Chapter 93 Chu people

Just as Qiu Yao was planning to listen to what Hu Yang was going to say, someone came back from outside the door, and the uneasiness that had been depressed was slightly released. She looked up at Hu Yang, who was just about to open his mouth, but the man had changed to the loose appearance.

"I am about to go to the palace. I'm afraid Mr. Hu will not be able to receive him at this time. Please forgive me." Bai Qi stepped into the door and went straight to Qiu Yao's side. He looked at Hu Yang, who got up and saluted with a smile.

"It's not the right time for Huaiqing to come," Hu Yang held a fan and saluted. He did not look at Qiu Yao on the opposite side. He looked at Bai Qi with his eyes. "Since Wu Anjun has something to do, Huai Qing will come to the door another day."

"I won't send it to you." Bai Qi looked at Hu Yang leaving coldly and asked Xier, who was standing beside him, "He said he was here to find his wife?"

"If you go back to the general, that's exactly what happened."

Bai Qi sneered, lowered his head and looked at Qiu Yao, and slowed down his tone slightly. "Madam, go back to your room. If there is such an uninvited guest in the future, you can close the door."

"I'm sorry," Qiu Yao got up slowly, and her tone was a little stuffy. "I want to help you share the burden, but it seems to cause you trouble again."

Bai Qi squeezed his lips and continued to look at her with resentment with a smile, and then returned to the same gentleness as usual. He came forward to hold her hand and took her to the door. "Madam has this intention, and she is very moved by her husband. Why bother to just say it? I just don't want my wife to be instigated by someone who wants to put her husband in a dilemma.

At this point, the meaning of Bai Qi is very clear. Qiu Yao fully understood the painstakingness of his words, but she couldn't help feeling a chill in her heart, but she couldn't show it directly on her face. "I understand."

Walking outside Qiu Yao's yard, Bai Qi let go of his hand, explained a few words to Xi'er, and then left again. Lonely tightened her heart little by little, and Qiu Yao stood in place for a moment and turned back to her room.

Since then, the general's mansion has strengthened martial law, and the people who thought they would move in within a few days did not come. Qiu Yao was told the departure time on the eve of the expedition. Along with the news, there was also a light and warm men's clothing.

Without the excitement she imagined, Qiu Yao just tried on whether the clothes fit, and let Xi'er take Bai Yichu to her room early, coaxing him to sleep while trying to make herself fall asleep.

The cold winter came again. This was the first winter she spent with Bai Qi in her memory. She thought her heart was warm, and she could bear it no matter how cold she felt, but the reality made her completely cold from head to toe.

She had guessed that it was very difficult to fight in the winter sun, but when she really spurred the horse in the cold wind for half an hour, she finally realized the hardship of fighting in ancient times.

Soldiers often say that soldiers are very fast. In order to buy time, Bai Qi ordered the team to travel day and night. The rest time is less than three hours a day, and the soldiers who are lagging behind for various reasons can only try to catch up with the team by themselves.

Such a long-distance attack lasted until the fifth day. Qiu Yao finally had a high fever because she was unbearable to bear the load. She camped at night. Bai Qi led the military doctor to diagnose and treat her. The answer was that Qiu Yao should not continue to follow the army, but stayed in place for treatment and recuperation.

And Bai Qi will naturally not delay the military plane for her.

Qiu Yao lay softly in a temporary simple tent, leaned against Xi'er's arms and coughed twice. She watched Bai Qi walk in from outside the tent in a daze. Xi'er got up and gave Qiu Yao to Bai Qi's arms.

"It's not suitable for your wife to continue to follow the army when she is in good health. You and Xi'er stay in Nanyang and wait for your husband to repel the armies of Zhao and Wei before someone to pick up your wife." Bai Qi whispered softly in her ear. Looking at Qiu Yao nestling in his arms sickly, he couldn't help but ask why he brought her into the war.

Once he tried to crush her kindness with his own hands, but now that she has lost all her memory, this idea is still deeply rooted in his mind.

Only by completely assimilation can she stay with her forever.

However, seeing her weakness and discomfort at this moment, the idea began to waver again.

"Well, okay..." Qiu Yao's whole body was soft and dizzy, and she even felt difficult to speak.

Bai Qi was silent for a moment, and then gently ordered Xi'er beside him to take the marching map on the case. He leaned on the picture in his arms. After half an hour, his shoulders began to be sore, but the slightly frowned sword eyebrows relaxed when the breathing in his arms gradually stabilized.

"I want to ask Wu Anjun to see him."

"Please invite him in." Putting down the marching map next to him, Bai Qi carefully hugged him and put Qiu Yao smoothly on the couch.

When Wei Ran walked into the tent, he saw Bai Qi taking the march map and walking to the side of the desk. A man on the temporary couch was sleeping, his cheeks were crimson, obviously with body heat. Although she is wearing men's clothes, she can be seen as a woman at a glance.

He raised his eyebrows without a trace. Wei Ran walked to Wu Anjun and raised his hand to point to the open painting. "Chen Xiao originally took this route. Why did Wu Anjun take him another way?"

"The general is about to discuss this matter with the Marquis," Bai Qi sat down and fell to what Wei Ran pointed out. "The Sanjin family, Zhao and Wei attacked Han today. How can they know that the Three Kingdoms will not join hands to fight against Qin tomorrow. Chen Xiao was originally from South Korea. Although he was ordered by Han Xiang to ask Qin for help, his heart must be towards South Korea, and everything he did must be from the interests of South Korea.

"Although the road that Chen Wei refers to is the most convenient, it needs to pass through Luoyang. If it involves the Zhou royal family, our army will be affected. At that time, even if it wins, it will definitely be hit hard. Then South Korea does not have to worry that the State of Qin will seek the land of South Korea after defeating Zhao Wei."

"Wu Anjun is far-sighted." Wei Ran smiled and withdrew his hand. "In fact, I had this doubt early in the morning. When I asked Huaiqing for a solution, the answer given by Huaiqing was no different from that given by Wu Anjun."

Bai Qi hooked his lips, as if he was not smiling. Hu Yang is indeed a rare talent.

It's just that there are two kinds of talented people since ancient times, one is like a valley, and the other is proud of talent, and Hu Yang is obviously not the former.

"It's almost dawn again." Wei Ran got up, brushed his beard mixed with a little silver silk, and slowly walked out of the tent. "I heard that Wu Anjun hasn't slept all night. Do you want to stay and rest for a while?"

"The Marquis said and laughed, and the general ordered the soldiers to pull out the camp."

The dry and cold wind blew through the people's heads. Bai Qi walked outside the tent and paused for a few seconds. He looked back at Qiu Yao, who was still sleeping, and gave instructions to the soldiers beside him.

On the ancient road in Nanyang, 100,000 Qin soldiers left.

Open her eyes in a daze, the ordinary room, the ordinary furnishings, with the strangeness that makes it difficult for her to have a good impression.

I vaguely remember that Bai Qi told her to stay in this place to recuperate, and then she was left in this city that she had never been to.

When she woke up, Xi'er was talking to a doctor-like person. Qiu Yao clearly heard the words "no big problem" and then sat up from **.

"Madam." When Xi'er saw Qiu Yao wake up, she immediately went to the bedside to help. Qiu Yao waved her hand and walked out of bed by herself. Looking out of the window, her eyes were full of strange people and things.

"Where is this place?"

"If you want to go back to your wife, this is Nanyang in the State of Wei."

Nanyang Zhugelu, Xishuzi Yunting. Qiu Yao's mind was a little confused. The first thought that popped up in her mind was to see Kong Ming's former residence, and then she helplessly found that her current era was hundreds of years earlier than the Three Kingdoms.

"Let's go out for a walk."

Walking aimlessly on the street, Qiu Yao found that the pronunciation of the people around her seemed to be quite different from what she usually said. Only then did she remember that the languages of various countries during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period were still different, but she could understand some more or less. Qiu Yao went to a teahouse and let Xi'er sit on her body. Next, Xi'er was obviously familiar with the way she got along with Qiu Yao, and because it was inconvenient to announce their identities, she also sat down obediently.

Such a popular occasion is always the best place to understand folk customs and current affairs. Since she has arrived at this place, Qiu Yao simply listens to the dialogue of these foreigners for her.

After listening to it for a while, Qiu Yao knew that what they discussed was basically the same topic, that is, Qin Jun, who passed by here yesterday. At the thought of being left here, she felt a little depressed.

She was dressed in a man. If she spoke with a female voice, she would have attracted the attention of others. Qiu Yao simply pretended to be mute, motioned Xier to order some ordinary tea, and continued to listen attentively to the comments around her.

As she expected, the mood of everyone who mentions this matter is similar, either scared or worried.

Bai Qi's reputation can be seen.

Qiu Yao didn't know whether to be proud of him or ashamed of him. After getting along with him for a long time, her original fear gradually faded away, and she felt that she was almost assimilated by Bai Qi.

Even if he leaves his side and walks out of his yard, everything around him still can't be separated from him.

Xi'er is inseparable from herself, but Qiu Yao knows that Bai Qi will not let Xier, a woman, take on the task of protecting herself. In this way, his own soldiers must have been secretly paying attention to his every move.

This feeling doesn't make her feel comfortable.

Suddenly there was a burst of ** outside the door. Most of the people who were sitting and talking went out. Qiu Yao couldn't help but be curious. She was really ready to get up. Xi'er stood up one step ahead of her. "Son, sit here, and Rong Nu to have a look."

Qiu Yao hesitated for a moment, sat down again, stretched out her neck and looked at the movement outside the door.

A ragged old man somehow squeezed in in the chaos. He knelt down with his pocket in his hand and hit his head at Qiu Yao, who was sitting in place. Qiu Yao was suddenly surprised by this big gift and almost jumped up from the stool. She hurriedly reached out to help the old man get up.

"This gentleman doesn't have to help him up, just give him some money." A middle-aged man couldn't help but feel a little funny when he looked at Qiu Yao's behavior, and then stepped forward and interrupted.

Qiu Yao was stunned. She didn't have any penny around her at all. These things were never under her control. Xi'er went to the door to check the situation. She, a fake man, was a fake mute, and suddenly at a loss.

When Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the tea bowl beside him, Qiu Yao couldn't do it, so she had to dip her finger in some tea and write three big words on the table--

I have no money.

When the middle-aged man saw Qiu Yao writing, he came forward and looked at the table, and then looked at Qiu Yao with a puzzled face.

"This is Chu Wen. Is this gentleman from Chu?"