The young man seemed to have run for a long time and his physical strength was obviously no match for the six strong men, and he was soon blocked.

  Six robust men, their bodies wrapped in hemp cloth that had lost its color, with disheveled hair tied up in a knot on top of their heads. Two of them were dressed in tattered clothes, with half of their buttocks exposed and only barely covering the front.

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, a general turned his gaze to that young man, whose clothes were tattered and worn out, hair disheveled, limbs as thin as firewood, with a grey bundle hanging on his back.

  Ha! Little Wang Ba Zi, he actually fell into my hands again! Song Chuyi almost instantly recognized that the young man was the one who had stripped her of her outer garment last night.

  At the foot of the slope, the young man had already been pressed to the ground by several strong men, who tore off his bundle and shook it open.

  Song Chu Yi looked at the red wedding dress and her pupils slightly contracted - that wasnt what she was originally wearing!

  Last night, she was only half awake and felt that someone was stripping her clothes. When she opened her eyes, the boy had already wrapped up his clothes. She thought the boy had taken the snow wolf skin and overcoat from her body... Did this kid go to strip someone elses clothes again?

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, she suddenly remembered where she had just lain down. There were several small graves nearby, and under her was a grass mat, next to which was a shallow pit, as if she hadnt been exposed in the wilderness either.

  The more she thought about it, the more she felt that something was off. When she came to her senses again and looked down at the slope, the young man had already been beaten to the ground, and those people showed no signs of stopping.

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, it was natural that she couldnt expect these people to save her. She thought that although she didnt look very good, after all, she was a woman, and if she fell into their hands, she would inevitably suffer a miserable fate. Its best to choose a weak person.

  Having made up her mind, Song ChuYi lay down on the slope with nothing to do and gnawed on some mugwort, watching as the young man was beaten until he could barely run, before she started imitating the sound of horse hooves.

  Horses are extremely valuable, and with the constant wars in various countries, almost all horses are in the military. The sound of horseshoes signals either an advance scout or a person of great power and influence.

  Song initially spent a year in the military camp, learning to recognize the sound of horseshoes, and grasping the feeling from far to near extremely well.

  Those six big men looked rough and wild, but as soon as they heard the sound of horseshoes, they all panicked and hastily grabbed that red wedding dress, fleeing in a hurry.

  Song Chu looked for a moment and confirmed that those people would not come back. He dug up a handful of mud from beside him, formed it into a ball and threw it down.

  The young man heard the noise, looked up and saw Song Chuyis pale face with a playful smile, he was so frightened that he rolled and crawled away, but unfortunately his injuries seemed too severe, and after a while he couldnt run far.

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, one heart way had a basis for running again! But on the surface, he lowered his posture and said, "Hey, I saved your life, are you going to leave me here to die?"

  The young man paused for a moment, looked up and asked, "Are you human?"

  "In broad daylight, what did you think I was?!" Song Chuyi said with a bad tone.

  The young explorer looked at her for a few moments, as if only then confirming that Song Chuyi was indeed human and not a ghost. After looking, he lay down, resting in the grass for a while.

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, Fangcai was again learning to imitate the sound of horse hooves and speaking loudly, and he was also very tired. Seeing that the young man had no intention of leaving for a while, she lowered the stem of the hemp plant a bit and lay on the ground chewing it.

  He had only lain down for a short while when he heard the rustling sound of footsteps coming up from the slope below. This slope was not too steep, but the young man had been seriously injured and should have found it very difficult to climb up. Could it be that those people were returning?

  Song Chuyis heart skipped a beat, and he crawled forward with great effort for half a foot, looking down. The young man was climbing up at a steady pace, and in an instant, he climbed onto the high ground and burrowed into the grass thicket where Song Chuyi was hiding.

  Song Chu immediately began to reflect on himself, it seems that he had misjudged earlier. This kids injury was not severe enough to prevent him from running, fortunately, he was a grateful person, otherwise, he might have wasted his effort in saving his life.

  "Are you from Qi?" Song Chu looked up and saw that the young man was speaking in the dialect of Qi.

  The young man stood beside her, panting heavily. The sunlight shone down on his head, making it somewhat dazzling. Song Chu narrowed her eyes and could only vaguely see that his disheveled hair almost covered his entire face. When he looked at people, it was always through the gaps in his hair. His lips were the only thing exposed, already swollen high up. His lower jaw and mouth corners were a purplish color with bloodshot streaks.

  The young man silently pulled Song Chu Er up from the ground and easily carried her on his shoulders.

  "Youre so thin and weak-looking, but youve got quite a bit of strength!" Song Chu was choked into coughing.

  The young man didnt pay attention to her, and he swiftly made his way through the grass. He seemed very familiar with the surroundings, passing through a small grove of trees, and after taking many turns, Song Chuyi finally heard the sound of rushing water. By this time, she was already dizzy from being tossed around.

  The young man threw her onto a pile of hay and turned away.

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, Yigang was about to call out to him when he saw a small vegetable garden near the front water pool, surrounded by wooden stakes and fences, which might be where the young man lived, so he stopped himself.

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, a clever person had just eaten some ephedra and was lying in a dry haystack to get some sunshine. Before long, he felt drowsy and fell asleep. In his dream, he seemed to smell the strong fragrance of wheat.

  Opening his eyes and looking around, he saw the young man squatting by the pool, holding a broken-mouthed pottery jar to drink millet porridge. Song Chu swallowed hard and coughed dryly, saying, "Young brother, lets discuss something."

  The young man turned his head and looked at her vigilantly, as if he were a small beast guarding its food.

  Song Chu flipped her eyes and lay on the dry grass, lazily saying in Qi dialect, "You didnt carry me back just to bury my corpse, did you? I think youre quite clever, you must have guessed that Im from a scholar family. On the way to get married, I got sick, and the people who sent me off probably thought I was dead, so they hastily buried me along the way. If you save me and take me home with you, there will definitely be a big reward... at least we can eat white rice."

  These remote places still barter, and coins are hardly seen, let alone gold! Song Chuyi knew very well that white rice was far more attractive to the common people than money or silver.

  The response was a silence. Song Chuyi looked at the congealing rice porridge, feeling anxious in her heart: "You damn well better say something!"

  After a long time, the young man finally blurted out a sentence, "How can you speak the Qi language?"

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, Yi Zhong was secretly shocked. Could it be that this young man actually knew himself? He couldnt help but ask in return, "How did you know I wouldnt speak the Qi language?"

  The young man didnt answer, but instead handed over the remaining half bowl of millet porridge in front of Song Chu.

  Blackened hands, the clay pot was also oily and shiny, the aroma of millet mixed with a strange musty smell, and there were still marks left by the boy when he drank porridge just now. If Song Chuyi was really a lady from a scholarly family, she might not be able to eat in front of such a scene, but she had been through even harder days, so she wouldnt mind.

  "Its said that a promise from a member of the Shi family is worth a thousand pieces of gold." The young man couldnt help but remind Song Chu one, who was eating with abandon.

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, a young man thought that this child still had some insight and actually knew the phrase "a thousand pieces of gold are not easy to come by". She was swallowing her porridge, responding vaguely with a sound, and in three or two mouthfuls she had almost finished drinking it. The young man saw this and immediately became anxious, reaching out to grab the bowl. He said coldly, "This is two days worth of food!"

  Song Chus face turned red and he dryly laughed, "Im weak, I need to eat a bit more to fill myself up."

  The boy licked his tongue and wrapped it in a cloth, then hid in the thicket.

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, after eating and drinking enough, she lay on the couch thinking about what had just happened. She said that she was ill on her way to get married, but it was based on the wedding dress, if the wedding dress wasnt pulled down from her body, the young man would not have believed this excuse, but he did.

  Song Chuoyi couldnt understand, her head was a bit dizzy, and she subconsciously reached out to rub her brow. Her fingertips touched a smooth patch of skin, and she paused for a moment before carefully feeling it again.

  At that time, she first went to the State of Qin as an envoy. In order to persuade the Qin army to retreat, she entered the Qin army camp alone. The main general of the Qin army tried to test her by swinging his sword at her face. She didnt dodge and the tip of the sword pointed steadily at her brow. Blood immediately flowed down from the bridge of her nose.

  It was just a slight scratch, and after the wound healed, if you didnt look closely, you couldnt see any scars. Its just that she had gotten into the habit of rubbing that spot with her fingertips over the years, so she could feel it clearly, but now it was suddenly gone?!

  Song Chuoyi leaned against the stone wall beside her and stood up, walking towards the edge of the water pool. After taking the medicine and millet porridge, she had some strength in her body, enough to support her walking to the edge of the pool.

  The water in the pond was clear and blue, like a mirror, and Song Chuyi saw his own reflection clearly inside.

  A slender figure, a palm-sized face, ink-black hair like a waterfall, and the dirty and disheveled undergarment on her body still faintly showed its original white color. Song Chuyi carefully examined it, and the face reflected in the water had a forehead that was slightly fuller than usual, a nose bridge that was straighter than most womens, looking not as delicate as ordinary women, but still without charm. Yet this young face was exactly how she looked at fifteen!

  The autumn wind suddenly rose, ruffling a pond of water, and the reflected light flickered, becoming somewhat blurry.

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, she couldnt help but bend down and lightly touch the face in the water. Before she could even sort out her thoughts, her waist suddenly tightened, and before she could even struggle, she was knocked to the ground by someone, with hard stones pressing against her body as if it were about to fall apart.

  "You little scamp, what are you up to!" Song Chu yelled at the young man with a snarl on his face.