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I probably know that Zhuo Yu made a decision after careful consideration, and I have been there before.

Yin Miaomiao breathed a sigh of relief. It was the cold winter month, and it was probably difficult to find a guide. It would be better if Zhuo Yu could get to know him.

Another thing to be thankful is that their horses are still in place and are hiding them with great effort when they come.

Before leaving, Zhuo Yu ate the cold sesame cakes left before, and the coarse grains pounded his throat. He chewed them and then swallowed them slowly.

Yin Miaomiao was worried that he was embarrassed, so he thoughtfully ate half a cake with him, and said: The cold tastes better than the hot ones, and it is sweeter.

The old man sold ordinary sesame cakes, which had no filling and no sugar. But starch turned into sugar when it encountered enzymes, she was not lying.

Zhuo Yu only said that she was comforting herself and smiled, half sincere and half miserable: it was good that I could have a stutter when I was a child, but it was rare that I had cold ones, and I had never eaten hot ones.

The prince forgotten in the palace is not even as good as the eunuchs and maids. The meal comes to him, and there is no heat. The cold winter twelfth month is even more dirty and oily. This is pretty good. The eunuch who gave him food is disgusted with it, the original model

It was delivered as it was, but at other times, it was more or less deducted, and the amount sent was not enough to eat.

Yin Miaomiao raised his eyes and saw that although he was self-deprecating, he looked calm. He was neither ashamed of his past experience nor complained about the current situation. He couldn't help but feel a little fond of him.

She didn't know if he was a wise ruler, but she could be sure that he was an open-minded and tenacious person - he would not hold a grudge because others saw his down-and-out side, nor would he be easily defeated by difficulties.

He deserves her help.

Yin Miaomiao thought and handed him the water bag left by the assassin on the horse's back: Eat slowly, don't rush.

Thank you. Zhuo Yu took two sips of cold water and swallowed all the food in his mouth. But you were wrong. We don’t have much time left, so let’s go.

He jumped onto the horse and identified the direction: Go here.

The two left one after another.

Three hours later, the sky became darker. Yin Miaomiao said: It’s getting darker, let’s find a place to spend the night first.

Zhuo Yu has not slept all night and has been traveling for another day. He also wants to take a break, but there is no place to stay in the village and behind the village. We have no place to stay in: Let's walk forward and maybe we can find a farm stay in the farm.

What is that? Yin Miaomiao shook his finger.

Zhuo Yu squinted his eyes and looked at it: It was someone else's farm. Rich families usually set up several farms in the suburbs, which can not only produce but also go to summer vacation in summer.

But in winter, there is usually only one family who is kept in the guard.

If the master is not here, the person in charge may not let us in easily.

Then we sneak in. Yin Miaomiao said, it’s so big anyway, just find a house to live in.

This suggestion is contrary to the way of a gentleman. Zhuo Yu originally didn't want to agree, but then he thought, all the world is the king's land, and he was in a hurry to follow the power. At worst, he could just turn around and give it a reward, so he also let it go: OK.

Yin Miaomiao admires his mentality very much. A real man is to bend and stretch: then this one is here.

This farm belongs to Wang Shilang's family, leaving only a couple to guard him, and there are two children under his knees. When it was dark, the sister took her younger brother to sleep in the compartment. After a while, the couple started to make a person with a groan.

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Yin Miaomiao hid outside the window and eavesdropped on the live broadcast for a while, and waited until they fell asleep before going back to the backyard to find Zhuo Yu.

He sat in the empty bedroom for a nap. The owner didn't live here, and there was not even a bedding in the room. It was impossible to sleep, so he could only take shelter from the wind and snow for a while.

Yin Miaomiao didn't think of this at first. Seeing Zhuo Yu's face turned pale, he said: Let's go to the kitchen.

It is not easy to burn the stove. It will not really turn off the fire at night. It is mostly because of the burial of Mars. Just a little bit of tweaking the stove can be burned.

Yin Miaomiao hadn't burned the stove for a long time. After exploring for a while, he started to boil it. Seeing that there was water in the tank, he simply boiled the hot water.

Zhuo Yu had never entered the kitchen. He stood at the door and didn't know where to put it. He stared at him for a while, but was instructed by Yin Miaomiao: Go there and sit there and cook the fire, don't get sick from freezing.

The kitchen is pickled, but on a cold winter night, what makes people want to get closer than a fire source? Zhuo Yu thought he had gotten into this, and there was nothing to be pretentious about. He sat down to the stove and folded it.

Two dry firewood were thrown in.

The firepower was transmitted over hotly, and the frozen limbs and bones gradually regained their consciousness.

Yin Miaomiao searched in the kitchen and saw that they had flour, so he kneaded the noodles and put two bowls of hot noodle soup.

Zhuo Yu held this bowl of hot soup and vegetarian noodles. The heat rose. Suddenly he felt extremely unreal, as if he was just having a ridiculous dream, rather than being chased and hiding in others in a hurry.

Eat a bowl of plain noodles at home without any oil.

I really hope it's just a dream in Nan Ke.

But his sore muscles and tired body told him that everything in front of him was real and he could not deceive himself.

What's wrong? Yin Miaomiao held the bowl and sat next to him, not wanting to eat it?

Zhuo Yu calmed down. Now is not the time to feel sad about spring and autumn: no, I just feel a little emotional.

Don’t think too much. Yin Miaomiao was not very hungry. After eating a few bites, he put down his chopsticks. There are many emperors who are miserable than you. If you don’t die, you will have hope of turning the tables.

Zhuo Yu nodded: What the girl said was. He picked up the chopsticks and put this bowl of noodles that had no taste into his mouth. I wonder if it was cold and hungry, it was much better than I thought.

Yin Miaomiao added firewood under the stove, and her mind was floating away: she didn't feel cold when she was running outside. Now she sat by the fire, and she didn't feel warm. Is this abnormality because of her inner strength in her body?

It seems that the most masters are not afraid of the cold and the heat.

Then what's wrong with her being able to set fire? Is a Taoist priest like Yan Chixia?

Zhuo Yu, I ask you, have you ever seen someone like me before? She sat next to him, stared in his eyes, and told the truth.

She asked carefully, and he thought for a long time before answering: No. I just heard that some people who have attained enlightenment have the ability to call the wind, rain, sprinkle beans into soldiers, but they have never seen it with their own eyes.

He had said similar things before, but Yin Miaomiao didn't believe them, but now he believed them 70 or 80 percent. That is to say, not only is the productivity similar to the ancient times she remembers, but also the culture is similar.

There is a culture like Buddhism, Taoism, witchcraft, but it is not a mysterious fantasy world.

If the spell she used was really a spell, the scope of investigation needed was greatly reduced.

Yin Miaomiao felt wider and stretched: Since you said that, it seems that I would use as little as possible in the future.

Zhuo Yu nodded: Be cautious.

You take a break. Yin Miaomiao brought a bundle of dry firewood to spread it on the ground, lay down for a while, and I will guard it.

Zhuo Yu did not refuse and lay down with his clothes.

This was the worst environment he had ever slept. He thought it was difficult to fall asleep, but when he was tired, he fell asleep as soon as he closed his eyes.

Yin Miaomiao sat cross-legged, thought for a while, and tried to bend her legs and pose with a five-hearted approaching the sky. Unexpectedly, she succeeded in an instant. Her muscles seemed to be very familiar with this position, and she did not change at all.

She suppressed her joy and placed her palm on her legs. She didn't know how to meditate, so she simply took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled it. After three deep breaths, she entered into a state of meditation.

This is a mysterious state. With every breath, a warm heat flow flowed through her body, and her heart and mouth were slightly hot.

She tried to capture this warm current, and when her mind moved, a picture appeared in her mind. But before she could see clearly what it was, her brain suddenly felt ache, as if countless needles were pierced into the cerebral cortex at the same time.

The severe pain made her wake up instantly and sweat profusely.

Yin Miaomiao pressed her temples and took a deep breath to calm the pain. Only when the stinging pain in her brain subsided did she concentrate on thinking about what had happened just now.

She seems to be a real practitioner of Taoism, so she should be entering into meditation. As for the warm current, maybe it is internal force or magic power, it is hard to say, but why does her head hurt so much? Is it related to her amnesia?

After thinking hard for a long time, I still can't understand it.

It was getting brighter.

Yin Miaomiao woke Zhuo Yu up before the family got up, and cleared the traces of the scene. He took away two thick steamed buns and sprinkled some debris next to him.

Zhuo Yu asked: What is this for?

Fraud the mouse. Yin Miaomiao clapped his hands and said, "Let's go, don't be revealed."

Zhuo Yu looked at her in a little surprised and swallowed back the suggestion of leaving some money for compensation. It is of course safer to let the mouse take the blame than leaving traces.

They walked around the backyard and took away two horses that had stolen hay.

Slight snow fell from the sky.

Zhuo Yu frowned slightly: This winter seems to be colder than in previous years.

Yin Miaomiao turned his head and looked at him: Are you cold?

Zhuo Yu shook his head. He also picked up good materials to wear when he went out for a visit. The crane cloak outside seemed ordinary, but in fact it was invincible in the wind and snow, which was very warm. But for the people, winter is the most difficult, and he was young.

Nian was worried that the days when heavy snow would occur would probably cause extremely severe snow disasters, and countless people would be frozen to death this winter.

A few days ago, when Xuan met the Imperial Heaven Supervision, the supervisor said that there might be disaster this year, but he had not had time to do anything and fell into this situation.

He was unable to protect himself, so why would he want to do this? Zhuo Yu smiled mockingly: It's okay, let's go.

Yin Miaomiao understood that when farmers saw the snow, they thought about the harvest for the next year. When the poet saw the snow, they thought about the willow catkins rising because of the wind. Only those who care about the world would think of the frozen bones on the roadside when they saw the snow.

She added a little bit of affection to him: Don't worry too much, maybe you can go back before winter ends.

I would like to lend you auspicious words. Zhuo Yu let go of his useless worries. It is urgent to arrive in Xuzhou as soon as possible. If you return to Beijing one day earlier, you will have one more chance of winning.

However, people's calculations are not as good as the sky's calculations. The snow is getting heavier and heavier. It covers the ground with whiteness. It is beautiful and it is hard to recognize the road. Especially Zhuo Yu has only walked once, and there is no boundary of the official road. He has recognized the situation.

road.

When it was almost dark, they had deviated from the official road and entered the forest.

Yin Miaomiao saw that Zhuo Yu's face was not very good, and smiled and said: It's okay, let's spend the night here and adjust the direction tomorrow.

She got off the horse, put two horses aside to rest, and directed him: Go and cut down some branches.

Zhuo Yu was worried and wished he could grow wings and fly to Xuzhou overnight. But things went against his wishes. Not only did he not get to the original post station, he had to spend the night in the wild.