Chitose words

Chapter 438 Little Slave Girl

In Hanyong in the Northern Dynasties, women considered braiding their hair to be beautiful.

On the one hand, it is easy to take care of, and the hair will not be too messy when galloping on a horse. On the other hand, it is also a dressing custom passed down from ancient times.

However, there are strict restrictions on hair braiding, which can be described as a strict hierarchy.

The royal ladies of the Imperial Court of Hanyong could have their hair braided. In Hanyong language, "Man" means "Nine", which means that the girls of the Tuoba clan of the Imperial Court could have their hair braided with nine or more braids.

For example, Princess Jiuwei Tuoba Jiuwei, the wife of "Lone Wolf Sword Immortal" Yu Wenxin, and Princess Tuoba Yan, Yu Wenxin's mother, can have more than nine hairs braided on their heads.

The relatives of the heads of the thirty-six tribes in Hanyong, that is, the ladies in the royal tents, can have six braids.

For example, Yu Wenjia, the princess of the Yuwen Department, has six braids on her head all year round, and the rest of her hair is scattered on her back.

Next are the women of grassland lords or noble families, who can braid four hairs.

This range naturally includes Bo Xi, the deputy envoy of the Hulu Shrine.

There are four braids on the top of Deputy Ambassador Bo's head.

Ordinary common women in the Northern Dynasties could only have two braids at most.

As for the one who could only braid one hair, it was naturally the female slave with the lowest status in Hanyong in the Northern Dynasty.

Xie Zhao frowned and looked at the unconscious girl in front of him.

Judging from the number of braids on her hair, she should be a slave from the Northern Dynasties.

It's just that the terrain near the Goddess Peak is complicated and dangerous. Why would a female slave come here alone and even lie at the foot of the Goddess Peak?

The Hanyong people of the Northern Dynasties had always had strict control over slaves in their tribes and families. They would never let a female slave go out alone to run errands for the master's family. Could this girl be a female slave who escaped from the nearby tent of the King of Yuwen?

Xie Zhao should be the first to discover her.

Later, the Beacon Fire Guards came down one after another, so they all gathered around and wanted to find out.

Feng Yanxi also came closer. He lowered his head, looked down, frowned and asked:
"Is the person still alive?"

"Ah."

Xie Zhao nodded slightly.

She let go of the hand that was checking the girl's pulse, and then slapped He Wu on the back of the head, leaning in to look at the girl.

The "pop" sound was very loud.

"Ouch!"

He Wu let out a small cry of pain, then blinked innocently and asked:
"Your Highness! Why are you beating me?"

Xie Zhao glanced at him sideways.

"It's not honest if I don't beat you. Why are you so close? You're almost looking at that girl's face.

You are already thirteen. If you were in Zhaoge City, a boy as old as you would be planning to get married. "

Hewu whispered:

"But, this afternoon you said I was too young, I was still a child.
Aren't I afraid that she is a craftsman? Your Highness is kind-hearted, but He Wu is afraid that you will be deceived by her. "

Xie Zhao's eyebrows skipped a beat and he said speechlessly:
"Me? Kind-hearted?"

This kid doesn't look very clever to begin with, but he didn't expect that he actually isn't very clever at all!

Both Ling You and Han Changsheng could see that she was full of bad intentions. How could she be so kind?

If she was deceived, it was her Xie Zhao who deceived others.

He Wu nodded repeatedly when he heard the words and said seriously:

"That's natural! His Highness Chitose is as light as the dust, and as bright as the sun and the moon. If anyone in this world dares to say something bad about you, he is definitely blind and has a dark heart!"

Xie Zhao held his forehead and sighed.

"Who taught this child? Why does it look like he has joined a cult? Old Feng, could it be that you taught them some nonsense before?"

Feng Yanxi was startled, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, and he said helplessly: "Your Highness, please stop joking."

He Wu looked at Xie Zhao with a confused expression.

In the heart of He Wu, the young scout of the Beacon Fire Guards, their "Thousand-year-old Sword Immortal" is the best big shot!
Otherwise, he would not have given up his noble family background and sent him to the Beacon Guard because of his family connections, just so that he could serve under the great hero Xie, a thousand-year-old mother clan.

However, why does it sound like His Highness Chitose doesn't like them telling the truth?

The young boy codenamed "He Wu" in Beacon Guard scratched his head innocently, not knowing why.

Xie Zhao pointed at him from the distance and took a deep breath, then turned his head and said to Feng Yanxi in a dumbfounded voice:
"Uncle Feng, are there fewer wars in recent years? Why are our Beacon Fire Guards becoming more and more 'simple'?"

". He is still young, so don't worry about him as a half-grown child. He will grow up in the future."

Feng Yanxi said with a smile.

Xie Zhao glanced at He Wu who was hiding aside and cooking quail with a sad look on his face. Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind and he asked in surprise:
"Which family's child is this? Why does it look familiar to me? It doesn't look like he grew up in Xunyang County." Feng Yanxi said with a smile: "'He Wu' is the grandson of Mr. Cao's family. He has admired our Xie family's three children very much since he was a child. The uncle is still a thousand years old, so he devoted himself to serving the country four years ago and joined the Beacon Guard. "

Xie Zhao was dumbfounded.

"What? Which Mr. Cao? The one from Cao's family in Guanzhou?
Feng Yanxi nodded.

"Exactly."

Xie Zhao asked again: "How many years ago did you say he came?"

Feng Yanxi replied: "Four years ago."

Xie Zhao was shocked.

"Four years ago? Wasn't he only nine years old four years ago?"

Feng Yanxi looked confused.

"Yeah. What's the problem, Chitose?"

Of course there is a problem!
Xie Zhao was speechless, and then said:

"What do you think? The Guanzhou Cao family is also a family of literary officials who are famous all over the world. Mr. Cao is a highly respected literary figure.

The nine-year-old child has not finished reading the book. When the battle is over, you can send him back to Guanzhou immediately, or send him to the Imperial College! "

Besides, it’s not yet to the point where the entire population is a soldier and life and death are at stake, so how can such a young child be allowed to go to the battlefield?

Feng Yanxi sighed funnyly.

"Isn't this your fault? Who makes our Chitose Highness the hero in the hearts of thousands of people in the Southern Dynasty?
Do you think Mr. Cao is really willing to let his precious golden grandson come to Xunyang County, the frontier county closest to the north of Tianchen, to come and go in the wind and rain?

Mr. Cao was also loyal to Chitose's character and reputation, and he couldn't bear He Wu's pleading, so he was willing to give in and allowed him to come to our Beacon Fire Guards to be a sergeant. "

Xie Zhao was speechless for a moment, and after a moment he said bitterly:

"It's all my fault, I'm too good!"

After hearing this, several Beacon Fire Guards nearby couldn't help but laugh out loud.

They did not expect that their experiences in the military in the past few months would actually allow them to meet an unexpected "best swordsman in the world."

It turns out that the "Thousand-year-old Sword Immortal" is not as upright and noble as the rumors say, and he does not eat the fireworks of the world.

The goddess of the Shentai Palace turned out to be a strange woman with flesh and blood, who could get hurt, get sick, and joke with others.

Many of the Beacon Fire Guards are homeless orphans, and many are descendants of the previous generation of Beacon Fire Guards. Of course, there are also many who are the descendants of Tianchen officials and officials.

"He Wu" comes from the Guanzhou Cao family, a great figure in Tianchen literary circles. His grandfather was Cao Xinian, the Minister of Rites during the late emperor's time.

Although the Guanzhou Cao family is not as important in the literary world as the four major Southern Dynasty noble families, the Xunyang Xie family, the Yongzhou Ning family, the Qinghe Cui family, and the Yingzhou Jiang family, they are still well-known civil servant families.

In fact, when Feng Yanxi was young, he also came from a family of officials. Feng Zhuo, the former admiral of the Nine Sects during the late emperor's time, was his father.

Feng Yanxi got back to business.

"What's wrong with this girl?"

Xie Zhao said: "I fainted and my pulse was quite stable. It must have been a combination of fear and fatigue. I fainted from exhaustion.

I saw that she must have walked a lot, maybe on foot from the Wang Zhang of the Yuwen Department. "

"Come here?"

He Wu came over and was speechless.

Xie Zhao opened the water bag and took a sip, moistening his chapped lips:
"Ah."

Three hundred miles is nothing to martial arts practitioners like them, but
She looked at the thin little girl lying on the ground with mud on her face and hands.

It was really hard for her to be a little runaway slave.

"Then what should we do? Our trip cannot be exposed, otherwise -"

Feng Yanxi said, making a "get rid of" gesture.

Although Feng Yanxi is a little intolerant, a small amount of intolerance will mess up the big plan.

Their traction lock is at the foot of the Goddess Peak. This is their only escape route after setting fire to the grain and grass in the Hanyongyu Wenbu Wang tent.

——This is their way home, and they must not make any mistakes or be exposed.

Xie Zhao gently touched the girl's leather boots on the ground with his foot and said casually in Hanyong dialect:
"Girl, what's wrong? Aren't you getting up yet? I know you're awake."

Feng Yanxi couldn't understand such a long Hanyong dialect.

He looked at her doubtfully, and the next moment he noticed that the thick and long eyelashes of the girl on the ground seemed to be trembling.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he understood something, and lowered his head again.

But he saw that the little slave girl Hanyong on the ground still didn't move at all.