Standing firmly on the cliff platform and standing on a high place again, Mingyi didn't blush or breath; she raised her eyebrows and looked at the bottomless cliff, then turned to the Prince of Zhou.
"These two subordinates of yours are loyal to you."
"The two of them are people who have been with me since childhood. The bond they grew up with is so loyal." Prince Zhou said with a smile.
Mingyi nodded and looked at the two people who had climbed halfway up the mountain, "Your Majesty, these two of yours are pretty good at martial arts."
"My surname is Zhou, my given name is Ting, and my courtesy name is Chaosheng. Ms. Cheng is Chaosheng's savior, so she can be called Chaosheng."
"Where does the mist come from? It slowly becomes fuller. It always follows the night and the moon grows, leaning against the dawn and frost. It is infinite in the original, and it seems to be sentimental in the distance. The flowers of things come here, and the empty water grows forever." Mingyi remembered this poem. , and read out casually, "Good word."
Zhou Ting looked at her with a smile on her lips, "Ms. Cheng has a great literary talent and her family must be in a good financial situation. Why did she come out to seek a way out?"
"I come from a farming and reading family. My father has some fame. My brothers and sisters are literate like my father, but they are not talented in literature."
Zhou Ting smiled slightly and was noncommittal about what she said; someone who could speak this poem was definitely not a literate person.
"Why is the prince smiling?" Mingyi asked, raising her eyelids.
"Ms. Cheng is too modest." Zhou Ting deliberately guided her to speak more, and then said: "I just said that you can call me Chaosheng, but you don't want to?"
Mingyi is used to it. This person is always different when facing her, whether he has memory or not.
"Shisheng."
The corners of Zhou Ting's lips raised slightly, revealing joy, "How about Chaosheng calling you Mingyi?"
"Can."
"Mingyi, you came out from your hometown to find a way out. Is the journey going smoothly?" Zhou Ting asked softly. He subconsciously wanted to know more about her, and more.
Mingyi nodded, "It's going quite smoothly. There are many people in the clan, so those who make decisions have to weigh them carefully. There are many wise old people in our clan. As long as these old people are here, danger will always be averted."
There was connivance in Zhou Ting's eyes, and he was very grateful for her trust, and a sweet feeling came from the bottom of his heart.
"Fortunately, everything went well for you. My mother and I also encountered many refugees on the road. Many of their men were expropriated, leaving only the old, weak, women and children. Most of the remaining people were oppressed or even targets of human trafficking. "
"There is such a thing, and I have encountered quite a few."
They chatted, one deliberately guiding and the other tolerant to the other, until the two secret guards successfully climbed up the cliff.
The two's Qinggong was pretty good, but they couldn't do it like Mingyi, who was as light as a swallow and as light as a giant. They could only use their Qinggong to climb up the cliff. Fortunately, they came up without any accidents. soon.
"Your Majesty, Mrs. Cheng."
"Let's go." Mingyi turned around and left.
Zhou Ting followed closely, and two secret guards followed him with smiles. He walked slowly on the way back, and by the time he reached the place, it was already noon.
Looking at the Cheng family stationed in front of them from a distance, Zhou Ting's eyes flashed; the mental state of these people was considered good, and they were very different from the refugees he had seen before.
"Your people are doing well."
"Yes." Mingyi did not deny this and admitted it openly, "The men in our clan will go into the mountains from time to time to look for game and edible ingredients. If you are lucky, you will find a lot of food to fill your stomach."
Zhou Ting understood that even so, he admired the Cheng family.
Being able to find a way out, going into the mountains to look for food, and often being able to find food shows that there are smart people in the tribe; people with brains are at the helm, and people with courage go into the mountains to look for food, which shows that they have some courage.
Recalling the refugees I saw earlier, it’s not that no one went into the mountains, but nothing was gained; everything they could find had been found by others. They wanted to go into the mountains but didn’t dare to go in. Many opportunities to find food were missed due to hesitation.
Mingyi looked up at him and said, "Stay far away and remember to promise me food."
"I will never forget that Mingyi went back and asked the elders in the family if they would go to the northwest with me; there is no drought in the northwest, and except for the invasion of foreign tribes, it is relatively stable."
He expected Mingyi to go with him.
Mingyi didn't guarantee it, just because she knew her elders might not agree.
The prince who was rescued by her could not be relied upon by the Cheng family, but also by hundreds of people in the Cheng family.
Watching Mingyi walking towards the Cheng family step by step, his physical and mental energy suddenly changed; the weakness from the bottom of his body emerged, causing him to tremble hastily.
"Your Majesty?"
"Your Majesty!"
An Yi and An Wu hurriedly stretched out their hands to support them, and asked worriedly: "Master, your health cannot be delayed any longer. Why don't we go down the mountain first? The princess is still waiting for you in Fucheng. When we get to Fucheng, we will find a doctor to give you a good look." .”
"No need." Zhou Ting held his forehead, which was experiencing slight pain, and categorically rejected, "My mother and concubine are safe in Fucheng. You go find some game to roast first."
Thinking of pushing people away slowly, An Yi was not easy to fool, "Master, otherwise, let's go find Mrs. Cheng, so that you can have a place to lie down."
"Go hunting."
Zhou Ting said in a deep voice.
An Yi winked at An Wu, and An Wu said sincerely: "Master, I will go hunting and let An Yi take care of you."
Zhou Ting nodded, leaned against the nearby tree trunk, and sat under the tree. Feeling the weakness coming from his bones, it was the first time he hated the person who poisoned him so much. He wanted to stay with Mrs. Cheng for a while longer. cannot.
"My lord, please rest for a while while I go down to collect firewood. If I don't go far, please call me if you need anything."
"Go ahead."
An Wu and An Yi walked away one after another. Zhou Ting endured the dizziness and discomfort, opened his eyes and glanced at An Yi not far away. He turned his eyes to the Cheng clan, and Ming Yi had returned to the clan.
"Mom and Dad, I'm back."
Mingyi's steps are light and she walks calmly and calmly.
Cheng Yuanxi, Chen Daya, and Cheng Mingli gathered around him, "Where have you been? You went out early in the morning and you just came back now. Fortunately, you were in time for the meal, otherwise mother wouldn't have left any meal for you."
Cheng Mingli looked anxious, but it was difficult to interrupt when the elders were asking questions.
"Okay, the kid has sense. He's back!" Cheng Yuanxi advised from the side, "Okay, wash your hands and come over for dinner."
Mingyi smiled at her parents and was led by her brother to wash her hands.
Cheng Mingli took the water bag and went to the side to wash his hands and asked, "Sister, where have you been?"
"I went for a walk in the mountains. Brother, you know my skills, nothing will happen to me." Mingyi said with a smile, shook off the water drops on her hands, and then said: "Let's go, let's go eat."
"You." Cheng Mingli reluctantly picked up the water bag and followed her to the rebuilt dining table.
Luo Cuihua shared the rice and ate and drank quietly.
Cheng Mingyue finished the rice in the bowl, looked at Mingyi, and then took a look at her own territory, "Cousin Mingyi, where is the game you brought?"
