Hida [Daughter of the Nile] being picked up

"Xilda, I am very glad to hear that you are safe. Anyway, I regard you as my loyal friend. Please pay attention to your own safety. This child Bisang is with me now. He told me that you know After that, please don’t worry, I will take care of him, he said he also wanted to write to you.”

"I'm Bisang, Xida, how are you? I'm with Brother Kim, he's very good, he can use a sword well, he's strong, he knows a lot of things, I'm sleeping with Brother Kim, he can fight Hulu, but I'm not afraid. Brother Kim is just like my own brother, but I still like you the most, I miss you very much, they say they will see you in a while. You also miss me."

Xida opened the letter again, and still couldn't help laughing when she saw the crooked handwriting, how could Bisang be so cute.

"Xila, what are you giggling about?" Izmi asked displeased, "You're reading that letter again, it's just a child writing a few words, is it worth your joy?"

"Your Highness, you don't understand." Xida said proudly, "It feels like raising a child with your own hands, and then watching him become more sensible and filial to you."

"You are very concerned about Bisang, have you thought about his future carefully?" Izmi asked, "I have thought about a few candidates to be Bisang's future family, and they are all very decent people with good conduct. Honest, honest and kind, this is what I promised you at the beginning."

"Actually, I have an idea now." Xida said hesitantly, "From Bisang's words, he likes Kim very much, and I have met Kim's family before, and they are all gentle and generous. I just got close to Kim, and I was wondering if I could foster him in Kim's house, he should be happier."

"Kim is not married yet, how can he raise a child?" Izmi objected, "And how can you guarantee that his family will be willing."

"Listen to me, I will arrange it." He made a decision.

Xida knew it would be useless to talk now, so she changed the subject and said, "General Nullah and the others will be here soon, right?"

"Yes, they entered the city in the morning, and they will be here soon."

"Your Highness, can I ask for a leave? Just let me go out for a while?" Xida flattered, "Anyway, General Nullah will be here in a while, you must trust him, right?"

Of course Izmi couldn't say "no", "What are you going to do?"

"Of course I'm going to accompany Bisang, and take him for a walk in Hadsey. It's been a long time since I saw him." Xida looked at him expectantly, "You will agree, right? But it’s been hard work.”

After a long time, Xida heard his inaudible "hmm".

General Nullah was very punctual, and the sun had just left behind, and he was standing in front of Prince Izmi's gate.

Xida welcomed him in against Nullah's scrutinizing eyes, and then thoughtfully closed the door. As expected, she saw Kim waiting outside the door.

She trotted over, "Kim, long time no see, how are you?" She stretched out her hands, almost throwing herself on him excitedly, "You know, I almost thought I would never come back, to see you again I am so happy, you will never know how exciting this period is, by the way, where is Bisan?"

Kim didn't reach out to respond to her, he stood there motionless, and whispered, "Shida, as long as you're okay, Bisang is at my house now."

"Kim, what's wrong with you?" Xida quickly realized that something was wrong with him. Kim seemed to be troubled by something, and looked at her with a tangled expression on his face, "You seem very unhappy."

"No, no." Kim turned around hastily, "Go to my house and see Bisang."

It's really weird. Seeing Kim's back after following, Xida muttered to herself.

It was still the same small courtyard, just when she reached the door, a black figure rushed into her arms like a cannonball, strangled her tightly, and a hairy head arched back and forth in her arms.

After a long time, he finally let go, Xida held his head in his hands, "Bisan, I'm back, do you miss me?"

"I thought you were dead." Bisang lowered his head, faintly crying, "I'm so scared."

"I'm sorry, but don't you think I'm standing here right now?" Xida held back her sourness and said with a smile.

"Then you are not allowed to leave." Bisang put his arms around her waist.

Xida said helplessly, "I can't, Bisang, I'm doing something for the prince now, and I'll get paid when I do it well."

"Is that Prince Izmi?" Bisang said in a muffled voice, "Aren't you not with him anymore?"

"The things here are quite complicated, and children don't understand." Xida resorted to her trump card, "You will know when you grow up." She had no choice but to tell him that she would leave soon, and only Izzy Only then can Mi have the ability to give him a secure future after he leaves.

"Bisang, even I have heard that your brother Xida is very favored by His Royal Highness now." It's Kim's mother, she still looks so enthusiastic, "This is a rare opportunity, you can't let Xida Difficult."

Xida smiled embarrassedly, "Mother Kim, I'm sorry to trouble you, I have caused you a lot of trouble."

"Is it the child Bisang? It doesn't matter, he is very cute and obedient, we don't mind at all." She waved her hand, "Even if you don't mind putting him in my house, I won't let you bring him into the palace with you, don't Not to mention, I am the best at raising little boys."

After staying at Kim's house for a while, Xida proposed to take Bisang for a stroll in Hudsay, and Kim suddenly said, "I'll go too."

It was the first time I came to the streets of Hadsey, and Bisan was very excited. Today happened to be a rally and parade. From the tall Sphinx gate to the parade, people carried shrines and surrounded floats decorated with flowers. , dressed prostitutes were sitting in the car, and both sides of the road were filled with all kinds of hawkers. Kim bought a piece of candy for Bisang.

"That's interesting, brother Kim, what are they doing?" Bisang pointed to the first team.

"They were praying to the Harvest God, whose statue was placed on the cart with the ribbon in the middle, and they were going through the Sphinx Gate, the Lion Gate and then to the outskirts, where in the woods there was a small In the wooden house, everyone put the sacrifices to the God of Harvest in it, and the God of Harvest will bless everyone to harvest more grain this year, and the businessman can get more money." Kim bent down and explained carefully, " If you can touch the car with the idol in the middle, it will bring you good luck, do you want to try it?"

"I'll touch my luck, and I'll bring you some." Bisang immediately ran away without a trace.

"He's still so alive," Hilda said.

"Yes, he is indeed a very energetic kid." Kim agreed, turning his head and staring at Hilda's shoulder all the time.

"Kim, what happened? I wanted to ask you just now, but you seem to be hiding something from me." Xida asked, "Since we met, you haven't taken the initiative to talk to me, have you? Where did I make you angry?"

"No, it's not, Hilda, I'm not mad at you," Kim explained flusteredly, "It's just that I—" he stammered.

"You what?" Hilda asked.

Kim looked at her face, as if he wanted to engrave her, he opened his mouth, and finally turned around in frustration, "It's nothing, I'll talk about it when I think it over..."

Xida took a step forward to find out, when Bisang rushed back and shouted from a distance: "I've got it, I've got it—"

He flew back like a gust of wind, barely able to stop the car, and he excitedly put both hands on Xida and Kim, "I just touched it, and I will give it to you quickly, so that I can hand it over." Good luck."

Xida patted his head, "Thank you, Bisan."

Bisang gradually noticed the similarity between them, and he asked cautiously, "Did you quarrel?"

"No, Bisan, I was discussing with Xida just now whether we should go to the suburbs with the float to watch the festival later. In that case, it may be too late to come back."

"Huh, that's good, I thought I was going to be separated from you." Bisang patted his chest, "I will miss you."

"Why do you say that?" asked Kim.

Bisang turned his head and hugged Xida's arm, "Because I'm on Xida's side no matter what."

Xida was taken aback, then laughed loudly, "Yes, Bisang, I will always stand by your side."

The time to get together is always short, and in the evening, Xida was finally able to leave Bisang's sticky hands after countless promises to come back to see him whenever he had time.

When Xida returned to the palace, Izmi was sitting alone in the courtyard, playing the flute with her back to her, which was the one she had seen in the desert. The pillars circled and flew towards the night sky, as if they were endless and distant, a little more melancholy than before, occasionally interspersed with troublesome interludes.

"Xilda, it's you." Izmi put down his flute, "You're back."

"Your Highness, it's been a long time since I saw you play the flute." Xida walked over and sat on the cushion next to her.

"I can't read, the weather is just right for playing the flute." Izmi stroked the flute with his hands, "What did you do this afternoon?"

"Kim and I took Bisang to see the place where the sacrifice was made. It was very lively today. There were vendors everywhere. People carried the statue of the God of Harvest to the outskirts. Many people followed, and there were beautiful Holy prostitutes, they are dancing in the car." Xida said happily.

"The God of Harvest?" Izmi said, "When it comes time to worship the God of Weather and the Goddess of the Sun, the scale will be even grander. That is the most important festival of the year, and my eyesight should be healed by then."

After hearing this, Xida said sincerely, "Really? That would be great."

Izmi pursed her lips and said, "Bisang should be fine from the looks of you."

"Yes, thanks to Kim, he took good care of him." Xida said in a breath, "Now Bisang believes that Kim is even more amazing than me. Why do you want to learn from Brother Kim to really fight on the battlefield?" It is a move that belongs to a warrior."

"Your moves are only suitable when there are not many people. It is indeed not as simple as fumbling in the battle. The subtlety of moves in the war does not make people live longer. If he really wants to be on the battlefield I really can't follow your example." Izmi pointed out mercilessly.

"And if I follow you, what should I do if I learn the bad habit of being soft-hearted at every turn?"

"I know, I know." Xida muttered, "I'm worthless anyway."

"No, Shida, I don't think so." Izmi said in a clear voice, "Because you don't need to be a good fighter, that's fine."

"Your Highness, did you take off the medicine bag on your head?" Xida raised her head, and by the moonlight, she suddenly found that the medicine bag Izmi was wearing on her head was gone recently. "Has your wound healed yet?"

"Xila, did you just find out?" Izumi's voice was full of emotion.

"I didn't notice it just now." Xida said shyly, "Can I see your wound?"

"Okay." Izmi said slowly, surrounded by a soft shadow in front of him, and he felt a warm hand touching his forehead.

Xida got up and stood in front of Izmi. She carefully brushed away a strand of silver hair from his forehead, and under the moonlight, she clearly showed a hideous wound covered with ugly blood scabs.

She bent down and held her breath, "It's scabbed over, does it still hurt?"

"No, it doesn't hurt anymore."

The evening wind in the courtyard blew through the hem of their clothes, and Izmi suddenly felt a little confused. He really wanted—what was he thinking about?

He didn't know, but he just felt that at this moment, even the wind seemed to be warming his body with a lingering fragrance.

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