Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1862
Inspection?

Ying Baoyue was stunned when he heard the words. The place where Du Ziqing lived was truly desolate and remote. How could someone come to inspect it?

At this moment, the tent door was opened, and Du Ziqing also walked in. He looked at her with an uneasy expression.

"The Tenth King Zhai will occasionally come to hunt, and send someone to check how my sheep are doing," he said indifferently, "but usually not twice a year."

Ever since he took Murong Heng in, no outsider had been here. He didn't expect that not long after Ying Baoyue appeared, someone would come from there.

"Are you here to hug the moon?"

Murong Heng's expression was extremely serious, and he clenched the hilt of his sword tightly.

"It's unlikely," Du Ziqing remained calm, "The black lake is so big, it's almost impossible for those who jump into it to come out alive, let alone just walk to me."

Even if someone was looking for Ying Baoyue, they probably wouldn't have imagined that she would break into his remote place.

The biggest possibility is really bad luck, just in time for the tenth King Zhai to think of him on a whim.

"What now?"

Murong Heng's Adam's apple moved up and down, "Let's hide in the vegetable cellar with Baoyue."

Originally, there were only three members of Du Ziqing's family living here, but now he and Ying Baoyue were more, even if the people who came to inspect did not recognize their identities, they would probably become suspicious and cause disaster.

The Tenth King Zhai and Chunyu Ye never dealt with each other. Even if he took the initiative to reveal his identity, he could not confirm whether he could really keep Ying Baoyue.

There is a flat river above the snowfield, and someone who flees will be found at a glance. They have no way to escape, so they can only hide.

And the only place where people can hide here is a cellar dug outside by Du Ziqing.

"No." Murong Heng narrowed his eyes, "Sometimes the inspectors will open the vegetable cellar to check my harvest, and if you hide in it, it might be self-defeating."

It's fine for Murong Heng and Ying Baoyue not to hide, and maybe they can get away with making up a reason, but if they hide in the vegetable cellar and are discovered, it will be confirmed that their identities are suspicious.

At this time, the sound of horseshoes outside was getting closer, and along with the sound of the wind, someone could still hear someone shouting "Gongga."

Cold sweat dripped down Murong Heng's chin, Du Ziqing glanced at him, suddenly took the sword from his hand, and kicked him on the calf.

"Du..."

Before Murong Heng could speak, Du Ziqing kicked him down on the floor where Ying Baoyue was sitting.

Ying Baoyue was also stunned. Du Ziqing threw the sword into the pile of debris, squatted down without saying a word, lifted the sheepskin covering her body, and stuffed Murong Heng, who was about to get up, into her bed .

"Woooooooo..."

Murong Heng froze and wanted to struggle instinctively, but Du Ziqing's hand was so strong that he could not resist, and buried him in the bedding.

The next moment Du Ziqing let go of his hand, Murong Heng was about to turn over, but a man's cold voice came from his ear.

"If you don't want to die, cover your head with the leather and hug your woman to sleep."

"Outside things, I'll take care of them."

After finishing speaking, the sound of Xirong people dismounting from their horses came from outside, and their riding boots clicked on the frozen ice, and they had already walked outside the tent door.

Du Ziqing stood up and strode out of the tent door.

Murong Heng shuddered and lay down on the floor, lifting the sheepskin to cover her and Ying Baoyue's heads tightly.

Ying Baoyue felt his eyes go dark, and the smell of the young man being roasted by fire came from the tip of his nose.

She closed her eyes, suppressed all the practitioner's aura in her body, and tried her best to make her aura no different from that of ordinary people.

Sang Lan followed Du Ziqing with Wu Enqi on her back. As soon as Du Ziqing opened the tent door, he caught a glimpse of a big hand resting on the tent door.

A Xirong cavalryman with a face full of flesh was standing outside the tent. When he saw Du Ziqing coming out, the man put down his hands, his face was piled up, and he yanked the horsewhip in his hand.

"Gongga, are you deaf?"

An old horse slave with a full head of white hair and a stooped waist followed him. The whip happened to hit this man, the horse slave trembled, and his waist bowed even lower.

When Du Ziqing caught a glimpse of this person, his pupils shrank slightly.

With no expression on his face, he bowed respectfully to the Xirong cavalry in front of him, "The villain was forging iron just now, and it is the villain's fault that he didn't hear the voice of the adult."

Seeing Du Ziqing actually bent over towards him, the Xirong cavalry showed a trace of surprise on his face.

He had also been to this ghostly place many times, but Du Ziqing had always treated him with an indifferent attitude, and this was the first time he had shown such a meekness.

"Hmph, you know a lot. Could it be that you have figured it out and are willing to submit to the King?"

Du Ziqing lowered her head and frowned.

He raised his head and did not answer directly. He gave way to the tent next to him, "My lord, there is hot tea and kumiss in the tent over there. Go and drink a cup to get rid of the cold."

The Xirong cavalry put away their whips and looked at Du Ziqing's face. The next moment he suddenly took a step forward and unexpectedly lifted the tent behind Du Ziqing.

"What were you doing in this tent just now?"

"Big, big..."

Sang Lan hugged Wu Enqi, her face turned pale with fright, and she used her body to block the tent door.

"You lowly slave, get out of here!"

A look of impatience crossed the Xirong cavalryman's face, and he raised his whip and was about to whip it off. Du Ziqing rushed over to grab the whip. At this moment, the horse slave beside the cavalry suddenly fell down as if he had stepped on the air. In front of Sang Lan, pushing her back a step.

Clap!
The whip hit Manu again.

Wu Enqi hugged his mother's neck tightly, and was so frightened that he burst into tears.

Ying Baoyue hid under the quilt, listening to the ear-piercing sound of whips and cries, and clutched Murong Heng's skirt tightly.

"You trash! What are you blocking!"

The Xirong cavalry was furious and kicked the manu on the ground away. The manu rolled to the corner of the tent, curled up in a ball and convulsed continuously.

Du Ziqing clenched his fists and then let go, "My lord..."

The Xirong cavalry glanced at the tent and stopped on the floor in the corner of the tent.

Even though it was tightly covered, two raised figures could still be seen.

"Ok?"

He narrowed his eyes and walked towards the floor, "Who is this?"

"Sir, this..."

Du Ziqing grabbed his armor from behind, "The lost pair of 'Ashilang' was picked up by the villain when she was herding sheep two days ago."

Ying Baoyue hid in the quilt and listened. In Xirong language, "Ashilang" means "young men and women who meet privately".

In Central Plains dialect, it probably refers to a pair of wild mandarin ducks.

"Oh?"

Sure enough, upon hearing these words, the Xirong cavalryman squinted his eyes, staring at the black hair of a woman with colorful wool protruding from under the sheepskin not far away, and a wretched smile suddenly appeared on the man's face.

"The lost couple?"

The man laughed.

The sound of footsteps could be heard, and Ying Baoyue hid under the sheepskin and held her breath.

The Xirong cavalryman had already walked to her and Murong Heng's side.

(End of this chapter)