Marry my elder sister? Fine! I'll give you the letter of annulment and marry someone else.

Xie Ting's reply made everyone laugh, and soon someone turned the conversation to Chunhua.

"I said Sister Chunhua is so beautiful, why don't you try your best to marry her?"

Xie Ting scratched his head. "Why did Chunhua like me? Stop worrying about it."

He used his knife to cut off a large piece of yellow mutton and handed it to Song Zhi, "Boss, don't listen to their nonsense. I understand the principle that rabbits don't eat grass near their burrows. They will definitely not bring disaster to their own family."

The others were just joking in good faith, so they didn't insist and moved on to other things.

Everyone was having a great time drinking and eating meat. There were not so many intrigues and twists and turns as in the capital. Everyone was straightforward.

Xie Ting is indeed a chatterbox. He is talkative to begin with, and even more so after drinking a little wine. He hugged the soldier next to him and started talking about how he wet his bed at the age of five and his lofty ambitions.

Everyone just went along with him, sometimes even saying "hmm" perfunctorily.

The young soldier on Song Zhi's other side said, "Don't worry about him, Boss. Whenever he drinks, he'll tell us all about his ill-fated first half of his life. We've heard it so many times that our ears are callused by it."

Song Zhi felt that the young soldier looked very young, so he asked him how old he was.

The young soldier smiled innocently and said, "I am sixteen years old, but I look younger than I actually am."

As Song Zhi had a great time chatting with everyone, everyone realized that Song Zhi was not at all arrogant, so those who were originally a little reserved started to talk freely.

When the atmosphere was at its most tense, some soldiers stood up and sang songs from their hometowns or danced dances from their hometowns.

While they were dancing, a soldier who could play the xiao stood beside them and played the xiao.

The sound of the xiao is distant and deep, carrying rich emotions and artistic conception.

Everyone's laughter reflected the firelight, and under the night sky, the scene was indescribably beautiful.

Except for those on duty, everyone drank a little bit of alcohol in the evening.

Xin Wanyun was afraid that everyone would catch a cold if they were lying on the ground, so he asked them to support each other and go back to the tent to rest.

Although Song Zhi also drank some wine, he was not drunk and was still sober.

She pulled Xin Wanyun to sit next to her, and the two of them sat in front of the campfire, admiring the moon and chatting casually.

When the bonfire was almost burnt out, she stood up and said, "Aunt Xin, I'm very happy today."

"Just be happy."

Xin Wanyun smiled kindly, then stood up and personally took her to the tent prepared for her.

Song Zhi's tent was next to Xin Wanyun's tent. After sending Song Zhi there, she also slipped into her own tent to rest.

It was the first time for Song Zhi to sleep in such a place, so he inevitably suffered from insomnia.

Because she was worried that she might not be used to the cold here, there was a charcoal fire burning inside to keep her warm.

She lay on the bed made of wooden boards, and many scenes of her rebirth flashed through her mind.

At this moment, she felt extremely calm. Even if Sun was resurrected and stood in front of her, she would not seem to have any emotions at all.

As for Mu Qinghan and Song Yale, they were like people and events from hundreds of years ago.

The grudges and hatreds of the previous life have been resolved.

In this life, everything is developing as she imagined.

In the second half of the night, the temperature dropped sharply and snowflakes began to fall from the sky again, but Song Zhi still had no desire to sleep.

It was not until dawn, when the snow that had been shoveled away outside had piled up again to the thickness of a fist, that she fell into a drowsy sleep.

Because Xin Wanyun gave everyone a day off today, no one got up early to practice.

However, they still got up on time, had breakfast, and then began to clean up the white camp.

Some people were in a playful mood and built several tall snowmen.

At noon, Song Zhi woke up because he was hungry.

She dressed neatly and walked out of the tent, seeing that the entire camp had been cleaned up.

Xie Ting led a small group of people to go hunting deep into the mountains again. According to him, although they had stored a lot of meat in the natural snow cellar, it would be difficult to go out hunting as the snow became thicker in the future, so they had to seize the time and go now.

Everyone agreed with this, and several women with excellent archery skills also went along.

Song Zhi ate up all the food specially reserved for her, and then asked someone to take her for a walk around.

The snow is still falling. Judging from the days, it is very likely that the snow will not stop in the next few days.

There are mountains all around, and opposite the mountains is the State of Wei.

The Wei State had a large population and limited land, and had tried several times to cross the mountains and seize Tianqi's land to relieve pressure.

But I failed every time.

But this does not mean that the State of Wei was weak. On the contrary, the people of Wei were born belligerent and strong, and were often invincible on the battlefield. The neighboring countries around Wei did not want to confront them head-on.

This is also the reason why the Dog Emperor chose to throw 300,000 troops here directly to deter others.

With an army of 300,000, even the most belligerent ones would have to think twice.

It's snowing so heavily now, and the State of Wei would not be stupid enough to attack in such a harsh environment.

Song Zhi turned her gaze to the right. They only needed to make sure that they did not engage in internal conflicts with the imperial army in the remaining time.

Just as he was thinking this, a group of soldiers in Tianqi uniforms suddenly walked down the mountain on the right.

A hint of murderous intent flashed in Song Zhi's eyes, and he instantly took out the dagger at his waist and made an attacking gesture.

However, the next second, she saw the familiar face at the head.

It’s Meng Qi.

Song Zhisong breathed a sigh of relief and put his heart back into his stomach.

Meng Qi is still an ordinary middle-aged man, so ordinary that he is even a little ugly.

His skin was darker than the last time he returned to Beijing. Maybe because it was too dark, the scars didn't seem so obvious anymore.

Seeing Song Zhi, Meng Qi walked over happily.

"Miss Song, when did you arrive?"

Song Zhi said, "He just arrived yesterday."

"What a blessing."

Meng Qi couldn't help but sigh, "It snowed heavily again last night, and the road up the mountain is covered with snow again, making it even more difficult to get here."

"Is it safe for you all the way here?"

"Don't worry, we thought we'd come here sooner or later, so we've already prepared the path and tread it down every day."

After Meng Qi said this, his stomach growled at an inopportune time.

Not to mention him, the soldiers behind him also looked weak and looked like they hadn't had a full meal for a long time.

Meng Qi was a little embarrassed, "I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, young lady."

"It's okay, let's go back and eat something first."

Song Zhi brought a few people back to the camp. The fireman was already accustomed to their arrival and quickly prepared a table of food for them.

Meng Qi and others immediately started to eat voraciously.

Xin Wanyun asked, "The imperial court still doesn't support you?"

Meng Qi swallowed his food and snorted coldly, "Support? General Feng has written countless letters asking for help, but apart from the few cotton-padded clothes he sent at the beginning, every subsequent letter fell on deaf ears. There's no support at all. Even those cotton-padded clothes he sent at the beginning only totaled 100,000 pieces. Who would wear them?"