Qingping

It was a warm autumn day, the weather was clear and sunny, and the ships in the port were preparing for their departure.Singing military songs and playing cheerful music, the soldiers in high spirits on board were saying goodbye to their families.They wore the uniform of the uniform, the owner's shiny epaulets, proud long feathered hats and shiny military boots.One by one, the warriors who seemed to be returning soon brought the fruits of their victory.

The enthusiastic priests and high priests of the temple kept spraying them with words of blessing and words of encouragement.The sinners of the country on the other side who do not believe in the Temple religion are evil and shameless. They will attack and occupy your property and your homeland!All we have to do is to conquer them and let them know that under the grace of God, their souls can be forgiven and eternal!

These advocates of the temple even called a group of young girls.Flowers singing, cheering and applause.The girls bid farewell to the heroes who were about to conquer. They knew their place in the speech of the emperor Osseto I, guarded their homes for the heroes, and dedicated their enthusiasm and kisses to victory.Say goodbye to these heroes who will fight for what they believe in!

Qingping watched all this coldly, as if watching those noisy comedies.He gently picked up the seeds he had bought, bundled them tightly in rough sacks, and put them on his back.Turning around, he handed some copper coins to the crew who helped him bring these plant seeds from the empire across the sea, and walked out of the dock with a blank expression.

"sorry!"

Qingping was grabbed by the clothes on the shoulders by a warm hand.

He turned his head blankly, it was a slightly immature face.It was a soldier, wearing the uniform red military uniform of the empire, with a fluffy and soft feather on the magical hat.On his back was an iron shield inlaid with the emblem of the temple, and at his waist was a beautiful long sword that was polished with silver light.

He grabbed a person by the shoulder, and the young soldier felt his disrespect, so he returned his hand angrily, and smiled apologetically and shyly.When he raised his head again to look at the boy who had just been shopping with the crew, he blushed suddenly.

He has wheat-colored skin, tall stature, and a pair of black obsidian eyes that are always calm, without emotions, a kind of innate peace.He was wearing ordinary linen clothes on his well-proportioned figure, and his black hair was tied up casually.Arms were exposed from the short sleeves, and the powerful muscles were tense, and the slender fingers grabbed the pockets on the back, standing upright.

He even had a little illusion, whether he saw the God of War statue in the temple.There are no exaggerated muscles, no huge stature, but he is so wise that people feel that he should stand tall and colorful in the temple, and be worshiped and admired by people.

Qing Ping looked at this little soldier who was staring at him obsessively, with a hint of questioning in his eyes.

"Oh." Awakened by Qingping's eyes, the soldier immediately remembered his purpose.

"Are you going to Scarborough?"

Qingping was stunned for a moment, then nodded after a while.He lives very close to that small town and can pass by there.

"Give my regards to a girl there, she used to be the one I love." The little soldier smiled bitterly, lowered his head, and said embarrassedly, "Tell her to sew a shirt for me, Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme, and all joints to be sewn by hand. Then she will be my sweetheart. And tell her to pick a field for me, and have parsley, mouse Weed, rosemary, and thyme, between the sea and the beach, and she'll be my sweetheart."

That's a song.

Qingping once heard a passing bard sing, it seems to say that a parting man asks a woman to do two things for him, then the departing man will definitely come back again, and lovesickly stay with this woman.

The soldier reluctantly handed Qingping a money bag and said, "Her name is Amy." The soldier opened his mouth and said, "Please hand this bag of money to her, let her do these two things, and tell her I will definitely come back .”

Qing Ping looked at the purse that was stretched out by the other party, and didn't want to accept it at all.He thought it would be better for him to find a bard and give the money in the purse to the girl while singing.

But just as he was about to refuse, the loud trombone on board sounded.This is the assembly call. If there are still soldiers who have not assembled after three rings, then there will be strict military laws waiting for him.Hearing the sound of the bugle, the little soldier had no time to say anything, and forced the money in his hand into Qingping's hand, holding the long sword in one hand, and covering his hat with the other, trotting onto the boat in the sudden sea wind.

After watching the ship adjust the boarding deck, the big ship began to set sail for a long voyage.The women on the pier almost seemed to have agreed with each other, smiling and crying, and constantly waving their white lace handkerchiefs.Until looking at the ship full of their loved ones, far away, far away, until they are invisible, until they are a small dot on the vast ocean, until they disappear at the sea level.

Qingping looked at the purse in his hand, saw the way to the pier, thought about the way to Scarborough Fair, and shook his head.Start to go.

The small town is located on a small hill.There are many, many small houses standing in the forest, and the tallest one is only three floors.It is exactly noon now, and almost every house has a faint smoke rising from the kitchen.Walking on the dirt road in the town, I felt the axle marks left by the carriages that had been rolled over by the rain on the soil under my feet, and looked at the scattered small flowers and plants outside the house, and the paths paved with irregular bluestone slabs , His footsteps gradually became lighter.

When we arrived at the only small shop in the small town, the old man and his young grandson entertained the adventurers who were going to adventure in the secret forest.To entertain these adventurers, this small shop has a wide variety of goods.From big swords and axes to small ropes and seasonings, as long as it is something that adventurers will use in the wild, there are almost all of them here.

When Qingping walked to this small shop, there was a group of adventurers parked at the door.They were at this last stop to replenish the things they needed to get in, so the newcomers in the team were very excited, but the old ones seized all the time to check their equipment.

The old man who opened the shop saw Qingping coming, smiled and nodded.This kid is about seventeen or eighteen, but his mature face makes people think that he is a very experienced young man.About two years, oh no, maybe three years?I can’t seem to remember, this child came to this small town, there seems to be a small house built by himself in the distant forest, and he just hunts in the ordinary forest for a living, except for trading fur or going to the town When I came up to exchange some things, I usually didn't talk much.

"Boy, what do you want?"

When the old man spoke, his little grandson finally took his attention away from those tall and burly adventurers.But when he turned his head and saw Qingping approaching, he was so frightened that he immediately ran into the shop and hid behind his elder.

The children in the town were talking about this eccentric man.The adults said that he was a descendant of the elves, and he seemed to have maintained his youthful appearance since he came here several years ago.This is very impossible for humans with an average lifespan of 150 years, so everyone is speculating about the origin of this boy.But in the eyes of the children, he is a legend.Living alone in the forest close to the secret forest, he can still live without any injuries. The children are spreading that he is a monster, maybe he is a blood clan who will catch children to eat at night!

Qingping didn't go back and cared about what others thought of him, he just wanted to convey the things that others forcefully forced him, and he just wanted to hand them over.

"I'm looking for Amy, someone asked me to send her a message."

The old man nodded in understanding immediately, pointed to a bakery not far opposite, and said, "Amy is over there. She is the daughter of the owner of the bakery."

Qingping immediately turned and left, not forgetting to thank the old man with a nod.

When passing by those adventurers, more or less people turned their heads to look at Qingping.People with black hair and black eyes were originally a feature that only the royal family and nobles could see in this empire, but I didn't expect to see them in such a remote place.But it seems that he looks quite attractive, but he doesn't look like a nobleman at all in what he is wearing.

Qingping walked into the bakery, which made those adventurers look away.He looked around the bakery, all kinds of bread were shiny on the plate, waiting for customers to buy them.But although there is a lot of bread, it seems that young women are not seen.

"Is Amy there?" Qingping opened his mouth, and his calm voice echoed in the quiet bakery.

The fast-paced footsteps of 'Deng Deng Deng Deng' were immediately uploaded from the small ladder at the corner of the store.A girl in a tutu, a white apron, and a flowered kerchief on her head ran down the stairs.

"Who is looking for me?"

Qingping just took a rough look, then took out the money bag that he was asked to hand over.

"Beside the military ship at the pier, someone asked me to pass this to you." He said this because he didn't know the name of the little soldier, but he thought that if the military ship was mentioned, the girl should know Who gave her the money in the bag. "He asked you to make him a shirt with parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme, hand-sewn the hem, and planted a field with these things, in the middle of the sea and the sand."

The girl's eyes were filled with tears, she firmly grasped the purse in Qingping's hand, sobbing.

"He still went, he still went! This fool, fool!" The girl cried loudly, "What jihad! What faith! What is it for? What does this have to do with us ordinary people?"

Qing Ping looked at the girl who failed to bid farewell to her lover, looked at her roar, turned and left expressionlessly.

Mortals, mortals.Birth, old age, sickness and death, love and hate parting.It's all suffering.

He still carried his seeds on his back and walked on the path that was traced by the carriage.