The young man stared at her silently.

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, Ah Yi could vaguely sense his emotions. Perhaps the young man thought that she had been deceived into eating food and was now full and ready to die.

  "Let me take a look at myself, what are you doing making a mess!" Song Chu waved her hand, "Dont just stand there like a wooden stump, come and help me up!"

  As if he wanted to investigate the truth of her words, after a while, the young man finally moved his body and helped her up from the ground.

  He was injured, previously on high alert, so he didnt feel the impact too much. Now it seems that he has arrived at a place where he thinks is relatively safe, and as soon as he relaxed, the pain became more pronounced. He had difficulty moving and used a lot of effort to send Song Chuyi back to her original position.

  "Hey, whats your name?" Song Chuoyi sat down on the haystack. After a while, seeing that the young man didnt seem to want to respond at all, he said, "A name is a precious gift from ones elders. If you have a name, then say it! A dignified husband, why hide like a thief!"

  In this world, not everyone can have a name. A name represents ones identity and only those with a certain social status are qualified to own one. Since this young man is not ordinary, he must not be an average commoner living in the wilderness.

  "Zhao." The young man took out a few wild fruits from his bosom, rubbed them on the dry grass, and tossed one to Song Chuyi.

  "Sir?" Song Chu asked.

  In the pre-Qin period, surname and clan name did not represent the same meaning. For females, it was their birth surname, which was originally determined by the matriarchal clan system and could not be changed later on. The clan name, on the other hand, was a symbol of the family and could change according to changes in the familys circumstances. There were no fixed rules for clan names; some were derived from official positions, such as Gong Sun, while others came from the place where they lived or held office, like Sima or Xukong. Some even took their fiefdoms as their clan name, such as Han and Zhao.

  In short, those of low status have a surname but no clan name, only the noble ones have both a surname and a clan name. Song Shi asked this question simply to determine the young mans origin.

  "I dont know." The young man bit into a fruit, and the sour juice seeped into the wound on his mouth, causing him to grit his teeth in pain.

  His appearance touched the last bit of warmth in Song Chuyis heart, and she thought back to when her situation was similar to this young mans. "What is your name?"

  The autumn fruit is very precious, although its either sour or overripe, but since winter is approaching, there will be no wild fruits to pick for a whole winter and spring. The young man concentrated on eating the wild fruit, only slightly shaking his head.

  Song Chuoyi handed the fruit back to him, "Let me give you a name?"

  The young mans line of sight first saw the wild fruit she handed over, and under his astonishment, he looked up at Song Chuyi. Everyone was fighting each other for a mouthful of food, if it wasnt for him being stronger, he would have died in the wilderness long ago, no one had ever given out food they got their hands on before.

  "Leaning against the building listening to the wind and rain, lightly gazing at the rivers and lakes road." Zhao Yi Lou. Song Chu Yi maintained this pose, smiling and asking him.

  Many years later, the young man recalled that he didnt understand the meaning of this sentence at all, but only felt that her action of peeling fruit was very good under the autumn sun, and the kindness released on that not-so-beautiful face, he liked it very much.

  "Good." He quickly reached out and grabbed a fruit from Song Chus hand, afraid that she would change her mind.

  Lean against the building and listen to the wind and rain, look down on the rivers and lakes. Song Chu lay down in a pile of dry grass, let out a sigh and closed his eyes, continuing to rest.

  Leaning against the building, listening to the sound of wind and rain, I feel that worldly affairs are so dull. This is Song Chuyis state of mind at this moment.

  She had just seen her own reflection on the surface of the lake, and combining it with what happened last night, she must have poisoned her brain when she took the poison. At this time, she should also be able to guess what happened.

  There was a moment of shock, but the way of heaven is cyclical, with cause and effect. Some things that wont have results are better not to be pursued in vain.

  Song Chuoyi turned over and rubbed her sore waist, then fell asleep in a daze.

  In the daze, I could hear the rustling sound of the boy piling hay on her body, and my heart warmed up slightly, falling asleep to such a sound.

  In my dream, I saw a city of Yang surrounded by flames of war.

  In the midst of raging snowstorms, everyones movements seemed extremely clumsy. The person standing on the city wall was tall and slender, wearing a grey robe with wide sleeves and a black cloak, his eyebrows and eyes were as they always were, even his brow was furrowed in its usual habitual way.

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, he stepped on the snow and walked slowly to the persons side, standing shoulder to shoulder with him, looking at the killing in the city below. After a while, he suddenly laughed out loud.

  Min Chi seemed to sense something, suddenly turned his head, gazing at the falling snow, and in an instant shifted his attention back to the battlefield below.

  A meaningless dream...

  When I woke up from my sleep, it was already pitch dark outside.

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, when she opened her eyes, all she could see was a room full of hay and the faint moonlight shining through the gaps. Recalling the scene from her previous dream, she thought to herself that the Qin army would be rushing over hastily, so they might not have any outstanding strategists or good generals; the Qin state would likely send reinforcements later on, so its not certain that Wei would lose, making the chances of winning and losing roughly equal at 50%.

  This is what its like after she died? Song Chu was a bit suffocated, what kind of explanation is this, even if you dont look at the battlefield, she can still guess the situation.

  Song Chuanyi emerged from the haystack, immediately feeling a chill that pierced his skin and causing him to shiver. He turned his eyes to see a black shadow huddled in a ball at the base of the stone wall, with some wild grass piled on top of it.

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, what was laid under ones body was straw. Although it was prickly, it was warmer than those weeds that still had mud on them.

  She reached out and pulled him, "Zhao Yilou."

  The young man jumped up suddenly, and didnt even react to the voice "Zhao Yilou" calling him. He stared at her warily for a while before relaxing slightly.

  "Lets sleep together." Song Chuyi said, feeling a bit suspicious of being too intimate with the young man, and added, "In this situation, whoever gets sick is not good for us, we dont have medicine."

  Zhao Yilou stared at her for a long time, her messy hair covering her entire face, with purple and dirty marks on her chin, unable to discern any expression.

  At first, Song Chu was impatient, "Ancestors! I didnt care about it, what are you hesitating about?"

  Zhao Yi Lou hesitated for a moment, then quickly burrowed into the haystack. Cold and hungry, he was almost used to it every day, so he didnt have that kind of pride, to suffer in vain for an unfamiliar woman and those useless rules.

  Song Chu followed him and crawled in. The straw was originally not much, one person sleeping was slightly more comfortable, two people could only squeeze together.

  "You cant sleep without washing up clean at night!" Song Chu couldnt help but kick the boy to the side with her foot, sniffing the strange smell emanating from him.

  She asked herself that she wasnt a picky person, in the army camp she had smelled all sorts of stench and sweat, but this smell on Zhao Yilous body made her have to be slightly disgusted, otherwise it would really be out of tune.

  "Mind your own business!" Zhao Yi Lous tone was unpleasant, but he still faced her directly.

  This is a manifestation of distrust for people who have been living in the wilderness for a long time.

  "I think its better if you turn around." Song Chu rubbed her nose and said, "In my humble opinion, protecting yourself from wild beasts is more important than protecting yourself from me. Look at me, a weak and foolish woman, without you, I wouldnt be able to leave this place either, so how could I possibly harm you?"

  Here is desolate and uninhabited, from the appearance of the young man just now, it is clear that he is always on guard, mostly often suffering from beast attacks.

  Zhao Yilou didnt think deeply about what was meant by "weak and inferior women" and how they would know these things, she just felt that what was said made sense, so she turned around.