Koi Fubao: Being loved by everyone on the road to escape from famine

Xiao Zhixue nodded slightly, slowly paused, and gave up the idea of ​​continuing the chase.

Fan Yanmu's eyes fell on Xiao Zhixue gently and carefully, examining every detail of her. After confirming that she was not hurt at all, his tense heartstrings finally relaxed, and an imperceptible smile quietly bloomed at the corner of his mouth.

On the city wall, Gu Huairen waited quietly for the enemy's backs to completely disappear from his sight before he slowly gave orders. The heavy city gate creaked and slowly opened. Soldiers quickly poured out and began to clean up the traces and sorrow left on the battlefield.

Xiao Zhixue followed Fan Yanmu, Ying One and Ying Two into the city silently, and then disappeared into the bustling crowd like smoke in the wind, leaving no trace.

Gu Huairen walked down slowly from the city wall, thinking of the mysterious young man who had fought alongside Fan Yanmu. He was eager to summon him to express his gratitude, but when he looked everywhere, he could not find Xiao Zhixue.

"Prince Fan, where is that heroic little brother who shared your hatred for the enemy? Why can't we find him?"

He was full of doubts. He had clearly seen him returning with the three people, but in the blink of an eye, he seemed to have disappeared from the face of the earth.

Fan Yanmu knew very well that Xiao Zhixue's move was actually to protect her hidden identity. He looked calm and replied in a low voice: "The hero left quietly a long time ago without staying for a moment."

His words revealed an indescribable regret and respect.

Upon hearing this, Gu Huairen couldn't help but slap his thigh, his expression mixed with annoyance and regret: "Oh, Master Fan, how can this be! If such a brave and martial arts boy can be recruited into our army, it will undoubtedly add a great general!"

His words were filled with regret for not being able to retain the love in time.

The corners of Fan Yanmu's lips twitched slightly, and he chose to remain silent.

He knew in his heart that revealing Xiao Zhixue's true identity would be tantamount to putting her in the spotlight. He was even more afraid that after Gu Huairen knew about it, he would have the idea of ​​letting Gu Tingxuan and Xiao Zhixue get married.

Recalling the contemptuous attitude that Gu Huairen had shown towards Xiao Zhixue because of her peasant family background, Fan Yanmu knew very well that once Gu Huairen discovered that the hero on the battlefield was Xiao Zhixue, he would definitely re-evaluate the relationship between Xiao Zhixue and Gu Tingxuan, and even promote their marriage, which was something Fan Yanmu absolutely did not want to see.

On the other side, Xiao Zhixue had returned to the camp safely, and her family members were anxiously awaiting her return.

When they saw Xiao Zhixue standing safely in front of them, everyone rushed over almost at the same time, their concerns evident in their expressions.

"Third girl, tell me quickly, are you injured anywhere?"

Zhou Shuqiong looked Xiao Zhixue up and down. Seeing her daughter covered in blood, her face turned pale instantly, and the anxiety of maternal love almost overwhelmed her.

Xiao Wei, Xiao Tingrui, and Xiao Tingxuan also looked nervous and concerned, their eyes fixed on Xiao Zhixue, afraid to miss even the slightest discomfort on her part.

Xiao Zhixue looked at her family, her eyes flashing with comfort and strength: "Dad, Mom, don't worry, I'm fine."

These words seemed to have magical power, instantly calming everyone's anxiety and worry.

Afterwards, Xiao Zhixue came to the water's edge and carefully washed off the dust and blood on her face and body. She also took off the bloodstained cotton coat.

This cotton coat carries too many hardships and warmth of life. In the severe cold of winter, keeping it clean seems to be a luxury.

She stared at the cotton coat that had once been as warm as before, and a feeling of regret arose in her heart.

My eldest brother Xiao Tingrui has always been in weak health, so how could we let him wear such blood-stained clothes?

After all, in this rural area that emphasizes auspiciousness and cleanliness, certain traditional taboos still have to be observed.

Seeing this, Zhou Shuqiong immediately understood her daughter's eyes and thoughts, and said softly: "Child, don't be sad, it's just a cotton coat, mother will make you a new one."

These simple words are filled with a mother's infinite love and understanding for her children.

Just as Zhang Yu was about to execute the order, a breeze blew through the camp, bringing a gentle breath that did not belong to the battlefield, as if silently telling of pity and sympathy.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Zhixue frowned slightly, turned around and looked at the crying Aunt Li, with a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.

She spoke slowly, with a firmness in her voice that could not be ignored, "Wait a minute."

Zhang Yu paused, looked back at Xiao Zhixue, and waited for her further instructions.

Xiao Zhixue walked towards Aunt Li, and every step she took was filled with heavy history and choices.

She stopped in front of Aunt Li, her eyes gentle but firm, "Aunt Li, I know you are in pain and anger. But in this chaotic time, we should support each other instead of blaming each other. Let me see your wound, maybe I can relieve some of your pain."

Aunt Li was stunned. Through her tearful eyes, she saw sincerity and concern in Xiao Zhixue's eyes, a kind of warmth that she had never felt from this young woman before.

After a while, she trembled and put down her hands that were covering her face. Her tears mixed with the soil, leaving traces like the marks of time.

With the help of Xiao Zhixue, she managed to sit up straight, with complex emotions flashing in her eyes, including doubt, unwillingness, and subtle gratitude.

Xiao Zhixue gently checked Aunt Li's injuries, took out a few herbs from the medicine bag she carried with her, prepared a simple ointment on the spot, and carefully applied it on the swollen cheek.

As the coolness of the ointment seeped in, Aunt Li's pain seemed to be relieved a little, her breathing gradually became steady, and the flames of hatred in her eyes also weakened slightly.

Witnessing this scene, the surrounding soldiers looked at each other, and the atmosphere quietly changed.

On the edge of a battlefield where life and death intertwine, such warmth is particularly precious, like a ray of light in the darkness, reminding everyone that even in the most difficult moments, the warmth of humanity can penetrate the ice.

Gu Huairen was inside the tent, watching all this through the gap, his frown gradually relaxing.

He didn't say anything else, but just nodded silently, as if deep in his heart, he was also touched by this inconspicuous act of kindness.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Yu withdrew the order he was about to give, and instead whispered to the soldiers to maintain order, ensure Aunt Li's safety, and keep the camp quiet.

After treating Aunt Li's injuries, Xiao Zhixue did not leave immediately. She squatted down and gently comforted this ill-fated woman in an almost equal manner.

At this moment, the grudge between the two women seemed to no longer be important, and their will to face suffering together created a subtle tacit understanding and understanding between them.

In this land torn apart by war, a subtle bud of reconciliation has quietly sprouted, heralding an oasis of hope amid despair.

The soldiers surged forward like a tide, their rough fingers tightly clasping Aunt Li's thin arms, and almost half dragged and half pulled her towards the tent.