Chapter 583

Ling Ziqing, dressed in white, stood beside the stone tablet and was carefully wiping the dust on the stone tablet handwriting with a handkerchief.

The swordsman is holding a machete and holding his arm. He doesn't know what he is thinking about. The breeze is blowing his clothes and robes, showing a little uninhibited and natural feelings.

Song Xijiao looked at it and suddenly felt that maybe the swordsman was the best one to live in the desert. He is bold and unrestrained, free and easy, and does not stick to the details, which is in line with the open and wild living habits of the desert.

However, contrary to his living habits, he is also a person who needs to be attached.

Because he can't find his root, he has no home, no family, wandering around, only makes people feel lonely, he likes to follow others, follow others, as if there is a place to go back.

Song Xijiao thought that now she has become his attachment.

After solving the windmill, Qiao Mu seemed to be shocked. For a moment, he hesitated and didn't show up for several days. He didn't know where to do what.

When song Xijiao had nothing to do, she went to Ling Ziqing's residence to play.

Even in Xianming pass in the desert, he kept his residence as elegant as Jinzhou City. A lot of flowers and plants were planted in the yard, and the huge rocks were cut into elegant and exquisite.

She enjoyed the scenery in the yard all the way. She came to the door of the study and asked the breeze, "where's the elder martial brother?"

Qingfeng was cleaning up Weiqi. When she heard song Xijiao's voice, she immediately got up and said, "you are painting in the room."

"Oh? So elegant

Song Xijiao then walked into the room. As soon as she entered the room, she saw a white figure standing in front of the table, drawing something on the paper.

She looked up and saw that he painted the scenery outside the city of xianmingguan. It was just the vague outline of the windmill on the river and the cheerful pink figure on the Bank of the river, which made her want to ignore it.

"This is my windmill and me?"

Ling Ziqing said with a faint smile: "yes."

Song Xijiao's cheek was a little red, some embarrassed: "what do you draw this for?"

Ling Ziqing said, "it's nothing to do. What about you? Why come to me when you have time. "

"I've got a temporary appointment, but I'm going to work for you. Give me your hand. I'll try your pulse

In the past time, Ling Ziqing traveled along the way and arrived at xianmingguan. He was weak. However, after Song Xijiao's careful care in the past few days, he gradually recovered.

She pinched Ling Ziqing's wrist carefully for a long time, nodded with satisfaction: "it seems that you have a good drink, I give you tonic."

"Of course," said the breeze! Since you met Miss Song, you've had a lot more food. Tonic is a bowl does not drop, so ah, Miss Song, if you want to let us childe's body bone good, don't always run around. If you are not around, you will be worried about you. If you can't eat well and sleep, you will not be well

Ling Ziqing didn't stop the breeze. When he finished, he seemed to have never heard of it. Naturally, he said with a smile: "the weather is fine today. How about going out for a walk?"

"Good!"

Despite the fact that song Xijiao is running around all day, she is almost always busy with things. She has very little time to go shopping. It was the end of winter and the beginning of spring. In March, the sun was climbing high and the sun was all over the ground. It was the most suitable day to go for an outing.

It's just that the desert is full of yellow sand, and there are not many places to play.

That small hill also because of the assassin's relationship, by Meng Xinghe key care, easily do not allow people to approach. There was no place for them to go, so they could only stroll in the city of xianmingguan.

"Well, I heard that general Meng is going to fight with the Fusu people."

"Yes I don't know if I can take a taxi. My three aunts have taken the whole family to their relatives' homes for refuge a few days ago

"Seriously, I want to go, but my son works under Miss Song's hands and refuses to leave. I can't help it. Do you think if we lose the fight and the Fusu people kill us, we'll all have to finish? "

As they were walking through a tea stand, they suddenly heard several people sitting in front of the tea stand talking about Meng Xinghe's going to fight against the Fusu people.

Song Xijiao stopped to listen for a while, and was surprised to find that although they were praising Meng Xinghe on weekdays, they really wanted to fight, but they didn't have much confidence at all.

No wonder.

After all, the army of the Daqing Dynasty has been fighting for decades, but they have not been able to distinguish between the victory and the defeat. No one can believe that in just a few months, they can turn the situation around and turn the defeat into victory.

Ling Ziqing saw song Xijiao's sad face and comforted him: "don't worry. The road should be taken step by step. If the people want to get back, they have to take it slowly."

Song Xijiao suddenly said, "elder martial brother, let's go and see Hu que."

These days she was only busy with her own affairs, but she forgot to care about the things in the barracks. She had not visited Hu que for a long time. Although Ling Ziqing and Hu que didn't know each other well, they were fellow townsmen after all. When they met in different places, they were more kind than others.Ling Ziqing did not refuse, followed her to the barracks.

Because there will be a war soon, the atmosphere in the barracks is particularly tense. Those soldiers who are familiar with song Xijiao in the past will inevitably laugh at her. At this time, they are not in the mood of joking. They come in and out in a hurry, with a trace of tension in their eyes.

They are not afraid to fight with their own people.

But they were really scared to fight with the Fusu people.

Every time they go out, they are either trapped or laid in ambush. When there is almost no victory, few of those who go out come back whole.

How to be afraid?

"Hu que!"

Song Xijiao was just looking for someone to inquire about Hu Que's whereabouts. When she looked up, she saw him walking forward with a horse. She quickly called out to stop him.

As soon as Hu que turned back, he found it was song Xijiao and said in surprise, "how did you get in?"

Now is the period of war preparation. The defense in the army is tight. People who are not in the same team can not enter and leave at will, not to mention two outsiders. But when he asked, he figured it out.

Song Xijiao is different from other people. Almost the whole army has already acquiesced that she is Meng Xinghe's future wife, so no one dares to stop her.

Song Xijiao looked at him a few times and felt guilty and said, "I'm sorry, I've been busy at this time and haven't come to see you. How are you doing? Are there any difficulties in the army now? "

"Difficulties, always."

Hu que sighed, turned his head and looked at the soldiers who were looking at this side curiously. He looked at Ling Ziqing and song Xijiao.

"Let's go inside and talk about it."

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