Princess, she is so fragrant

The small river is narrow, and you can cross to the opposite bank by taking two more steps in the narrow part.There are often many stones by the river, and sometimes there are few, and the water surface is not always in front of people's eyes.The slave kept walking resolutely, and Wei Zhao found that no matter how he walked, he could always see the river after making a few turns.

Slave is an unexpectedly reliable slave.

Wei Zhao thought, so she relaxed, and gradually fell asleep amidst the sound of running water and the humid air in the forest.

She is very tired, staying in the palace all year round, and has not experienced much physical training. Even after gaining power, she still spends a lot of time on paperwork.This kind of life made her body too weak, and the sudden relaxation after the mental tension also made her overwhelmed, and soon fell asleep.

In the dream, there was the rustling sound of wheels crushing the road.The hooves of the horse trampled on the road, making a dull sound.It has been half a month since the sound started.

Wei Zhao heard the sound of birds in the woods, she lifted the curtain and looked out.

"Your Highness, don't worry, it's just that some birds are frightened." The chief guard came over and comforted Wei Zhao, "We will reach Ganzhou in one day. By that time, we can rest for two days. Good wine is produced there. , There are also Haike’s goods stalls there, collecting rare treasures from all over the world, which is quite interesting.”

"We're not here to play, but to maintain the shipping routes on behalf of my brother and the Great Zhou." Wei Zhao's voice cooled down, "At present, the pirates have been robbed of the Great Zhou's ships three times. Where is the palace? Still in the mood to have fun.”

"Yes, yes." The chief guard couldn't help but wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Your Highness is working hard for state affairs, it's my minister...it's my minister who wants to have fun."

Wei Zhao's face darkened slightly, she was about to hit the attendant for a few words.

"Bird...why, are you frightened?"

Wei Zhao said "Oh?" and turned his head.The slave kneeling behind her spoke. She had a pair of vigilant eyes, and looked up at the sky and the place where the birds were singing. She remained motionless, like a little cheetah ready to hunt violently.

"Who knows? Maybe it's because there are ferocious beasts inside, or maybe..." The chief guard doesn't like this slave. To be precise, he has the unique arrogance of the Dazhou people, and he only treats any slaves as useful or useful. It is a "tool" that is not easy to use.

Being contradicted by a tool made the chief guard's complexion look unattractive.It's just that in front of Wei Zhao, he still maintained his dignity as a nobleman of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and he didn't make any rude moves.

Wei Zhao's eyes turned, and she said, "I also want to know why the bird is frightened."

His Highness supported his slaves instead of himself.

The head of the guard's face darkened, but he didn't dare to show the slightest dissatisfaction with the eldest princess of the empire, so he hurriedly lowered his head: "The subordinate immediately sends someone..."

Before the words fell, there were swishing sounds in the sky, those sounds were sharp and violent.The first time Wei Zhao heard it, she was pushed to the ground by her slave before she had time to react.

She smelled the strange smell of incense and sweat mixed with the slaves, smelled the smell of blood, heard the crackling of the thin wooden planks as violently as when the window is knocked on during heavy rain, and heard the hoarse shout of the captain of the guard Voice.

"Attacked!!! Protect Your Highness!!!"

She should have asked the chief guard to check it out long ago, instead of waiting for the chief guard to finish his pretentious words.She should also prepare more guards for herself, not for the convenience of traveling lightly.

Of course, maybe she should have thrown a lot of trouble at her political opponents before she left, rather than giving these thieves a chance to set their minds on herself.

Wei Zhao slowly opened his eyes.

She saw her figure being pulled by the swaying bonfire into a long and hideous black shadow, which was twisted on the stone wall.When the flames burned, they made crackling sounds, which made up the various sounds of arrows piercing the air in her dream.Wei Zhao's body was covered with a long gown, which was much larger than his height, like a thin quilt wrapped around his body, dispelling the slight cold in the spring night.

Wei Zhao shrank back, and the tip of her nose was buried in the clothes.The smell of the slave enveloped Wei Zhao all of a sudden, and Wei Zhao frowned, but there was no discomfort at first, maybe she was used to it.

Of course... Maybe it's another possibility. At this time when she could only rely on slaves, she subconsciously, like every time before, she quickly and instinctively chose the direction that was most beneficial to her survival.

"Are you awake?" The slave's voice came, and Wei Zhao moved. She leaned against the rock wall. This cave is too shallow, very clean, and there are no messy animals left, but there are also bad places. You can see it at a glance. The entire outside of the cave.Wei Zhao saw two green glows occasionally floating outside the pitch-black area. It was so green, it was like seeing ghost lights in legendary novels when he was a child.

"Those...what are they?" Wei Zhao asked, her body shrunk a little bit, and she was completely covered by the coat, making her look like a small ball.

The slave casually glanced outside, then retracted indifferently: "Oh, it's a wolf. Don't worry, we have fire. These things are very afraid of fire, and they won't rush in."

As he spoke, the slave pulled out his knife, sliced ​​off a small piece of meat, and chewed it in his mouth.Her cheeks puffed up, making a chewing sound, showing a kind of exuberant vitality, which made Wei Zhao, who was watching from the side, subconsciously swallow—she looked hungry.

"It's ready, do you want to eat it?" The slave turned to look at Wei Zhao, she blinked her eyes, and seeing that Wei Zhao didn't speak, she added, "Master."

Wei Zhao pursed her lips, and she looked outside the cave.The number of floating green dots increased, making a low cracking sound.Wei Zhao shrank his body again: "Won't the smell of barbecue attract those things?"

"Maybe, but there is fire, they won't come." The slave replied with a nonchalant and relaxed attitude on her face, which subtly calmed Wei Zhao's worries.

"I want to eat." Wei Zhao sat up straight. She hesitated for a moment, then took off the long gown, walked to the slave, put her legs together, and sat down.

The flames swayed, and the warm temperature made the body that left the long gown feel less cold.Wei Zhao watched the slave's hands and feet briskly sliced ​​off a piece of meat, which was burnt yellow, exuding the smell of meat and the smell of oil.The slave held a long leaf in his hand, which was a banana leaf. This is the south, and banana leaves are quite common.

Without chopsticks, Wei Zhao frowned, but instead of losing her temper, she rubbed her fingers and touched them carefully.The meat was a bit dry, but the fat had been smoked out of the fire, making your fingers greasy.It's just that there seems to be no way around the current situation.Wei Zhao sighed and put it in his mouth. His articulation, which is used to fine grains, felt discomfort in an instant.

"It's so dry, so firewood... there's no salt, and it's very fishy."

Wei Zhao chewed hard while whispering.

The slave turned his head to see Wei Zhao struggling to swallow, so he took out a small bright red fruit from his bosom: "I'll have this after eating."

Wei Zhao stared curiously at the slave's outstretched palm.Perhaps it was due to race, the slave was taller than her, and her palm was bigger than hers, and the red fruit was dripping in the slave's palm, which looked small and cute.The slave worked for a day, but her palms were clean, and there was no dirt between the nails. There were fine scratches on the palms, which were old wounds, and there were calluses between the knuckles and the palms.

"Sweet?"

Wei Zhao asked.

"It's very sour." The slave replied honestly, "But I still have to eat it. Eating meat alone will..." She paused, hesitated, and uttered a word, "Constipation. It's shit..."

"Okay, don't say it, I know what it means."

Wei Zhao blocked the slave's unpleasant explanation with a dark face.She stretched out her hand to grab the sour fruit, frowned and took a bite. She paused, her brows knit together, and a deep mark was formed on her forehead, but she didn't stop talking.

The slave raised his eyebrows slightly: "Delicious?"

"It's not tasty." Wei Zhao said in a low voice, "But it's okay, I've eaten worse things than this."

The slave didn't speak, Wei Zhao looked up, she saw the slave looking at her quietly, with straight nose, deep eyes, flames and red hair echoing each other, this is a gorgeous face, without speaking but with a calm expression Wei's expression.Then the slave grinned and laughed, a little silly: "It seems that you have suffered a lot."

"I am your master, slave." Wei Zhao put down the fruit, her face was tense and serious, "A good slave will not pry into the master's affairs."

The slave shrugged. "Nobody taught me that."

Wei Zhao sighed and pressed his forehead.That's right, she regretted this very much. What did she think at the beginning?Leaving her slaves behind her in ignorance, let her grow savagely into what she is now.

Can't talk at all.

Don't know the rules at all.

But it's still useful... especially now.

Wei Zhao thought for a while, and showed the appearance of a virtuous corporal in the Princess's mansion: "You have made great contributions this time. When we return safely, I will naturally repay you. What do you want?"

Is it a bigger future?Or is it the freedom that every slave wants?Wei Zhao looked at the slave with some encouragement, no matter what it was, Wei Zhao felt that he could give it to her.

The slave thought for a while: "Fairian."

"What?" Wei Zhao looked at the slave suspiciously.

"Call me by name, Faileen. I am not called a slave," replied the slave.

Wei Zhao was silent for a moment, and she replied inexplicably with a bit of anger: "I only have you as a slave, so the slave is you, no matter what you call it."

"Your name means nothing."