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I also heard the sound of the horse's hooves behind me, getting closer and closer.

I didn't dare look back. I just jumped and breathed in and out, my throat burning.

A string of incomprehensible words rose up behind me, and the whip wrapped itself around my waist like a rope with eyes. It wrapped around me until I was strong and pulled again, and my feet rose into the air.

A large hand, like an eagle holding a chick, lifted me by the waist and then lowered me onto the back of the horse to walk.

The world was still spinning. He hadn't eaten anything these past few days, so he could only heave in pain.

It's really desperate. We thought we saw hope, but heaven is always inferior to man's wish.

The horse didn't stop, it walked for a long time before it stopped at another place. He jumped off the horse, grabbed me and threw me on the ground. Two old women came out of the tent like house and helped me in.

I wondered if I had been saved, not by Madame Zhou, but by a thickset man with a dark red face, and the two old Northwest ladies who looked at me and laughed and wiped my face with a wet towel and said something to the man and the stout man smiled at me good-naturedly.

"Who are you?" I asked with some fear.

In a strange place, strangers, or even people who had just escaped from another place, other than familiar people, would be afraid to see anyone else. They would be on their guard.

He didn't understand and stared at me.

The old woman gestured a few times and said, "Mo …" "Afraid, I …" What followed was that he didn't understand.

I used to think that everyone spoke the same thing, but now I feel that a great conflict is really too big for me to understand. Every place has a local dialect, and I don't even understand the dialect. After walking so many places, I feel like I'm really a frog in the well.

They didn't seem to want to hurt me, and they made me a cake with milk to eat, but the smell was so strong it made me want to puke.

The old woman looked a little disappointed and said something to the man. The man rubbed his head and smiled, then looked at me kindly.

Lying on the kang, smelling the stench of cattle and sheep's fur, I couldn't sleep, even without a day's sleep, my heart always held high, my eyes wide in fear that something unexpected might happen in the next moment.

Still, I fell asleep.

Waking up to a sound I was familiar with, I began to tremble all over and looked piteously at the old woman. Don't let me out, the one calling me in the Northwest Language is Madame Zhou, and I don't even have to look at her to recognize her voice.

An old woman smiled at me and went out. I shook my head hard and told her not to let me out, which she didn't understand, and pointed to the door and went out.

It's a bit weak, but there's nothing I can do in the end. I hope you don't say that I don't want to go back to that animal like life anymore.

The only other old woman was calmly sewing in the doorway, smiling at me, pointing at the cloth on her hands and then at me.

But my attention was still outside, and I tried to hear what they were saying, and soon the old woman came in, smiling at me, and I put my finger to my lips, and she looked outside for a moment and said nothing, but sat at the door with the woman, sewing.

Indeed, in just a short while, the granny broker screamed again.

This time, she said something and left after a short while.

Gasping for breath on the kang, the pain in my heart, she finally left. Did I escape her? If she hadn't captured all the people, she would have come to check on them. Previously, when the old woman said that she didn't believe it, she didn't want to kill them. When she saw the two old women sitting at the door sewing, she would have believed that there was no one here.

There was a shout for horses outside, then a heavy step, a cheerful one, and two old ladies laughing stood up and came in with a great deal of food.

He stood on the kang and looked at me and smiled. It was a simple, kind smile, and he raised his hand to touch my face.

"Eat …" "Rice." said the other very forcefully.

I smiled at them and nodded slightly.

They're so good, I think I'm really going to have a bad time. Good luck is coming.

The young man was very good to me. He went to buy rice and rice every day, and also bought some fresh vegetables. Under their careful care, my illness slowly recovered.

It took the old woman a few days to make her clothes, and then she gently stuffed them in my hands. Slowly I began to understand some of what they were saying, and I asked for a pen and paper to write to Xia Juntang. I thought he would rescue those who had been caught, not ask for help.

There was a questioning look in his clean eyes as he thrust it eagerly at the boy from the northwest, and when I smiled gratefully at him, he put it away with a look of longing and disappointment in his eyes, presumably thinking that I had written a letter home to ask my family to come and fetch me home.

On the prairie he told me to ride and chase sheep, he rolled in the grass for me to see, he sang to me.

I quite like the sky here, so blue, the grassland here is so far away, the mind of the people here is very simple, if not happy, pulled the face without words or just say it out, happy singing, rolling.

I didn't leave an address in that letter, and I didn't know where this was. I just scribbled on the letter and told Third Prince to go and capture Old Madam Zhou.

If there's no one left in the capital, then let this person disappear. Northwest, not bad, after learning to drink milk from the first day and pulling it around for a few days, I slowly got used to the smell and knew that the boy who had saved me that night was called Zatsi. One of the old women was called Lamm, the other was called Yama, and Zatsi was adopted by them.

I liked the milk tea Rahm made, and the cake Yama made, and I drank it and said softly, in the Northwest tongue, "Mama, Yama."

They would open their mouths and show their sparse teeth and smile like mothers, a kind smile that would make people's hearts go soft, and sometimes like the emperor, they would pinch my face and call me Little Beauty in the Northwest Language.

The women of the Northwest were mostly healthy and strong, born in the prairie, they were straightforward and had a straightforward personality. They were good at singing and dancing, and they were also good at everything, but men still liked more beautiful girls. For a plain looking person like me to come here and make them call me a little beauty, I am truly happy.

I think my life is really big, is it fated for me to leave the capital just like this? I really want to leave that place.

I died, that Yun Wanyi already died in Lian City, and the current me, cannot be more ordinary. In my hand, I carried a pancake outside and called out, "Zaar Tsi."

So the strong little guy would ride in the sun to come here, life, is new, and I am vaguely, but the heart is very empty.

I tried to change, to adapt, to feel the purity of this land. It was the scent of smoke coming from the soil, the softness of the bleating.

Love the wind here, there is no wall to block it, free to stop as you like, how like the flight.

Zatechi, a beautiful wreath in her hand, dismounted and came toward me, her clear eyes warm and excited.

He tried to put the garland on my head with both hands, and I smiled and turned my head away, seeing the disappointment in his eyes, and smiled and gave him the pancake. "Yama made it," I said.

Turning around, I saw disappointment in the eyes of the two old men. I pretended to be ignorant as I said, "Raise the sheep and rear the sheep."

I like living here, like quietly lying on the grass looking at the blue sky and white clouds, feeling the breeze brush the smell of face, they open, I understand.

But no, I can't like anyone anymore. There was once a man in my heart who was so kind to me, but he was so cruel to me. His shadow was not something I could chase away just because I wanted to.

I heard from Zaitsi that Mrs. Zhou had been taken away, so she deserved it. If she did too many bad things, she would be taken away eventually.

And I, so calm, so good, so comfortable life.

No one came to see me, and I enjoyed it, and I tried to do what I could to repay them for saving me.

But I was too red to do anything about it, and the sheep and cattle were always on the run, or else the little sheep would knock me over, and as if I were addicted to it, I got up and arched me into the green grass again, and Zaitsi saw on the horse that I was laughing.

Slowly, I'll be able to forget everything I want to forget, including him. No matter how deep he is in my heart, he will always go out.

And he'll forget me, too. The best woman in the palace is a woman, a beautiful woman.

No matter how heavy the injury is, it will always be better. No matter how much love is wounded, it will always be put down. Moreover, I'm just a chess piece. How long can he keep it in his heart? I kept thinking about it, and I kept feeling sour and I wanted to cry, but I knew I didn't want to go back to him.

After living there for almost a month, my face was reddened by the sun and the wind in the northwest, and my weak body was slowly becoming stronger. Zatechi liked to buy me clothes, the clothes worn by the Northwest woman, the ones worn by the Northwest woman. I had changed my clothes, and from the water, I could no longer see the weak, pale Yun Zhiqiu.

Zatechi would bring me the favorite snacks of his daughter's family from the bazaar, and Ram and Yama would look at him with sighs in their eyes. He didn't understand, but they could see that.

I leaned over him and whispered, "I'm sorry."

She patted my shoulder. "You don't belong here."

"You're here, you want to be here, but you're looking elsewhere." "You don't belong here."

"I want to be here."

They looked at each other and smiled. "You're just a kid," they said.

I don't understand, but I love to be coquettish, steal the sugar from the yama pancakes, and surreptitiously add more milk to Rahm's brewed milk tea.

They would laugh and say, "Scoundrel's child."

Grassland how good, incomparably more tolerance, let me shout out but not angry, quietly listening as if I was a friend. But when I finished shouting, I felt empty again.

Zaitsi said he was going to sell sheep at the market with him. I held the whip carefully, but I couldn't bear to lay it on the sheep. As I walked, I was nudged by the naughty ones.

"It doesn't want to be sold. It's just a child."

He couldn't help but shout into the sky, "Don't ever be a slut again!"

Haha, Rahm and Yama used to say that we were children, and now I'm going to tell them how to teach him to take it.

"Just watch the grass. Don't let it arch you to the ground."

Am I really that stupid? I looked up at the blue sky, but as I kicked at the grass, I actually fell down on the grass again and heard Zatecki's powerful, mournful roar.

Ai, I really did not fall on purpose. Wasn't I just paying attention to that place and not to the ground? Who taught the heavens here to be so bright and beautiful?

Yang'er rushed to the market. Most of the people coming and going were from the northwest, but there were also troops coming and going in groups of twos and threes. Today might be a gathering day, but there were a lot of people coming and going.

There were people from the capital, people from the south, and even people with strange clothing.

Zatechi told me that the people with the weird clothes and the deep features were from the Kingdom of Ruteng.

I seriously looked at a few, really is not the legendary wolf head tiger body, alas, really spread false. It doesn't look any different. It looks pretty good.

The little goat that had been poking at me, squeezed to my side, squatted on the ground and rubbed its head gently against me. The white wool was like a cloud.

"This is what I want to sell first." Zaitsi pointed to the lamb.

I hugged him and cried piteously, "Zatsi, don't sell it, okay? I'll work hard, don't sell it."

The Northwest language and the Capital language were mixed together, and he could understand it. He shook his big head and said, "It's a ram. It's always been with its mother, and it still always has a grudge against you."

"Alright, alright, I will work hard." I pleaded coquettishly. Every time he used this move, he would not withdraw.

"There's really nothing I can do about you. Do whatever you can to help me." He coldly snorted, but his eyes were filled with a smile.

Well, it's good to have you acting like a brother, I thought with satisfaction. When I saw the two troops approaching, Zatsi stood up and asked them something in the Northwest Language, and the two of them held up a stack of pictures and said, "Take a good look, have you seen this man before? If you see him coming to the office right away, it would be worth a million taels of silver.

They looked at me for a moment and then they left. Zatecki held up the picture and said, "This woman is beautiful."

Yes, that woman's drawing was really beautiful, with her long and beautiful hair combed in a noble manner. She had a long, slender, Liu Mei, her black eyes were calm and collected, her smooth skin had a tall nose, small and delicate mouth, a pointed, slender face, and long black hair. Her beauty was a combination of weakness and pride.

He believed I was alive, and he came looking for me.