At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, one smile that cannot be denied, "He had intended to return to Zhao State in his heart, I just helped him find a reason."

  Song Chu knew that even without her words, Gong Sun Gu would eventually choose to return to Zhao State. Looking at Gong Sun Gus various performances, he was an ambitious person.

  The Qin state, although it appoints people based on their virtue, is located in the western Rong region, with the whole country being militarized. Since the time of Duke Mu of Qin, they have been famous for their military prowess. The Zhao state has weak troops and cant even deal with the small neighboring state of Zhongshan. What qualifications does a general who fled from the Zhao state to the Qin state have to be heavily relied upon?

  Gongsun Gu thought to prove his own strength, but it was not something that could be accomplished in one or two days. It required an opportunity, but perhaps he would never get this chance. He probably also understood that going to the Qin state was not necessarily better than returning to the Zhao state.

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, one did not count as a substitute for him to make plans and strategies, but rather followed his psychology and said a few words that he hoped to hear.

  "Dont run anymore." Song Chuoyi leaned against a tree trunk as thick as a bowl and panted heavily.

  Zhao Yi Lou ran back and pulled her, saying urgently, "Weve only run a short distance, theyll be chasing after us soon!"

  "It wont." Song Chu held the tree trunk tightly, "Gongsun was shot and injured in the valley, and its not like he was scratched by a cat! Theyre busy with their own affairs, who has the energy to care about us? If they see were not escaping to Qi or Zhao countries, they wont bother chasing us..."

  Zhao Yilou seemed to make sense, so he suddenly let go. Song Chuyi was using force to resist him, and unexpectedly, she crashed into the tree, dazed and fell from the tree.

  "You...!" Song Chuyi was about to burst into a loud scolding, but Zhao Yilou interrupted her nonchalantly, "Why do you have a surname? Why dont you also give me one?"

  "What are you doing!" Song Chu rubbed his temples and glared at him angrily.

  Zhao Yilou said, "I think its very convincing."

  "Then lets call it Zhao Pinglan." Song Chuyi said casually.

  Zhao Yi Lou furrowed his brow, unsure if he was dissatisfied with the name or Song Chu Yis perfunctory attitude. He pursed his lips for a moment before speaking, "When you first gave me that name, you recited that line... that line..."

  "Lean against the building and listen to the wind and rain, lightly look at the rivers and lakes road." Song Chu said.

  "Right, right!" Zhao Yilous eyebrows furrowed even deeper. "Why cant I be called Zhao Fengyu or Zhao Jianghu? These two names sound much more impressive."

  Song Chu looked at him with a sincere expression, and suddenly felt more pain in her forehead. She let out a hiss and said, "You can call yourself whatever you want, Zhao Mengniu, Zhao Tie Dan, Zhao Da Chong, isnt that more impressive than any wind or rain, rivers or lakes!"

  "Thats also true, Zhao Dachong is indeed quite majestic." Zhao Yilou said seriously.

  The big insect is the tiger. In most tribes, there are still very primitive naming habits, they make a living by hunting, so they take the name of the powerful prey they hunt, so if the name is called bear or big insect, it is very respected.

  Song Chu suddenly stood up and said, "Zhao Xiaochong, if we cant find a place to stay tonight, well become food for the big bugs!"

  This is a wilderness, with waist-high grasses everywhere, and occasionally you can see one or two small woods or small hills, but there is no suitable place to stay.

  Zhao Yilou turned his head to look around, also feeling a sense of crisis in his heart, but still thinking about the name issue, and said dissatisfiedly, "Why am I called Little Bug."

  "Whats there to say? Before a big bug grows up, its all small bugs." Song Chu rolled her eyes and parted the grass, continuing on her way.

  Zhao Yi Lou sullenly followed behind her, constantly emitting a sense of resentment.

  "Whats wrong with you? Speak up!" Song Chu suddenly stopped in his tracks.

  "Just call me Zhao Yilou."

  "Suit yourself!" Song Chu rubbed his head, resentfully saying, "I havent even settled the score with you yet! Im telling you, Zhao Xiaochong, my entire body is worthless except for my brain, which is the most valuable. Whether or not you can eat meat in the future depends on it, so be more careful!"

  Zhao Yilou first stared at her head for a while, then looked her up and down, "What you said is true, but the most valuable part of you is all covered by your hair."

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, ones chest was blocked with a mouthful of air, "You damn well understand what this is, its called wealth not revealed!"

  Zhao Yi Lou looked at her with a bewildered expression as she stormed off, wondering what he had done to offend her. He genuinely thought she was intelligent and also genuinely thought that apart from being smart, there was nothing else worth mentioning about her. However, all of this was acknowledged by herself, so why was she still angry?

  The sky was gloomy, and although it had just passed noon, it felt like night was about to fall.

  It already feels like early winter, but they only have a piece of clothing that barely covers their bodies. The dark clouds seem to be pressing down on the open wilderness, and the two of them hurry forward, no longer having the heart to say another word.

  After walking for about an hour, Song Chuyi stopped in her tracks. "I cant tell which direction were going in," she said. "Lets pull out some grass to wrap around ourselves, or else itll be a disaster once night falls."

  Making clothes from grass is a skill that every living being on this earth should have, and Zhao Yilou has been living alone in the wilderness for so long, naturally becoming very proficient.

  Time was limited, and the two of them quickly found a piece of grass that looked dry and tidy, and started pulling it up.

  "What a pity about that bundle of straw." Zhao Yilou thought of the straw occupied by Gong Sun Zan and felt unbearable pain.

  Song Chuais strength was not great at first, so he pulled very slowly and didnt have time to care about him. Zhao Yilou had already pulled out a big bundle and started tying it around himself.

  Song Huaijin was using all his might to deal with a handful of grass, when he suddenly heard Zhao Yilous loud shout.

  "Hurry! Hurry! Look quickly!" Zhao Yilou dropped the straw and rushed over, almost dragging Song Chuyi out of the grass by her collar, holding her to look in the direction of his left hand.

  In the distance, a piece of withered yellow and gray sky was connected, with some fog around, but it was still possible to clearly see that there were horse-drawn carriages coming this way.

  "A procession!" Song Chuyis eyes suddenly lit up, and he carefully observed the scene. This procession had over a dozen horse-drawn carriages, most of which were used to transport people, with only four or five carrying daily necessities. The guards outnumbered the slaves. Based on Song Chuyis experience, this was likely a procession carrying entertainers, beauties, or tribute. However, judging from the appearance of the guards, it was definitely not a tribute procession, and most likely carried entertainers.

  Yu, also known as music and dance, is a profession that entertains others through performances such as dancing and playing music.

  Song Chu immediately reached out and brushed open Zhao Yi Lous hair, using his sleeve to carefully wipe away the dirt on his face. "They are in a hurry to rush on the road, there are not many slaves in the caravan, so they are moving very fast, we cant keep up. Youll be inconvenienced for two days, I know that among the actors, there are also male actors, if you put out this face, they will definitely take you in, and Ill pretend to be your slave."

  Zhao Yilou did not want to agree at all, but when he heard that Song Chuyi was willing to play the role of his slave, if it can be said that being an actor still has a bit of status, then being a slave is like being livestock, not considered human at all. Since Song Chuyi had sacrificed so much just to survive, what did it matter if he pretended to be an actor for a day or two?

  Seeing that the convoy was less than fifty zhang away from here, Song Chuyi supported Zhao Yilou and walked out of the bushes, only to find a road less than one zhang wide in front of them.

  Walking to the middle of the road, Song Chu said in a low voice, "Hurry up and pretend to faint!"

  Zhao Yilou obviously didnt often pretend, as soon as he heard Song Chuyis words, he fell straight down. Song Chuyi cursed silently and knelt beside him, wailing loudly, "Master! Master! Wake up quickly!"