan said to plant cherry trees and joked that his ancestors liked to eat them.
Mo Qianlan's ancestor was Mo Lingfeng, and he had never even touched her with a finger, let alone such harsh words.
Zhao Shiheng stood up immediately, worried that Mo Lingfeng was going to cry, and secretly touched his sleeves to see if he had any candy.
