Yi Xin as a concubine

Xin Baoer slept for one night in the room where Chu Xingchen had stayed for two nights. She slept very peacefully, as if she had not slept so well since leaving the north. Although she went to bed late, she was always falling asleep and waking up, so it was difficult for her to get up early every day.

This is probably just a habit!

"Baoer, are you familiar with your bed?" Zhao Xian saw Xin Baoer open the door and come out early in the morning. She paused while brushing her teeth and asked while biting the toothbrush.

Xin Baoer stretched lazily in an ungraceful manner, smiling peacefully and gently. Under the fragmented morning light, there was a feeling of peace and tranquility in the world.

Qin Chu stood on the rooftop and looked at the little girl. He whispered to Wei Yu, who was sitting beside him polishing his sword, "We should really chase the Second Master back. At least we can let them meet once!"

"Then what?" Wei Yu asked expressionlessly.

"What then?" Qin Chu was puzzled.

"After meeting once, they still have to go their separate ways. That man has never made any promises to Baoer except being a burden to her. Does he really want Baoer to be his concubine for the rest of her life?" Wei Yu said indignantly.

Qin Chu touched her nose silently. She and Qin Mo were both accomplices in making Bao'er a concubine. After all, she was the one who brought the news to Bao'er. At that time, she knew that Bao'er was her cousin. After knowing the plan of the great scholar Mo Yuan, the two siblings were happy to see it happen and helped to make it happen. On the contrary, Chu Xingchen, one of the parties involved, was the one who was not very willing.

At the beginning, she and Qin Mo wanted to use Xin Baoer as a link to get in touch with Chu Xingchen and add bargaining chips to their revenge plan. They also thought about taking Xin Baoer away from home after the success. However, it was because of the treasure Baoer that everything changed.

The development of events was completely out of their control. The little cousin who they originally thought was being schemed against by them had now become the one controlling their actions.

Alas! Qin Chu could only sigh, "The world is unpredictable!"

After having breakfast and asking the store owner to prepare dry food and water for the journey, the group got on the carriage again and headed in the designated direction.

However, this time the journey was much more comfortable than before. We traveled during the day and found an inn to rest at night. If there was no inn, we would ask farmers to stay with us. We walked and stopped from time to time, and after seven days we arrived at the small village where we sold frozen mutton before.

They were warmly received by the local people. While slaughtering sheep, the village chief Uncle Liao told them how much help they had given him over the past year and how much grain they had harvested. He was smiling all the time and no longer had the sorrow he had shown before.

In the evening, the whole village gathered around the fire, eating meat, drinking, singing and dancing. Xin Baoer sat in the middle of the crowd, but she did not seem very excited.

The road ahead is long for her. To paraphrase a saying from later generations, "The revolution has not yet succeeded, comrades still need to work hard."

It was late at night and Xin Baoer couldn't sleep, so she simply put on her clothes and walked out of the yard. The fire had not been completely extinguished yet. Several half-grown children were full of energy. They gathered around the fire and dug out the potatoes and sweet potatoes buried in the fire.

When they saw her come out, they enthusiastically invited her to eat. She didn't refuse. She took a sweet potato and peeled it slowly. She watched them with soft eyes as they ate it with big sizzling mouthfuls.

"My benefactor, why don't you eat it? It won't taste good if it gets cold." said a child.

"Silly Da Mao, what do you know? My mother said that the nobles don't eat these. They only eat white rice, which is fragrant and soft. After eating a mouthful of rice, they will eat a big piece of meat. It's so delicious." Another child said enviously. His mother worked as a fire-maker in the noble grandfather's house when she was young. His mother told him all this.

"Dog boy, don't talk nonsense. Benren is different from those bad guys. If it weren't for her, where would you go to eat such delicious sweet potatoes and yams?"

"That's right, you little dog, if you continue to say bad things about our benefactor, we won't be friends with you anymore."

"I didn't say benefactors. I was talking about those noble gentlemen. I even gave the sweetest sweet potatoes to my benefactors." Gouwazi retorted with a red face and thick neck.

Xin Baoer lowered her head and took a bite of the sweet potato. It was sweet, sticky and delicious. She chewed it slowly and watched the children quarreling with a smile. She had no intention of stopping them. On the contrary, she felt that such noise made her troubled mind calm down a little.

It was not until the elders of each family came to tell the children to go back to bed that Wei Yu walked forward and sat side by side with Xin Baoer beside the fire. He held a wooden stick and unconsciously poked at it to make the fire burn more vigorously.

"Why aren't you sleeping yet? It's December and the nights are cold."

"I have too many things to think about and can't sleep." Xin Baoer replied, but her eyes looked beyond the fire towards the north.

This village is very close to the northern border, and it can be reached in less than a day if you ride fast.

"Second Master and his men are near the border. Send a message to ask Yuyan and the others to wait. They won't be delayed for long." Wei Yu said tentatively.

Xin Baoer smiled, and smiled peacefully, "Ayu, I really don't have that much ability, I'm just holding on. If I go back to the north, I will probably retreat back to that small courtyard and never want to care about the ups and downs outside again."

"That's good too." Wei Yu said sincerely.

She really thought it was great. Bao'er was so delicate and kind, she should enjoy the best in the world instead of being busy and has no time to rest.

When they were traveling south, they deliberately took a detour to look for her and Zhao Xian's relatives, but they couldn't find them. In fact, she and Zhao Xian wanted to give up. After all, living in troubled times, separation and death are common. However, it was not until half a year later that she found out that Baoer had never given up and had always sent people to keep an eye on the matter.

It would be a lie to say that she wasn't touched, but she wasn't the type to show her emotions. She just kept the incident in her heart and treated her even better afterwards.

"That day will come." Xin Baoer said after thinking for a while.

Wei Yu could tell that she didn't want to continue this topic, so he stayed with her quietly until the fire burned out, and then they went back to the yard together.

The next day, Xin Baoer and a few others took great pains to bid farewell to the enthusiastic villagers and entered the Seabuckthorn Kingdom from a small path.

The path was originally difficult to walk on, but after a year of hard work by the caravan, it is now barely wide enough for a carriage to pass through, although it is still a little bumpy.

The carriage was swaying and moving very slowly, and Xin Baoer, who had a sleepless night, was actually shaken to sleep.

It was two hours later when I woke up again.

"Not there yet?" He was still a little dazed after just waking up. He limply lifted the curtain and looked outside. There were still dense branches and leaves outside, so he asked.

"It's almost there, about another half an hour." said Qin Chu, who was driving the coach.

Last time, it was just her and Wei Yu who went there. Although they didn't take the usual route, the distance and time taken were roughly the same.

Xin Baoer nodded and continued to close her eyes to rest. She slept too much and her head was still dizzy.

"Baoer, what should we do first when we get there? Do we have to open a store too?" Zhao Xian asked. As the financial director, she hadn't done the accounts for a while and her hands were itching.

"Not for now, but I have some ideas. I have to wait until I get there and see the situation first." Xin Baoer answered with her eyes closed.

"If you leave, those nobles in Nanzhao won't be able to find you. Will they cause trouble for our store?" Zhao Xian asked worriedly again.

"No, they are all well-known people. Besides, the design department was not established for nothing. Their works are now independent and much better than mine."

Xin Baoer is not being modest. She can draw, but she can't take measurements, let alone design clothes. She just has a good memory and a lively mind. She can draw inferences from one example and incorporate what she has seen and heard in later generations into her designs, which is why she stands out from the crowd.

She is not surprised at all that the people she has trained can surpass her. After all, the ancients were able to create one intangible cultural heritage after another in an era of material scarcity, and many of them cannot be reproduced by machines.

In her opinion, the wisdom of the ancients is even greater than that of modern people.

They said half an hour, and sure enough, just after half an hour, stone houses appeared before their eyes.

"Baoer, we're here."

Xin Baoer rubbed her legs which were numb from sitting, prepared to get off the car later, and opened the small window on the side of the car to look outside.

Not far in front of the carriage, there was a tall wooden archway with three large and neat characters "Xiaomu Village" inscribed on it.