Hida [Daughter of the Nile] being picked up

After this day, they tacitly never brought up the topic of her going or staying, and Xida seemed to be really convinced by her.

The number of soldiers hiding around the palace increased again.

Xida walked through the corridor holding the medicine jar, and could see the cold light from the iron swords worn by the soldiers patrolling outside the gate of the palace from a distance.

The maids on the road bowed to avoid her when they saw her, and Xida walked over steadily without squinting. Now she is very used to the status of a prince's favorite concubine, who sounds like a mighty and brainless female cannon fodder.

"Izmi, I brought the medicine." She said as she walked in, only to find that there was an old man she had never seen before by Izmi today, standing at the door in a dilemma.

"Xilda, come here." Izmi waved to her and introduced, "Xilda, this is my teacher, Master Rabalu. He came to visit me through Bitedo."

Is this Master Rabalu that Izmi always talks about?Xida took a closer look, he was a kind-hearted old man, with a thin body and stooped back, but he was very energetic, and looked at Xida with interest in his eyes that seemed to understand everything.

"Little girl, I'm Rabalou." He said gently.

For such a kind and knowledgeable old man, Xida couldn't help feeling good. She smiled and said, "Master Rabalu, my name is Xida."

"Looking at you, are you a foreigner?" He asked enthusiastically.

Xida nodded, "That's right, I'm from the East."

"East? That's a mysterious place. I've traveled to the east, but I've never seen anyone like you. Do you come from farther east? I've heard many legends. Some people say that there is a big The country in this country uses a completely different language from ours, and one white fruit can grow on a tree to feed a family, it is a prosperous and magical place." Rabalou said.

"My hometown is indeed in the far east, but the trees there don't have the kind of white fruit that can feed a family." Xida said with a smile.

"Are all the people in your place with black hair and black eyes like you?"

"Yeah, it's all like that,"

"Then what do you eat on weekdays?"

"Actually, I don't know what to eat now... Let me think about it, millet, wheat and rice—"

"Shida." Izmi interrupted them suddenly, "Go and tell Mula to prepare the teacher's favorite roast leg of lamb tonight."

Watching Xida's back disappear, Rabalu stroked his beard and said, "Izmi, you are so stingy, I just want to inquire about the east side."

"Teacher, if you want to study things in the East, I can do it for you."

"My dear Izmi, you have been embraced by the God of Love." Rabaru teased, "You are finally like a normal young man, and your father will no longer blame me, an old bachelor, for leading you badly. "

"Teacher——" Izmi's face was a little embarrassed. Over the years, his father had scolded Teacher Rabaru countless times in his heart.

"I've seen this kind of thing a lot in my life. A man falls in love with a woman, and a woman falls in love with a man." Rabaru twirled his beard and stretched his tone, "But Izmi, is she the one you passed by? Did you snatch it back directly, why do you look like those girls who fell in love with the leader of the bandit in the bandit's lair?"

Izumi's expression was cramped, "Teacher, is it obvious?"

"Tsk tsk, is that really the case." Rabaru shook his head, "Izumi, with your charm, you shouldn't need to use such a method."

"Teacher, she is different. I can't let her go. Once she leaves, I will never see her again."

Labalou found that his most proud student showed a weak and sad expression.

"Izmi." He sighed, "Remember that crazy man with no hands we met in a small village east of Egypt?"

"Remember." Izmi said in a low voice, "his beloved wife fell in love with someone else, and he couldn't accept that the wife he grew up with would betray him, so he tied his wife to the bed with iron chains, and after two years he When I got home, I found that my wife was gone and only a severed hand was there, and then he went crazy and cut off his own hand." Izmi Wei paused, dissatisfied, "But teacher, I am not the same as that person Yes, Cedar isn't in love with anyone else either."

"But you are also bound by love, Izmi." Rabalu looked at him lovingly, "Love can bring people supreme happiness, but love can also confuse people's minds. If you are not careful, love may Become a devil and devour people's souls, and you forget what you wanted in the first place."

The room fell into silence, "I'm terrified, teacher, I can only think about the pain in front of me." Izmi said.

"Teacher, there is actually something I want to ask you." Izmi asked after straightening his expression, "Have you ever heard of time travel?"

"Traveling through time?" Labalou repeated, with a solemn look on his face, "Countless people want to break free from the shackles of time and even want to live forever, but no one has succeeded in so many years, or we don't know even if they succeeded. The only one I have seen There was a man who said that he traveled through time. He was an old lunatic in Syria. People said he had been crazy for decades. When he heard about my arrival, he guarded my door all night and said that he would tell me the story of time travel. His The eyes are already slack, and Madman told me a lot of messy things, but there are some things in it that are simply fascinating, and I can’t help but want to listen to it after listening to it.”

"Then did he ever talk about how he traveled through time?"

"I don't understand most of what he said." Rabalou pondered, "I just remember that at the end he widened his eyes and smiled strangely and said 'time can only be fed by blood and curses', and now he should be dead. "

"Blood and curse?" Izumi frowned.

After more than 20 days, Izmi's wound finally healed. The doctors looked carefully for a long time before they came to a conclusion that Prince Izmi's injury had completely healed.

"Xilda, let me take you out for a drive." Izmi smiled and looked at her with interest.

On the outskirts of Hadsey, the scorching sun was overhead, and the howling wind brought a wild taste.

"Interesting? Shida?" Izumi asked loudly.

"It's very interesting! Ah——" Xida shrank into Izmi's arms with her eyes closed. Izmi suddenly made a sharp turn, and there was a loud noise between the wheels and the ground, as if the car was about to fall apart at any time.

"Xilda, open your eyes, it's okay." Izumi looked proudly at Shida who was in his arms, "My skills are fine."

"That can't be so fast." Xida said angrily, gradually getting used to this speed, she slowly poked her head out, everything around her was flashing backwards, and the sound of rumbling horseshoes raised clouds of flying dust. It is the strongest fast horse on the Anatolian plateau.

Izmi led her around the hot iron mine, passed the majestic and tall temples, and passed through the dazzling bazaars. They passed through the woods, climbed over the soil slopes, and woke up a resting waterfowl by the river—— He showed her everything he had, the whole of beautiful and bustling Bitedo.

This was the first time she saw Izmi driving a car. Xida raised her head, and Izmi was staring intently at the front, holding the rein in one hand and controlling the lever connected to the wheel with the other. The sky is no problem, the wind is fluttering his long silver hair, flying wantonly in the air, with the wide burqa on his body, it seems that the whole person has already flown into the sky.

No matter what era, men really love cars, Xida scolded, but——it’s really interesting.

They stopped at the gate of a courtyard in the suburbs, and as soon as they got out of the car, Xida rushed in first.

After almost half a year, Xida saw Bisang again.

I haven't seen her for half a year, but Bisang's appearance gave her a big shock. It was when she was growing taller that Bisang, who didn't reach her waist, was already at the same level as her chest overnight. It also lost its original childishness, becoming thinner and darker, revealing a mouthful of neat white teeth, as if it was no longer the childish appearance of a child before.

"Sister Xida—" His habit was the same as before, and he rushed directly to Xida.

Xida couldn't react. The child who was protected by her was gradually becoming a real man.

"Bisang, are you okay this time?" Xida looked him up and down, and the shadow of the growing boy in front of him overlapped with the soft bun from before.

"I'm fine. Someone takes care of me every day, eats well, and someone teaches me how to practice swords and how to speak better than Tai." Bisang said one by one, glanced at the door frame and said, "Sister Xida , you won’t leave again, right, you stay in Bitai, okay, I want to be with you all the time, don’t you worry about me staying here alone, okay sister Xida?” Bisang’s eyes were full of expectation , the bright eyes made it hard to refuse, he begged again, "Sister Xida, I will listen to you, please."

There is no need to guess who taught these words, and Xida looked at Bisang with mixed feelings in his expectant eyes.

"If you stay here, my sister will be very sad for the rest of her life." Xida looked at Bisang and said seriously, "Bisang, do you have the heart to let me live in pain forever?"

"No..." Bisang bowed her head.

After a long while, a shadow outside the door turned around, leaving behind a wave of robes.

There are no clouds, and the weather in Bitedo tonight is still good. The stars are shining down, and the guards standing upright are guarding the sleeping palace. The cold light reflected by the black iron makes the night chill.

In a corner of the palace, the palace of Prince Izmi, it is usually under the lamp to read all night long. The master seems to be resting early today, and the whole palace is quiet.

Xida walked on the empty corridor, there was nothing but the moonlight, and one could see the open gate not far away.

No one, Xida stopped, the road leading to the gate was so clear, stretching and disappearing behind the gate, the marble floor shone in the moonlight, as if it had magic power.

The author has something to say: Hmm - the summer is hot and lazy, the author has nothing to say. . .