Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1857 Ziqing
After the man turned around, Ying Baoyue realized that he was not as old as she thought.

He was about 50 to [-] years old, with wrinkles engraved on his face like a knife, his hair was messy like weeds, simply tied on the top of his head, the old cotton robe was full of wind and sand, and his beard was also messy and untrimmed. Full of wine stains.

From the outside alone, no matter how you look at it, this man is just a poor old shepherd.

But just when Ying Baoyue's eyes met his, he felt a shock in his whole body.

It was hard for her to describe what kind of eyes those were.

Everything around those eyes is messy, unkempt, and soaked in wind and sand, but only those eyes are clear and deep, just like a Crescent Spring in the depths of the Gobi Desert, where the clean flow becomes a spring in a bad place, and the sand The mountains are not submerged in sand.

Flying wild horses in the wind and sand on all sides, and a phantom dragon swimming in the shadow of a pool.

This is Ying Baoyue's first impression of this person.

What shocked her even more was that when she was stared at by those eyes, she suddenly felt a sense of familiarity in her heart.

"you are?"

Ying Baoyue stared at the man sitting by the fire, she was sure she did not remember such a person, so where did this sense of familiarity come from?

When she was looking at this man, this man was also looking straight at her like an old monk in meditation.

The air in the tent froze for a while, and the two kept facing each other silently with their eyes facing each other.

After a while, the man put down the wine bag in his hand, looked at Ying Baoyue's face, and spoke lightly.

"Where have we met?"

The man's voice was hoarse, and there was a strong Xirong accent in his accent, but he was undoubtedly speaking the Central Plains dialect.

Hearing this voice, Ying Baoyue was taken aback for a moment, this person was indeed the person she talked to Murong Heng when she was unconscious.

He asked, did he also feel that they had met before?
Ying Baoyue clenched the quilt tightly in her hand, lowered her eyes, "I think, there shouldn't be any."

"That's right," the man lifted the wine bag in his hand again, and took a swig of the pungent goat's milk wine.

He wiped the wine stains from his beard, and said vaguely, "When I got here, your kid probably hadn't been born yet."

Sure enough, this person was not a native of Xirong, but moved from the Central Plains.

Ying Baoyue's heart skipped a beat, and she stared at the profile of the person in front of her, "How long have you lived here?"

"how long?"

The man's drunken eyes were slightly fixed, and he glanced at the pole in his arms.

Ying Baoyue followed his gaze, and saw that the pole held in this person's arms was made of unknown material, it was dark, and it was touched to be shiny and smooth.

"I can't remember how long it has been." The man touched the bare rod in his arms, "probably, almost 18 years."

18? !

Ying Baoyue was startled, so she could confirm that she had never seen this person before.

The memories she lost were almost ten years ago. As for 18 years ago... counting the days, she hadn't even arrived at the Great Wall of Eternal Night at that time, and Daqin hadn't even been fully established.

18...

Ying Baoyue looked out at the desolate and cold land through the gap in the tent.

Ding Ling is the northernmost and coldest place in Xirong. Even Xirong people can't bear such an environment. The Central Plains person in front of her has stayed in this place for 18 years?
"you……"

Ying Baoyue couldn't restrain the shock in her heart, her voice was a little hoarse, "Are you from the Central Plains?"

"It shouldn't be hard to see," the man by the fire laughed, pointing to his eyes.

His eyes were brown, not the usual light-colored eyes of Xirong people.

"Although I'm not able to speak clearly, these eyes haven't changed color."

Ying Baoyue's mood became more and more complicated.

This person's Central Plains dialect was indeed stumbling, and it sounded very strenuous.It is said that the accent is hard to change. If she guessed correctly, this person should have been alone in this place for a long time, causing him to gradually lose the ability to speak.

In 18, I stayed here alone, and even my accent became bad. The only thing that didn't change was the color of my eyes.

Ying Baoyue couldn't help asking, "Senior, why do you live in this kind of place? Where was your hometown originally?"

"You girl, you don't recognize life."

The man looked her up and down, and said in his stuttering Central Plains dialect, "You have something else that you should explain first?"

Ying Baoyue was startled, and then realized.

"Excuse me, are you the owner of this tent?"

The man glanced at her and nodded.

Ying Baoyue lifted off the quilt covering her body, and bowed respectfully to the person in front of her.

It was Murong Heng who picked her up, but after all, she borrowed someone else's place. She lay on the sheepskin and whispered, "Thank you, senior, for saving my life."

"It was Ah Heng who rescued you." The man took a sip of his drink and stared into Ying Baoyue's eyes. "He said you were his friend. Is this true?"

Ying Baoyue inexplicably had the feeling of being watched by a falcon, so she bit the bullet and said, "That's right."

"That's right," the man snorted inexplicably, "What's your name?"

Ying Baoyue hesitated for a moment, "Ying... Baoyue."

The man's hand holding the wine bag paused.

At the age of Princess Qin's body before, she was not born when this man arrived in Xirong, so Ying Baoyue guessed that this man might not know her original identity.

But the surname Ying's is enough to explain many problems.

"With your status, it's better not to say your name indiscriminately," the man raised the wine bag again, and said lightly, "If you don't want to die too quickly."

Ying Baoyue observed his expression, although there was a brief moment of stunned before, but there was no surprise on his face.

This man was indeed not as simple as he appeared on the outside.

"I heard from Ah Heng that you are a friend of Mr. Shangui," Ying Baoyue said softly, "I believe Mr. Shangui's vision."

"Mountain ghost?"

The man glanced over sharply, "I'm afraid Murong Heng didn't tell you this?"

It was impossible for Murong Heng to name the person who saved him.

Ying Baoyue lowered her eyes, "He didn't say it clearly, I guessed it."

The man didn't speak, just looked at her.

This man's eyes are too strong, obviously he can't detect the profound realm from him, but when his eyes sweep over, it makes Ying Baoyue feel overwhelmed.

Ying Baoyue took a deep breath, looked up into his eyes, "Senior, you haven't told me your name yet."

The man stared fixedly at her, and said two words, "Gongga."

Ying Baoyue's eyes were fixed. Gongga means "sheep herd" in Xirong language, and it is not the person's original name at all.

"Senior, I want to know your original name," she stared into the man's eyes, and said word by word, "Your name from the Central Plains."

The man fell silent, pursing his lips tightly.

The next moment he looked into her eyes and spoke lightly.

"Du Ziqing."

　I don’t know how well I hinted at this, but I think the historical prototype of this person is quite easy to guess. Tip: Duling (now Xi’an, Shaanxi), named Ziqing,
　　
　
(End of this chapter)