Looking at the woman Mo Ye brought, she was petite and petite. She wore an indigo long shawl hanging from her shoulders and covered her whole body. She had a dark embroidered brimmed hood in her hair and a double bun with hanging braids. , revealing half of his dark face, with a naive expression.
She and Mo Ye rode a horse together. Since "Zheng Quchi" was not familiar with equestrian skills, it seemed that Mo Ye had done some homework for this trip...
That face... Zheng Quchixi narrowed her eyes. The light flowed and illuminated the outline of her facial features. She was slightly startled.
Darling, how could Mo Ye find someone so similar to him in this fight?
No, it’s not a resemblance, but that face, it’s a perfect copy and paste of hers, okay?
Are there really people who look exactly the same in this world?
It's strange that there are not such things in the world, maybe there really are, such as twins, but Zheng Quchi is sure that she does not have such a twin sister.
Thinking about it with her mind that has zero conspiracy foundation, she knows that there must be a trick in this.
Xiao Meng grabbed a handful of grass on the ground, restrained his excitement and said: "Brother Ya'er, the people in the city should be fine. Sima has brought people to exchange with Ye State's Living Yama."
But Gongchenya rubbed his chin and drooped his eyelids: "But why do I think it shouldn't be that simple?"
On the other side, Aunt Mei walked over. When she saw a strange woman following Gongchen Ya, she frowned slightly and said, "Ya, come here."
Gongchenya turned his head and nodded: "Okay."
After Gongchen Ya was called away, Xiao Mengcai whispered to Zheng Quchi about some gossip between women: "Sister Chizi, look at that General Ye's wife, she is really ugly, and she is quite dark. .”
Little girls all love beauty, and sometimes they speak so freely that it makes people feel heartbroken.
"...Really? From so far away, can you take a closer look at what she looks like?"
Not everyone has Zheng Quchi's extraordinary eyesight. She doesn't believe that Xiao Meng can really see the other person's appearance. If she really sees it, she shouldn't think that the person is similar to her, but should think that the two look similar. There is no difference.
Xiao Meng choked for a moment, and then muttered dissatisfied: "I didn't see it clearly, but she was sitting in front of Sima, and it was particularly highlighted when I compared her. I thought she would be such a powerful woman. , now it seems..."
Zheng Quchi interrupted: "Maybe she is not Yu Wensheng's wife. None of us have met her. Aren't these just random guesses?"
"You're right, but you see that she is thin and small, so she is definitely not a female general. The woman who will be taken to the dangerous battlefield by Sima at this time, logically speaking, shouldn't it be her?" Xiao Meng said according to his own Judgment leads to conclusion.
Zheng Quchi couldn't refute because the other party's words were too reasonable, so she changed the subject: "Maybe, I just said it casually, but do you think she is like me?"
Xiao Meng said sheepishly: "At first glance, she looks similar, but after a second look, she doesn't look like her anymore. Sister Ruler is not as dark as her."
Not as dark as her?
Zheng Quchi suddenly realized.
Yes, she no longer deliberately applies black charcoal powder on her body. After the skin naturally metabolizes melanin, it is naturally not as dark as it was at the beginning. Could it be that her face...
"Xiao Meng, isn't my face... dark?"
So far, only Xiao Meng has seen her appearance, although it was originally caused by a reckless move.
Xiao Meng replied without thinking: "It's not bad."
Zheng Quchi asked expectantly: "Is that white?"
When Xiao Meng heard this, he seemed to be confused: "How much is it for nothing?"
"Just... just compare with Gongchen Ya?"
To be honest, among this group of people, Gongchenya is the only one who looks fairer. Maybe good-looking people all have the same characteristics, that is, they can be seen at a glance among all living beings. Among them, fair skin is definitely an important one. point.
"Well, brother Ya'er must be fairer than us." Xiao Meng hesitated.
Oh, I got it.
"We", of course, also includes Zheng Quchi.
She estimated that her current state was either black or white, or white or white.
Suddenly she had an idea. Since everyone who knew "Zheng Quchi" thought that she should be black, she must be as white as a ghost. The main thing was a contrast.
In this way, others will not recognize her at all.
right! After a while, find some strong soap to wash it, and try to remove all the black stains floating on the surface.
Not long after, Gongchenya came back. Aunt Mei glanced at Zheng Quchi again, but this time she was no longer wary and suspicious, but a little inquisitive and surprised. She called Xiao Meng away.
Gongchenya took Zheng Quchi back to the cave. He walked very slowly, matching Zheng Quchi's pace. The two of them walked under the moonlight and slowly opened their hearts.
"Why did you bring me here to see this?"
Zheng Quchi turned his head and asked him.
Gongchenya pursed his lips and smiled: "Wherever I leave you, you will definitely be annoyed to death by their questioning, so I simply took you away. By the way, ruler, tomorrow Aunt Mei and the others will go in Fenggu Shacheng, are you staying here to recuperate, or are you coming with us?"
Zheng Quchi was silent for a moment and then repeated: "Tomorrow..."
"Yes, tomorrow is the last deadline given by Yu Wensheng to Sima and the others. The closed city gate will be reopened. If the negotiations between the two parties go smoothly, the Ye garrison in Fenggusha City will be evacuated, and everything should be restored to the original state by then. , do you want to go take a look?"
"I'm injured and can't go into the city, so I won't delay you. I heard from Xiao Meng that you are here to save people. Who are you trying to save?"
Since Yu Wensheng was in Fenggu Shacheng, Zheng Quchi didn't want to go. If possible, she just wanted to stay away from him.
Gongchenya heard her rejection, so he pulled off a branch and shook it. Among the cascading green mountains, his fresh and clean brows were particularly clear.
"Yang Gu."
This name is not familiar to Zheng Quchi, but he has heard it discussed by others.
"Is he the coach at the Tianqian border of Julu Kingdom?"
Gongchenya smiled softly at her: "Yes."
Zheng Quchi said seriously: "It's too dangerous for you to do this. Even if Yu Wensheng is willing to let the people in the city go, it won't necessarily be the case with Yang Gu."
There is an ancient saying that when two armies fight, the harm to the people will not be brought to their harm. However, there is a more widely circulated saying that the situation of the battle may not be clear, but the enemy general must die.
Gongchenya nodded in agreement: "Yes, that's why I wanted to save people during the gap between Sima Moye and Yu Wensheng's confrontation, or when the two sides were fighting. Of course I knew the danger, but I had to do it no matter what. Go save him."
This matter actually had little to do with Zheng Quchi. She didn't know why Gongchenya had to save Yang Gu, but since she didn't plan to get involved in this matter, it was inconvenient to ask more questions.
"Then I wish you all the best."
Gongchenya threw away the branch, and Huo flashed his starry eyes: "Chizi, have you ever seen an old man named Mu Zaiqi?"
Zheng Quchi gave him a strange look.
"No."
Seeing that her expression was natural and unpretentious, Gongchenya raised his eyebrows, opened his eyes and looked into the distance, sighing softly: "That old man is always elusive. Not long ago, he went to the Fenggu Shacheng camp to work as a military doctor. Now, I can’t contact him anymore, and I don’t know how he is doing.”
Military doctor, old man... No way, Zheng Quchi only knew that the military doctor was a military doctor, but I really didn't know his name.
"What is your... relationship with that military doctor?" she asked tentatively.
"The relationship is just that we know each other. By the way, the pot of medicine you applied before was given by him. What do you think now?"
Zheng Quchi stared at him silently.
He was still as usual, smiling with his smart pink lips, revealing a row of white and neat teeth, and a pair of eyes as innocent as morning dew, making him look innocent and harmless.
Ah, how innocent, this is just a scheming boy.
She suddenly understood many things.
If Gongchenya and the military doctor knew each other, then maybe he saw something in her at first.
The cloak she wore was exchanged with the military doctor's previous clothes. However, after changing the dressing, Xiao Meng gave her a set of clean clothes of his own, so she changed them out.
But Gongchenya was obviously aware of this from the beginning, but he was able to remain calm, deal with her in a friendly manner on the surface, and test her step by step behind the scenes, without even revealing his thoughts. Now he probably confirmed that she was harmless. , only then did he get to know her...
Zheng Quchi often feels that he is not scheming enough and is out of tune with the people around him.
She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly: "If the old military doctor you are talking about is the one who gave me this cloak, then I should have seen it before. He also bandaged the wounds on my body."
No wonder this human spirit insisted on checking the injuries on her body, and even tried to find out who treated her injuries. It turned out that the root of the problem was here.
After Gongchenya heard this, he didn't say anything for a long time.
Zheng Quchi no longer looked at the mountains. She looked at his expression, wondering if this man was digging some trap in his mind, waiting for her to jump down.
"Then how did you meet?" he asked with his big, watery eyes.
At first glance, this is a boy who is simply curious.
Of course, Zheng Quchi cannot say that he is in the camp, otherwise it will easily lead to dangerous associations... She suddenly had a flash of inspiration and recalled a series of things that happened tonight, as if she had guessed what Gongchenya was thinking. what.
She also followed his example, clipping a branch and playing with it in her hand, while casually saying: "I fled from another country. At first, I was escorted by a group of people, but when I encountered the gangsters in the green forest, they all died. They fought with their last breath to send me away.”
"I was at a loss along the way and didn't know where to go. I accidentally ran to the mountain and found a thatched hut. This gave me a temporary place to stay. That's where I met a kind-hearted old man. He saw I was covered in wounds and felt very pitiful, so he gave me medicine and bandages, and even left food for me. However, he never came up the mountain again for a long time. I was short of food and medicine on the mountain, so I had no choice but to do this. Run down the mountain..."
After careful consideration, her words were almost impeccable. She did not escape alone, but she was alone in the end. Her injuries were bandaged with precious medicine, but she was not carefully cared for afterwards. She had no idea about the surrounding environment. As far as I know, I finally accidentally entered the camp and met them...
All have relatively reasonable explanations.
Gongchenya believed it for the time being.
"So that's it, I thought..."
He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but then he laughed: "Yes, how is this possible?"
If she were really that man's wife, after she was out of danger and learned that he was looking for her all over the city, she would have tried her best to reunite with him, instead of trying to avoid going to Wind Valley with him like she is now. Shacheng.
Furthermore, tonight he led her to see Sima Moye's team. She looked very ordinary at that time, not as nervous, fearful and angry as when she met the enemy. Moreover, Sima Moye was accompanied by a woman suspected of being "Zheng Quchi".
...Sure enough, he must be overthinking.
Zheng Quchi heard him talking to himself, his little face turned to one side, covered with shadows.
Oh, he really suspected that she was Zheng Quchi, and he also blamed her for being so talkative. Even if she said it was a fake name, she didn't know that even if she pulled eight poles, she wouldn't be able to get a piece together. She had to get some kind of ruler, so why not call it a pole, a stick, or a hammer.
It's even more strange that the timing of her appearance was too coincidental, and she was on the run alone, with suspicious scars on her body, and she was also related to the camp's military doctor...
"How is that possible?" Zheng Quchi pretended to be puzzled.
Gongchenya scratched his cheek in embarrassment: "It's okay, I'm overthinking it. You can rest in my cave tonight. I have to be on duty and won't go back."
"That's not good."
There are differences between men and women, not to mention that she is married and he is a young man. If she wants to live in his cave, there will be gossip and rumors everywhere tomorrow.
"Don't worry, no one will talk nonsense." Gongchenya said firmly.
Occasionally he looks like an energetic young man, but sometimes he looks like a man in power who insists on speaking his mind. This feeling of contradiction is not unexpected, just like himself, with a sharp heart and a pair of childish eyes.
Since he said so, Zheng Quchi no longer refused.
That night, Zheng Quchi humbly asked Gongchenya, who was clean and exuding the fragrance of white lotus, how to do it, and he gave her a box of soap.
This was developed and formulated by himself. He is quite talented in this kind of side art. Zheng Quchi doesn't want to know how complicated the materials used are, but it can really wash away the dirt on people's skin.
This has been proven effective by her personal test.
She poured a little and rubbed it vigorously on her arms. Not many bubbles were visible, but the layer of emulsified black water that emerged was enough to prove that it could clean out all the dirt in the pores.
"It's so dirty..."
Seeing that there was no redness or swelling on the skin due to allergies, I took a small amount in the palm of my hand, added water to make a lather and applied it to my face.
After pouring two large basins of sewage, she touched her face...it was not smooth and moist at all. On the contrary, after drying her face, it felt dry, as if a layer of her epidermis had been washed away.
Yes, such a powerful detergent soap can be used to wash the most delicate face in winter, but it must not peel off a layer of skin in order to restore the true color of her skin.
I don’t know what she will look like after she fades away.
There is no way to look in the mirror in this condition now, but to observe the condition of her arms being washed...forget it, the surroundings are pitch black, the oil lamp is dim and waxy, and it is impossible to tell whether it is cold white, warm white or neutral white. For skin, it’s better to get up tomorrow morning and look at it under natural light.
(End of chapter)
