She didn't know what the question meant. After a while, she nodded: "Yes."
"A native of Fanyang, Youzhou?"
The man continued to ask.
She hesitated and said, "Yes."
"The only daughter in the family? Do you make a living selling bean curds?"
She nodded, touched the clothes on her body, and found nothing strange. Her heart skipped a beat, and she said, "Yes..."
The man said again: "Untie the bag."
There was a slight rustling, and a tall and thick man stood in front of him. A sour smell of sweat and an indescribable pungent smell hit his face, and the bag couldn't stop it.
Her eyes suddenly became clear, and she squinted to see the man behind the crime.
An unfamiliar face came into view.
He is handsome and serious, with bright eyes under his eyebrows.
Next to the man with a clear and handsome face, sat a girl in moon-white plain clothes. The girl had a white flower on her temples, as if she was paying tribute to her relatives. Her expression was also bleak, and she was very indifferent to the man next to her.
She didn't know them.
Qing Fei's bag was also untied, and as soon as his tied hands were released, he knelt and crawled to her side, guarding her in front of her with fear and nervousness.
Like a chick protecting a hen.
Shen Yinxiao calmed down. The man in front of him was wearing iron armor and sitting at the top. Among the Jizhou Army, the one who could be so surrounded should be the current commander-in-chief of the Jizhou Army, Zhang Yao.
It is said that Zhang Yao was an orphan adopted by the Liu family in Jizhou since he was a child. He grew up with the Liu Min brothers and sisters. He usually matched the Liu Min and Liu Yu siblings, and always worked with Liu Min. Now that Liu Min has died, Zhang Yao has taken over, which has attracted great attention. Everyone was talking about it.
It is said that Zhang Yao pretended to be a modest gentleman, and he went to Chang'an for a period of time to work as a Yulin Lang. In fact, he was quite ambitious. He was unprepared by Liu Min, plotted against Liu Min, and usurped the military power of Youzhou.
The person next to him should be Liu Min's sister, Liu Yu.
Regardless of whether it is true or not, the Zhang Yao in front of him should not kill innocent people at will.
She said softly: "The general has also verified that I am a decent citizen. I wonder when the general will let me go back?"
Zhang Yao waved away the others, and more than half of the men in the tent who had been eyeing him with eagerness were reduced, and even the solemn atmosphere relaxed a lot.
"Do you know Xing Zhou?"
Zhang Yao suddenly spoke.
Shen Yinxiao paused.
This name had been buried in her heart for many years. When she suddenly mentioned it, she was stunned for a moment. Then, those memories emerged overwhelmingly, and finally turned into an imperceptible whimper and dissipated in her throat.
"I seem to...remember." She said with difficulty.
Liu Ju, who had been looking down at her, noticed something strange about her and looked up at her.
Zhang Yao turned his head to look at the girl next to him with a gentle expression, and stretched out his hand to tighten the cloak on her shoulders.
Liu Yan frowned slightly and turned sideways to avoid his hand.
Zhang Yao didn't take it seriously and still said to Shen Yinxiao, "You seem to remember?"
She hesitated and said, "It seems like I was my neighbor when I was young."
Zhang Yao's face was clear: "That's it."
He smiled heartily: "See your seat."
Suddenly, Shen Yinxiao and Qing Fei went from being prisoners to guests. She was holding hot tea and looking at the men and women on the table cautiously.
Zhang Yao was also observing her. Their eyes collided. Her hands trembled and she finally couldn't help but said, "Why does the general ask this?"
"I often hear Xing Zhou talking about you." Zhang Yao touched his chin, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and tilted his head to look at her.
Liu Yan turned her head and glanced at him, her eyes slightly cold, and then she looked away.
She flipped the teacup in her hand, and the hot tea splashed onto the tiger's mouth. The burning pain stabbed her heart and lungs. Qing Fei quickly took out the handkerchief, dipped it in cold water, and applied it on her red skin.
Liu Ju frowned. She had been silent and finally said, "Come here, go get some burn ointment."
"It's okay, no need to mobilize troops." Shen Yinxiao didn't want to trouble them.
"It won't be good if it leaves a scar." Liu Ju motioned for the servant to pass the ointment to her.
She smiled and thanked her.
She didn't know what expression to make when a familiar yet unfamiliar name came out of the mouth of another complete stranger.
"What a coincidence." He kept smiling as he watched Liu Ju giving orders. He seemed to be in a good mood. His eyes moved from Liu Ju's side face to the back of Shen Yinxiao's hot red hands, and finally to her woman's quilt. on the bun.
"A certain person once worked with Xingzhou in Chang'an for a while, and he was considered a good friend. When he was drunk, I often heard him mention Mrs. Shen."
"Is Madam Shen already married?" He smiled: "I'm afraid it's inappropriate for me to mention boating now."
Shen Yinxiao hesitated for a moment: "I'm not married, I just go out and pretend to be a woman, which is more convenient."
"That's it." Zhang Yao said, "That's right."
After a long time, Shen Yinxiao raised his face and looked at him: "May I ask the general, how did he mention my concubine?"
Zhang Yao looked at her meaningfully: "I can't remember clearly. I only vaguely remember that it was a friendship between teenagers and childhood sweethearts. He seemed to have almost killed someone for his wife, so he moved his family to Chang'an and finally became a feather." Lin Lang."
She shuddered and lowered her head.
Mr. Habayashi?
Brother Xingzhou is actually Mr. Habayashi now.
The corners of his mouth turned up uncontrollably.
She still remembered that when she was a child, her brother Xingzhou always said that he would be a high official or a general in the future, ride a horse and shoot arrows, and repel Hulu. He also said...
He also said that she should be the general's wife.
Her heart skipped a beat, and suddenly her heart was on fire, as if the boiling water was scalding not her hands, but her heart, which made her eyes sore inexplicably.
This memory was so far away that she thought she had forgotten it long ago. Unexpectedly, it suddenly surged up like a flood.
"Really?" She said with a smile, "That's good."
She finally couldn't help but ask: "I wonder if he can get married now. My parents often talk about him."
"Never."
She was slightly startled.
"Why did Madam Shen go to Bingzhou?" Zhang Yao looked into her eyes inquiringly, his eyes scrutinizing.
Her heart skipped a beat and she said sternly: "There are relatives from my mother's family in Bingzhou. My mother takes care of my father and can't leave. I haven't gone back to see him for several years, so this time, I asked me to visit on my behalf. "
"Nowadays, refugees are everywhere and bandits are causing chaos. Madam Shen is alone outside. I'm afraid it's inappropriate. Let's rest here for the night. Tomorrow, I will send someone to escort Madam to Bingzhou." He paused.
"If Madam Shen has anything to say to Xing Zhou, you can let me convey it to you. He and I are irreconcilable friends. Madam Shen can rest assured. If Madam Shen wants anything, you can also mention it to me."
Zhang Yao sent someone to send her and Qing Fei down to rest.
Before leaving, she was given pen, ink, paper and an inkstone, saying that she could write it down and hand it over when the time came.
During this period, Liu Ju also sent someone to deliver some things for women's homes.
Qing Fei didn't ask her what she wanted to write, but just helped her grind the ink.
She didn't know what to write, she just felt like everything was in a dream.
When Jiang Xingzhou left Youzhou, he told her to wait for him to come back and marry her, but after waiting for so many years, until Wei Cheng broke into her life, there was no longer a word from Jiang Xingzhou.
Now when I pick up my pen, what should I write?
Many times in the middle of the night, she recalled the way he protected her, and the fierce look on his face that night, almost tearing the bad guy to pieces and eating him. She thought to herself countless times, how could she not get any news for so many years? No more.
She thought about many possibilities: he forgot, faded away, settled in a new place, had new people around him, or even died.
The only thing I didn't expect was that he was not married yet, and he even mentioned the youthful relationship to his friends, which was not a vow of love.
After all, it was because of her that he got into a lawsuit and went to Chang'an.
"Madam, the ink is dripping." Qing Fei reminded in a low voice.
A drop of ink dripped from the tip of the pen and landed on the rice paper with a "pop" sound.
She finally put pen to paper, asked him about his current situation that was not painful or unpleasant, picked out some good ones, talked about her family affairs, folded it, stuffed it into an envelope, and handed it to Zhang Yao's bodyguard the next day.
Zhang Yao sent someone to take her to Bingzhou along the foot of the mountain. According to her request, because the bandits had robbed property and she was now penniless and without dry food, he gave her some money and newly baked cooking cakes.
The people from Jizhou saw them off for a while and then went back. She took Qing Fei and returned along the road. According to the route on the map, she found the path into the mountain.
The stream was gurgling and the shrubs were lush. She held Qing Fei's hand and walked hard on the gravel step by step.
"who!"
A sharp shout came, and a group of men and horses stood on the cliff diagonally above, wearing armor and masks with green faces and fangs on their faces, looking down at the two startled girls with a murderous look.
Under the mask, Yu Shan clicked twice, squinted his eyes, and glanced across the face of the leading woman.
The sudden appearance of the two women did not pose any threat to them. On the contrary, they added a little more fun to the boring days.
Glancing at the woman's face with interest.
It looks familiar, but not important.
What matters is the way the leading woman holds her head high.
He bumped Sheng Cong's arm beside him with his elbow and whispered: "That girl's breasts are really big. She must be a widow who has given birth. If the man is not dead, why did he come to the door by himself in the mountains?"
