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"Whether you want to go or stay, you should come out and say something."

"What are you talking about if you stay in our village and don't leave?"

"That's right, we let our men hunt every day, and we also give you an extra ration..."

The women who blocked the door of Huang Bo's yard kept criticizing and scolding each other, as if Fang Yuanxi could eat a wild boar in one day, making them suffer.

"Mom, I don't want to marry Miss Yuanxi."

Zhang Jiaming ran over, pulled his mother, and shouted to these women: "In the worst case, I will hunt, and you won't need to share the prey with Miss Yuanxi in the future."

"Hey, you kid, why don't you have a clear mind? We are trying to find a wife for you."

"This silly boy..."

These women were helpless, and Mrs. Huang shouted: "Since the son of the old Zhang family doesn't want to marry, then let the stupid son of the old Liu family marry."

The old Liu family is really a stupid son. He was born with a mental retardation and can't take care of himself like a three-year-old. Mr. Huang doesn't know what to worry about.

Zhang Jiaming and Guan Xueyang were so anxious now. Uncle Huang wanted to go in and persuade Fang Yuanxi to let her marry Zhang Jiaming. At least this silly boy was an honest man. If these women really forced Yuanxi to marry Old Liu Didn't the intellectually disabled son of the family push her into the fire pit?

At this time, Fang Yuanxi came out, carrying a big baggage on her back. It was obvious that she had been packing her things in the room just now.

"Yuanxi, what are you..."

Uncle Huang was stunned. The women at the door, Zhang Jiaming, Guan Xueyang and the others were stunned and asked anxiously: "Sister Yuanxi, are you leaving?"

"Child, there is a war and chaos outside, what are you doing?"

Uncle Huang was so anxious that he went up to take Xia Yuanxi's baggage, but she took a step back, shook her head and said in sign language: "Uncle Huang, I have troubled you enough here, and now I have made up my mind to go south to find His Highness the Eighth Prince. "

Huang Bo, the only one who could understand Fang Yuanxi's sign language, said anxiously: "Yuanxi, there are Huns everywhere outside. You, a girl, are going south. What if you encounter danger halfway."

"Yes, Sister Yuanxi."

Guan Xueyang came up, took Fang Yuanxi's arm and said, "If you leave, what if Brother Zhou can't see you when he comes back."

Fang Yuanxi was startled, but she shook her head and looked at the village women outside the earthen wall. She shook her head at Guan Xueyang and Uncle Huang, and said with a smile and sign language: "I believe His Highness the Eighth Prince is in the south, you don't have to worry about me."

Huang Bo and Guan Xueyang looked at each other, knowing that Fang Yuanxi had made up his mind and was determined to leave.

"Miss Yuanxi, don't say that we forced you to leave. We asked you to marry the son of the old Zhang family because we wanted you to become a member of our village." Huang said strangely, and the other women also agreed.

Fang Yuanxi smiled at them and shook his head, bowed slightly to Uncle Huang, and then walked out with his baggage on his back. The women at the door stepped out of the way and looked at them with various eyes.

"Sister Yuanxi..."

Guan Xueyang chased him out, and Uncle Huang sighed helplessly.

The men at the entrance of the village watched Fang Yuanxi come out and kept talking to persuade her to stay, but she just smiled and shook her head in refusal.

Guan Xueyang and Zhang Jiaming followed them all the way out of the village entrance. Fang Yuanxi walked towards the south. When he saw that they were still following, he turned back and signed: "You guys go back."

"Sister Yuanxi, please don't leave, okay? We will hunt and raise you."

Guan Xueyang begged to stay, and Zhang Jiaming also said: "It's so dangerous outside, you can't go south alone."

Fang Yuanxi shook his head slightly. Guan Xueyang and Zhang Jiaming had no choice. They took out all the dried meat rations they had and Zhang Jiaming also took out a dagger and stuffed them all into her: "Take it to defend yourself."

"thanks…"

After Fang Yuanxi nodded her thanks, she walked south alone in the vast snow. She didn't know what was waiting for her on the road ahead...

Guan Xueyang and Zhang Jiaming could only watch until her figure gradually disappeared from sight...

Winter has come to an end, but the snow has still not melted. Fang Yuanxi, wearing an animal skin sweater, was walking hard in the snow with a bag on her back. She relied on her memory and followed the route she and Zhou Jingyu took when they went south.

Stopping and stopping, she only walked more than 20 kilometers in one afternoon. However, the distance to the south was thousands of kilometers. With her feet, when would she be able to go south and see the Eighth Prince...

In Lingnan City, a mutiny was taking place in the temporary palace.

The fifth prince Zhou Yiwen secretly sent an assassin to assassinate the eighth prince Zhou Jingyu. This incident angered King Nan Zhen, who entered the palace with a long sword on the spot. He forced the emperor Zhou Yi and had to order the fifth prince to be thrown into the dungeon.

For a time, many princes were panic-stricken, because they knew that Nanzhen King Yu Feizhang was Zhou Jingyu's uncle, and the south was his world. Even if the dynasty temporarily moved the imperial capital to Lingnan City, Nanzhen King still would not take it. Zhou Yi, the emperor, was in his eyes.

Because he wanted to support Zhou Jingyu and become the new emperor.

Zhou Yi and the other princes knew this in their hearts.

In the palace of General Wang in Nanzhen.

"Jingyu, do you want to be the emperor?"

In the main hall, King Nanzhen had already retreated and said seriously to Zhou Jingyu who was sitting in front of him: "As long as you agree, I will find a reason to capture Zhou Yi tomorrow!"

This is treacherous, but as the king of Nanzhen, Yu Feizhang has this strength, because the survival of the entire Zhou Dynasty depends on him.

However, Zhou Jingyu frowned. He naturally wanted to sit on that throne. If he hadn't escorted Fang Yuanxi northward, I'm afraid the throne would be his now.

"Uncle, the most important thing right now is to attack the Xiongnu and regain the lost territory of our Great Zhou Dynasty!" Zhou Jingyu raised his head, looked at King Nanzhen, and said: "As for this matter, let's talk about it later, okay?"

"it is good."

Yu Feizhang pointed at him and said with a smile: "As long as you have this determination, my uncle will definitely help you achieve great things."

Zhou Jingyu smiled and said: "Thank you, uncle. Now we should take advantage of the fact that the Xiongnu Empire has not yet been consolidated, raise our troops and go north to regain the lost cities and save our people..."

In fact, he has been thinking about Fang Yuanxi in a small mountain village in the north. He wonders how she is doing now.

Originally, Zhou Jingyu wanted to send someone to the north to bring Fang Yuanxi back, but the journey was long and there were Huns, so he did not dare to take the risk.

But Zhou Jingyu didn't know that she was currently hiking in the snowy wilderness of the north.

After walking a full thirty kilometers, night fell. Fang Yuanxi had to find a shelter from the wind behind a hillside, took out his fox fur cloak, huddled up, and lay on the snow covered with animal skin sweaters, enduring the night. The cold wind is biting…

The next morning, Fang Yuanxi woke up from the snow, cleaned herself up, took a few bites of the cold and hard dried meat, and continued walking towards the south...

After several days in a row, she finally walked out of the northern edge. Along the way, she looked at the corpses piled up in countless corpse pits. She was so frightened that her pretty face turned pale and her heart trembled uneasily. At the same time, she also saw several waves of Hun soldiers passing by on horseback. Fortunately, She escaped by hiding.

After seeing some beautiful young women among the refugees being trampled and insulted by the Huns, Fang Yuanxi quickly made her face look like a beggar, not wanting to suffer the same fate.

"Girl, where did you come from?"

I met some old people on the road. They looked at this thin girl who was wrapped in a thick animal skin sweater and had a dirty face. They asked, "Are you going to the south?"

Fang Yuanxi nodded.

The old man waved his hand to persuade: "Girl, don't go. The south is more chaotic. It's better to escape elsewhere."

However, Fang Yuanxi had firm eyes and continued walking towards the south.

The few fleeing refugees shook their heads and ignored her. In today's world, human lives are like grass and no one can care about anyone.

A few days later, Fang Yuanxi finally arrived at a city leading to the hinterland of the Central Plains, called Beilin City.

Now Beilin City has been ruled by the Huns for a long time. Seeing the Huns guarding the city gate, Fang Yuanxi was so frightened that he observed in the forest for a long time. Seeing that not all of them were captured, he mustered up the courage to walk out and go to the city gate. Go.

If you want to go south, you must pass through this city.

"stop."

The Hun soldier pointed at her. Fang Yuanxi was so frightened that she trembled all over and lowered her little head.

Two Hun soldiers walked up to her and lifted Fang Yuanxi's chin with their big hands. They saw that her face was dirty and there was a smell coming from her body, which made the two Hun soldiers look disgusted: "Where are you beggars?" , hurry up and get out..."

Fang Yuanxi was excited and nodded quickly, blending into the crowd and heading into the city.

But the next scene shocked Fang Yuanxi. He saw wandering people all over the city, not the bustling scene he saw when he went north.

Under the rule of the Huns, the people had no life, no one was doing business in the city, and there were homeless and beggars everywhere. It is conceivable that these Huns in the wild land of the north could only rely on brute force to fight and could not govern a country at all. nation.

Indeed, since the Xiongnu king proclaimed himself emperor in the capital, he has never governed the occupied cities and lands.

On the contrary, they slaughtered countless people before, making the people of the Zhou Dynasty hate these Huns from the bottom of their hearts.

Even if the Huns did not massacre the people later, these people still did not obey the Huns emperor.

In addition, these Huns now only want to enjoy themselves if they occupy a city, thus giving the Southern Zhou Dynasty a breathing space and an opportunity to counterattack.

"It is said that the King of Nanzhen in the south is recruiting troops and is preparing to send a large number of troops to the north to regain the lost land in the Central Plains..."

"Really? It's great..."

"Hmph, what's the use? Even if we send out troops, can we defeat the Huns?"

"Yes, our Great Zhou Dynasty is corrupt and emphasizes civility over military affairs. We don't have any generals who can fight. How can we talk about regaining the Central Plains and saving us ordinary people."

At this time, there was a group of refugees in rags sitting next to the street. They all came from other places. When Fang Yuanxi saw a group of Huns soldiers passing by, she quickly hid among these people and listened to their words carefully.

"The royal family of the Great Zhou Dynasty is incompetent, and the emperor is even more so now. If it weren't for King Nanzhen guarding the south, the Great Zhou Dynasty would have perished a few months ago."

"Ugh…"

A group of people sighed.

Now Fang Yuanxi felt worried as she listened, worried about Zhou Jingyu and even more worried about her father.

Suddenly a refugee said: "But I heard that the Eighth Prince Zhou Jingyu has returned to the south!"

His Highness the Eighth Prince…

As soon as she heard Zhou Jingyu, Fang Yuanxi became excited. She stared at the refugee with phoenix eyes and couldn't help but tug at his sign language and asked: "Has His Highness the Eighth Prince really returned to the south?"