Chitose words

Chapter 470 Broth
The meat had been heated up once last night, so this was the second time it had been "reheated", so it certainly wasn't delicious.

Because even if you roast it again, the meat will still be a little hard due to repeated roasting.

Xie Zhao slowly tore the roasted meat in his hand without much interest, and then put it into his mouth bit by bit.

She ate very carelessly.

Zhuo Nan quickly finished his dinner. Even though they were of noble birth, people from the Northern Dynasty always ate quickly and could not learn the slow and steady manner of people from the Southern Dynasty.

After finishing his meal, Zhuo Nan looked at Xie Zhao, who looked listless and uninterested, and could not help but advise her, "Miss Zhao, you should eat faster and eat less cold food."

Xie Zhao looked back at him innocently and said, "There's nothing I can do. I just don't have a good appetite and can't eat fast.

The fortune-teller Lama said that I am only fit to be a gigolo in this life!"

Zhuonan was speechless, "."

He shook his head. Nine out of ten things this girl said were half true and half false.

But it's not annoying at all, and it makes people laugh and cry.

Zhuonan turned around and added another handful of hay to the campfire, then lay down on his side and pretended to be asleep, no longer paying any attention to her.

Xie Zhao over there was not a quiet person.

This guy was quiet for a while, and suddenly let out a soft "hiss".

Zhuo Nan tilted his head and glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, and saw that she was covering her abdomen with one hand, as if she was enduring the pain.

Finally, Kitachi Takako, who had been a Buddhist since childhood, could not help but ask:
"what happened to you?"

Xie Zhao said expressionlessly: ".Stomachache."

Seeing Zhuo Nan's half-believing and half-doubting look, she said in a low voice with a bitter face:

"It really hurts. I'm not lying to you this time."

Zhuo Nan's eyebrows moved slightly, and he frowned to look at Xie Zhao's expression.

In just a few moments, cold sweat was already visible on her forehead, so he knew that she was not bluffing him this time.

Zhuonan couldn't help but sigh when he saw this. He took the small metal pot that he carried in his package, walked to the river, scooped a pot of relatively clear river water, then came back and put it on the campfire and started burning it.

"When the water boils, put the meat in and eat it with the hot soup when it is cooked."

Zhuo Nan's eyes were calm.

"Hey, you're such a nice guy!"

Xie Zhao's nice words gushed out like crazy.

"Traveling with Brother Zhuonan is definitely the most far-sighted decision I have made on this trip."

Zhuo Nan was still calm. He smiled, shook his head and said:

"Actually, you really shouldn't wander."

"Ok?"

Xie Zhao's words of praise came to an abrupt halt, and he turned his head to look at him in confusion.

Zhuo Nan continued, "People like the girl are really not suitable for living outdoors.

Living a stable life in the family may be the best way for you."

"Is this the kind of person I am?"

The smile on Xie Zhao's face faded slightly.

"Then what kind of person do you think I am, Brother Zhuonan?"

Zhuo Nan said slowly: "Anyway, I am not the one who should live this kind of life. Sleeping in the open air will do no good to Miss Zhao's sick body.

What's more, the girl has the ability to protect herself and is also extremely intelligent.

Smart people naturally know how to make their lives more comfortable, so why would they wander around in such a precarious situation? "

"Whether it's right or not, we have lived peacefully for so many years."

Xie Zhao curled the corners of his mouth, and his smile contained a bit of pride that came from being mocked by fate but refusing to submit.

"To be honest, I was already riding a horse when I was twelve years old. Some people think that I should just sit there and live as long as I can. I am just a lucky charm, just there for fun.

Some people think that I am a hindrance to their lives and wish that I would die soon so that everything would be over.
But what I wanted from the beginning to the end was just to be myself again."

Unfortunately, it is impossible.

Xie Zhao was silent for a moment when he said this.

Since ancient times, it has been difficult to have everything in the world.

Zhuo Nan shook his head slightly, and for the first time directly refuted her words.

He said calmly: "In this world, no one can just be themselves."

Xie Zhao was speechless for a moment.

Yes, many people are born to live only one kind of life and have no choice.

The sons of military households were born to serve in the army to defend the country. The children of slaves would follow in their father's footsteps and feed horses and cattle. The children of merchants would become merchants and traders. The children of scholars and gentry would become officials after they became adults.
The sons and daughters of the Son of Heaven are destined to be poured into the furnace of heaven and earth.

They either ruled the world, or expanded the territory, or guarded their fiefdoms, or went out of the border to marry, or married to consolidate the imperial power, or died a miserable death.

If she had a choice, why would Xie Zhao have to live on the grassland in the cold winter, drinking the wind and dew?

After a moment, she still smiled freely.

Then, Xie Zhao smiled softly and said, "But I still want to try."

See if you can take a different path.

Even if my head is broken and bloody, even if my body is shattered into pieces.

Zhuo Nan looked at her steadily.

After a moment, he was silent for a moment, and suddenly smiled faintly.

"Alright."

How do you know it won’t work if you don’t try?

After the water boiled, Xie Zhao threw the roast meat into Zhuonan's small pot again, reheating the venison for the third time.

Only after it was cooked through did she hold the small pot and slurp the hot soup.

After taking two sips, Xie Zhao suddenly remembered something. In the interlaced light of the fire, he raised his head and looked at Zhuo Nan.

Zhuo Nan seemed to know what she wanted to say, and shook his head lightly, saying:

"I'm already full, I don't want any soup, please help yourself, girl."

So, Xie Zhaosui buried his face back into the pot with a clear conscience, and this time he drank without even raising his head.

To be honest, she didn't have any decent meals during the days she was guarding Langya Pass. It was normal for her to eat steamed buns in the cold wind on the top of the city every day.

It’s not because the officers and generals of Langya Pass were so careless in serving Her Royal Highness the Princess.

In fact, the soldiers were fighting hard, and Xie Zhao really didn't want to cause them trouble.

So on the first day of arriving at the border, she had already made it clear that she would eat and drink the same food as the soldiers without any distinction.

Now, this pot of hot venison soup is more to Xie Zhao's taste than roasted venison.

It seemed that the hard-to-swallow, fishy-smelling venison wasn't so unpalatable anymore.

Zhuonan also quieted down. He quietly roasted the fire and waited for Xie Zhao to finish eating.

After Xie Zhao drank a small pot of hot soup, his stomachache gradually eased.

The two rested for a while, then got up, packed up their things, extinguished the campfire, and prepared to set off overnight.

After a night of travel and a whole day of traveling the next day, the two finally arrived at the Jiji pastureland in the southernmost part of the Arjo grassland two hours later.

Zhuo Nan reined in his horse, looked at the red sky, turned back and asked:

"Are you okay? Should we go straight to the death platform or rest for a while?"

Xie Zhao said succinctly, "Let's go to the platform now, before it gets completely dark."