There were thousands of waves on the sea surface, and the boat was swaying steadily. The sea breeze was still roaring, but the cabin, which was half covered with sunlight, was extremely silent.

"You two." The boatman knocked on the bedroom door.

"Hey!" The door opened with a sound. Baili Fengjian did not calm down the expression on his face, it was a bit frighteningly cold at the moment.

The boatman was stunned. He saw that he had taken off his hat and veil. With his straight nose, deep eye sockets and fair complexion, could it be possible that he had really guessed that he was from Zhen Yi?

I cried secretly in my heart, but luckily I had already boarded the ship. If I were discovered at the dock, not to mention making money, I am afraid that my neck and head would be in danger.

"I think there will be wind and waves in this weather, so I came to tell you. If you feel uncomfortable then, I won't pay for it." Even though the boatman knew that the person in front of him was not easy to mess with, his tone still changed unconsciously.

Got the taste.

Zhenyi people, slaves of the subjugated country, are slaves, and the fate of being beheaded is low.

There are three generations of Lincang people, and Zhenyi's generation are still alive. Lincang people already despise Zhenyi people in their bones, but the latter still has the dream of rejuvenation in their blood.

Baili Fengjian frowned slightly, squeezed out a syllable through his nose as an answer, and closed the door without ceremony.

It wasn't the disrespect in this tone that made him feel uncomfortable, but it was the fact that even a boatman could so naturally reveal his disdain for the Zhenyi people made him feel uncomfortable.

It’s not that I don’t know that the situation of Zhenyi people has been really miserable in the past hundred years. It’s just that they can’t hide from the world in Jiahuang Mountain, and they see less.

In addition to the millions of Zhenyi tribesmen who were imprisoned in the Yunhunhu Sleeping Ground, where their life and death were uncertain, there were still 100,000 tribesmen who were lucky enough not to suffer this disaster, and about 10,000 people moved to the far north to receive Jiahuang.

Shannan Qiong Sect protected him, but he was forced to change his living habits and endure the cold weather and freezing ground.

However, the situation of the remaining tens of thousands of people is even more miserable, wandering all over the continent. Those who formed a rebellion were either hunted down by the imperial army, or were living in hiding in Tibet; those who were reduced to slaves, their life and death depended on the whim of their masters.

Cangren was good at wielding swords and guns, and was cruel by nature. To satisfy his perverted taste, he came up with all kinds of horrific methods to torture Zhenyi slaves.

I heard that in the earliest years, the torture was mostly bloody. At that time, the Zhenyi people also went around to launch riots, and tens of thousands of people were captured.

The group of monsters in the imperial capital came up with a way to make a legless dance team composed of Zhenyi slaves who had their feet cut off, and danced with their bodies on the ground in front of the captive warriors who refused to give in, until they jumped to the

Died of exhaustion.

Kill a dancer, kill a warrior.

In the following decades, the uprisings of the restoration of the country gradually decreased, and most of the Zhenyi people were reduced to out-and-out slaves... Most of them were mainly slaves. In addition, it was unknown where the Yunhunhu was transported from the sleeping ground.

As puppet slaves, the Lincang nobles lived a very corrupt life.

However, this corruption was all based on trampling on the Zhenyi people, and the miserable nation was suppressed with no chance of recovery. As a result, many people wanted to defect to Jiahuang Mountain, but most of them were discovered and killed on the way.

, or died in the harsh environment because they could not cross the two natural chasms of Qianzhiling and Jihua Road.

No wonder, even a small boatman would despise Zhen Yiren so much.

But even if he wants to draw the sword...where can he point it? The world is so big and full of cancers, and there is only one sword, so he can't even start.

The most you can do is to protect the person in front of you and live an ignoble existence.

He has deep inner demons. Even if he hesitates, his deep-rooted thoughts will be difficult to change for a while.

"Ah Che, close the window." He turned around, his face as calm as water.

There was no immodest smile, nor did he narrow his eyes with murderous intent. He was so calm, with a majesty that was irresistible and unable to argue.

"Oh." It was rare that he didn't argue with reason, so Jingche obediently and honestly went to close the window.

"If you feel bored, Master will accompany you for a walk outside the cabin while the waves are not too big."

Jing Che wrapped himself in the quilt and refused very firmly: "No."

Just because you don't argue doesn't mean you don't have opinions in your heart.

There was no response for a long time. Jing Che couldn't help but look back and found that the person was no longer in the cabin.

What should I say, seeing that she is unhappy, as the master, it is time to comfort her.

If it had been in the princess's mansion before, her father and a group of servants would have tried every possible means to make her happy.

How could she end up with such a master? He was a heavy drinker, extremely lacking in responsibility, and most importantly, didn't care about her at all.

The more I thought about it, the more depressed I became. I squinted my eyes and pursed my lips. The messy things in my mind these past few days passed by in a flash. I was thinking about it, and it became a mess. And because I got up too early in the morning, I was really tired, so I gradually fell asleep.

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When I suddenly woke up, I didn't know why I was not sleepy at all. When I opened my eyes, a bright moon hanging in mid-air and shaking violently came into my eyes.

The cold moonlight slanted on the window lattice, and through the thin window paper, he saw the rough and dark sea. Only then did Jing Che come back to his senses. It was not the moon that was bumping, but the boat was shaking too much in the wind and waves.

Like a tiny mayfly.

Her mind became clearer, but an overwhelming feeling of discomfort suddenly surged up in her stomach. The pain made Jing Che's little face turn pale. She grabbed one of the wooden handrails and sat up.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Baili Fengjian leaning against the wall, sitting cross-legged on the bed, with his head slightly hanging on the hilt of the sword in his arms. Half of his face was enveloped in the clear moonlight, and half of his face was hidden in the darkness. He didn't know whether he was asleep or not.

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Jing Che staggered over and tugged at the corner of his clothes.

It was just a very light nap. When he was slightly disturbed, he immediately opened his eyes. His expression was very clear, but there was still a slight hint of sleepiness in his tone. He sounded extremely gentle: "Ah Che."

"Master, I feel uncomfortable." Jing Che said with a bitter look on his face, and climbed up to him and sat down on his own initiative.

He stretched out his hand to check her pulse, and frowned helplessly: "Little girl, you can faint like this even if you are on a boat."

Then she put the sword to one side, held her hand very naturally, pressed the tiger's mouth, and a warm and pure Qi was sent over.

"How do you feel?"

Jing Che leaned on his shoulder, and the warm Qi circulated throughout his body, inducing soft sleepiness again: "Well, I feel much more comfortable."

He lowered his eyes and took a look, and when he saw that her complexion had improved, he said with relief, "Then let's sleep a little longer, Ah Che."

Holding his arm, she put on a playful smile and said, "I want to sleep in Master's arms."

Baili Fengjian hesitated slightly.

But he had never thought deeply about why he hesitated for a moment when it was a matter of course.

Jingche didn't wait for his answer, so he got into her arms on his own initiative, and said plausibly: "The quilt over there is a little thin, I'm cold."

She found a comfortable position and lay down, resting her head on his arm and burying her face in his clothes. The faint scent of wine didn't seem so annoying now.

Jing Che was a person whose emotions came and went quickly. He had long forgotten the depression he had felt just now and closed his eyes as if he was about to fall asleep.

The smile was hidden in his warm chest.

Baili Fengjian pulled the quilt and wrapped her around her. The girl's softest part was separated from his abdomen, and her breath evenly breathed on his chest, making him feel warm inexplicably.

He took a deep breath and calmed down, his eyes falling on her peaceful sleeping face.

She was the one who was as vicious as a little beast with claws and fangs before, and now she is the docile and sweet person. Such behaviors are all based on her inner temperament, she laughs when she is happy and cries when she is in pain. She is born with a reckless and domineering aura.

Dare to love and dare to hate, and believe that the world is black and white. He doesn't know whether this kind of temperament is good or bad. But what he knows is that because of what he and his young apprentice have experienced, the years they have spent, and the people they have met.

People are different, and their values ​​of right and wrong are different, so the conflicts between them can never be completely resolved.

Even if the master, benevolence, and disciple are harmonious at the moment, the next second they may be at odds with each other, as if they are enemies with sworn hatred.

He is a very easy-going person, and sometimes he will be quite annoyed by his young disciples.

But now that I think about it, it's just a difference in persistence between them. Coupled with some of her petty tempers, perhaps because Sheng hasn't been around to take care of her since she was a child, she will always be a little overly decisive and sensitive.

Even if she is favored by the stars, she will still have unknown grievances. In fact, her nature is very good, just like the "Che" in her name.

It is as clear as moonlight, holding it in the palm of your hand for fear of getting dusty.

But in this troubled world - where is the pure land?

He sighed deeply in his heart and turned his eyes to the window.

The looming sea surface was dyed turbid black by the night, and the waves were still roaring tirelessly. The moonlight was obscured by thick fog, making it extremely bleak.

And Baili Fengjian, who had extremely sharp eyesight, caught a glimpse of two large ships approaching on the horizon. The sound of distant cannons was mixed with the sound of the overwhelming sea tide.

"Master, is it the sound of cannons?" Jing Che was not asleep. He was in the too quiet cabin just now, and he could distinguish the roaring sound and sat up vigilantly.

"It should be so." But his tone was calm and calm, without any hint of caution.

Seeing how calm he was, Jing Che also understood. It was these two ships chasing each other, so naturally they weren't coming for them.

It's just that this late at night, what kind of ship escaped in such a hurry?

Before Jing Che could ask, there was a sudden knock on the door outside the cabin. It was the panicked voice of the boatman: "It's the empire's fleet that's coming! Are they here to arrest you? But it has nothing to do with me!"

"If you're afraid, just stay away from that direction." He said in a leisurely tone, aloof from the incident, while gently stroking Jing Che's long hair with one hand.

Jing Che sneered, but suddenly his laughter stopped and his tone became serious. He raised his head and stared at the green stubble growing wantonly on his chin: "Master, tell me, is the person the imperial fleet wants to arrest?

Are we Zhenyi people?"

Baili Fengjian's expression changed.
Chapter completed!